A/N: This is going to be a one-parter. Inspiration hit me and I figured that I would write it and post it. This is an AU and the rating is PG-13 due to some language.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gilmore Girls.

My Savior

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and instantly regretted it. Her skin had turned to become so many different colors. She hadn't worn a long-sleeve shirt in a while. There really wasn't any use for them except to keep your arms warm and, since it always was warm, she never saw the purpose in wearing them. She saw a different reason now. She remembered this morning when she had tried to gently put it on herself, but failed miserably. Every move that she made resulted in a surge of pain through her body. She hated that she bruised so easily. She was at least thankful that he didn't get to her face or neck.

~Flashback~

"I don't understand why you're so upset!" She was yelling now. She thought bitterly back to everyone who had told her that he was wrong for her, that she deserved better than him. She didn't listen, of course, but it didn't matter what they thought. She cared a lot for him and would have done anything for him.

"You don't know why?! You were flirting with that son of a bitch back there!" This was the maddest she had ever seen him.

"No, I wasn't! We were just talking!"

He didn't seem to believe her. "That's a load of shit! You were flirting and you know it!"

"No, I wasn't!"

Apparently, he didn't like to be wrong or have someone question what he said. That's when he hit her. "You whore!" She instantly fell to the ground from the impact of the hit. He had never been this way with her, it never came this far.

She tried to find her voice, wanted to tell him that she was sorry for talking to that guy, sorry that she had yelled at him, anything that would make the pain stop. Nothing came. She was alone. He continued to hit her repeatedly, somehow finding a kind of victory that came to him when he saw her face contort in pain and hearing her desperate cries for him to stop.

She wasn't sure when he had stopped and left; the pain that coursed through her body was enough to think that he was still there.

She got up and stumbled to a bathroom, washing off the blood that had come through the breaks in her skin. She couldn't even remember where she was.

~End Flashback~

"Hey, Mary."

She shut her eyes and felt like crying. She didn't have enough strength for him today. "Please, Tristan, not today," came her weak response. She had never seen worry in his eyes before, but when he turned her to face him, that was all that she saw. It felt nice to have him that close to her, to have him hold her like that, but then the reality of the situation set in. Pain etched across her face as she tried to pull away from him. He thought that she was trying to run from him , so his grip only tightened. She screamed out an 'ow' and he quickly let go. She fell back against the lockers and shut her eyes, wanting the pain to go away.

~Flashback~

She called a cab and went home. The driver had given her weird looks every now and then through the rearview mirror, but she didn't care. She wanted nothing more than to just go home and crawl into bed.

Once she got there, she quietly tiptoed her way through the house, thankful that her mom had already gone to sleep. She didn't want her to know. She had already felt ashamed that she could have trusted such a poor excuse for a human; she didn't need the pity of everyone around her, her pride wouldn't allow it.

She changed into sweats, covering all parts of her body, just in case her mom were to come in to her room for something. She couldn't find sleep that night.

~End Flashback~

"I'm sorry." He actually thought that he was the one who hurt her.

A cry found its way out of her mouth as she shook her head. "It's not your fault."

He didn't seem to believe her; no one would if they saw the look on her face. "I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone." He turned to leave, but she grabbed his hand, pulling him back to her.

"It wasn't you, I promise." His features softened as he looked into her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

She quickly looked away, trying to find a suitable excuse. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Don't lie to me, Rory." His voice was stern, but still held the tenderness in it that she loved to hear.

"I'm not; I'm fine."

He brought his hand up to her arm, slightly touching it and got exactly what he expected; a wince and a cry of pain. He gingerly pushed the sleeve up and saw the numerous amounts of bruises that covered her skin. The worry came back to his eyes. "What happened? Who did this to you?" He was upset now; someone had actually dared to hurt his Rory, his Mary.

~Flashback~

Rays of sunlight had filtered through her room and she dreaded having to get up. She didn't want to leave the house, her room, but she knew that if she told her mom that school wasn't an option, she would ask questions. Rory couldn't allow that to happen. She go up out of the bad and went to take a shower. She stripped down slowly, not wanting to cause any unnecessary pain. She let the hot water stream down her body as she cried.

She dried herself off and put a robe on, heading to her room after carefully opening the door. She was thankful that her mom hadn't woken up yet.

It took her a while to get dressed and she tried to cover the bags that were under her eyes with makeup. Never had she been more grateful for cover-up.

She wrote a note to her mom, saying that she had to get to school early to get some last minute work done. If her mom had seen her the way that she was, she would have figured it out. She didn't want her mom to worry about her.

She stepped out of the house and walked down the pathway. She heard the sounds of a car then hurried to hide behind a tree. She hated that he had scared her this much. She hated the fact that she afraid that he might be around any corner, ready to finish what he had started the previous night.

When the car passed, she ran to the bus stop. She didn't care for the pain that she felt with every fast step she took; she just wanted to get on the bus and be surrounded by people so she could be somewhat assured that what she feared wouldn't happen around other people. It didn't help. Once she got on the bus, everyone looked t her strangely, noticing how horrible she looked. Every cough and every movement made by someone made her jump and she wanted nothing more than to just get off.

~End Flashback~

She shook her head once more, trying to make the crying stop. "No one. Nothing happened."

"Bullshit. How did you get all of these bruises?" He held her elbow softly and stepped closer to her.

~Flashback~

She had finally made it to school and she thanked whatever God was listening that she made it there safely. She soon figured out, though, that it wasn't going to be easy. The people that she had encountered earlier tried to at least be discreet in stealing glances at her; the people here openly stared at her. She could only hear the many insults that were formulating in some of her classmate's heads. She stood in front of her locker and silently begged it not to give her any grief. It finally opened after the umpteenth time she tried and she began to load and unload whatever books she needed and didn't need.

"Hey, Mary."

~End Flashback~

She looked into his eyes and finally broke down completely. She leaned forward into his arms and cried. He held her as tightly as he could and vowed that whoever hurt her would pay. She grabbed onto his shirt, balling the material up with all her might, that her hands eventually started to hurt. She pulled slightly away from him and looked up into his eyes. Maybe she had just found her savior.

*~*~*~*~*~* So, what do you think? Any comments are welcome. Thank you for reading. *~*~*~*~*~*