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Wow. Thanks for the reviews. I'm glad you are all enjoying my story. Now i'm not going to make it easy for you by telling you the Rory pairing. Let's just say it's Alexia/Rupert.

Alexia had sat in the corridor of the hospital awaiting news of her lover. Blood was seeping through her clothes, the new ones the hospital had given her. The doctors had seriously advised that she stay in the hospital for a few weeks. But Alexia was driven by one emotion, worry. So she screamed at the doctors and nurses after she woke up from her surgery, to let her check out. She signed waver after waver until she was free.

"Please come back, if not for you then for your baby." A nurse had told her. Alexia felt her dizzy. The news was unexpected and troubling but she pushed it aside. She'd have plenty of time to worry with Rupert over that.

So there in the hallway, slumped up against the wall her stitches broke open and started to ooze red blood. She heard familiar footsteps. She had interned for the man for a few weeks and had grown accustomed to those determined fast paced footsteps that had crushed her dreams. She looked up at Rupert's father and grabbed his leg. He turned to her, he looked her up and down with a scowl on his face. He had hoped she would have died. He never thought she was good enough for Rupert.

"He's dead." The man coldly told her before yanking his foot away from her and continuing with his walk. Alexia was too stunned to cry. She just wanted to go home. She went to a pay phone and asked around for some change to make a few phone calls. Nobody would give it to her. She saw Alli come out of a trauma room holding his cell phone.

"Can I, Can I use it?" Alexia had whimpered out like a dog begging for a bone. Alli nodded and handed her the phone. He was just glad she was okay.

Alexia dialed her estranged mother and got the message machine, there was no point in leaving a message. She called her mother's cell phone and was directed to the voice mail. She hung up. She was running out of numbers she knew by heart. She called her best friend, no answer. She finally racked her brain for a few other numbers and then after remembering it called her mother's best friend Sookie.

Lee didn't change Sookie's name to something else. It was a strange name to begin with and would fit in perfectly well with the others. Also, she doubted if anyone would read it from her home town if it was published.

"Hello." Sookie answered in a hushed voice. She was slightly pissed that someone had the nerve to call her that early when she had two babies at home.

"Sookie, it's me Alexia. I um. I umm. I was in a car accident. Rupert's dead. I need someone to pick me up." Alexia cried a little. She was also feeling light headed and short of breath.

"Where are you?" Sookie asked and Alexia told her the hospital she was at before she plopped into the chair next to Alli and handed him his cell phone back. Minutes later Alli's parents came and he left the hospital.

An hour later Alexia's mother came in. Alexia was surprised it was her mother since she couldn't get a hold of her. But she was grateful. She really needed her mom right then.

"So where do you want to go?" Her mother asked after she had made sure Alexia was okay.

"Home." Sandy looked at her daughter. She didn't know where home was.

"It's on Acorn Street. I'll show you." Her voice was emotionless. She was tired and the pain killers were finally working.

On the drive to Alexia's apartment her mother had tried to convince her to go back to the hospital. But her daughter was as stubborn as she was. Plus Sandy didn't really feel like it was her place anymore. She had abandoned her daughter, or rather let her daughter abandon her.

Alexia walked stoically into the apartment she shared with Rupert and she took a sharp intake of breath. She stopped in her tracks, and her eyes rained tears down her already tear stained face. Soft music played in the background which she recognized as Beethoven's Fur Elise. There was an expensive bottle of champagne sitting in a bucket of water. But the real breath stealer was the roses placed around the room spelling out 'Will you marry me?'. Alexia collapsed. She would have fallen to the floor had Sandy not been there to catch her.

"Do you want me to go?" Sandy asked her daughter, thinking that this would be something her daughter would want some time alone for.

"Stay." Alexia whispered to her mother. She needed her more than anything at that moment in time.

In the morning though, Alexia wouldn't wake in her mother's arms. Her head would be resting on the glass window of a bus heading out of town, to another town until finally Alexia stopped running and dealt with the painful truth that Rupert was dead.

Lee closed her eyes for a second. A single tear slipped down her face and fell upon her lips. She didn't bother to wipe it away. She opened her eyes again and looked down at her hands. They were burned. The doctor said it was a minor burn and there would be minimal scarring. He had advised her to not use them too much. Lee never followed the doctors advise. She hadn't stayed in the hospital for weeks like they asked. She hadn't scheduled a cesarean section to avoid tearing from her previous injuries. So why would she listen to the good doctors and not type or cook, of use her hands for anything that wasn't necessary?

The doorbell rang and she got up to answer it. She hated this. Ever since Blake's visit and her burning accident Mrs. Perry had been coming over nonstop. She wished the old lady would get a life and stop trying to snoop into her life. Mrs. Perry was like the neighbor in Bewitched who kept spying on Samantha and Daren. If only Lee could fly on broomsticks and magically clean the house… But in this particular moment telling the future would have been the best magical power.

