Rory stood, frozen, looking at Dean who had now closed the door behind him and was standing in front of Rory.

Then her mind wandered, and she remembered Tristan!

Dean would kill him!

"Dean!" Rory cried out, hoping Tristan had heard her and had fled out the back door.

"Rory! We need to talk" Dean said, grabbing Rory by the arm.

He pulled her over towards the kitchen, but Rory quickly protested "No! Let's sit in the lounge room," she said, quickly.

They walked towards the sofa and sat down, facing one another- Rory still panic-stricken, said nothing, and let Dean begin.

"I'm sorry if I scared you before Rory! But I didn't want to hurt you" he explained, a little frantically.

Rory stiffened, he would have hurt me?

"But what happened between you and Tristan meant nothing, and we can move on from this- I know we can!" he explained, but seeing the sadness in Rory's eyes made him question her feelings "It meant nothing, right Rory?" he asked, sternly.

Rory looked away, and said quietly "I never said me kissing Tristan was a mistake, or that I regretted it…"

Dean's eyes flared with anger, and he rose from the couch, looking down at Rory, disgusted.

"How could you- I…" he was now pacing around the room, looking over at Rory's sad face with a furious glare.

"You can't be with him!" he screamed at her, causing Rory to shake a little.

Just then, having heard everything that had been said from the kitchen- ready to leap out and punch Rory's angry boyfriend, if he tried to hurt Rory, Tristan appeared, making himself known to Dean.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" Dean yelled at Tristan, and then looked down at Rory "What is he doing here?" he yelled back at her, equally as loud and frustrated.

"Oh! I see- you two were-" he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Tell him to leave, Rory- before I-" Dean began, but Tristan cut in.

"Before you what? I think you're the one that will be leaving, Dean" Tristan said, severely.

Rory jumped up, now, afraid of what Dean would do to Tristan- or worse yet, what they would do to each other.

"Tristan, don't!" Rory ran towards him, and he put his arm out to her, holding her close to him.

"What the hell is this Rory?" Dean began, still standing in the lounge room looking over at Rory and Tristan who stood, holding one another, in the kitchen doorway.

"You want to be with this worthless piece of crap?" Dean said, becoming more and more angry by the second, and pointing furiously at Tristan.

"Leave her alone, and get out, NOW!" Tristan commanded, pushing Rory gently back behind him.

Dean became incredibly heated, and walked heavily towards Tristan, clenching his fists.

"Rory, get into the kitchen" Tristan whispered to the frightened Rory who was standing behind him- but quickly did as she was told, and fled to the kitchen.

What was she going to do? She ran over to the phone, picked it up and frantically dialled her mother's mobile, with a quivering hand; she held the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Lorelai Gilmore's phone"

"MUM!"

"Rory? What is it, what's wrong"?

Rory was crying uncontrollably, and struggled to get the words out

"Dean and Tristan- they're fighting- Tristan was over here, and then Dean came, and now-"

"Ok Rory! Call Luke, tell him what's happened and ask him to get over there as quickly as possible! You hear me? I'm on my way home now"

Rory had already hung up on her mother and anxiously called Luke, explaining what had happened; he heard the muffled cries coming from the lounge room, and the heavy thuds "I'll be there in five minutes" he said, and hung up.

Rory peered out of the kitchen, and saw Tristan and Dean throwing heavy punches at one another.

Then Tristan threw Dean toward the door, and the fight continued outside, after both of them tumbled down the front stairs- but still connected punches.

Rory followed them, tentatively, not knowing what to do, she stood- watching them- anger, frustration and sadness building up inside.

Then, without thinking, she ran down the stairs- and lunged herself at the two men, screaming and pleading with them to stop.

But neither of them seemed to notice her- then, in an instant, before Rory knew what was going on; a heavy fist connected with Rory's left eye, and she was knocked to the ground, doubled over in pain.

Her vision became blurred, and she could hardly make out the two figures, Tristan and Dean, scuffling around her- still fighting.

"Rory! Rory!" a faint cry came from somewhere- but Rory was in too much pain, and far too frightened to know exactly what was going on- though she was sure it was Luke's voice.

Then more gruff cries; "You two!" more stamping of feet and low, husky moans as more punches were thrown "Stop it! Stop it now!"- That was definitely Luke's voice! Thank god!

Rory opened her eyes a little, the shock of being thrown to the ground now had passed- and she slowly lifted herself off the ground with shaking arms, and rose unsteadily to her feet.

Her head was throbbing- but as the three men came clearly into vision- she found herself too panicked to care about her own pain.

"Stop" she said, her voice a little croaky "Please stop" she stumbled back a little, almost falling to the ground again.

"Oh my god! RORY!" another faint cry, Rory looked up, to see her mother jumping out of her car and racing towards Rory- an apprehensive look on her face.

Luke had now managed to break up Tristan and Dean, and when the three of them saw Lorelai rush over to her daughter's side- both Tristan and Dean became equally concerned about her, rushing to her side as well.

But Luke held them gruffly by their collars, separating the two of them from one another and stopping them from getting near Rory.

"Stay! Both of you" Luke said angrily, looking at them, disgusted.

"Rory! Oh my god, Rory!" Lorelai was panicked, her daughter's eye was clearly swollen, and she seemed very dazed.

"I'm taking her to the hospital" Lorelai said, helping her daughter to the car.

"Let me go!" Dean shouted after her, but that only made Luke pull harder on his collar.

"I knew you were trouble from the start!" he said, looking coldly into his eyes.

Tristan was watching Lorelai help Rory into the car, and he instantly panicked, but remained quiet, his mouth full of blood, and his cut lip stinging.

"And you" Luke said, shaking Tristan's collar, "Who the hell are you?"

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