A/N: Sorry! I am so sorry for the long wait, but everything has been so screwed up lately, and I feel too crappy to write. My boyfriend of 9 and a half months and I broke up right after the last chapter I updated. I've been on the sidelines since, just reading stuff and not writing. But now I feel like writing, so I am. If you are reading this right now, I made a small change in this chapter from the last one. She didn't cry at the end.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: Look at the last chapter.

Takes Place: Like, in the first season, kinda.

Chapter 6. Stay?

Rory: "Is the offer still open?"

She went limp, and snapped her hand to the doorframe, looking for balance. The migraine was going to be there for a while.

Tristan: "Rory? What the hell are you doing here? Come in, come in." He shushed her through the door and helped her walk, putting one of her arms around his neck.

He ushered her to the living room and sat her down.

Tristan: "I'm gonna get you a wet towel, to clean yourself off."

He left and while he was wetting the dishtowel, he realized she hadn't said much since he came. There was sure as hell a lot to talk about.

He walked back in the room where she sat, and saw she was rubbing her temples. He sat beside her and put the warm cloth on her cut-up skin.

She winced.

Tristan: "Rory."

Just like he had when she was on the bridge, flying.

Rory: "Don't yell." She huddled herself into a little ball, bringing her knees upto her chest and putting her chin on them. Her eyes were closed.

Tristan: "I'm not saying-"

Rory: "Stop! Stop yelling!" she put her hands over her ears and tears were coming from her eyes. "Please stop. I'll do anything..."

Tristan shook his head while his eyes grew with sympathy. She opened her eyes for almost a second, and Tristan saw that they were somewhere else. Way off in her memory, somewhere.

He grabbed her face and made her look at him.

Tristan: "Rory, I'm not making a sound."

She just looked at him with the tearstained eyes, looking so lost. She looked down into her lap, and didn't say anything.

Tristan: "Do you want something, hot chocolate, maybe?"

She mutely nodded her head and he fled from the room to get the beverage. When he got back, she looked up into his eyes and he saw tears. He immediately rushed to the couch and sat next to her.

Tristan: "Hey, what—what's wrong?" Great. That was a stupid question.

Rory: "I ..." some tears escaped and cascaded her cheek.

Tristan: "What can I do? Do you want anything?"

Rory quickly stood up, not knowing that it was a little too fast and she lost her balance again. He rushed to her side and held her hand, planting her back on the ground.

Tristan: "What was that about?"

Rory: "I—I can't be here." She started to walk away. "I'm sorry."

Tristan ran after her.

Tristan: "Wait!"

She stopped right at the door. Her hand on the knob, but never turning. She was waiting for him.

Tristan: "Stay."

She twirled her head and looked at him, not turning her body. Tears were coming from her eyes, and she was breathing loudly.

Tristan: "Come on." He stayed at his spot, probably 3 yards away from her.

Her hand fell from the handle and she turned to face him. He walked toward her.

Tristan: "Tell me what happened."

A/N: sorry, but the next chapter will be up within the next week. Hope you liked this one. Review please. It's what keeps me motivated.

Paige