TITLE: No Longer

PAIRING: L/L, L/D, R?

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, just this story and the made up stuff about this show…such as Tristan Dugrey this late in the show or them getting married.

SUMMARY: Tristan divorces Rory, but fate disagrees.

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Seeing Lane and a divorced man:

'Hey Mom.' Rory said walking into Luke's the next morning.

'Hey Honey. Are you feeling better? Friday you looked really pale.'

'Yea, thanks. Sorry I didn't say hello or goodbye.'

'Oh it's okay. I came late and left early. Aaron wasn't feeling well, so it's all good.' Rory nodded and took a sip from her mom's coffee.

'Hey! That's mine!' Lorelai cried.

'Too bad.' Rory smirked. She gave the cup back to her mom and went to find Luke.

'Oh Luke! Where art thou coffee provider?' He came out from the back grumbling.

'Here.' he said giving her a cup.

'You didn't even put up a fuss!' Rory celebrated and danced back to Lorelai.

'Well, isn't someone happy?' Lorelai commented. Rory just shrugged and kept smiling.

'So what did you do last night?' Lorelai asked. Had sex with my ex-husband…yea, better not include that part.

'Oh, umm Lane took me to Blondie's Cove for my birthday!'

'Oh, that's right. Now that you mention it, I do remember seeing that Korean friend of yours around Stars Hollow! So how's she?'

'She's fine, oh and you told me Tristan wasn't gonna be at Grandma's!'

'I know.' Lorelai said sighing.

'You knew!'

'Guilty, but I mean I knew you wouldn't have come if you'd known!'

'Why wouldn't I have come?' Rory asked confused.

'I don't know.'

'Mom, we still talk! Even though we aren't together anymore, we still have actual conversations!' Rory debated.

'Oh yea, then when was the last time you saw him besides the party?'

'Last night.'

'What?'

'Lane brought me because she wanted me to have fun, and Tristan was there with his friend. We met up and got a few drinks.' Okay, so it's a little altered—but I'm 26! She doesn't have to know the details!

'You can't just have a couple of drinks with him.'

'Why not? Just because you and dad didn't, I can't? Well I'm sorry, but I didn't come here to fight! I came here because I thought you might wanna spend some time with me since I'm always really busy!'

'Here.'

'What's this?' Rory asked as Lorelai got up and left the diner leaving Rory with a wrapped gift. She sighed and opened it.

'Chicken Dance Elmo. What am I, two?' she asked herself.

'I got you a present also since I refused to give that too you.' Luke said walking by,

'You did? You didn't have too. It's okay, I'm fine with having a two year old toy.' Rory said sarcastically.

'I knew it was a bad idea. Your other present is in the mail.'

'Thanks Luke, but is should go.'

'All right, see ya kiddo.'

'Bye, and say hi to Aaron for me, okay?'

'Sure.' Luke said as Rory left the dinner. Rory drove back to her house and went inside. She pressed play and listened to her messages.

"Hey Rory, it's me…Paris. I didn't mean to make you mad at Liza. I just thought that you were somewhat friends with her so, whatever. Look maybe if you're free next weekend or something we could go see a movie or something. Ya know, catch up so lemme know. Bye."

"Hey Rory, Lane here, ummm about last night, you did tell me you were protected but, are you sure he doesn't have any STD's? Call me and we'll get together. Bye."

'Only Lane would ask about that.' Rory laughed to herself. She walked over to her mail pile, that she had to open and found some old bills that needed to be paid. She decided to get them out of the way and she sat down and got rid of them. She thought about whom hadn't given her some kind of birthday notice, like a call or even a present but she couldn't think of anyone. Her mind finally settled and her dad popped into her head. He hadn't called until the next Friday when she was getting out of her car and heading into her building to work.

Phone

R-Hello?

C-I am SO sorry! Happy Belated Birthday sweetie!

R-Dad, my birthday was a week ago.

C- I know I saw Friday's paper this morning just sitting on my table and it said last week was your birthday and I just felt terrible!

R-Yea, that's the highlight of my job…everything I do or anything about me is published. Watch the news later and I'm sure they'll have some rumor about me…"Seen shoplifting", "Seen with a mystery man"…

C-Rory, I really am sorry!

R- Dad, I know but I'm your oldest daughter and I would hope that you wouldn't forget my birthday! Wait, you said you saw it in the paper…how is that possible?

C-Okay, so your mother called and asked what I got you.

R-And the truth is revealed.

C-Ror—

R-Sorry, but I have to get to work. Call me some other time.

