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Takes Place: season 1.

Chapter 4. Don't Be Frightened.

Tristan: "Rory" Again. He didn't think that she heard him the last time.

But she didn't turn around. She made no movement at all.

This made Tristan worry. What was she doing up there? What did she plan on doing?

Was she going to. No. She hurt, but she wasn't suicidal was she?

She was smiling, for the first time in forever, it seemed like. Her eyes were closed, and she pictured herself flying. Her arms were out, and she was leaving.

But someone pulled her out of her reverie, as they dragged her to the ground. One hand clutched her stomach, while another cradled her back.

Rory: "Get away from me!"

She struggled out of the grasp of the blurred vision.

Person: "No, no, Rory. It's just me. Don't be frightened."

The voice sounded frantic and Rory peered out from her wet hair sticking to her face.

Rory: "Tristan?! God!" He had pressed her stomach. And that had a result of not being able to breathe. She rubbed the damage done, and yelled at him. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Tristan: "What the hell are you doing?"

How could he do that? Turn the subject to fit her.

Rory: "I'm going."

That wasn't the answer he was looking for. So he took her arm as she started to get back in her car.

Rory: she yelps. He tugged on her bruised wrist. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" she yet again, rubs the damage.

Tristan doesn't say anything, just searches her eyes. He blinks. "Come home with me; we'll treat those cuts on your stomach."

Rory: "Yeah, just go over to your house when I don't even know you. Sure, that'll happen."

Tristan: "If you trust me, it would."

Rory: "Well guess what, Tristan?! I don't! So stay the hell away from me." She gritted that through her closed teeth.

And then she walked back into her car, dripping, soaking wet, and sat down with a hoof. Who the hell did he think he was?! Expecting her to just go with him, without a second thought.

She drove off with a skid and a loud noise, knowing she was going to break down then and there. She had wanted to, whether she wanted to admit it or not she did. She wanted to be in the presence of someone that didn't hit her and was in the age frame of that of herself. She didn't know what it was; she just was drawn to him.

She didn't know what to do. If Ron found out, he would be furious! But she couldn't help it.

And it scared the hell out of her.

A/N: sorry for the time delay. I was making all these different ladders to climb, and I didn't know which one to do first. So I chose for her to first get mad at him. So the next chapter, which all of you will like, will have some – and I stress- some trory-ness to it. At the end, but I don't want to give it away, now, do I?

Paige