A/N:
Smile1: I made it messy on purpose...cause I wanted to create the feeling that they felt...that nobody knew what was going on and stuff...hope it worked!
Midnightqueen6: I'll see if I can fit it in
Mandie: Thank you! I hope this update is soon enough!
AlexiaWarren: I hope you like where the story is going
Damaged-Kitten: Ben knows Lydia is really rich, so he just assumes she's wearing expensive jewelry
Coffeechick87: Just wait and see...or read...whatever :P
T: I'm updating as fast as you can...hope you appreciate it!
Muisje: Yeah...I think I would react in a different way too...but I needed it like this for the story
MrSchimpf: First, thank you for saying my writing is good. Second, thank you for explaining to me how it works, I really appreciate it. The only problem is, is that I didn't want Tristan to find out or have Rory recovering with him. Also, Lydia looks a lot like Rory so she assumes that it is her real name. I hope this story is worth reading despite the holes in the plot
Gythien Elven Babe: Did I mention I love your name? *lol* Don't worry...she'll be with Tristan eventually!
Piper-h-99: I am updating! Hope you like it!
Kc: I started writing this as soon as I got your review...soon enough?
A/N: DON'T FORGET TO READ MY & SMILE1'S STORY: SUBMISSION (IT'S UNDER THE PENNAME MIARAESMILE1)
A/N: Please review!!!
~~**~~
Rory woke up feeling miserable. Just when she had been about to discover who was kissing her the telephone had rung and disrupted her dream. She could vaguely remember a name...but the harder she tried the more it seemed out of reach. It hadn't been Ben. That much she was sure of. It once again made her wonder if she would ever get her memory back. What if she had a whole life to get back to? Maybe even a boyfriend...
Would she have stayed with Ben if she had?
She wondered why people weren't looking for her. Maybe they didn't care about her/ She knew it had been all over the news, so if she had parents they would look for her...right?
The fact that nobody had come for her made her sad.
~~**~~
Tristan and Lorelai hugged eachother for what seemed like an eternity. When they finally let go they avoided eachothers gaze, both too scared to admit that something might be wrong.
Within two hours they had asked every inhabitant of Stars Hollow when and where they had last seen Rory Gilmore. Nobody seemed to have heard from her since the day of the planecrash.
So now they were sitting on the couch, occasionally casting a glance at eachother. Finally Tristan broke the deafening silence.
"I'm gonna call the airport"
Lorelai flinched. She knew exactly what he was thinking. If she had been on that plane...then she was dead.
~~**~~
She sat on her bed, a small paper in front of her on which she listed all possible names with a T. There was someone she remembered, but when she tried to focus all but two piercing blue eyes dissapeared. And his name...she just knew it started with a T but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember anything more.
Tommy? No.
Theo? Ted? Trevor?
She knew she was close with the last one. But no matter how hard she focused she just couldn't remember. With a frustrated sigh she fell back down on her bed.
~~**~~
"Hartford airport goodmorning how can I help you?"
"Did a miss Rory Gilmore book a flight to London two days ago?"
"Just a minute sir"
Tristan felt his hands get all sweaty.
**Please don't be on that plane please don't be on that plane**
He tried to regulate his breath but found himself almost hyperventilating. Just when he had steadied his breath the receptionist came back on the phone.
"Sir? Miss Gilmore booked a flight to London on the ten o'clock plane..."
His brain stopped functioning for a second and then started to do maths. Was it the ten o'clock plane that had crashed? He didn't trust his own head and just decided to ask.
"Was that...was it...thát plane?"
"I'm sorry sir"
He felt like he couldn't breath anymore. With a soft "thank you ma'am" he hung up and crashed.
~~**~~
Meanwhile Rory was spending the day with Ben. She loved his company. It made her feel less empty and sad. They were sitting in the parc, having a picknick under a tree near a small lake. She smiled at him as he showed her a big bottle of champagne.
Immediately images flashed through her head. A different boy holding the same bottle of champagne. Blue eyes instead of brown ones. Blonde tousled hair. Strong muscled chest. And a name. It was on the tip of her tongue...if only she could focus for one more minute.
"Lydia...what's wrong darling?"
And it was gone.
She turned round to face him and just smiled.
"Nothing...I was just thinking..."
Ben smiled at her and started unpacking the basket. Rory looked with disbelief to all the things that came out of there.
"That can't possibly have fit in that basket...it's a magical basket!"
He laughed.
"Wilson isn't the prettiest of people...but she's not a witch..."
They both laughed again.
