A/N: Yeah...I completely suck. I put out this author's note saying that this chapter was going to be out a few days right after it and guess what? It didn't happen. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't make promises - ever. Anyway, I hope that this chapter - which is the last - is to your liking and I hope that I did a good job. Also, there are a lot of implied "stuff" towards the end of this chapter, so beware.
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My Savior
Rory stared blankly at the television that was set up high in the waiting room of the hospital. Her breathing suddenly sped up as she heard the words of the news reach her ears, echoing as each second passed.
"...Jason McLorn was set up with a court hearing for January 14, 2005. Apparently McLorn has been wanted in three other counties for accusations of assault, harassment, and violence. It wasn't until three days ago that he was found in the home of Lorelai Gilmore where he was inflicting harm. Police officials have told us that Ms. Gilmore was severely battered and bruised, but that she is recovering. In other news..."
Rory tore her eyes away from the screen, all of a sudden wishing that someone was there to hold her, tell her that everything was going to be okay. When she looked back up at the screen, it showed Jason being led to a car by a police officer, many reporters trying to get a few questions answered. He had said nothing, but stared directly into the camera and she couldn't help but feel as if he was looking directly at her.
Flashback
Lorelai squinted her eyes, desperately trying to clear her vision. She lifted her head slightly, ignoring the pain as she looked over toward the window again. She stared and stared, but didn't see anything for what felt like an eternity. She was hallucinating after all.
End flashback
It seemed that every step she took towards her mom's hospital room lasted an eternity. The doctor had told her that Lorelai had just woken up and she was slightly afraid to go. If she had stayed away from Jason as everyone had tried subtly to tell her, then her mother wouldn't be hurt, bruised, lying helpless in a white hospital room.
She finally came to the door, staring at it as if she were to stare long enough, she could see through it. She took a couple of deep breaths and turned the doorknob gently, peering inside slightly before stepping completely through.
"Hey, sunshine. How's it hanging?"
Rory stood looking at her mom with a confused expression on her face. "What?"
Lorelai sat up a little more and turned towards Rory. "How's it hanging?"
Rory took a few cautious steps towards the bed. "It's hanging...fine."
"Good, good." There was an awkward pause before Lorelai spoke again. "What happened?"
Rory took a few more deep breaths before situating herself on the side of the bed. "Well...the police found you and Jason at home. They arrested him for..." she trailed off not really knowing how to put into words what had happened. "Then they brought you here."
"What did they arrest him for?" Lorelai asked, a surprisingly calm look on her face.
Rory sighed. "I saw Babette when I got home. I didn't get a chance to talk to her before I left to go to the hospital with you, but I assume that she called the police. They said that she came over to the house to talk to you and that that was when she saw you lying on the floor with all of this blood around you. She went back to her house to call the police."
Lorelai stayed quiet. So she actually did see someone...
Flashback
Babette burst through the door, searching frantically for the phone. She found herself mumbling quietly as she threw papers and pillows around. In the back of her mind, she took notice of the increasing pace of her heart, but paid no heed to it as she found the cordless phone lying on the kitchen table. "Hello - I need the police right away."
End flashback
"How is she doing?"
Rory looked up to see Tristan in the seat next to her in the waiting room. "She's doing good," she replied mechanically as she stared back down at the ground. "She's fine."
Tristan's eyebrows knit together slightly as he got a closer look at her face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He gently placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her to face him, only to find forming tears.
"It's all my fault," she softly sobbed. "If I had just stayed away from him, he wouldn't have hurt her like this, he would have been far away."
Tristan got up from his seat and picked Rory up, tenderly leading her outside. Once they got to a quiet setting, he pulled her into a soft embrace, delicately stroking her hair and whispering comforting words of nonsense into her ear.
After a little while, Rory drew away slightly from Tristan and gave an awkward chuckle as soon as she noticed the close proximity. "I'm sorry. I've been crying around you a lot, huh?" she sniffed while bringing the sleeve of her shirt up to her eyes to dry some tears off.
Tristan took note of the fact that she still hadn't moved out from his embrace; he inwardly smiled. "No problem, Mary," he whispered, moving some hair away from her face.
She leaned slightly into his touch and stared up at him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he whispered softly back. He found himself leaning in slightly, noticing that she was, too, her eyes closing slowly. He would have smirked and turned into his usual cocky self if his every thought wasn't on how soft Rory's lips seemed to him at that perfect moment, how she had pulled him closer. He noticed how she was so tender and gentle with him. And what he found surprising was that he was all of that to her, as well.
