A/N:
Amelie Cassandra: Thank you for your review &I hope you'll like the secrets there are behind their behaviour!
Jazz14: There will definitely be some hot sexscenes and no Tris isn't a junkie...that much I will tell you ;)
Jessica: Wait and see...you're close ;)
Nicole: How's this update for ya? Fast enough?
Lissygurl: Thanks for your review! I wasn't sure if this was worthy of a story but I guess it is
Toxic X sin 15: Thank you so much!!!
Kairi J. Moriarity: Haha that was the idea yea ;) hope you like the update!
Piper-h-99: I don't know what I will put in these messages to you every chapter if you keep reviewing the same :P but anyway...here's the update coming for ya
Chocaholic: Sorry for the repetition...I'll try to make it less repetitive this chapter...and here's the chapter to put you out your misery
R: Thank you!
Smile1: I'll try to not repeat myself anymore :P sorry for that
Jayde: I'm glad I haven't spoken to you on MSN cause you would have kicked my ass for not telling you what's going to happen right? :P Well anyway maybe this will make things more clear ;) Or not :P
Kiki: Maybe I will...maybe I won't :P
TO ALL: I wasn't sure if this was good enough to continue but I guess it is since you've all been nothing but supernice about this!!! Thank you so much!
~~**~~
"Tell me what's going on Tris...please..."
She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck, forcing him to look at her. She knew her eyes were filled with tears and sadness and she tried to make him understand that they were in this together.
"You need to tell me. We're in this together. You have to tell me what's going on...you know I'd follow you to the end of the world but I need you to tell me what's happening...why you're doing this. It's tearing me apart Tris...not being able to see mom...all the people I left behind for you...I don't know if I can take this any longer...especially when you're shutting me out all the time..."
"Rory"
Her heart skipped a beat. He called her by her old name. Not the names he had made up for her whenever they moved into a new house. She looked up at him expectantly, thinking he finally was going to tell her.
"Yeah?"
Her voice was soft and a light was shining in her eyes. He was going to tell her and finally everything would be okay again. They would be happier than before and she would be able to tell him the secret she had been hiding for a few weeks now.
"You're standing on my toe"
~~**~~
She froze, which gave him the opportunity to untie himself from her arms and walk into the kitchen. It took her a few breaths to calm down before she followed him.
"Doesn't our marriage mean anything to you Tristan?"
She didn't dare to step up to him and instead just focused her gaze on his back. In the old days she would have been able to read his mood from every little bodymovement he made. Now she was staring at his back and realized that maybe she wasn't losing him. Maybe she had already lost him.
He didn't answer her so she tried again.
"Tristan...remember what you said in your weddingvows? That you would always tell me what was going on? Doesn't that mean anything to you? You're not talking to me anymore...you barely look at me...are you tired of me? Do you want us to break up is that what you're trying to do?"
In a sudden spur of the moment she took of her weddingring and threw it at his back. It fell on the ground with a cold and deafening sound. Her voice sounded fragile when she spoke.
"Cause it's certainly working"
With those last words still lingering in the air she turned around and ran out of the kitchen, blindly making her way to the bedroom where she fell down and finally allowed her tears to come.
~~**~~
It had been two days since their fight. Tristan refused to even look at her, and referred to her as "Amy", the new identity she was supposed to be having now. When she tried to talk to him he never responded to Tristan, only when she remembered to call him by his new name Andy did he look up and answer.
She tried not to worry, to forget about everything that had happened between them lately. For now they were probably safe, for Tristan was much more relaxed than he had been before the move. He sometimes even joked, and occasionally she caught a glimpse of his smile.
Rory wondered what could cause that sudden moodswing that would always be there before he packed his stuff. One day he would be fine and the next everything was wrong. She had toyed with the thought of going through his personal belongings, hoping to find a clue as to what was wrong, but the thought of having more fights kept her from doing it.
~~**~~
~~some time later~~
Things had been pretty quiet for a few weeks now. Usually they would live somewhere for about two months, and then they moved again. Tristan woke up one morning with the dreadful thought that today would be that day again. That day when he would have to find a new place to live, always on the run from the past that haunted them.
Walking down the stairs he immediately noticed the small white envelope on the floor. He sighed before picking it up and sticking it into his jacket. He had been right. It was time to move again.
~~**~~
"What is it this time Tristan? House not small enough?"
Rory couldn't prevent the bitter tone from shining through in her words. Instead of the two suitcases she usually packed she was now only allowed to pack one, which forced her to leave behind a lot of things that held memories.