She opened the door and saw Mitchum Huntzberger standing there with a newspaper and a suitcase. She slammed the door on him. She didn't want to see him. Logan was dead and he had been the one to break her heart by telling her the news. If Mitchum was here he knew her secrets and probably wanted her daughter.

He knocked on the door again. She walked away into the kitchen. He pounded on the door. She turned on the television. He tried the doorknob, it was unlocked. He let himself into her house and slammed the door. Lee jumped and walked out of the kitchen.

"Get out." She told him. He smirked at her. He glanced down at her hands and noticed they were partially covered up. He wondered what happened.

"I'm here on business Lee." He taunted her saying her name like it was synonymous with the plague. She squinted her eyes at him, not liking this one bit.

"I want to give you a deed to a paper, plus a hundred thousand dollars. It's not too shabby of a deal."

"In return for what?" She played along, not even considering his offer.

"Your baby." Her eyes popped open. Sure she thought that he was hear because of her baby but she didn't actually expect the bastard to try and take her baby.

"You are a sick man. There is no way in hell I am going to give you my baby." She wanted to add, she's all I have left of Logan. But didn't. He could use that line too.

"I'll tell everyone you're secret. You're whereabouts, your fake name, and so on." He threatened. It was pathetic if you asked Lee.

"Fine do it. I don't care." Lee replied angry that he was trying to buy her daughter, angry that he actually thought she would agree, and furious that part of her wanted to take him up on that offer.

"Now Lee, maybe you should consider this a bit more."

"There is nothing to consider here, Mr. Huntzberger. I am not selling my baby." He sneered at her before marching out of her door. He slammed it shut.

"Guess we'll have to do this the hard way." He muttered to himself before getting into his black SUV. An evil grin appeared on his face. He drove away, back to the airport, back to his happy little life. He had no idea that his son would be waiting for him in the office when he got back.

An hour after Mitchum had left two black sedans drove up to Lee's little house in Waldron. Two men wearing black business suits walked out of the first car, the third followed by closely. They walked into the house without even knocking. Lee had met them in the living room thinking it had been Mitchum again. She was shocked to see it wasn't.

Two of the men nodded and the third one started to walk past Lee. The two stepped up and restrained her. She started struggling, not fully understanding the situation. When the third man came back holding Baby L, she screamed and started to fight for her life.

She broke free of the two men and followed the third onto her front lawn, the two men came up behind her and grabbed again, this time with so much more force then before. She fought so hard to get free to go to her daughter.

"NOOOOOOOO!" She kept screaming over and over again.

"NOOOOOOOO! SOMEONE HELP ME, HE'S TAKING MY BABY!" She cried out in an octave she never knew she could reach. Mrs. Perry was driven out of her house by this and upon seeing the situation of Mrs. Waters restrained by two men an another that was putting her baby in the car. Mrs. Perry grabbed the phone and called 9-1-1 while taking down the license plate of the kidnapper.

"Noooooo!" Lee screamed some more, her voice going hoarse. The care started to drive away. She twisted her body and yanked at her arms. By doing so she tore open the old wounds caused by the car accident thirteen months ago.

"Noooo." She screamed again, but with pure physical pain added in with the angst and desperate plea from a mother losing her child.

The men dropped Lee on the ground and got into the remaining car, not taking notice of the woman across the street holding a phone to her ear. The big executive bad guys didn't realize that in a small town, crime was almost impossible because everybody was nosy and everybody cared for one another. Waldron was one of those towns with only 3500 people. Waldron was one of those towns that you didn't need to yell 'Fire' in order to get saved from an attack. People actually cared in Waldron, Scott County, Arkansas.

Mrs. Perry ran across the street once the men were gone. She took Lee into her lap and tried to tell her that everything was okay. That she had called the cops and had gotten the license plate numbers. She tried to tell her that those men would go down and she's have her baby back in no time.

"Mitchum Huntzberger." Lee had cried out. Mrs. Perry wrote it down not fully knowing what was going on. She looked over the young mother and noticed that she had blood on the front of her shirt. She looked harder and could see it was also on the back of the shirt.

She had heard about that Lee was in a horrible accident over a year ago, that a glass shard had gone through her, ripping up most of her vital organs. She remembered Lee laugh that she would have lost the baby had it gone anywhere near her reproductive organs. Mrs. Perry had asked about that. Lee had told her that when she finally did give birth she had almost died because of the damage in her abdomen. Lee said that all the pushing had torn open old wounds that were never properly healed.

