In My World

I do not own Gilmore Girls or the original characters. I own the other girls and this story and that's pretty much it. You can have the penny that's sitting in front of my if you want.

Rating is T or PG-13 for basic sexuality and a lot of cursing.

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"Rory." He said opening the door. She gave him a small nod. He backed away and shut the door behind her. She took a deep breath and turned around to face him.

"I shouldn't have just walked out yesterday." Rory started.

"No, you shouldn't off."

"Hey, I came to you, therefore, I talk first. Got it?" She asked glaring at him. He nodded and let her talk.

"What I was going to say was, I shouldn't have just walked out yesterday without slapping you across the face first." Tristan raised his eyebrow. "What made you think you could get away with putting Jack on that bus to make sure I got there?"

"You just need some encouragement Rory!"

"Encouragement? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm afraid of encouragement! How the hell do you think I ended so fucked up?" Rory asked exasperatedly.

"I…" Tristan started but stopped. Rory laughed bitterly and shook her head.

"You're just like the rest of them. You're trying to reunite me and my mother but guess what Tristan, I can't be! I'm not the girl you used to know, so don't fucking make me be!" she shouted at him as the tears developed. "I'm sick of everyone trying to make it all better! Who said I wanted something different than what I already have? I love my life."

"No you don't." Tristan challenged. Rory cocked her head as her eyes grew wide.

"Excuse me?' she whispered.

"You hate your life. This isn't you, Rory! Why else were you on that bus back to your home?"

"I know a guy who lives there and I wanted to see him! And how do you know this isn't me?"

"I know you, Rory and this isn't you."

"Well great job showing that." It was silent. "I came here to explain to you that I chose to be a prostitute because it's what I know how to do. I deal with everything when I need to, and I only have to watch out for my group. It's working out well for me, and when you came…it all changed." She wasn't crying anymore, but the occasional tear made its way onto her cheeks. He gave her a confused look. "You're the only one from my past that knows where I am, and what I do. This creates a problem because now I'm linked to my past."

"So basically, I'm ruining all of your plans or your future?" Tristan asked deadpanned.

"To put it bluntly, yes. Tell the world what I do, where I am, I don't care, but don't keep me doting on my past, okay?" she said fidgeting.

"So what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his voice getting louder.

"It means, tomorrow, I'm getting a new phone, and I won't be seeing you again. If we bump into each other, fine, but I don't know you and you sure as hell don't know me." She said calmly before slowly walking towards the door.

"I thought you were stronger then that.' Tristan said right when her hand touched the doorknob. She backed away and turned around to Tristan's burning eyes.

"Stronger then what?"

"You were so pro self respect. You're going against almost everything you've ever believed in. That's gotta say something."

"It does. It means that I've changed, and you can't do anything about it."

"So now you're literally just a fucking cunt." He said with venom in his tone. Rory froze dead and cocked her head. "I don't understand why that would bug you, I mean since you're this new person now." He finished with a smug look on his face. A smile filled her face and her eyes danced. He kept his eyes trained on her.

"Obviously you don't know me as well as you think you do." She said nonchalantly. There was a pause. "Tell me Tristan, know any murderers?" she asked slowly walking towards him in a steady rhythmic beat.

"No."

"Oh but I think you do." She said coming to a stop inches from his body. She could feel the heat emanating off of him. She went onto her toes and touched his cheek softly.

"Lucky for you, she's not looking for someone to kill, just hurt." She said softly against his lips and kissed him gently and slowly. He responded and groaned into her mouth. She pulled back and looked at him in the eye. She lowered herself and let her hand go free. All she could remember was the blood coming from Tristan's lip from hitting him so hard on the cheek. He was on the floor from her powerful strike. He looked up at her stunned.

"Don't ever call me a fucking cunt, again. If you do, don't expect me to be so nice." She said in an agonizingly slow low voice. He swallowed and watched her stare at him.

"It's too bad you're bleeding. Otherwise, I'd do you in a second …but then again, you couldn't afford me." She said condescendingly. She kicked his foot and left the apartment shaking her head and holding her still tingling hand. She walked through the hallway when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into an apartment. The door shut quickly and she felt a warm masculine hand over her mouth.

"Don't scream." He whispered into her ear.

Well…thank you Kiki for making sure I spelled everything right! Thank you everyone else and please review. Emilie.