End

Time went quickly. She spent a lot of time with her friends and was constantly signing papers for people and photos for others. In addition, she had just finished one of her most important articles of her career. All of the money kept piling in and she was on the news more than ever. People named her as, "Richest Female", "Most Famous Writer", "Most Wealthy Writer", and one that Rory loved, "Goddess like writer". Of course she was definitely not the wealthiest female, but maybe in Hartford she was.

Soon it was late April, a month and a half since her birthday. Right before her divorce, she had been a lead role in a movie made. No one thought it would do well but as Rory was looking at magazines at the drug store while waiting in line, she saw her picture in several of them promoting her movie. The movie name was everywhere.

'Excuse me?' she asked a lady who was also waiting.

'Has umm, have people known about "Summer Boys" for awhile?'

'Yea, I can't wait till it comes out. Hey, were you in it?' the lady asked looking at Rory more carefully now.

'Uhh, no.' Rory said quickly getting out of line and leaving the store. She drove home and saw a card in the mail. She opened it:

Dear Ms. Gilmore,

It would be our honor if you would

Except this invite to the Movie Premiere

Of Summer Boys. This splendid evening

Will take place Sunday, May First

Two Thousand Eleven. We look forward to

Seeing you there.

New York's Boutique.

New York's Boutique? Does that mean from there or that's where the reception will be held? She looked at the date…April 28th. The reception was in 4 days. Must be to ensure security. She had 27 cell phone messages from various magazines asking her for an interview. She called several of them back telling them that she was only doing interviews on Friday and Saturday. Most agreed and they made a time and place. That night Rory, Lane, Paris, and Lorelai went shopping for Rory's outfits. They got four casual nice outfits and two gorgeous overly priced dressed for the premiere. They all wanted to come with her, but she told them no. By the last interview o Saturday, Rory was jumping up and down excitedly. She went back to her suite at the hotel they reserved for her. She was in the hallway right outside her room when she bumped into someone.

'Oh Sorry.' Rory said looking a 6 ft, brown hair, and hazel eye man.

'Nah, it's okay.' I'm Leo.' He said sticking his hand out.

'Rory.' She said smiling and shaking his hand.

'Rory Gilmore?'

'Yea, how'd—'

'Your in Summer Boys.'

'Ahh, I get it now.' She said laughing.

'So isn't the premiere this weekend?'

'Uh yea, it is.'

'Yea my sister was a small role in the movie and she was invited.'

'Oh who's your sister?'

'Rachel Meyers?'

'Oh yea, she's a sweet girl.'

'Yea. She's only eight so my parent are making me accompany her.'

'Well, you must be quite the big brother.'

'So I've been told.' They laughed.

'Look Leo, it was nice to meet you but I wanted to get some things—'

'Oh, don't lemme keep you, go ahead. See you tomorrow.'

'Yup, bye!' Rory waved opening her door and going in. Sunday finally arrived and room service came to her door. She opened her wallet to tip the man but when she did a picture of her and Tristan fell out. It was a happy picture. One that was most likely taken shortly after they got married. She gave the man $3 and shut the door to think about Tristan. She hadn't seen him since they were at the club, but he had called about a week ago. She didn't or rather forgot to return his call.

She was still deep in thought when a stylist and make-up artist came to fix her up. Finally by 7:30 she was done and she observed herself once more. Her make-up was light and neutral and it went nicely with her elegant yet childish bun hairdo. Strands of hair hung out of the bun and lined her face. Her dress matched flower pendant and earrings. She realized Tristan had given those to her too. The dress had one thick strap and one spaghetti strap. It was tight fitting in the chest area but became loose and free flowing down to just above her knee. Her white flip-flops also went nicely with it giving her that innocent glow. She went down to the main lobby almost not touching the ground with her newly painted white toenails. She found that they had sent a limo, which she shared with Leo and his sister. They were already there.

'Hey Leo, Rachel I like your dress!'

'Thanks, yours is pretty too! You look like an angel!' Rory smiled and they rode for 40 minutes finally arriving at their final destination. She got out and immediately was greeted with bright lights, microphones, and flashes of cameras. Rory just smiled and waved and made it through the mob to safety from cameras.

Her stomach turned and Rory prayed that she wouldn't throw up. Her stomach had been finicky all week, and she was hoping for the night that it would just quit it, but it didn't look that way. She said hello to quite a few celebrities and then headed to the bar for a coke. Maybe it would settle her stomach. An older man saw her.

'Lorelai Gilmore!' the mans voice boomed.

'Mr. Taviz, how are you?' she greeted the director of the movie.

'Quite well my dear. How are you feeling? I heard about the divorce.'

'Divorce?' a woman nearby repeated.

'Yes. Now, yea I'm fine. We talk occasionally.'

