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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The Weirdness of it all:

'Wha—what?' Tristan asked standing up and demanding answers.

'The baby is fine. She will be alright even though she was born premature.'

'Is she gonna live a normal life any everything?' he asked.

'Nothing that happened tonight would make her live an abnormal life.' The doctor said comforting Tristan.

'And Rory, how—how's she?'

'She's stable, but there hasn't been any change yet.'

'Is—is there a chance she, she wont make it?' he had to ask.

'There always is in cases like these, but she is stable now and we're keeping a close watch on her.'

'Please, please don't let anything happen to her!'

'Mr. Dugrey—'

'Tristan.' He corrected. She nodded.

'Tristan, I assure you that this is an excellent hospital and we are going to do anything and everything we can.'

'Money isn't a problem…at all.'

'I know, and I personally am making sure she gets the best treatment available and if it's not here then somewhere else.' This made Tristan feel a lot better.

'Can I see her?' he asked. His voice was weak and small.

'Her mother is in with her now, but you may go.' Tristan nodded solemnly.

'Come, I'll take you there.' He walked behind her preparing himself for the scene that would be in front of him shortly. The doctor came to a stop and opened a door.

'She has a private room so we can watch her better.'

'Thank you.' Tristan walked into the door and his heart sunk in his chest when he saw her lying there motionless. He saw Lorelai sitting next to her bed crying. He tapped her on the shoulder. She stood up and gave him a weak hug before leaving him alone with Rory. He pulled a chair over to the bed and sat down looking at her mare than usual pale face. The beeping of machines blocked out by his head. He stroked her face.

'I don't know if you can hear me or not, but I just wanted to tell you that I love you so much and I know you can get past this accident and continue on with your everyday life.' He was swallowing back tears but it wasn't helping. The tears started to fall.

'I'm sorry about that stupid fight we had today also. I don't know how this happened either and I swear to god that if I caused this, I will make it up to you for the rest of my life. I love you so much and I wont be able to live without you here!'

'The baby is fine, they did a c-section, and she's fine. I haven't seen her yet but if she's anything like you she'll be beautiful. I'm not sure if you fully forgive me, but forgive you all the way…even if you broke the confidentiality law by reading one of my cases.' He smiled weakly.

'If you can hear me can you make some kinda movement or something?' he waited a little before he realized the beeping became quicker and louder. He looked to where it was coming from and noticed that heart beat lines were getting less and less bumpy and more and more straight. He quickly ran out to get a doctor the last thing he remembered were doctors swarming around her bed shutting him out.

He was now dreaming of the two of them about five years from now with a five-year-old daughter. They were married and very happy until he felt an earthquake and was woken up by someone shaking him. He eyes slowly adjusted, and a woman who looked vaguely familiar came into focus.

'Tristan are you okay?' he recognized the voice…it was Rory's doctor.

'Rory!' he yelled. The doctor looked down sadly.

'No, she can't! She's still alive!' he protested.

'Please listen to me!' she finally got him to quiet down.

'She has a lot of internal bleeding, some that we were able to stop and some that is stopping on it's own. She still has some but we think we can stop that.'

'She's okay…she has to be!'

'We lost her for a few minutes but we were able to get a pulse again.'

'She wont die.' He whispered. (A/N" that sounds really bad. Lol)

'She's been moved into close observation, no one can see her for the next 24 hours and we'll see how that goes.'

'She almost died!'

'I know, and I wanna be honest with you. I'm not one of those doctors that gives you the cliff notes.'

'I don't want you to. I wanna know everything.'

'Before her pulse dropped, she had a very good chance of making it and pulling through, but after that little stunt she pulled, we're not so sure anymore. She hasn't been getting better since the surgery and if anything she's doing worse.'

'No…' he whispered painfully.

'But we may be able to do something to help.'

'I just thought—'

'No one's ever done what I think we should do.'

'What is it?'

'Put things around her to make her comfortable. Do you know her favorite scent or flower?'

'Yea, daisies.'

'Does she have a certain object she likes a lot?'

'Coffee, it's the one drink she refuses not to drink.'

'Money isn't a problem?' she asked him.

'Not at all.'

'Alright, come with me.' He followed her hesitantly. She picked up a phone and dialed a number.

