I own the story line (most of it), baby L, Mrs. Perry, the Beatrys, Baby L, the blonde slutty girl and anybody else you do not recognize.

Chapter 2: Anything for the Pictures

Of all the surprises that could have happened to Lee in Waldron, Arkansas she never expected the return of Blake Waters to be one. Blake Waters was fictional with a picture of a boy at her high school who tormented her relentlessly by calling her Mary. So when Lee got the phone call from Mrs. Perry across the street that Blake was in town looking for her she almost shit her pants. Mrs. Perry calmly explained to the frantic girl over the phone that she would deliver the delicious specimen of the male species to her in no time.

Lee calmly put the phone down before racing down the hall and grabbing a suitcase to start packing. The gig was up. The lie was out she had nothing more in this town now. Deep inside Lee's thoughts rest those of Rory Gilmore who was rationally telling her new persona that the only place safe to run to would be home.

The baby started crying after the lamp smashed to the floor on accident. She had thrown her coat on the lamp and when she went to grab it the lamp came with. The loud sound of the crashing woke her baby up. No matter how much Lee wanted to deny the fact that she was a mother she couldn't because her instinct changed. She could run tomorrow. She had a baby to take care of today.

She picked baby L up and started to rock her in her arms knowing this was the cry of a woken up child, not one that was hungry or needed changing. The knock on her front door caused Baby L to cry more and she was forced to greet the man that would ruin everything and reduce her into a pile of nothing in front of her child. She opened the door and there stood her arch enemy, Tristan DuGrey.

"Hello Mrs. Waters I got you some diapers like you asked for and I ran into your husband looking lost. Surprisingly it is quite easy to get lost in a small down." Mrs. Perry went on some more but Lee drowned it out. She stared at Tristan who was wearing and army uniform and looking quite perplexed as to why she was here.

Tristan, as stunned as he was when a strange lady started to call him Lt. Waters, was pleasantly surprised when he came face to face with his Mary. He loved the idea that he was her husband. The only problem he had was: who was Blake and Lee Waters?

Tristan not wanting to spoil this moment of shock on Lee face stepped in and enwrapped her and the baby into a hug. He drew Lee into a passionate kiss, one that a husband would give to his wife after returning from the war. Lee caught on. He was playing this game with her. So she kissed him back.

When she drew for breath, Baby L had stopped crying and Mrs. Perry had walked off to her own residence with a happy smile one could only get from reuniting lovebirds. Lee offered the man into her house and after he accepted she sat down on the leather furniture rocking her baby back to sleep.

"So Mary. I mean Rory. Or is it Lee now?" Tristan taunted her. He was happy to play along in her delusions if it meant he could kiss her. He looked down at the brown haired sleeping baby and realized that she was already in love with someone else.

"When did we get married?" He asked her. He was slightly annoyed at how she avoided looking at him.

"I can explain." She finally said something. He raised his eyebrow and smirked at her. This was going to be good, he thought.

"I sure hope so."

"I ran away after my boyfriend died in a car accident. I haven't looked back since. I started to tell these people, who look down on premarital sex, that I was married to a Lieutenant in the war and to make my story real I showed some pictures of you. I figured you'd be last person who'd come looking for me." Lee explained briefly. She skimmed the details and stuck with the facts. Tristan didn't believe that was all to the story. He did, however, receive conformation that she was still in love with her dead boyfriend. He had seen it in her eyes, the sad look of longing and regret that glistened in her tear brimmed eyes that had almost made him want to cry too.

"I'm sorry." He replied looking down. He was actually in this small town to deliver the dog tags to the family of his fallen friend. He reached into his pocket and fingered the lettering. Today was the saddest day of his life, aside from the death of his friend. On top of delivering the bad news he also had run into his lost crush only to find out she was still hooked on someone else.

"No you're not." Lee replied. She hated people saying I'm sorry because they never were. It was why she ran. She couldn't bear to see the faces of pity and looks of sympathy all over her home town, her grandparents house, and the Yale campus (even though she wasn't going to school that year.) It didn't make things easier that she and her mother had been in a rift for months since her decision to take a while off from school. She wouldn't accept a reconciliation between the two of them if it were simply because she was hurting, depressed, and pregnant.

Lee got up and walked out of the room with Baby L. She arrived at the nursery and put the sleeping baby down in the crib. She got up and went into Blake's study. She felt she was ready to continue her story.

A glass shard from the windshield had impaled the two lovers in the passenger seat. It had gone through Alexia ripping up most of her vital organs and into Rupert's lung. Alli had gotten off pretty well until he saw the blood and passed out from the gory sight. Alexia just stared at Rupert and felt her heart breaking. He looked closer to death then she was. He looked sad, like he knew he wouldn't continue living this life for long, like the two of them would never be reunited again.

