A/N: To clear some things up. Logan and Rory are dating just like when the show ended. Only difference is she is rooming/temporarily living in Tristan's condo out of convenience. Yes, Tristan and Rory were sleeping together but Logan thinks that Tristan and Rory are just friends. All better I hope.

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To Tristan DuGray, few things were better than long legs on his women. Sure boobs, a fine ass, and good hair were always important. And glistening eyes were a good quality in most women. But if a gorgeous pair of legs wasn't a sign that God loved Tristan and wanted him to be happy, Tristan didn't know what was.

"5 am," Tristan muttered as he stumbled out of his cozy bed and to the front window. Peeking around the curtain he spied a shiny limo and an exceptionally loud couple.

Tristan had always been impressed with Rory's legs. They weren't the tannest pair, but they were long and lean. They also did a great job of complementing her ass. Tristan was pretty sure Logan felt the same way because of the way Logan's eyes followed her legs out of the car and up the stairs. Rory giggled at the attention and Tristan could picture the slight blush that graced her face.

"Honey I'm home," Logan shouted after what seemed to Tristan an hour of Rory trying to get the correct key into the door and unlock it.

"Shhhhhhh," Rory slurred as she tossed her purse on the coffee table and attempted to take off her heels. "Tristan sleeping."

"Wouldn't want to wake up sleeping beauty," Logan retorted taking off his blazer. Logan still found Tristan irritating but rooming with Tristan got Rory out of her grandparent's house. Logan was happy to get out away from her grandparent's watchful eye even if it meant she was in the same condo as another guy.

"Oh Logan, I think you're the one who needs the beauty sleep. In fact if you ask me, and they always do. You're looking a little pasty. And your hair just isn't bouncing and behaving," Tristan said leaning over to help Rory free herself from the offending shoe.

"Hee Hee bouncing," Rory murmured while giggling to herself.

Ignoring Tristan, Logan leaned over and kissed Rory's cheek. "Ace, I should get going, if you'll be OK. I'll call you tomorrow about the party."

"Yes, we should be here tomorrow. Unless Rory and I drive up to see Lane's band play, like we do sometimes. After we spend the day together here at my place. We like to spend the weekends together," Tristan eagerly interjected. He had seen Logan's hand brush over Rory's midriff and move up to the skin just above her low cut dress. Tristan was not above encouraging Logan to question how he felt about Rory rooming in the same house as another guy. Especially one whose attributes rivaled Logan's own.

"She's lucky to have such great friends like you and Lane to be with her when she isn't with her boyfriend," Logan responded smiling as he exited.

"I don't think friends would quite cover the scope of our relationships," Tristan mumbled to the darkness as Logan walked out. He would have said it out loud if not for Rory's presence.

"Tristan, can you help me get to the bathroom? I think I'm going to be sick, I think I drank too much," Rory asked trembling slightly and looking a little green.

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Tristan was on the floor, leaned up against the porcelain bathtub with Rory propped up against him. As she leaned forward and scooted back towards the toilet, Tristan held back her hair stroking her back and neck before wiping the sweat from her neck with a cloth.

"Do you remember how much you had at the party Rory or what you had," Tristan gently asked.

He already knew the answer. The fact that she was letting him hold her hair back was an indicator, hell it was a great big neon sign that she let herself drink a lot. If Rory was just slightly tipsy, college student tipsy she never would allow Tristan to hold her hair. He wouldn't even be allowed to come close enough to the bathroom to hear her throw up. Rory thought that puking was gross and embarrassing and didn't want Tristan to have to suffer through her being disgusting.

"I think it was too much," Rory finally answered leaning back once again looking exhausted and helpless.

"Yeah, I think so too," Tristan softly added allowing Rory to rest her head on his shoulder.

Finally gathering some strength Rory picked up her head and announced that, "I'm feeling better. I think I should brush my teeth."

Tristan stood up and pulled Rory to her feet. He handed her a red toothbrush and the toothpaste. While Rory preceded to get cleaned up he grabbed the pink robe off the hanger attached to the door and opened it up so Rory could put her arms through.

