TITLE: No Longer

PAIRING: L/L, J/P, 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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Enjoying The Time:

Dana ran home from her hip-hop class, which was held at the studio about 10-15 minutes walking distance. She continued to run, and looked down at the sidewalk.

'Where's the fire?' a male voice asked. She stopped and caught her breath.

'What?' she asked confused. She turned to see a tall blonde man who was walking a dog. He looked at her with amusement.

'You were running on an eighty-five degree day in the middle of summer carrying a full sports bag.

'No, this is my dance stuff.'

'Oh. So you're Dana right?'

'Yea, who are you?'

'Tristan. I do believe you ran into me, literally, a few days ago at that competition.

'Oh yea. Sorry about that'

Oh no big deal.'

'So umm, do you usually stop 14 year old girls?' He laughed at her question.

'No, but I talked to our mom that day and I figured I'd introduce myself.

'You're TC?'

'Guilty as charged.'

'Huh. Now that I've met you, I need some info.'

'Like what?' he asked smiling.

'Who's the dog?'

'Oh this is girl.'

'Girl? Your naming skills if you don't mind me saying so myself, suck.' He laughed at her honesty.

'Well that's really what I call her. Her original name was Apple. It's her favorite food.' She thought for a second and then looked back at him.

'Yea, my previous statement still stands true.' She said smiling. She walked to the dog and took out an apple slice from her bag.

'Can I?' She asked. He nodded and she fed the dog the apple slice.

'Yummy? Was it yummy?' she asked the dog. Apple licked her face in response.

'Ewww! Golden Retriever slobber!' she complained standing up. He laughed.

'It won't hurt you.'

'I know.'

'So what kind of dance do you do?'

'I do hip-hop.' She looked a her watch.

'Crap.' She mumbled.

'Everything okay?'

'My house is still a ways down.'

'Do you have to be home now? Curfew?'

'No, I need food. Is your house nearby?' Right there.' He said pointing to the house diagonal from them.

'Do you have food?'

'No, I don't eat. Of course I have food!' he said sarcastically.

'Can I go to your house quickly?'

'I, uhh, sure.' He said leading the way. He opened the door ad the dog dashed into the house. The house was sute. It looked nice and lived in but it wasn't really messy.

'So, why food?' he asked bringing her into the kitchen. She took out a black zippered bag. She took out one of the pen looking objects and pressed the bottom on it after she had it placed on the tip of her finger.

'What are you doing?' he asked.

'Checking my blood sugar.' She said concentrating. She put a small amount of blood on a strip and waited until the number 84 appeared.

'Do you have chips? Or juice?' she asked, putting away the object and taking out another one.

'I have original Pringles and fruit punch if you'd like.'

'Yes, please.' He nodded and turned to get it while she calculated numbers in her head and turned the end until the right amount of insulin was clicked. Lifting up the end of her shorts, she sat down and injected the insulin into her thigh. Tristan winced as he caught her taking the needle out.

'So why are you checking—'

'I have diabetes.'

'Oh wow. Yea I think Bill told me that when you almost passed out a few days ago.' He placed the food in front of her.

'Jen's dad?'

'Yea.'

'Okay.' She started to eat. He sat down across from her.'

'So how long have you been diabetic?'

'Since I was three. Found out on my third birthday.'

'Wow.'

'Yea, it was a complicated day.'

'More complicated then what you've said?'

'Oh yea. I was at my grandmother's funeral when I was talking to this really nice guy, and I hadn't been feeling well all week and the next thing I remember was my mom bringing me to the hospital where they weighed me and I was diagnosed with Diabetes. I weighed I think 17 pounds.'

'At three?'

'Yea.'

'Jesus. So who in your family has it?'

'I think my dad's dad, or my dad's grandfather. I'm not sure which one, I just know from my dad's side.'

'Do you see your dad much?'

'Haven't seen him since I was five.'

'That must be upsetting.'

'I don't know. Sometimes. I mean I now know that my mom still misses him.' They were quiet for a while.

'Why are you so willing to just come into my house? I mean I could rape you—'

'Would you?'

'Well no, but why?'

