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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Broken Glass and a request:
A month had passed and Rory was starting to show more. She was not completely obvious but if you looked you could tell. She hadn't seen Tristan again and purposely avoided him. Rory took every other day off so she wasn't too stressed. She was at her house when she was reaching for a glass high up.
'Uhh! Come on cup!' she said reaching as high as she could. She finally managed to move the glass accidentally knocking it down and it breaking on the floor. She bent down to pick up the bg piece but accidentally scraped her hand along a cut edge and made a long cut on the inside of her hand.
'Shit!' Rory said breathing through her teeth as she took a washing rag and tied it around her hand, and answered the door when someone knocked. She was holding the soiled and bloody towel in her hand still.
'Hey Jess.' She said.
'Oh jeez! What the hell happened?' he asked unwrapping her hand to see the blood start to gush again.
'Broken glass.' She said wincing as he looked.
'Come on, let's go to the hospital.' He said bringing her to his car.
'I don't think it's that bad.' Rory said as he was right outside the hospital. They walked into the Emergency entrance.
'I know, you just don't want it to get infected. You know get it nicely cleaned out.' He said as they made their way up.
'Excuse I have a big gash in my hand and it wont stop bleeding. She told the lady at the desk. They lady looked and then cringed.
'Okay, umm, just a minute.' She said. She got up and returned with a few new clothes. One was wet.
'The doctor will look at you soon. Wipe the cut a little and then apply pressure.' She said handing her the cloths. Rory did as told. Rory was called and she went in. The doctor came in.
'A cut, okay lets see. Rory?' she asked surprised.
'Paris!'
'Hey. Hey Jess.' Paris said unwrapping Rory's hand.
'Oh yea, why were you at my house?' Rory asked wincing once again.
'I was dropping that book at your house. You wanted to read it so…'
'Oh yea. Thanks. So, Dr. Gellar how does it look?' Rory asked.
'You shut up. It's not deep just really long. It should be okay. You don't need stitches.' Paris said. It stopped bleeding and Paris was wrapping a bandage around Rory's hand.
'Done.' Paris said.
'Thanks.'
'Sure.' The two left as Paris gave jess a quick kiss and went to another patient.
'I'm gonna go to the bathroom.' Jess said.
'Okay, I'll wait for you in the waiting room.'
'Okay.' Rory walked to the room and sat down. She picked up a magazine and started to read it.
'What are you doing here?' a voice asked. Rory snapped her head up.
'Tristan.' She said surprised.
'What not gonna run away from me?'
'No, I'm waiting for Jess. He brought me here. He's in the bathroom.'
'What happened?' he asked. Rory suddenly remembered why didn't want to see Tristan and looked down. She was thankful when she saw she was wearing a baggy T-shirt that didn't form to her body..
'I broke a cup and I accidentally cut my hand on the glass. Long cut but it wasn't deep.'
'That's good. I have a question. Why didn't you tell me you were in rehab?'
'I didn't tell anyone. My mom told people. The only people who I told was my mom, And Paris.'
'Oh, then why do you keep ignoring me?'
'It's complicated.'
'How?' he asked. Rory suddenly realized he was probably here for work. He was dressed nicely in a suit.
'Ready? Oh, Sorry.' Jess said realizing Rory was talking to Tristan.
'Yea, what why are you working on a Saturday?' Rory asked before she left.
'Emergency. There only allowed one of those a year.' He said.
'Oh, okay well bye.' Rory said before walking away wit Jess. When they were safely in the car, Jess turned to her.
'You didn't tell him did you?'
'Nope.' She said and looked down. He nodded and dropped her off at her house. Rory put on gloves and cleaned up the rest of the glass. When she was done and done eating dinner she looked at the clock. 8:36. Rory picked up the phone.
'Hello?' the voice asked.
'Hi…it's me.' Rory said.
'Rory—is everything okay?' the voice asked suddenly concerned.
'No, yea, I just wanted to meet you tomorrow for coffee or something.'
'Why?'
'Tristan, there's something I need to tell you.'
'Promise you wont run away?'
'Promise. Meet me at Starbuck's tomorrow at 9:30.'
'Okay, see you then.'
'Yup.' Rory hung up. She took a deep breath and went to sleep.
DREAM
'Tristan…I'm pregnant.'
'Oh. Whose baby? I bet it's Deans huh!' Tristan said laughing.
'No, it's yours!'
'I bet it's not! I mean as you sleep around like you do!'
'Tristan PLEASE BELIEVE ME! You know I'm sorry about cheating on you, but we really didn't even do ANYTHING!'
'prove it!'
'Prove what?'
'That I'm the father.' Rory got a test done. Somehow it was possible to do it before the baby was born.
'See you're…not the father.'
'Ha! Told ya!'
'This can't be happening!' Rory said hitting her head which was making a constant beeping sound. She woke up hitting her head.
END DREAM
'Oww.' Rory said rubbing her head. She looked the clock.
'8:45. Hopefully today goes a lot better than my dream.' Rory said before getting into the shower.