The truth was that Rupert was looking deathly white because he feared she would die. She was spitting up blood and falling in and out of consciousness and looked like she was about to give up the battle. He wanted so much to reassure her that death would take her, would not take him. But the two lovers had no idea what was…

"Well, that was kind of rude." Tristan interrupted her writing. She turned in her swivel chair to glare at him. He seemed unfazed by this.

"Don't tell me whether I'm sorry or not, then walk away, Rory." He purposely said her old name to infuriate her. She seemed pained by the name. Maybe he could help her come back to her home.

"You're not though. Nobody is ever sorry, they're only sympathetic and if I wanted sympathy I would have stayed. And the name is Lee now." She explained through gritted teeth.

"Well, Rory. I am sorry, 'cause obviously you're still mourning."

"You're not sorry because he was no good for me, right? You hated him. You hated who he made me become. You hated that I chose him over you. You're not sorry, you didn't like him from the get go." She continued this time with tears freely flowing down her fragile face in cascades of pain, loss and honesty. One thing was clear to Tristan, she wasn't talking to him, but to someone else.

"I don't even know the guy, Lee." He paused right before he said her name. He couldn't handle another temper tantrum. He grabbed her shoulders and tried to shake her out of her reverie. He ignored the fact that she needed to say this, albeit with someone else. He just wanted to stop her before she makes herself sick.

"I don't even know the guy." He repeated in a much more frantic voice. She wouldn't stop crying and her daughter seemed to pick up on her distress and began to cry as well. He didn't know what to do. He had no idea how to deal with crying women, let alone babies. He cynically thought that Lee chose the wrong guy to pass off as the father.

Thirty minutes later and Lee was sleeping face down on the twin bed in the study and the baby had cried herself back to sleep. Tristan sat down in the swivel chair and yawned. Dealing with women was more tiring than fighting a useless war. He needed a break.

He turned around to the computer and tapped on the mouse pad to make the screen saver go away. He was just going to check his email, maybe write one to Paris or someone else to let them know that he found Rory on accident and that she was physically okay but mentally distressed. He knew it would be a huge invasion of her space, but the Rory he knew didn't run from anything, except him but that was only when he was being an asshole.

What he saw on the screen was words in a story. He wanted to just press save and exit out of the program. But his curiosity peaked and he couldn't help but unleash the power of Pandora's box. He scrolled up a few pages and started from the beginning. He laughed silently at the names she chose and the prank the Sticks were talking about. Then he got to the accident and felt uneasy about continuing. He realized that even though the names in the story were fiction the event was the truth. If he continued he would be reading her soul and her pain. He knew he shouldn't, it was as simple as that. But Tristan never followed the rules beforeso hekept going. She hadn't finished the sentence but he could guess what it said.

He left the sentence unfinished and wrote underneath the line. He couldn't stay here.

Rory- I know you go by Lee now but I don't care. I cannot fully understand your pain but I have seen several people I knew and loved die in front of my eyes. Since this is your pain, I'll leave you to it. You secret is safe with me. Know that I do not want to keep it, I feel that your family can help you get over your Rupert. But again, since this is your pain I will respect that. Thank you for allowing me to be apart of it, and you should expect more visits from your husband.

Rory, one last piece of advice: go back. You must have some idea of the pain you are causing them. Think of the pain Rupert's death has caused you, do you want your mother and grandparents to feel that pain too?

Your, Blake.

Tristan walked out of the house, checking on the baby to make sure all was right, and kissing his Mary on his way out. He walked down the street and tipped his head to those who looked on. He made his way over to the Beatrys and told them the bad news about their son. He explained to them the situation about he and Lee and asked if maybe they could look after her from afar. They nodded their head.

The Beatrys were not broken up over their son since they had already received word of his death weeks before. They also knew Tristan since his brief stay at their house the summer after Military School. He and Evan had been roommates that year and quickly became best friends. They even enlisted together. In so many ways Tristan knew the pain that Lee was feeling. He hoped that she would take his advice. If he had a family worth going to for help he would, but he doesn't.

When Lee woke up she had a splitting headache, sore eyes, and a dry throat. She got up and cleaned up a little before returning to her story. She stared at the note Tristan left her and almost started to cry again. She couldn't believe he had the audacity to say those things to her. She deleted it quickly and fought for control over the story. She wanted to fictionalize it more. But how could she if all she thought about was the accident that changed her life?

But the two lovers had no idea what was in store for them. Alexia finally lost the battle and closed her eyes for good. Rupert looked on broken and gave up as well. Alli woke up and saw the young lovers looking dead and fainted again. The paramedics arrived and situated Alli first, since he was the least hurt. Then they went about separating the lovers. If only that act didn't kill one of them. If only the paramedics realized they needed to be together forever. They could not live without one another. Unfortunately the EMT's had to separate them. It was the end of the lady and the tramp.

Lee stopped writing. She had to plan things out now. She could kill Alexia off, or just Rupert, or both of them. She liked the idea of killing the character who was meant to be her. She changed her mind though, it would be too much like killing herself. And as easy as that would be, she couldn't take the easy way out and leave her daughter an orphan. No, Lee wasn't a quitter, a runner sure, but not a quitter.