Tristan waited patiently as Rory slipped off her dress and walked over. Together they hobbled to his bedroom. Experience with this the last two weeks showed that letting Rory sleep in his master suite was the best way to go. Not only was his bed a California king size bed but it came with a bathroom that was exactly five large steps away from the bed. Tristan learned his lesson after he had found Rory on the floor after she had rolled out of her medium sized guest bed after a night of drinking. Plus the bathroom attached to the guest bedroom was substantially further from the bed.

"Night Rory," Tristan said pulling up the cover and turning on the fan. He headed to the guest room that appeared be on its way to becoming Rory's room. It was full of books and her clothes. All the things that had been at her grandparent's house for the single week that she had spent there but had never made it back to her mother's house were stuffed in this room.

As he headed to turn off the light Tristan heard a small whimper followed by a small, "Tristan."

"What's wrong, Ror?" Tristan asked heading back over.

"Storage bins," Rory responded beginning to break into a full cry.

"Huh," Tristan asked unsure if he had heard her correctly.

"Storage bins. Mine. I miss them. They are in my room at my mom's house and I need them. They were the kinds that hooked together and formed a square. I could fit all my Yale book and papers in them on one side and pictures and frames and stuff in the others. It was perfect and I can't find one like it. Plus you always tell yourself that you only need one set of storage bins to get you through life if you find the right ones," Rory blubbered as she sat up and accepted the tissue Tristan handed her.

"Ror, I'm sure you can go get them. I don't think Lorelai gave them away," Tristan said.

"But that's the thing, I can't. Then I would have to see her and explain why I am not living with grandma and grandpa. And that I'm still dating Logan. And where in the world you came from," Rory answered.

"Tell her the truth. Simply leave out the part about how you left your grandparents house because you were afraid she would come and try to convince you that you were wrong about dropping out of school. Just tell her the part about me being at a dinner party and mentioning my summer dream-condo that was 6 short miles from your grandparent's house. And about me being so damn charming and irresistible," Tristan said trying to calm down Rory enough so she could get to sleep.

"OK," Rory sniffed slumping down in the lush bed.

"Better," Tristan asked replacing his concern with a small smile.

"No I can't remember the shampoo. Bioledge, Biologe, Bio-something or other. I need it and I can't remember what it's called. My mom always sent it to my dorm. I didn't buy it myself," Rory stated getting worked up once again.

"I bet we can go find it," Tristan suggested.

"No I tried and I need it for the trial. It's good luck. Whenever I wash my hair with it something good happens. Like when I found the 50 dollar bill on the ground. Or when I did so well on my Lit final. The professor said it was as good a final as Yung Wing's," Rory continued steadily getting more upset.

"Young who. Is that one of Logan's damn friend? Because I really think anyone that Logan hangs-" Tristan asked, disgusted with the growing hold Logan had on Rory's emotions.

"Yung Wing, the first Chinese student to graduate from Yale University," Rory stated as if it was common knowledge.

"Oh, well they say that the Chinese are more motivated than the rest us," Tristan said getting confused by her ramblings. He offered up the only thing he could think of at five in the morning.

"No, not really compared to my final. He graduated 150 years ago. The professor wasn't even born. He was just using hyperbole to emphasize how impressed he was with my final.

"How the hell do you know who he is," Tristan asked.

"There is a statue. It's bronze and shiny," Rory said settling into bed slowly falling asleep.

"Goodnight Mar. Sleep tight," Tristan whispered as leaning down to wipe her hair away from her eyes. Tristan knew Rory well enough to see that she wasn't upset about storage bins or even Yung Wings. She was lost, sad, and most of all she missed her mother.

"Logan that ass," Tristan thought to himself.

Finally turning off the light Tristan headed to the guest room. Jesus, Rory had to be the only person on earth who used the word hyperbole and made reference to 150 year old Chinese guys when she was drunk. Yes, Rory Gilmore was a keeper.

With that Tristan began to wonder when he had become so damn patient.

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A/N: I can't say enough about all the kind words in your reviews. Thanks for the encouragement. Hope this chapter cleared up any confusion. For the record the first scene in this chapter was meant to be similar to the one Lorelai witnessed after the party where Rory got drunk with Logan after breaking up with Dean and they pulled up in the limo. I want the story to stay realistic and close to the show. Especially the new rebellious Rory. I'm thinking of upping the rating for the next chapter. If you're dead set against a little more of a sexually charged chapter let me know. Thanks again!