A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and has had enough patience with me to wait for the chapters. I know it can be frustrating to wait for someone to write something, but I always have to find my inspiration before I can write. Thank you for sticking it through with me.

Disclaimer: I only own Jason.

My Savior

"I'm so sorry..." Rory's broken voice whispered as she looked at her mother's unmoving body. She had been afraid to go in at first, afraid that she would break down if she saw her mother, broken, hurt, because her daughter didn't have better judgment.

{Flashback}

She couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. No, she corrected herself, nightmare. Everything was dull and she could recall the faint thumping of what she assumed to be her heart. She couldn't quite figure out if it was beating fast or slow or even at all. She opened her eyes, the light filtering in through the window caused her to shut them quickly, such a small movement, she noticed, that caused so much pain. She tried to open her eyes once more, slowly this time, taking her time to allow her eyes to adjust to the unusually bright light that made everything seem so white. Funny, she thought, I don't remember it ever being this bright...

{End flashback}

Tristan looked through the slightly opened door, his heart seeming to break a little more as more and more tears fell from Rory's eyes. He couldn't remember a time where he had seen so many tears, salty water droplets, fall so freely from someone before; now that he thought about it, he didn't think he had ever seen someone cry, no one. He didn't know what to do or how to act around someone who was in such a fragile state and he never paid attention to the reality of having to face it one day. Perhaps he wasn't the best person to turn to at a time like this...

{Flashback}

Her body jolted all of a sudden, like maybe being struck by lightning or having an electrical shock given to your body, maybe by an EMT - those two paddles placed somewhere around your chest to get your heart going again. She didn't really know what either of those felt like, she gave thanks for that, but she would probably give that explanation to anyone who may ask her. She doubted anyone would.

Her body jolted again, only this time, more forceful. Perhaps she was just having one of those dreams, the ones where you somehow find yourself on top of a cliff or really high building then all of a sudden pushed off or slipping, or where you are standing in the middle of a street. You have no recollection of how you got there, or maybe you do, but you suddenly see these two bright lights heading your way, a loud horn sounding somewhere in the distance. Then, it happens. You get hit. But with those dreams, you rarely ever experience the whole thing; you wake up right before the semi-truck hits you or before you hit the ground or you just forget that you ever had the dream. She wished she could forget this.

Another jolt.

{End flashback}

"Ms. Gilmore?"

It took a few seconds for the words to actually register in her head, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she tried to figure out what each word meant. "Yes?" she responded softly, her voice slightly cracking due to her certain lack of water.

"Your mother has a few fractured ribs, four, to be exact, her left wrist is broken, and we had to stitch up some of the cuts that were on her arms and back. We bandaged the smaller wounds as best as we could, though we are going to have to keep a close eye on her due to all of the bruising that is covering the majority of her body."

Rory blinked a few times, as if not comprehending what he said. She shook her head slightly, her vision blurring slightly.

"Ms. Gilmore? Ms. Gilmore?"

Rory snapped her head up, as if waking for the first time, a baby new to the world. "Rory...please call me Rory."

The doctor gave a sympathetic smile, slipping somewhat from the roll of just a doctor. "Rory, I know that this is hard for you, but I need to know, the police need to know, exactly what happened."

Tears began to fall once more, the wetness on her cheeks not even registering to her. "It's all my fault..." she sobbed softly.

{Flashback}

Thud. Thud. Maybe her body was trying to do something, tell her something. Lorelai Gilmore, get off your ass! Something along the lines of that. The sound seemed to be getting closer and she once again tried to open her eyes. It wasn't as bright as when she had tried earlier, but she had as much difficulty doing it. That's when she saw them. Those shoes. She knew those shoes. That's when everything came flooding back to her. She had indeed been unconscious, or sleeping to some extent, and the thuds she kept hearing were his shoes. Those God-awful boots that made a clinking sound, one that always drove her crazy. They were getting closer and she had wished in the back of her mind that the bright white light she had seen earlier was a sign that she was in heaven, no longer having to suffer the pain of a man who had seen fit to walk through her house, go through her things, use her towels to wipe off his bloody hands. At least it isn't his blood, her mind reasoned. It is your blood, so that's okay, right? She wanted to kill that voice, maybe lock it away in some far off land that punished voices for making you think off something so trivial in such a grave situation.

"Hello, sweet Lorelai." That voice, that grin. Evil. All evil. He was crouching down now. She suddenly found herself frozen.

{End flashback}

She seemed to grip his hand harder with every second that passed, but he didn't care. If this was what he had to do to make her smile once again, he would do it for a thousand years, an eternity, an eternity of eternities. She had broken down crying countless times now, not able to even finish a sentence without at least one sob separating the words that didn't want to leave her mouth. Two policemen sat in front of her, their chairs only about eight inches away from hers, their backs slightly hunched as she went on. Tristan stood off to her right, his left hand tightly clasped in her right. She noted during one of her interludes that the doctor was standing towards the back of the room near the door. She didn't really notice, though; her eyes took in just about every detail there was in the room - the white walls, the desk and chair in the corner, the papers neatly piled on top, the clock hanging above the door - but her mind failed to put it away into memory. But that's a good thing, she thought to herself, you don't want to remember this. She snapped out of her daze when she heard one of the police officers, the one on the right, she guessed, clicked his pen.

"I think that we have all we need for now, Ms. Gilmore. If we need anything else, we will contact you." Both nodded towards her and Tristan, then shook hands with the doctor. She desperately wanted to cry out, "Please, call me Rory," but somehow she knew the words wouldn't have come.

"I'm so proud of you."

She looked up and saw his eyes, his beautiful eyes. She had never really noticed them before. She looked down for a split second, her gaze coming into contact with his lips. Yes?she was definitely starting to notice more things about him. A warmth came over her, one that she hadn't felt in what seemed to be like a million years, and only when she looked down further, did she notice his arms around her, pulling her to him in one of the most gentlest embraces she had ever felt.

A/N: Yep, that's it. I shall quite possibly update the next chapter when I feel I am actually capable of writing it well. Review, please. Point out anything I have done wrong, since I just don't have the patience to read over it once I'm done typing, or anything that just isn't right. Thanks and until next time, goodbye.