Rory Gilmore knew she would remember everything about the events in her grandmother's poolhouse. She would remember the way Tristan took his time, always waiting to see if she was ready for the enxt step. She would remember the way he knew exactly what to do, but instead of making her feel awkward, he made her feel as if she did too. She would remember the way he told her he loved her, and asked her one last time if she was ready before the couple joined.

Sex wasn't scary with him, as she had always imagined it would be.

"Does this mean I'm not a mary anymore?" she asked him with a small laugh. The pair were lying on the bed, bodies intertwined from the previous passion. He reached over and kissed her forehead.

"This means you're my mary." he smiled, and she sighed in contentment.

-

"Good, Lord, I think I just had a small stroke!" Finn exclamed, after barging into the room and swifly averting his eyes.

"Finn what are you doing here!" Rory half skrieked, covering herself with a blanket. Then she noticed the girl who's hand he was holding. "You were going to have sex in my grandparents house!" she sheepishly omited that she had just done the same thing.

"I--but we--you..." he sighed. "Sorry love," he addresed the girl. She let out a n exasperated breath and left the house. Finn shifted his feet a moment longer. "So Tris, mate, oes she really have the dimples?" he asked slyly. Though his back was turned, Tristan knew a grin covered his entire face.

"Out!" Rory threw a pillow at him.

"Alright, I'm going, I'm going!" he put his hands in the air and left the room. Upon leaving the poolhuse, he closed the door behind him.

"Mrs. Gilmore," he said, "Um, were you going in there?"

"I'm looking for my granddaughter. She needs to help me see the guests out. The party is over."

"Well she's certainly not in there," Finn eyed the elderly woman. "Why do you need her?" Emily shifted her feet uncomfortably.

"I wanted to...apologise," she cchewed out the word guiltily, "I made some preconcieved judgements about the DuGrey boy, and they were misplaced." she smiled a little. "Every woman in that house is a bleeding heart just waiting to comfort him, and our Rory already knew. She always was an excellent judge of character, she get's that from our side of the family."

Finn nodded and tried to look like he believed her. Then he grew serious for real.

"She glows when she's around him, you know." he observed quietly. Emily gave him an appraising glance. The aussie forged on, warming to his point. "They fit eachother, if I may say so." That's what she said he sang unconsiously in his head. "Perhaps it's best to accept this guy at face value, be on her side."

"Are you presuming to tell me how to handle my own affairs?"

"Ma'ame, I--"

"Don't. You're right. Now if I could only find her..." Finn took her arm and led her awy from the occupied pool house.

-

One week later, Friday night dinner. Tristan now accompanied the Gilmore girls, and sat next to Rory, of course. It had been both amazing and strange to dwell in the same house for a week. It seemed Lorelai knew that her daughter was nolonger innocent, and went to special lengths to keep the pair apart at night. Once Tristan came to Rory's door only to find a lightly snoring Sookie posted in front of it, wielding a cheese grater.

Emily treated him now with a reserved approval, and Richard had never been anything less than the soul of courtasy. The main course was a flawless roast in caper and wine sauce. The majority of the meal was quiet, but for the respective mmmmm's and aaaaaah's from the diners. As the dish was carried away and the family awaited dessert, Emily finally spoke up.

"Tristan, I've been tallking quite a bit with your friend Finn." Tristan raised an eyebrow at Rory.

"Oh?"

"It seems that he could do with a housemate." Tristan almost choked on his drink.

"Well you don't expect to continue living at my daughter's house," Emily said. Lorelai shrugged.

"Sookie could do with a good night's sleep, too. She hasn't had any ass in over a week." This time, it was Emily who choked.

"I beg your pardon, Lorelai, control your tongue. We have a guest." Lorelai made a face.

"When he remembers that damn toilet seat, I'll hold my tongue." Emily gave up.

"Well?" she directed at Tristan, who was speaking in hushed tones to Rory. He looked up and smiled.

"Mrs. Gilmore, i would love to move in with Finn."

-

Dean became manager of Doose's market when Taylor retired. He met and married a girl named Lindsay, who snapped some sense into him and wouldn't take his crap. He's over Rory now, and revelling in his small town satisfaction.

Molly graduated valedictorian of Stars Hollow high, though skipped college. She is a high fashion model in Japan.

Finn did the Chilton thing, did the Yale thing, and liked it all so much, he never left. After changing majors every semester end, he successfully attended Yale for 19 years before he was thrown out. This was not enough to keep him away, though. Two months after his expulsion, he returned. As a proffessor.

Rory and Tristan graduated Yale together. Though Paris was valedictorian, the couple graduated with numerous job offers, which they turned down. They spent a year travelling Europe together, before returning and accepting their respective jobs. Now Rory is a top journalist for the New York Times, and Tristan has opened his own Law office. Rory is expecting a child. She's telling Tristan tonight.

Lorelai already knows.

Le fin

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