~~**~~
Ben loved watching her when she laughed. Her whole face would lit up and she wouldn't even remember how she felt. Normally her eyes were sad...and he made it his lifetask to make her smile. Sure...he had known her for a while before she actually came to London...but now that she was here he had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was so different from the way he had expected. She was even more beautiful...more radiant and smart. So different from the other rich girls he had dated. He loved being with her...doing stuff with her and looking at things the way she looked at them.
He fed her a fry and smiled to himself. He was never going to let this girl go.
~~**~~
THREE MONTHS LATER
~~**~~
Tristan sat on his couch and looked around. Everything had gone all wrong since he found out Rory was dead. He simply had no reason to live anymore. His appartment was a mess, he had gave up on his job and just hung on the couch all day. He wished so desperately that she was still alive. Every night he would wake up...out of a dream where she was alive...smiling at him and telling him how much she loved him. When he opened his eyes he would see her smile faint slowly in the night...leaving him with a pain so hurtful that he couldn't breath.
Lorelai wasn't doing much better. The whole town tried to support her, but she barely left the house anymore. Everything reminded her of Rory. The diner...where they spent days...months...years arguing and bantering while drinking coffee. The gazebo...Doose's...everything.
When the town had found out their princess had died they had insisted on giving her a proper burial. Tristan had refused to call the police. He didn't want to see Rory like this. And they understood. So they just carried an empty coffin to the graveyard. It didn't matter anyway. She was gone, and their grief was real.
~~**~~
Somewhere, not so far away from Tristans appartment, a young girl had found happiness again. Sometimes she remembered things, but they faded away soon enough so she wouldn't feel sad about them.
She was still wearing Tristans engagement ring, but the memories weren't in her heart. She just looked upon it as another piece of extensive jewelry that she probably would have bought in some city, just cause it looked pretty.
The ring was currently on another finger though. On her left ring finger now sparkled a beautiful silver engagementring. It had two little diamonds in the shape of hearts and in the middle one very rare blue diamond.
Rory watched the engagement ring and smiled. Tristan was no longer haunting her dreams. She knew there were things in her past that she probably would never find out about again, and she had found peace in that knowledge. She was happy now. Happy with Ben. He was a very sweet guy who treated her like a princess.
~~**~~
Tristan was still fuming. His dad had called him and practically ordered him to `get over it`. He told Tristan to get over the fact that Rory died and move on with his life. He was so pissed off at his father. How could he just tell him to do that? His father hadn't lost the love of his life so he didn't know how Tristan felt right now.
But in the back of his head his conscience kept screaming at him that his father had been right. He needed to move on. He needed to accept the fact that Rory was dead and start over again. No matter how painful...no matter how much time it took. He owed it to Rory to become happy. He knew it would break her heart if she had known this.
Suddenly full of energy he decided to take a shower. After standing under the hot water for a while he realized he needed closure. If he ever wanted to move on he needed to know everything that had happened to her in her final moments.
Looking into old newspapers he quickly found the names of the two survivors. Aidan Burck and Lydia Langford. He made some phonecalls to people that owed him a favour and quickly found out their addresses.
~~**~~
Aidan heard the bell and walked to the frontdoor. He had been home a lot since the accident. In a way he was glad this had happened. Him and his mother had been fighting for five years, and after the accident they realized that eventhough they couldn't always live with eachother they definitely couldn't live without eachother either. So he had moved in with his mother, who was now very sick, and made her last days on earth worth spending.
"Can I help you?"
A blonde guy just stared at him for a while, then offered him his hand.
"I'm Tristan DuGrey. Are you Aidan Burck?"
Aidan nodded.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Tristan took a deep breath.
"My girlfriend...she was in the planecrash...I...can you tell me what happened? I need closure...before I can move on with my life."
Aidan nodded again. He could see the obvious pain in the mans eyes, and for a moment hoped that his girlfriend wasn't dead. Then he invited him in for tea. During their tea Aidan told Tristan everything he knew. Tristan showed him a picture of Rory and Aidan smiled.
"Yeah I remember her...she fell right asleep in her seat...mumbled something about being afraid of flying or something."
Tristans face lit up for a moment, and then lost his bright look, as he realized that now there was no way he could pretend Rory was alive anymore. She had really been on that plane. He drifted off for a moment, not noticing that Aidan was still talking...telling him about a girl that looked so much like his girlfriend that it was spooky...telling him that that other girl was Lydia Langford.
After he finished his cup of tea he stood up and politely thanked Aidan for his time. Walking outside he wondered if it would be of any use to go and see Lydia Langford. He already knew everything that had happened. What new things could she tell him?
~~**~~
A/N: So...what is he going to do...is he going to go to Lydia Langford/Rory? Review and I'll put the next chapter up sooner!!!