Flashback
Babette stood to the side, shaking, as she saw the policemen sneak around the house, some going around back, some creeping up onto the porch. She saw one look into the window of the house and give a signal to the officers at the front door. She heard their cries of warning as they kicked the door down. She heard Jason's yell of surprise. She heard the struggles that ensued within the house, within the house that she had only known of moments of happiness to occur in, never a moment of sheer pain. A moment later, she saw Jason getting escorted out of the house, two guys holding him while he was kicking and struggling the whole way. She watched him with wide eyes, failing to notice the paramedics run into the house, seeing that he had stopped struggling after a few seconds and smile sickly at something behind her. She turned and saw Rory and a handsome man whom she barely recalled. She saw as Rory's hand shot up to her mouth, tears forming as her knees weakened. She saw Rory run towards the house, the man running after her as the initial shock wore off. She saw Rory run past her and saw a policeman hold her back, trying to explain calmly that they had to get her mom to the hospital. She saw as Rory climbed into the ambulance, the man running back to his car to follow them to the hospital. The ambulance left and so did the fancy car. She stood there silently and didn't even register the fact that someone was standing next to her, trying to get a statement for what had happened. 'What had happened?' she thought fearfully before falling to the ground.
End flashback
Rory brought her hand up to her mouth, chewing slightly on her nail, as she walked to her mother's room. After she stepped through, she leaned back until the door shut and gave a happy sigh.
"Wow...is this how you are after sex?"
Rory's eyes shot over to Lorelai who was watching her with interest. Her smile widened as she made her way to the bed. "Tristan is so wonderful!"
Lorelai stopped moving and stared at her daughter blankly. "I was kidding about the sex, kid."
"What? No. He just kissed me."
Lorelai dramatically clutched at her chest and leaned back onto her pillow. "Thank God...you almost gave me a heart attack there." She paused and watched the unwavering grin on her daughter's face. "Besides, where would you have done it?"
Rory rolled her eyes and the smile lessened slightly. "What?"
Lorelai gave an exasperated sigh and sat up once more. "The sex! I mean, this is a hospital. Albeit, it'll be very clean, at least I hope, but where are you going to do it?" She stopped momentarily, appearing to actually be thinking of the situation. "I suppose you could do it in the supply closet, but with all those cleaning supplies and stuff, I don't know how you two would be able to-"
"Mom!" Rory cut off. "Why are you talking about sex in the supply closet?"
She merely shrugged and didn't show any notice of Tristan stepping into the room. "Just thought you needed some pointers on where to give your virginity to Tristan."
Tristan's head shot up and he stood still, not knowing how to respond to such a thing. His eyes went over to Lorelai who was smirking then over to Rory. From what he saw, she didn't even know he was there. "Mom...thank you...I guess...but if I do - it'll be special and-" Rory stopped abruptly when she noticed the abnormal sized grin on her mom's face. "What?" Lorelai simply pointed behind her daughter and Rory's eyes shut immediately and felt a blush crawl its way up her face. "Oh, God," she whispered.
"You know, Mary," he said softly behind her, careful to not let Lorelai hear, "it probably would be special and whatever it is you were going to say." He straightened up and looked over to Lorelai who was eyeing him curiously. "How are you doing?"
"Better. You know, I hope that you understand that all of that was a joke. You do anything even close of the aforementioned, I will castrate you."
Tristan couldn't help but inwardly cringe at the serious tone. "Um...okay."
"Now get out of here so we can finish our girl talk," Lorelai dismissed with a wave of her hand. Tristan nodded and turned to head out of the room. Once he was out of the room, Lorelai's grin reappeared. "So, how was it?"
Rory sighed dreamily. "Wonderful. Great. All of those words."
Lorelai squealed and Rory started to laugh. After a few moments, silence overtook them and Rory looked at her mom apprehensively. "I really am sorry, mom."
Lorelai's features softened as she grabbed Rory's hand. "I know, babe." She pulled on her hand and brought her into a hug.
Tristan peered into the room and slightly smiled to himself. Everything worked out for the better. He made a note to thank whatever God there was when he got home. Hopefully, things would only get better.
THE END
A/N: Alright, I have no idea how the court system works for things like this, so I apologize if I am extremely off. And that was a crappy news coverage, as well. As far as Jason goes, well you can come up with whatever you want with him; I know that I kind of left things open-ended with him. With everything else that didn't seem quite complete, make up your own ending. Let your imaginations take over. Leave a review and let me know what you think as well as what those imaginations have come up with. Bye.
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