'Because the first thing my mom said when she got off the phone was that you were nice. And in addition to that she was smiling the whole time she was n the phone with you. My mom hasn't dated in a long time, nor has she even smiled when talking to a guy in like 5 years either.'

'You mom still seems like an amazing woman.'

'She is. I don't know if she'd want me to tell you this, but she conceived both me and my sister out of wedlock.'

'Twins?'

'A little more than two years apart.'

'Oh, so they waited to get married?'

'No, she had us both after she was divorced.'

'Same father?'

'As what?'

'Do you and your sister have the same father?'

'Oh. Yea, blood related completely.' Dana's cell started to ring.

'Hello?' she answered.

'Where the hell are you? Your mom just called!'

'Ally, I'd have to use the highway to get to you!'

'I don't know! Maybe your mom is pregnant again!'

'Funny.' Dana said rolling her eyes.

'So where are you anyways?'

'Oh, uh a friends house.'

'Okay, just let your mom know that, okay? I'm in the middle of a lecture!'

'Oh, I'm so sorry!' Dana said apologetically.

'It's okay, just head home.'

'Kay, bye.'

'Bye.' Ally said hanging up. Ally was going to go into her sophomore year of college and was taking a fun course there over the summer. She was attending University Pennsylvania.

'Sorry, Tristan but I need to go.'

'Is everything okay?'

'Yea, my mom just freaked out.'

'Oh, then you better go.'

'No, it's okay. My mom's just a little bit tense since my sister, Tori, is away at camp for 8 weeks.'

'So how is she?'

'11.'

'Wow, she's young.'

'Yea, she's a lot like her dad. That's at least what our mom says.'

'Does she look like a mini you?'

'Not at all, she's blonde.' Dana's cell rang again. She grumbled.

'Yea?' she asked.

'Your grandmother says hi!' Lorelai's voice said through the phone.

'Nana! Hey!'

'Hey sweets. So your mom is looking for you.'

'How many people did she call?'

'Well my dear, I happen to be in town and I'm outside this cute little house with a mini statue by the mailbox. The statue is cute I must say, oh and I'm looking for you.'

'Are you walking?'

'Oh jeez!' Lorelai yelled, scared.

'What?'

'Big huge dog!'

'See you soon!' Dana said clicking off her cell.

'Tristan, I'm gonna go, but thanks for the food.'

'Oh sure, anytime.'

'hey next time you go for a walk, can I come?' she asked.

'Sure. I'll call you.' Dana smiled and ran out of the house seeing her grandmother telling the dog to go away.

'Apple, come!' and the dog went to Dana.

'Good girl. Stay.' Then Dana ran to her grandmother.

'Danelai, my grandbaby!' She said hugging Dana. They started to walk home.

'So how do you know the dog?'

'I know the owner, In fact, mom talked to him a few days ago. He seemed to say something to make her happy.'

'I'm sorry but is my daughter thinking of maybe dating again!' Lorelai's eyes lit up.

'It's possible. She finally admitted that my father is part of what's keeping her from dating again.'

'Wow. This guy—'

'TC.'

'TC?'

'Yea.'

'Okay. This guy, TC, may be the person we need to break her. In fact, I'm here tomorrow too. I'll talk to him and discuss politics with him.'

'Politics?'

'Yea, I mean if he was involved with election, I need to know!'

'What?'

'I need to know if he voted.'

'Nana, you know nothing about politics. It wouldn't even surprise me if you didn't know who ran this past election.'

'I do to! It was Clinton and Bush!'

'They never ran together! This one was Kerry and Bush.'

'What? We already had that one?' Lorelai asked wide-eyed. Dana rolled her eyes.

'Yes, we did.'

'Oh.'

'So is that it, is that all your gonna ask him?'

'I'll figure it out. So is he hot?'

'I don't know!'

'Okay.'

'Why?'

'Cause he better be no less then a god for your mom to like him.'

'What?'

'Your dad—holy lord was he gorgeous!' Lorelai breathed.

'Isn't that illegal?'

'I would never do anything I would have done.'

'Huh?'

'Oh, nevermind. You'll understand when you're older.'

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Well that's chapter 22! YAY! Review PLEASE!