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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How Ross and Rachel:

Rory's room was filled with flowers, coffee, and books to read. Jane Austin, Hemmingway, Shakespeare, they were all there. No one had been allowed in her room for over 48 hours and so far, everything had been going great. Tristan was camping out in the waiting room, while Lorelai and the rest came and went from time to time. He was the only there when the doctor came to talk to them in over 5 hours. He quickly stood up.

'Dr. Hallou…'

'Tristan, she's no longer unconscious.'

'Oh my god! That's good, right?'

'It means that she'll pull through.' He put his had over his chest and sighed a deep breathe.

'Oh thank god.'

'We would like Rory to be alone for a little bit longer but, you may go see your daughter in the nursery.'

'She's three days old.'

'Three and a half.'

'What? What time it is?'

'1 am.'

'Wow.'

'Yea.'

'So, Rory, is she awake?'

'She woke for a few seconds we believe but with all of the drugs and stuff in her, it's made her exhausted so she's sleeping right now. It's best if no one bothers her right now.'

'But I can see my daughter, now right?'

'Yes, Tristan. Would you like me to show you the way?'

'Would you?'

'Sure.' She nodded comfortingly.

'Is she awake?'

'I doubt it, and you can't hold her yet but looking at her through glass is better than nothing, right?'

'So much better than nothing.' He smiled a real smile for the first time since Rory was admitted. They arrived at a little section, and he saw a glass window. Through he could see many small tiny babies. There was one baby that was very small, about the size of two hands side by side. His heart clenched for the parent of the baby. The doctor noticed and explained to him.

'That baby has been here for two weeks now. About a month and a half premature.'

'But most of these babies are premature, and none of them look as small.'

'The mother was 14.'

'Oh wow.'

'Yea.'

'Is she okay? The mom I mean.'

'Yes, she just got out of the hospital yesterday.'

'Which one is mine?' he asked. She pointed to the second row. A small baby, yet about 2 times the size was lying there sleeping. In front of the basket was a note card with the name Gilmore on it.

'So, what do you think you and your wife will name her?'

'Oh she's not my wife…at least not anymore.' The doctor looked confused.

'We got divorced about a year and a half ago.'

'How Ross and Rachel.' The doctor joked. Tristan thought about it and then laughed quietly.

'You know she even asked me how many people she thought this had happened to. That's the perfect example.'

'Yea except is your name David Schwimmer and Rory's name Jennifer Anniston?'

'No.'

'Well I must say, talk in this hospital thinks otherwise.'

'What?' he asked confused.

'They think Rory could be Jennifer Anniston.'

'How?'

'Well, you remind them of Brad Pitt.'

'I swear my whole life is like a soap opera.'

'That's better than your life being a musical.'

'Is your life a musical?'

'No…but when you meet someone who thinks their is, your in for it.'

'Good to know, I'll remember that.'

'So what would you name her?'

'Rory really liked Dana Lorelai, but I'm not sure what she'd do. I'm gonna let Rory pick the name and if she wants my opinion, then I'll give it to her, otherwise, I want her to. She deserves it…After all she's been through.'

'You would never leave her would you?'

'Never had a reason to.' She wasn't satisfied with his answer but didn't show it.

'Look Tristan, I need to get back but you're welcome to stand here longer if you'd like.'

'No it's okay.'

'Why don't you go somewhere and get yourself an actual meal? You barely ever eat.'

'I eat.'

'I watch you…you don't.' He really was hungry. He nodded slowly.

'And go home, take a shower and then come back tomorrow. Nothing will happen tonight I can guarantee,' he nodded and thanked her then left for his house. The next day around noon, Tristan drove to the hospital and parked. On his way in, he saw a very familiar woman…his mother.

'Mom? What are you doing here?'

'I had to get you before you made a fool out of yourself!'

'What?' he asked very confused.

'Go home.'

'I can't! I need to see Rory!'

'That might not be a good idea.' She said looking down.

'What? Mom, what happened!'

'Emily, she came back and she talked with Rory…she doesn't want you here.'

'What?'

'Rory, she told her grandmother that she didn't want you in her baby's life nor hers.'

'That's shit mom!'

'Tristan, if you go in there and stress her out by making an appearance, think about what would happen. She might get sick again and then it might really be to late.' He hated his mother right now.

'She wants me in her baby's life! Plus I refuse to let her do this alone!'

'She has her friends and family!'

'I AM family!'

'I told you Tristan…find someone new.'

'I want her to tell me to my face she doesn't want me here!' He pushed passed her.

'Tristan come back!' he kept going until her heard voices coming out from her room. Lorelai was in there talking with her. They were in the middle of a conversation.

'…I don't want him here, mom. I don't think he really cares about me. He tried to make everything better but yet he's not here is he?'

'Rory, I'm sure he wanted to.'

'It's hard to believe I actually trusted him to make things better. I mean it could be his fault that I got into this accident…' Tristan's heart sunk. He had trouble breathing as he walked away from her room. His mother looked confused but just acted sympathetic.

'Tristan what happened?' Mrs. Dugrey asked.

'Stay away from me.' He growled. He drove home but didn't let any emotion come through until he shut the door to the house. He leaned on the door and let the tears come soaking his shirt. He slowly packed his stuff. He would be gone by that night, not a trace left. He packed about three suitcases taking his work and clothes…everything with him. There was a picture of the two of them smiling at the camera. It was only taken a few weeks ago. He picked it up in its frame and threw it against the wall listening to the bang on the wall and the shatter of glass as it fell to the ground. He found a sheet of paper and pen and quickly wrote something before he walked out of this life he loved and the woman he loved, and the baby he was beginning to love with just one glance.

Rory—

I don't want to leave but I guess it's for the best. Don't forget me.

—Tristan

He looked the note over a few times and left the house driving until he could no longer see the road 8 hours later. Finding a motel, he decided, that here, he would start a new life and forget the old one. He started by taking his cell phone, writing down his work numbers only, then taking it and smashing it on the wall, completely breaking it. Tomorrow, he would get a new one, and figure out where he was…exactly.

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A Start to the unexpected next part of the story. I still have a while left to go so be patient! The next chapter will be Rory the same day at the hospital, and what the WHOLE conversation between them was. Tristan misunderstood…that's all I'm saying. And just in case I forget to tell you later on, I'll keep reminding you, Rory's daughter, which I'm assuming I'm gonna use the name she wants, Dana Lorelai, will have some kind of illness. Please review, and I'll update! Thanks, Kiki