Mrs. Perry knew that that was what had happened just now. All of her fighting had torn open the internal wounds once again. So she called an ambulance too. The police arrived and got all the information Mrs. Perry had. They tried to talk to Lee but it was no use, she wouldn't stop crying. The ambulance arrived and situated Lee onto a stretcher.

Mrs. Perry ran into Lee's house and grabbed Lee's purse. She fished out her wallet. She grabbed her ID and insurance information as well as a picture of her daughter to give to the paramedics and police. She looked down at the ID card and saw Lee smiling. But what struck her as odd was the name. Who was Lorelai Leigh Gilmore?

Tristan DuGrey sat in the bar in Hartford, Connecticut catching up with his old friends, Duncan and Bowman. They used to be clowns and were the reasons he had been sent to military school. But Tristan was a changed person. He didn't resent them, in fact he thanked them. He had loved Military school. It gave him a sense of need and want, that was why he enlisted in the army. Plus the two clowns were now respectable young men in society. Duncan was getting married to a southern belle next month and Bowman was going into graduate school with top honors from Columbia University.

Also in the bar were two goonies just chatting. The two boys were known as Colin and Finn. Finn was drinking and flirting with the waitress while Colin was taking it easy only have a beer to pass the time. He was the designated driver and hated that Finn had convinced him to come all this way to listen to some local band.

Hep Alien had just started playing. They were the only band that night and couldn't believe it. They could just play all night. They had started with some covers then used some of their originals. At this moment though they were taking a break. Lane, the drummer, was walking by the table that help the three accomplished boys. She ordered her beers when she realized who the cute blonde was. She walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hi." He turned around to look at her. He didn't know who she was.

"Do I know you?" He asked. She wasn't his type and he hated to let the ladies down.

"Yes. Well no. You harassed my friend in high school. You called her Mary." Lane told him. He looked at her now understanding.

"Oh yeah. Tristan DuGrey." He offered out his hand and she shook it.

"Lane Kim" She introduced herself. "Well I better get back to the stage." She exited.

Duncan and Bowman looked at Tristan.

"You didn't ask about your Mary?" Bowman asked surprised. In high school all Tristan could talk about was Mary.

"I already know. I saw her a couple days ago. She's doing okay, I guess. Heartbroken though." He told his friends. Lane happened to hear this and started to walk up to him to ask where Rory was.

"Hey what was her name, again?" Duncan asked, trying to put a face with the name.

"Rory. Rory Gilmore." Tristan responded. At another table in the bar, beer spilled out of Colin's mouth. Colin had been so bored that he had been eavesdropping on the conversation at the other table. He had thought Lane looked familiar.

"Wait isn't reporter girl dead?" Finn asked his friend.

"I thought so, maybe she isn't." Colin answered.

"I always thought I saw her in the hospital later that night." Finn went on like this wasn't anything special. "I always thought I was delusional."

"Excuse me sir," Colin had got up and was about to ask the whereabouts of Rory Gilmore. But before Colin could ask the blonde's cell phone rang.

Tristan got up and left the bar so he could hear the conversation.

"Hello." He answered.

"Mr. Waters, I'm afraid I have some terrible news." Tristan tried to sober up some so he could figure out who had called him. He almost told the woman that she had called the wrong number when he remembered Lee. He had given Mrs. Perry this number to call in case of emergencies.

"Mrs. Perry. What's wrong? Did something happen to Ro-Lee, the baby?" He frantically asked. Mrs. Perry explained what had happened and Tristan had called a cab to the airport. He didn't even give his friends a heads up. He just left.

Inside, the band started playing, the former clowns ordered another drink, and the drunk continued drinking while Colin called Logan.

"Errg. Hello." Logan had answered the phone. He was so pissed. His father was on a business trip and he had to wait a few more hours until he could get answers.

"Hey man, I just got word that Rory is alive." Colin told him.

"Yeah, a little late there. My fucking father is the mastermind behind all that." Logan replied.

"Oh. Well where is she?" Colin assumed that if Rory was alive and Logan knew the two would be found in bed together.

"Don't know, she ran away thinking I was dead. Another thing to blame my father for. But I'm betting my shit hole of a father knows where she is."

The door to the office opened and Mitchum came in. He saw his son and looked stunned. Logan hung up his phone. He walked up to his father and punched him in the eye. Mitchum stumbled back a little into the door, which opened further and revealed a baby laying in a crib.

"Product of your affairs?" Logan accused his father.

"More like yours, son." Mitchum replied before he even knew it. He looked on as realization dawned on his son. It was too that to take back what he said.

"Where is she you son of a bitch?" Logan hit his father in the face again. He walked over to his baby and picked her up.

"Tell me. Where. Is. Rory?" Logan said slowly through his gritted teeth.

Mitchum handed his son the file he had on Lee Waters. He could only hope that Lee had run again.