"Remember...when we move into the new house...I will no longer be Andy Abbot... I'm Graham Millhouse and you're my wife, Lizzy Millhouse."
For some reason she felt herself getting angry. She had tried to help him so many times but he would never even thank her! As she got angrier and angrier she stopped packing her suitcase and threw all the stuff that had been in it on the floor.
"What are you doing? The furniture van is coming in a few minutes"
Her voice was calm as she stated the words that she hadn't been expecting to say.
"I'm not coming"
Tristans head shot up and he looked at her with disbelief in his eyes.
"What? What do you mean you're not coming? Ofcourse you're coming..."
Rory shook her head.
"No. I'm not. I'm sick and tired of being dragged around the country all the time. I don't want a new identity...or a new house...I just want to be happy with my husband, Tristan DuGrey. Not with some guy I hardly know with a name that doesn't belong to him."
She took a deep breath before continuing.
"I'm going home. To mom. If you want me back, if you want to explain why you've been doing this...you know where to find me."
Tristan bit his bottomlip.
"You're leaving me?"
"If that's what you want to call it then yes...I am leaving you"
She had expected him to finally come clean. Surely he wouldn't want to lose her. But she had been wrong.
"Fine. Go home...have a nice fucking life."
With those last hurtful words Tristan took up his suitcase and walked outside. Rory resisted the urge to call after him and just fell down on the bed, holding herself back. She tried to convince herself that what she had done was the right choice, that she really couldn't do this anymore and that he was being a jerk. Her heart argued with her head, that there had to be some bigger purpose behind his actions. He would never hurt her intentionally. Would he?
~~**~~
"Lorelai speaking"
God how she had missed that voice. Ever since Tristan and her first moved he had forbidden her to contact any people that she knew. In secret she had called her mother a few times, but she was too scared to say anything, worried that something would go wrong if she broke Tristans rules.
"Mom?"
She had expected her mother to be insanely happy, the same joy seering through her veins as it was in Rory's body.
"Who is this? Is this some kind of cruel joke?"
"Mom? It's me..."
"Leave me alone will you! My daughter is dead! Stop making cruel jokes!"
Rory heard the dialtone before she realized her own mother had hung up on her. What was wrong? Why would her mother say that she was dead? Was that what Tristan had told her? Had he erased her past? So there was no way back?
~~**~~
A small paper lying in the back of the closet drew her attention. She took it out and unfolded it.
DUGREY JR AND HIS WIFE DIED IN CARCRASH
**What?**
HARTFORD - Yesterday the burnt bodies of two young people were found
on the highway to Hartfort. Relatives have confirmed it to be the
bodies of Tristan Janlan DuGrey and his wife Lorelai Leigh (Rory)
DuGrey-Gilmore, who had been wedded only two years earlier. Our
deepest sympathy goes out to their families.
**If we're not dead...then who were those people in that car?**
Suddenly Rory remembered how vague Tristan had sounded when suddenly their car was gone. That had been the start of all the problems. Or had it? Maybe things had started way earlier, and this had been Tristans initial solution to the problems.
Who were in that car? Were they the reason Tristan and her were on the run? Did Tristan kill them? But why?
~~**~~
After a night of tossing and turning and thinking about the questions that had come up in her head Rory had only one solution. She would have to go back to Stars Hollow and convince her mom somehow that she wasn't dead. Anger boiled up in her. How could Tristan do this to her mom? They had already thought once before that she was dead, and now her mom had to go through this once again, but this time on her own.
She quickly gathered some things and took the first train home. Luckily she still had all her fake ID-cards, with names like "Lily Appleton" "Mary Fizzlington" – Tristans favourite – and ofcourse her latest identity "Amy Abbott".
~~**~~
After a long tiring trainride she finally arrived at Hartford Central Station. She took the bus home that she had taken every day for a couple of years. Driving past Chilton she remembered the fun times she had with Tristan, and especially that one time they had almost been caught making out in the janitors closet.
**FLASHBACK**
"Tristan...we're gonna get..."
"Shh"
He quickly put his hand over her mouth when he heard footsteps coming closer. The footsteps came to an abrupt halt right before their very door. Rory felt her heart hammering in her chest and was positive that whoever was outside that door could hear it. Her clothes, or rather, lack of clothes, was making her selfconscious and she tried covering herself up in case the door would suddenly open.