She saved the document and turned off her computer. It was time to eat something. Hopefully she wouldn't accidentally kill herself with her cooking. She laughed at the irony of it all. And then found herself considering what Tristan wrote more seriously. She grabbed the dictionary off the bookshelf and looked at the pictures that were stashed in their for safe keeping. They were pictures of Logan and her smiling and acting like they had no cares in the world, like they were living life for themselves. Oh, how wrong they were. They were living for each other. They were living for their parents, grandparents, siblings, and friends. She wondered if at that point they were living for their unborn baby too.

Suddenly Lee was overrun with emotions and hastily shoved the pictures back into the book before throwing the dictionary into the fireplace. She couldn't do this. She couldn't live in the future and hold onto the past at the same time. She needed to be free from it. So she lit a match and set fire to the book.

It was only seconds before the flame ate the whole book when Lee realized what she did. She reached into the fire and grabbed the book with her bare hands. The fire turned on her but she stopped at nothing until the book was safe. The book her father had bought her when she was sixteen. The book that helped her score high on the SAT's. The book that her mother mocked for years. And the book that held the only pictures she had of Logan. The pictures she someday wanted to show to Baby L.

States over in the college city New Haven Logan woke up. He rolled out of bed taking the sheets with him, which revealed a naked blonde woman. He couldn't remember her name. He didn't care. He'd never love her, he'd never even like her. She was just something to pass the time, to hide the pain and mask the heartache.

Apparently, as he discovered one night in a bar, his tragic story of losing the woman he loved made for a good pick up line. Women from all across the bar would cozy up against him and seek refuge in his bed. He only slept with them because he missed Rory. Of course he knew that no matter how many women he slept with couldn't bring her back. He didn't even think it would. But every night he woke up alone he was reminded of Rory's death. It was ironic that waking up with someone else in the bed made him miss her more.

Finn and Colin had tried to make him feel better. Told him to get drunk, to sleep around, to gamble, to risk his life and so on. But nothing felt right. He just wanted to hold her, to be with her, to love her again. Life without her seemed so worthless. He couldn't put it in words.

A knock interrupted him in the shower. He got out and wrapped the towel around his body. Soap suds slid down his naked chest. He answered the door, he took a sharp intake of breath when he saw the one woman who made him afraid. He saw the closest person to Rory in blood and resemblance at his apartment door. He felt guilty for moving on, for having a naked woman in his bed.

"Lorelai." He breathed. He looked down, it hurt too much to stare into the eyes that were identical to his Rory.

"Look at me, you insolent fool!" Lorelai whispered in disgust. She hated him, no doubt about that in his mind.

"Sorry, you just look so much like her." He looked up and apologized in an unsure tone that was so unfamiliar to him.

"What did you do to her?" She asked, not forgiving the man that made her daughter run away.

"What? This is my fault now?" He asked. Lorelai was being irrational if she was blaming him for the accident. Sometimes he blamed himself too.

"You never asked if she was okay." Lorelai continued to blame him.

"But I knew. My dad told me." He explained. The blonde walked out of his room and kissed him on the check and ran her hands up and down his chest before leaving. She gave him a follow me look which he ignored. He just stared at Lorelai and her face which remained emotionless throughout the whole flirting thing. When the door closed he noticed Lorelai's face drop.

"You still live here."

He nodded. "Couldn't bear to leave." He cried tearlessly.

"You didn't pick the roses up." She started crying too. She was referring to the dead petals of the red roses scattered around the apartment.

"I couldn't pick them up." He cried again. For a moment he thought that he and Lorelai had reached a stalemate. But she wasn't out of ammo. She wasn't done attacking.

"What did you do? What happened? What happened to make her go?" She frantically asked, blaming him for the disappearance of her daughter some thirteen months ago.

"What are you talking about, Lorelai? She died in the accident." He explained suddenly feeling up to the challenge to take on a still grieving mother.

"What? No she didn't." It was Lorelai's turn to be confused.

"What? What are you talking about? She bled to death." He was stunned but held his ground. He couldn't be hopeful that Rory was okay.

"No, she didn't. Don't you think I'd know if my daughter died?" She reiterated. He nodded his head skeptically. She could be in denial. His dad had said that the Gilmores were still in denial about Rory's death.

"She ran away the day after the accident. She called me just yesterday. She isn't dead." Lorelai suddenly felt pity for the boy. All this time he had been thinking she was dead. Although it was probably better then the alternative, not knowing for sure.

"But my dad…" He started. "My Father." He spat out the title now realizing that this was all engineered by his devious father.

"I hate him." He growled. He looked at Lorelai who had caught on quickly to his accusations. What were the chances that Mitchum Huntzberger knew where Rory was?

They were indeed correct by that statement. Mitchum was on his way to the little town in Arkansas where he would pay off one Lee Waters for her daughter, that remained nameless.