'No kids right? No one you have to share?'

'NO thank god. I wouldn't want to do that to them or he/she.' The night progressed slowly and thousands of autographs and 11 cokes later she returned to her suite. She allowed herself to puke. She felt the contents of her entire body come up, not being surprised if there was literally nothing left when she was done. She finally went to bed still feeling a little bit nauseas.

She woke up around 10 the next morning and gave a hug to Leo before arriving in Hartford around one. She skipped work and went to Stars Hollow. She walked into the diner, which was silent as soon as she came in. She walked up to the counter looking suspiciously at the staring eyes.

'Hey Rory.'

'Oh jeez! Hey Luke, ya scared me for a sec!'

'Oh, sorry about that.'

'Nah, I'm fine. Where's Aaron? Still in school?'

'Daycare. Lorelai normally gets him around 2:30.'

'Cool. Can I pwease have a cup of coffee?' he grunted before leaving a cup of it in front of her.

'Here.'

'Thanks, and Luke…why is everyone staring at me?'

'Look.' He said handing her a newspaper. It was that day's New York Times and the headline was, "An Angel Is Rising!" and underneath was a picture of her smiling.

'You're famous, and around here, I think you know we don't normally see people like you.'

'Oh boy. Hey Luke if anyone asks for my autograph…kill them.'

'Covered.' He said smiling. She smiled back and out her head down. You'd think after throwing up all of ones food for a month it would go away.

'Hey Rory, you okay?' she shook her head.

'What's wrong?' he asked concerned.

'Last night I puked my guts out after being nauseas all week and I'm still fucking nauseas!' she said not caring who heard.

'Maybe you should see a doctor?'

'Rory!' Aaron said running through the door.

'Hey lil' bro!' she said giving him a hug.

'Have I really been her for over an hour?' Rory asked turning to Luke.

'No, he's back early.' Luke told her comforting her.

'Thank god.'

'No thank gods until I get coffee!' Lorelai announced coming through the door and plopping herself onto one of the stools.

'Hey mom.'

'Hey pumpkin, how'd it go?' she asked pulling Aaron onto her lap.

'Fine, I met lotsa famous people!'

'You don't look to Peachy, Rory.' Lorelai said putting her hand on her daughter's forehead.

'Severely nauseas.'

'My famous daughter is severely nauseas!'

'Yup.'

'This cannot be happening!'

'Sorry.'

'Just tell me, was Brad Pitt there?'

'Lorelai—' Luke warned.

'No, he wasn't.' Rory said standing up.

'Where are you going?'

'Home, I need to unpack.'

'Fine, but you still owe me mucho details!" Lorelai called after her. Rory went home and fell onto a chair. She was exhausted and then thought of the brilliant idea that if she exercised she wouldn't be tired anymore so she did jumping jacks. She started to get really light headed and soon everything was spinning so she walked slowly to the couch and fell onto to it the rest of the way passing out. About a minute later she opened her eyes and found Lane sitting next to her rubbing her back.

'Oh god, Rory! Are you okay?' Lane asked worried.

'Yea, what happened?'

'Well right after you left your mom asked me to talk to you, and right when I came In you passed out onto the couch.'

'God. Hey Lane, will you drive me to the hospital?'

'Sure.' She helped Rory get up and out to her car. Lane drove to the hospital in silence. After about twenty minutes of waiting in the waiting room, the doctor finally came out making Lane jump out of her seat.

'How is she?' Lane prayed.

'She's fine; she's in stable condition. Don't worry, nothing fatal. If you would like I can bring you to her room.' Lane followed the doctor to Rory's room and found her staring into space out the window.

'Hey Rory.' Lane said. Rory shot her head around and then relaxed when she saw it was Lane. Lane saw the tears in her eyes.

'Hey.' Rory responded quietly.

'So, what'd the doctor say?' she asked sitting next to Rory.

'I'm pregnant.'

'What?' she asked shocked.

'I'M GODDAMN FUCKING PREGNANT!' Rory screamed tears coming down her cheeks continuously.

'I heard you! Sheesh, but how?' Lane asked trying to comfort her.

'I had sex on my birthday Lane…and the day after.'

'But you said you were protected!'

'On Saturday, yes, but Friday…no.' Rory said wiping away her tears letting fresh ones re wet her cheeks. Lane pulled her into her arms.

'Oh.' Lane said understanding now.

'This is even worse than getting a divorce after your pregnant!

'You're sure it's Tristan's?'

'Yes Lane, I'm sure! Please, don't tell ANYONE.'

'I won't.' Lane said holding a shivering Rory in her arms.

'I won't…not unless you want me too.'

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