Meanwhile, Tristan kept kissing her neck and buried his fingers once again deep inside her. She suppressed a moan by biting down hard on his neck, leaving a red mark that would surely be noticed. His hand was doing wickedly delicious things that had her moaning tiny little mewls everytime his finger hit her sensitive spot. She didn't even listen to the sounds of footsteps outside the door as he was bringing her to an unbelievable orgasm.
Luckily for them, the principal had left a few seconds before Rory cried out Tristans name...
**END**
Her face had become a little flustered as she realized that people were looking at her.
**Oh no...did I moan?**
She quickly left the bus and inhaled the fresh air that cooled down her flushed cheeks. After waiting a few seconds to calm down she took up her suitcase and started walking towards the house.
~~**~~
"The door is open"
Lorelai, who had been expecting Pete the pizzaguy dropped her coffeemug to the floor when she saw her daughter standing in the doorway. Normally she wasn't a supersticious person, but this just wasn't possible.
"Are you a ghost?"
Her hands were trembling and her eyes were widened in shock.
Rory walked up to her mother.
"Mom...it's me...I'm real. I'm not dead..."
She let her mother touch her cheek to reassure herself that this really was a Rory of flesh and blood, not one made out of...whatever ghosts were made out of.
"You're here...and alive and..."
She noticed something different about Rory, but before she could actually say the words out loud Rory covered her mothers mouth with her hand.
"Yeah...but let's not talk about that now..."
Lorelai nodded, still too confused to push her daughter into a conversation she wasn't ready for. Instead they waited for pizza to arrive and spended a nice mother daughter videonight together. It was almost like she had never left.
~~**~~
In the middle of the night Rory woke up with her heart pounding in her chest. She had woken up feeling scared, and now she heard a faint noise downstairs which only increased her fear. Wrapping a morningcoat around her she picked up a hockeystick which had conveniently been placed behind her door and made her way into the corridor.
Things happened so fast that she couldn't react before she was on the floor, her head colliding with the stone tiles. She shook her head, feeling dazed, and tried to sit up straight. A pain shooting through her stomach made her grunt. Before she passed out she saw an unfamiliar man aiming a gun at her. Then...everything went dark.
~~**~~
A/N: dun dun dun...review if you wanna know what happens!!!
Amelie Cassandra: Thank you for your review &I hope you'll like the secrets there are behind their behaviour!
Jazz14: There will definitely be some hot sexscenes and no Tris isn't a junkie...that much I will tell you ;)
Jessica: Wait and see...you're close ;)
Nicole: How's this update for ya? Fast enough?
Lissygurl: Thanks for your review! I wasn't sure if this was worthy of a story but I guess it is
Toxic X sin 15: Thank you so much!!!
Kairi J. Moriarity: Haha that was the idea yea ;) hope you like the update!
Piper-h-99: I don't know what I will put in these messages to you every chapter if you keep reviewing the same :P but anyway...here's the update coming for ya
Chocaholic: Sorry for the repetition...I'll try to make it less repetitive this chapter...and here's the chapter to put you out your misery
R: Thank you!
Smile1: I'll try to not repeat myself anymore :P sorry for that
Jayde: I'm glad I haven't spoken to you on MSN cause you would have kicked my ass for not telling you what's going to happen right? :P Well anyway maybe this will make things more clear ;) Or not :P
Kiki: Maybe I will...maybe I won't :P
TO ALL: I wasn't sure if this was good enough to continue but I guess it is since you've all been nothing but supernice about this!!! Thank you so much!
~~**~~
"Tell me what's going on Tris...please..."
She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck, forcing him to look at her. She knew her eyes were filled with tears and sadness and she tried to make him understand that they were in this together.
"You need to tell me. We're in this together. You have to tell me what's going on...you know I'd follow you to the end of the world but I need you to tell me what's happening...why you're doing this. It's tearing me apart Tris...not being able to see mom...all the people I left behind for you...I don't know if I can take this any longer...especially when you're shutting me out all the time..."
"Rory"
Her heart skipped a beat. He called her by her old name. Not the names he had made up for her whenever they moved into a new house. She looked up at him expectantly, thinking he finally was going to tell her.
"Yeah?"
Her voice was soft and a light was shining in her eyes. He was going to tell her and finally everything would be okay again. They would be happier than before and she would be able to tell him the secret she had been hiding for a few weeks now.
"You're standing on my toe"
~~**~~
She froze, which gave him the opportunity to untie himself from her arms and walk into the kitchen. It took her a few breaths to calm down before she followed him.
