A/N: I know I got this story out, like, a year ago, but I really felt like writing a second chapter. So here it goes.

Disclaimer: I own the plot, and Johnny, and that's about it.

Summary: Tragic. Trory. Chapter 2 up!

Chapter 2: My Mary

Tristan saw Aaron Greenwell descend the stairs, looking quite pleased. Tristan narrowed his eyes at him. He never cared for the guy much, too dark. But something was wrong, he could see it in his eyes.

Aaron approached him, a sly grin on his face.

"What do you want, Greenwell?" Tristan barked, a little annoyed at his presence.

"Mm," Aaron hummed, keeping his mysterious ways, "I just want to say: You might want to go check on your Mary." And with that, Aaron nudged past him and Tristan saw he got all the way out the door.

What did he mean?

Tristan cautiously ascended the stairs, afraid of what he was going to find. He narrowed his eyes and went to the first room. Locked.

The second room.

Locked.

He searched all the rooms until he came to one that wasn't. He twisted the doorknob and opened the door slowly.

He wanted to die at what he saw.

Rory. Rory huddled in a ball on the bed, completely nude, her back facing him.

She was crying. He could hear her. And he let a piece of his guard down in each step he took, getting closer to her.

He reached over and touched her shoulder. She flinched and huddled even more closer to herself.

"It's alright."

The voice calmed her, but she didn't make any movement. "Just go away, Tristan," she whispered. He almost didn't hear her.

"Here," he took the coat he was wearing and put it over her, to protect her. "Wow. Um, I don't know what to say."

"Just leave, please," she tried to get rid of him but it wouldn't work.

"How are you getting home?"

"Bus."

"No."

"What," she then started to put her guard down as well as she put her arms in the sleeves, making sure that he couldn't see anything. She wiped her nose with her hand. And rubbed her eyes. She was now on the side of the bed across from Tristan, back facing him.

She was quite uncomfortable: sitting in front of Tristan DuGrey in nothing but a coat.

"I'll take you home."

She laughed bitterly. Then turned her bruised face towards him, and stopped. "No, you're not."

"I beg to differ."

"You can differ all you want."

"I'm going to."

Rory started to cry again, after touching a sensitive bruise. She tried to forget about what had just happened to her. Just... it couldn't have happened. She couldn't even think about it.

"Hey," he tried to comfort her, by touching her shoulder, but she pulled away from him. He pulled back and didn't push her. He knew what happened. He would have to be a fool not to. And he was going to kill Aaron Greenwell.

He hurt his Mary.

A/N: hey, I don't know if you like it so please review. Should I let Tristan take her home? Cause I think that would be rushing it. What do you think?

Paige