When Rory entered her home again, she had second thoughts. How could he say such a thing? Why? He knew how much that subject hurt her, and yet, he still carried on.

Rory thought this while she went up the stairs.

But she passed their room, and went into one of the 8 guest bedrooms down the hall. She couldn't be near him right now. She didn't even want to hear his voice.

So she set the alarm clock and crawled into the bed and cried herself to sleep, wishing this horrible fight had just been a dream.

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Rory woke up with a splash of a dumb clock ringing in her ear.

It wasn't a dream, and the fight still stung her heart as much as the night before. She exited the bed, and got in the shower, making the steaming water trickle down her back.

When she was done doing her business in that room, she went back into her own, to get new clothes, thanking god that Tristan had left to shoot already.

She put on her plain black shirt with the pocket on the left of the chest, and jeans, with black high-top Converse.

Then she exited out the house grabbing her keys, and headed for her favorite café, to get coffee.

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"In your seats please! You know that bell? It signal's class has begun."

The class groaned as the returned to their seats on this Thursday afternoon.

"Now, can someone tell me where we left off?"

One or two people raised their hands, but not many.

"Okay, now if you don't want to get involved with the class, then you will do this project individually. You need to do a 300 word essay on you favorite character so far."

Another groan from the class, and Rory got annoyed. "Now you better stop whining or I'm making it 500."

Some whispers around her rose up and Rory gave up. "Alright, 500 words due tomorrow."

Rory looked around and received death glares from various people, and suddenly got overwhelmed with anger. "Hey, I set the rules in here. When you walk into this room every day, you will be ready to work. I don't care what is going on outside, or who's going with who, this is my class room and-" Rory got interrupted by the door knocking.

"You better be good while I get this, or you're staying after class," she spoke to the class.

When she walked to the door and opened it she didn't want him to be standing out, hands shoved in his pockets.

Rory rolled her eyes, and turned her back on him. "What are you doing here?" It was meant to be a whisper, but the whole class heard it and started to pay attention.

"I wanted to apologize for last night," Tristan walked in the door and faced her from the side, "You never did come back to bed."

Rory walked to her desk, silently wanting him to follow, "I slept in a guestroom."

"Come on, Rory. We really haven't come to –that- have we?"

"Well, after last night, I don't know where we stand."

"I don't expect you to."

"Okay, Tristan, since you know everything, where are we in our relationship?! That's if you actually take time to pay attention to it," Rory made the crude comment, looking directly in his eyes.

"I love you," he said right back.

"Then stop treating me like I am one of your sluts you had in high school! We're married Tristan; I don't think I deserve it," she was on the verge of tears.

Tristan didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything. He just embraced her with a huge hug, full of passion and sorrow and regret.

When he let go, he put his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, as she did the same. "I'm sorry," were the first words that came out of his mouth.

"Me too," Rory looked to the ground.

"So we okay?" Tristan asked, with hope.

"Yeah... we're okay."

"I have to get back to work," Tristan said, now looking into his wife's eyes.

"Fine, go." And he did. But Rory knew that nothing would ever be the same. She would always have this incident in the back of her brain, teasing her, and making threats.

She turned back to her now listening class. "Get to work on your homework, I'll be right back."

Rory exited, heading for the teachers lounge, to get something cold, to soothe her pounding headache.

A/N: This chapter was long overdue, I know, just don't get made at me. Just review.

!Paige!