"Doesn't our marriage mean anything to you Tristan?"
She didn't dare to step up to him and instead just focused her gaze on his back. In the old days she would have been able to read his mood from every little bodymovement he made. Now she was staring at his back and realized that maybe she wasn't losing him. Maybe she had already lost him.
He didn't answer her so she tried again.
"Tristan...remember what you said in your weddingvows? That you would always tell me what was going on? Doesn't that mean anything to you? You're not talking to me anymore...you barely look at me...are you tired of me? Do you want us to break up is that what you're trying to do?"
In a sudden spur of the moment she took of her weddingring and threw it at his back. It fell on the ground with a cold and deafening sound. Her voice sounded fragile when she spoke.
"Cause it's certainly working"
With those last words still lingering in the air she turned around and ran out of the kitchen, blindly making her way to the bedroom where she fell down and finally allowed her tears to come.
~~**~~
It had been two days since their fight. Tristan refused to even look at her, and referred to her as "Amy", the new identity she was supposed to be having now. When she tried to talk to him he never responded to Tristan, only when she remembered to call him by his new name Andy did he look up and answer.
She tried not to worry, to forget about everything that had happened between them lately. For now they were probably safe, for Tristan was much more relaxed than he had been before the move. He sometimes even joked, and occasionally she caught a glimpse of his smile.
Rory wondered what could cause that sudden moodswing that would always be there before he packed his stuff. One day he would be fine and the next everything was wrong. She had toyed with the thought of going through his personal belongings, hoping to find a clue as to what was wrong, but the thought of having more fights kept her from doing it.
~~**~~
~~some time later~~
Things had been pretty quiet for a few weeks now. Usually they would live somewhere for about two months, and then they moved again. Tristan woke up one morning with the dreadful thought that today would be that day again. That day when he would have to find a new place to live, always on the run from the past that haunted them.
Walking down the stairs he immediately noticed the small white envelope on the floor. He sighed before picking it up and sticking it into his jacket. He had been right. It was time to move again.
~~**~~
"What is it this time Tristan? House not small enough?"
Rory couldn't prevent the bitter tone from shining through in her words. Instead of the two suitcases she usually packed she was now only allowed to pack one, which forced her to leave behind a lot of things that held memories.
"Remember...when we move into the new house...I will no longer be Andy Abbot... I'm Graham Millhouse and you're my wife, Lizzy Millhouse."
For some reason she felt herself getting angry. She had tried to help him so many times but he would never even thank her! As she got angrier and angrier she stopped packing her suitcase and threw all the stuff that had been in it on the floor.
"What are you doing? The furniture van is coming in a few minutes"
Her voice was calm as she stated the words that she hadn't been expecting to say.
"I'm not coming"
Tristans head shot up and he looked at her with disbelief in his eyes.
"What? What do you mean you're not coming? Ofcourse you're coming..."
Rory shook her head.
"No. I'm not. I'm sick and tired of being dragged around the country all the time. I don't want a new identity...or a new house...I just want to be happy with my husband, Tristan DuGrey. Not with some guy I hardly know with a name that doesn't belong to him."
She took a deep breath before continuing.
"I'm going home. To mom. If you want me back, if you want to explain why you've been doing this...you know where to find me."
Tristan bit his bottomlip.
"You're leaving me?"
"If that's what you want to call it then yes...I am leaving you"
She had expected him to finally come clean. Surely he wouldn't want to lose her. But she had been wrong.
"Fine. Go home...have a nice fucking life."
With those last hurtful words Tristan took up his suitcase and walked outside. Rory resisted the urge to call after him and just fell down on the bed, holding herself back. She tried to convince herself that what she had done was the right choice, that she really couldn't do this anymore and that he was being a jerk. Her heart argued with her head, that there had to be some bigger purpose behind his actions. He would never hurt her intentionally. Would he?
~~**~~
"Lorelai speaking"
God how she had missed that voice. Ever since Tristan and her first moved he had forbidden her to contact any people that she knew. In secret she had called her mother a few times, but she was too scared to say anything, worried that something would go wrong if she broke Tristans rules.
"Mom?"
She had expected her mother to be insanely happy, the same joy seering through her veins as it was in Rory's body.
"Who is this? Is this some kind of cruel joke?"
"Mom? It's me..."
"Leave me alone will you! My daughter is dead! Stop making cruel jokes!"