Smile1: I made it messy on purpose...cause I wanted to create the feeling that they felt...that nobody knew what was going on and stuff...hope it worked!
Midnightqueen6: I'll see if I can fit it in
Mandie: Thank you! I hope this update is soon enough!
AlexiaWarren: I hope you like where the story is going
Damaged-Kitten: Ben knows Lydia is really rich, so he just assumes she's wearing expensive jewelry
Coffeechick87: Just wait and see...or read...whatever :P
T: I'm updating as fast as you can...hope you appreciate it!
Muisje: Yeah...I think I would react in a different way too...but I needed it like this for the story
MrSchimpf: First, thank you for saying my writing is good. Second, thank you for explaining to me how it works, I really appreciate it. The only problem is, is that I didn't want Tristan to find out or have Rory recovering with him. Also, Lydia looks a lot like Rory so she assumes that it is her real name. I hope this story is worth reading despite the holes in the plot
Gythien Elven Babe: Did I mention I love your name? *lol* Don't worry...she'll be with Tristan eventually!
Piper-h-99: I am updating! Hope you like it!
Kc: I started writing this as soon as I got your review...soon enough?
A/N: DON'T FORGET TO READ MY & SMILE1'S STORY: SUBMISSION (IT'S UNDER THE PENNAME MIARAESMILE1)
A/N: Please review!!!
~~**~~
Rory woke up feeling miserable. Just when she had been about to discover who was kissing her the telephone had rung and disrupted her dream. She could vaguely remember a name...but the harder she tried the more it seemed out of reach. It hadn't been Ben. That much she was sure of. It once again made her wonder if she would ever get her memory back. What if she had a whole life to get back to? Maybe even a boyfriend...
Would she have stayed with Ben if she had?
She wondered why people weren't looking for her. Maybe they didn't care about her/ She knew it had been all over the news, so if she had parents they would look for her...right?
The fact that nobody had come for her made her sad.
~~**~~
Tristan and Lorelai hugged eachother for what seemed like an eternity. When they finally let go they avoided eachothers gaze, both too scared to admit that something might be wrong.
Within two hours they had asked every inhabitant of Stars Hollow when and where they had last seen Rory Gilmore. Nobody seemed to have heard from her since the day of the planecrash.
So now they were sitting on the couch, occasionally casting a glance at eachother. Finally Tristan broke the deafening silence.
"I'm gonna call the airport"
Lorelai flinched. She knew exactly what he was thinking. If she had been on that plane...then she was dead.
~~**~~
She sat on her bed, a small paper in front of her on which she listed all possible names with a T. There was someone she remembered, but when she tried to focus all but two piercing blue eyes dissapeared. And his name...she just knew it started with a T but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't remember anything more.
Tommy? No.
Theo? Ted? Trevor?
She knew she was close with the last one. But no matter how hard she focused she just couldn't remember. With a frustrated sigh she fell back down on her bed.
~~**~~
"Hartford airport goodmorning how can I help you?"
"Did a miss Rory Gilmore book a flight to London two days ago?"
"Just a minute sir"
Tristan felt his hands get all sweaty.
**Please don't be on that plane please don't be on that plane**
He tried to regulate his breath but found himself almost hyperventilating. Just when he had steadied his breath the receptionist came back on the phone.
"Sir? Miss Gilmore booked a flight to London on the ten o'clock plane..."
His brain stopped functioning for a second and then started to do maths. Was it the ten o'clock plane that had crashed? He didn't trust his own head and just decided to ask.
"Was that...was it...thát plane?"
"I'm sorry sir"
He felt like he couldn't breath anymore. With a soft "thank you ma'am" he hung up and crashed.
~~**~~
Meanwhile Rory was spending the day with Ben. She loved his company. It made her feel less empty and sad. They were sitting in the parc, having a picknick under a tree near a small lake. She smiled at him as he showed her a big bottle of champagne.
Immediately images flashed through her head. A different boy holding the same bottle of champagne. Blue eyes instead of brown ones. Blonde tousled hair. Strong muscled chest. And a name. It was on the tip of her tongue...if only she could focus for one more minute.
"Lydia...what's wrong darling?"
And it was gone.
She turned round to face him and just smiled.
"Nothing...I was just thinking..."
Ben smiled at her and started unpacking the basket. Rory looked with disbelief to all the things that came out of there.
"That can't possibly have fit in that basket...it's a magical basket!"
He laughed.
"Wilson isn't the prettiest of people...but she's not a witch..."
They both laughed again.
