A/N: Many thanks to all of you who have reviewed.

zurple (GGfanatic - Thank you for your review; I appreciate you taking the time to read my story. The flashbacks that I create for each chapter are there to create an ambiance, if you will. They tell you what is happening at that moment of the story as well as what has happened in the past. If I took them out, you would no longer know what, for instance, happened to Lorelai. Do you understand that? What actually makes this fic so special to me is that I can actually pull something off like this. Thank you for reading and I hope that you continue to.

Disclaimer: I only own Jason.

My Savior

{Flashback}

She couldn't remember if she was breathing or not. Could you still be alive if you couldn't breathe? she pondered. Of course not, came the rational voice in her head. If you can't breathe, then you can't be alive. You'd be dead if you couldn't breathe. Something in her stomach turned at that thought. I can't be dead, can I?

"Lorelai? Oh, Lorelai…wake up."

She felt her head being turned, a hand touching her skin. The voice seemed so many miles away, yet so close to where she was.

"Lorelai." The voice didn't seem so patient now. "Lorelai."

Her body jerked as she felt a slap across her cheek. Her eyes opened instantly and settled upon Jason's. So I'm not dead after all.

{End flashback}

Rory took in a deep breath. "She's going to be okay," she stated once again.

"She is," came Tristan's voice.

Rory looked behind her and smiled faintly. "I didn't know you were there."

Tristan smiled softly back. "I brought you some coffee." He handed her the cup and stuck his hands in his pockets.

She took it and brought it to her lips taking in a deep breath of it. "Thank you," she whispered before taking a drink.

Tristan laughed slightly when she made a face.

"This stuff is horrible," she stated while giving it back to him.

He grabbed it from her and placed it in the trashcan. "Well, it's hospital coffee," he stated.

"Right…" she trailed off.

"Yeah…"

She cleared her throat then looked up at him. "You don't have to stay here, you know?"

He shrugged. "I want to. It makes me feel better when I know you're safe."

She smiled. "Well, that's a little selfish of you," she teased.

He looked at her. "What?"

"It makes you feel better. It isn't enough that I'm safe, but it makes you feel better."

He chuckled and looked down. "Well, what can I say? I'm used to getting what I want." He looked up at her and held her gaze.

She shifted slightly, his eyes unreadable. Finally, she walked the few steps separating them and enclosed him in a hug. "Thank you," she said while breathing in his scent.

He brought his arms around her and held her tighter. "You're welcome."

{Flashback}

"You know, I don't think I've ever met anyone who has held on as long as you have. Granted, you did scream a whole lot, but I think that's one of the things I enjoy most."

Lorelai looked up at Jason through hooded eyes, seeing how his almost seemed to glow. She had no strength left and she felt as if she could no longer hold on.

"And I must say," he continued in a voice that Lorelai didn't like, "you are quite the bleeder, too. Who knew someone could bleed so much and not pass out?"

Lorelai blocked out the rest of his "speech" as her eyes drifted to the window. She couldn't tell if it was still light out, but she hoped with all of her might that it was. As her eyes began to droop, they caught sight of a figure moving…

{End flashback}

A/N: Here's the deal: I'm tired, lazy, and grouchy. There isn't much to this chapter, I know, and I'm sorry, but it's the best you're going to get right now. I figured that I have drawn out the Lorelai/ Jason stuff as much as I can and there's only so much I can write between Tristan and Rory, so there will only be a chapter or two after this one. Please review and the next chapter should be out sometime within this century.