Rory heard the dialtone before she realized her own mother had hung up on her. What was wrong? Why would her mother say that she was dead? Was that what Tristan had told her? Had he erased her past? So there was no way back?
~~**~~
A small paper lying in the back of the closet drew her attention. She took it out and unfolded it.
DUGREY JR AND HIS WIFE DIED IN CARCRASH
**What?**
HARTFORD - Yesterday the burnt bodies of two young people were found
on the highway to Hartfort. Relatives have confirmed it to be the
bodies of Tristan Janlan DuGrey and his wife Lorelai Leigh (Rory)
DuGrey-Gilmore, who had been wedded only two years earlier. Our
deepest sympathy goes out to their families.
**If we're not dead...then who were those people in that car?**
Suddenly Rory remembered how vague Tristan had sounded when suddenly their car was gone. That had been the start of all the problems. Or had it? Maybe things had started way earlier, and this had been Tristans initial solution to the problems.
Who were in that car? Were they the reason Tristan and her were on the run? Did Tristan kill them? But why?
~~**~~
After a night of tossing and turning and thinking about the questions that had come up in her head Rory had only one solution. She would have to go back to Stars Hollow and convince her mom somehow that she wasn't dead. Anger boiled up in her. How could Tristan do this to her mom? They had already thought once before that she was dead, and now her mom had to go through this once again, but this time on her own.
She quickly gathered some things and took the first train home. Luckily she still had all her fake ID-cards, with names like "Lily Appleton" "Mary Fizzlington" – Tristans favourite – and ofcourse her latest identity "Amy Abbott".
~~**~~
After a long tiring trainride she finally arrived at Hartford Central Station. She took the bus home that she had taken every day for a couple of years. Driving past Chilton she remembered the fun times she had with Tristan, and especially that one time they had almost been caught making out in the janitors closet.
**FLASHBACK**
"Tristan...we're gonna get..."
"Shh"
He quickly put his hand over her mouth when he heard footsteps coming closer. The footsteps came to an abrupt halt right before their very door. Rory felt her heart hammering in her chest and was positive that whoever was outside that door could hear it. Her clothes, or rather, lack of clothes, was making her selfconscious and she tried covering herself up in case the door would suddenly open.
Meanwhile, Tristan kept kissing her neck and buried his fingers once again deep inside her. She suppressed a moan by biting down hard on his neck, leaving a red mark that would surely be noticed. His hand was doing wickedly delicious things that had her moaning tiny little mewls everytime his finger hit her sensitive spot. She didn't even listen to the sounds of footsteps outside the door as he was bringing her to an unbelievable orgasm.
Luckily for them, the principal had left a few seconds before Rory cried out Tristans name...
**END**
Her face had become a little flustered as she realized that people were looking at her.
**Oh no...did I moan?**
She quickly left the bus and inhaled the fresh air that cooled down her flushed cheeks. After waiting a few seconds to calm down she took up her suitcase and started walking towards the house.
~~**~~
"The door is open"
Lorelai, who had been expecting Pete the pizzaguy dropped her coffeemug to the floor when she saw her daughter standing in the doorway. Normally she wasn't a supersticious person, but this just wasn't possible.
"Are you a ghost?"
Her hands were trembling and her eyes were widened in shock.
Rory walked up to her mother.
"Mom...it's me...I'm real. I'm not dead..."
She let her mother touch her cheek to reassure herself that this really was a Rory of flesh and blood, not one made out of...whatever ghosts were made out of.
"You're here...and alive and..."
She noticed something different about Rory, but before she could actually say the words out loud Rory covered her mothers mouth with her hand.
"Yeah...but let's not talk about that now..."
Lorelai nodded, still too confused to push her daughter into a conversation she wasn't ready for. Instead they waited for pizza to arrive and spended a nice mother daughter videonight together. It was almost like she had never left.
~~**~~
In the middle of the night Rory woke up with her heart pounding in her chest. She had woken up feeling scared, and now she heard a faint noise downstairs which only increased her fear. Wrapping a morningcoat around her she picked up a hockeystick which had conveniently been placed behind her door and made her way into the corridor.
Things happened so fast that she couldn't react before she was on the floor, her head colliding with the stone tiles. She shook her head, feeling dazed, and tried to sit up straight. A pain shooting through her stomach made her grunt. Before she passed out she saw an unfamiliar man aiming a gun at her. Then...everything went dark.
~~**~~
A/N: dun dun dun...review if you wanna know what happens!!!