'Mark?…Hi, it's Katie. Yea could you do me a favor?…okay go and get me a ton of daisies. Enough to fill half a room, and then buy anything you can that has to do with coffee. Scented candles, actual cups of coffee, beans, you name it, bring it……umm leave it under Tristan….in an hour?…okay thanks Mark. Alright, bye.' She hung up the phone and turned to Tristan.

'Mark works here and helps get outside things. My idea is to surround her with familiar things, give her comfortable surroundings, which brings me to my next favor.'

'Of me?'

'Yes.'

'What?'

'I want you to go and get her favorite sheets, and favorite pajamas. If she has a favorite stuffed animal, bring it.'

'Leave the hospital?' he asked skeptically.

'Unless they're here.'

'No, there not.'

'Tristan if it makes you feel better, you can give my your cell phone number and if anything happens I'll call you immediately.' Tristan nodded slowly and handed her a card before leaving quickly. The doctor made her way over to the rest of her family.

'Mr. Dugrey is running home to get some comforts for Rory.' She said. Lorelai looked up.

'Who would get custody of the baby?' Lorelai asked thinking if Rory wasn't going to make it.

'Technically, the next closest relative until we find someone who could take care of it. Worst case scenario, a foster home.'

'When do people usually sign the agreement papers?'

'Whenever they need to.'

'I'll sign them now.'

'Ma'am your daughter is still alive.'

'I know, but I'll be to pained to do it later.' The doctor was in shock. This was the first time in her six years of doing this that a family member asked to sign the child adoption papers BEFORE the patient wasn't alive anymore. She quickly got over it thinking up reasons why she couldn't do that. She thought of one.

'I understand you're her mother right?'

'Yea.'

'Well, usually, the child goes with the biological father and if not then we check siblings and then parents.'

'But I'm the first person in line.' Lorelai argued. Luke wasn't there to stop her. No one was, they all took a walk to stretch their legs.

'Mr. Dugrey is ma'am, and as far as I know, he'd take the baby.'

'Don't I get a say in where this baby goes?'

'If he wants you to take the baby then you would get her, but since the father is still in question, nothing happens. And what about siblings?'

'Only Rory's younger brother. Aaron but he's only six.'

'Miss. Gilmore—'

'Lorelai.'

'Lorelai, I feel very uncomfortable knowing that your daughter is very much alive and we're having this discussion.'

'But she ha a low chance of surviving, right?'

'I had this big impression that you loved your daughter and wanted more than anything for her to be okay.'

'I do, but I need to keep all possibilities open.'

'Lorelai, I think you should leave the hospital and take a drive. Get some fresh air and then come back in a few hours.'

'Are you kicking me out?'

'No, I'm just telling you that it would suit you well to get some fresh air.' Get some of that garbage out of your head.' The doctor said and walked away. Lorelai rolled her eyes and went to find Luke.

Meanwhile Tristan had arrived at their house and was taking sheets out of the closet. He next made a trip to the bedroom and grabbed one of her favorite pajamas. He went down the stairs and answered the ringing phone.

Hello?'

'Hi, Tristan, this is Emily, is Rory there?'

'Ms. Gilmore, Rory was in an accident, she'll be okay but she's being observed.'

'Oh my! I'm all the way in London!'

'She'll be fine. She'll be here when you come back.'

'Very well then. Tell her I say hello.'

'Will do.' He hung up the phone and shook that strange conversation out of his head. He took a stuffed animal that Rory seemed to be liking more lately and walked out doubling the house to make sure he didn't need anything else. While he was in the car about 20 minutes after the phone call, his cell phone rings.

'Dugrey.'

'Tristan, I heard the news!' it was his mom.

'From who?' he asked confused.

'Emily, Rory's grandmother.'

'Right.' He said. The day was getting weirder and weirder.

'Is she going to be alright, dear?'

'Yes, she should be. The baby is born, and she's healthy.'

'I'm a grandma.' She said disliking it.

'Yes, you are and you can't change that. Listen I need to go, but Ill talk to you later, okay?'

'Find someone new Tristan.' She said as her parting words before the line went dead. Tristan knew he was going crazy. There was no way news could travel that fast, it didn't even spread that fast at Chilton. Little did he know, soon it would become much weirder.

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More soon I hope! I haven't forgotten my other stories! Time—not doing very well with it. I'm not quite sure what to do next. Secrets and From War To Family—I have about three chapters more written for them, I just need to get around to typing them. As For my other stories, I hope I will get back to them shortly. Please Review! Thanks, Kiki