~~**~~
Ben loved watching her when she laughed. Her whole face would lit up and she wouldn't even remember how she felt. Normally her eyes were sad...and he made it his lifetask to make her smile. Sure...he had known her for a while before she actually came to London...but now that she was here he had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was so different from the way he had expected. She was even more beautiful...more radiant and smart. So different from the other rich girls he had dated. He loved being with her...doing stuff with her and looking at things the way she looked at them.
He fed her a fry and smiled to himself. He was never going to let this girl go.
~~**~~
THREE MONTHS LATER
~~**~~
Tristan sat on his couch and looked around. Everything had gone all wrong since he found out Rory was dead. He simply had no reason to live anymore. His appartment was a mess, he had gave up on his job and just hung on the couch all day. He wished so desperately that she was still alive. Every night he would wake up...out of a dream where she was alive...smiling at him and telling him how much she loved him. When he opened his eyes he would see her smile faint slowly in the night...leaving him with a pain so hurtful that he couldn't breath.
Lorelai wasn't doing much better. The whole town tried to support her, but she barely left the house anymore. Everything reminded her of Rory. The diner...where they spent days...months...years arguing and bantering while drinking coffee. The gazebo...Doose's...everything.
When the town had found out their princess had died they had insisted on giving her a proper burial. Tristan had refused to call the police. He didn't want to see Rory like this. And they understood. So they just carried an empty coffin to the graveyard. It didn't matter anyway. She was gone, and their grief was real.
~~**~~
Somewhere, not so far away from Tristans appartment, a young girl had found happiness again. Sometimes she remembered things, but they faded away soon enough so she wouldn't feel sad about them.
She was still wearing Tristans engagement ring, but the memories weren't in her heart. She just looked upon it as another piece of extensive jewelry that she probably would have bought in some city, just cause it looked pretty.
The ring was currently on another finger though. On her left ring finger now sparkled a beautiful silver engagementring. It had two little diamonds in the shape of hearts and in the middle one very rare blue diamond.
Rory watched the engagement ring and smiled. Tristan was no longer haunting her dreams. She knew there were things in her past that she probably would never find out about again, and she had found peace in that knowledge. She was happy now. Happy with Ben. He was a very sweet guy who treated her like a princess.
~~**~~
Tristan was still fuming. His dad had called him and practically ordered him to `get over it`. He told Tristan to get over the fact that Rory died and move on with his life. He was so pissed off at his father. How could he just tell him to do that? His father hadn't lost the love of his life so he didn't know how Tristan felt right now.
But in the back of his head his conscience kept screaming at him that his father had been right. He needed to move on. He needed to accept the fact that Rory was dead and start over again. No matter how painful...no matter how much time it took. He owed it to Rory to become happy. He knew it would break her heart if she had known this.
Suddenly full of energy he decided to take a shower. After standing under the hot water for a while he realized he needed closure. If he ever wanted to move on he needed to know everything that had happened to her in her final moments.
Looking into old newspapers he quickly found the names of the two survivors. Aidan Burck and Lydia Langford. He made some phonecalls to people that owed him a favour and quickly found out their addresses.
~~**~~
Aidan heard the bell and walked to the frontdoor. He had been home a lot since the accident. In a way he was glad this had happened. Him and his mother had been fighting for five years, and after the accident they realized that eventhough they couldn't always live with eachother they definitely couldn't live without eachother either. So he had moved in with his mother, who was now very sick, and made her last days on earth worth spending.
"Can I help you?"
A blonde guy just stared at him for a while, then offered him his hand.
"I'm Tristan DuGrey. Are you Aidan Burck?"
Aidan nodded.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
Tristan took a deep breath.
"My girlfriend...she was in the planecrash...I...can you tell me what happened? I need closure...before I can move on with my life."
Aidan nodded again. He could see the obvious pain in the mans eyes, and for a moment hoped that his girlfriend wasn't dead. Then he invited him in for tea. During their tea Aidan told Tristan everything he knew. Tristan showed him a picture of Rory and Aidan smiled.
"Yeah I remember her...she fell right asleep in her seat...mumbled something about being afraid of flying or something."
Tristans face lit up for a moment, and then lost his bright look, as he realized that now there was no way he could pretend Rory was alive anymore. She had really been on that plane. He drifted off for a moment, not noticing that Aidan was still talking...telling him about a girl that looked so much like his girlfriend that it was spooky...telling him that that other girl was Lydia Langford.
After he finished his cup of tea he stood up and politely thanked Aidan for his time. Walking outside he wondered if it would be of any use to go and see Lydia Langford. He already knew everything that had happened. What new things could she tell him?
~~**~~
A/N: So...what is he going to do...is he going to go to Lydia Langford/Rory? Review and I'll put the next chapter up sooner!!!