Disclaimer: I don't own anything associated with Gilmore Girls

Summary: To all appearances Tristan DuGrey is a man with luck on his side, with a healthy inheritance and a beautiful fiancée. But soon after a few bad choices have been made, fists are flying, his love life is in ruins and his once perfect existence is spiraling out of control.

Warning: This story is AU, as you will soon find out. If you do not like AU, turn back now. However although it is AU I do not wish to change any of the character's personality traits from Gilmore Girls, so (if at all) it will be mildly OOC.

A/N: This is just a crazy idea I thought of one night. Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

Let Me Hold You

Chapter 1: 2am

I roll over and look at the time on the clock beside me, and as usual its 2am. My morning ritual is to wake up at 2am and then somehow manage to fall asleep again at 5, therefore only usually getting around five hours of sleep a night. I turn my head and look Jayla up and down slowly. She looks beautiful when she sleeps, unlike me, who always looked half-dead. She stirs and opens her eyes, looking up at me sleepily.

"Babe, go back to sleep, you look like hell."

I smile slightly and slide out of bed; my fiancée is full of compliments. I move into the lounge room and notice Finn on the couch; he glances up at me and flashes his laid-back grin.

"2am?"

"Yeah," I chuckle making my way into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes as I do so.

"Nothing on TV, well except Friends, but I've seen this one." He makes his way over to the fridge and grabs a beer.

To everyday people seeing a man grab a beer at 2am would be considered strange, but when you've lived with Finn for 2 years now, it's a common occurrence. Since everything happened he gave up work and now spends his night watching re-runs of sitcoms and drinking beer. When the normal world wakes up for another day, Finn instead moves into his room and sleeps.

I pick up my coffee mug and make my way out to the balcony. I haven't been able to get more than 5 hours of sleep since it all went wrong. I don't think anyone has gone back to 'normal' yet.

I enter Rory's house and notice her sitting cross-legged on the couch with a coffee mug in hand with her shoulder length hair covering most of her face.

"Hey," I greet her casually.

"Hey, you here to visit the little monster?" She questions, knowing my assumed motive for this visit.

I nod and smile as I observe her tired appearance.

"She's out in the lounge playing with building blocks." Rory smiled, leaning back down to read the juicy story in People magazine.

Once in the lounge room, I notice the chubby girl playing with the brightly colored building blocks and I smile without warning. She's so happy; it's amazing that she can't feel the grief that passes in and out of this house daily. I sit down next to her and she reaches over and attempts to lift herself into my lap.

"Tree." She urges me.

"Hey Bella, how are you sweetie?" I ask quietly while tickling her tummy so she is overcome with a fit of giggles. She looks up at me smiling happily and swatting her hands from side to side.

I help her by lifting her up and into my lap, picking up a block so she can play. As soon as she gets the block, she places it in her mouth and begins sucking on it, making gurgling sounds as she does so.

Rory didn't want kids, which was quite a shock to everyone; but Logan had always wanted that big family, in the house surrounded with a white picket fence. In their first year of being a couple they bought a spacious studio apartment in Manhattan. This was perfect for Rory's dream, pursuing her journalism career, and she had just landed a successful job there. But Logan wore her down over the years, so they swapped the studio for a little house in Stars Hollow, only miles from where she grew up as a kid. Since the accident, Rory has felt a lot of resentment towards Logan. He had left her in a strange town, with a mortgage and child he had begged her to have.

"He just left me here with Bella, why would he do that?" She always asks.

"He knows you'll do fine." Is always my reply.

I know that Rory is a great mother, but these visits are more to see her than to see Bella. People cope with grief in different ways, and I don't think Rory has begun grieving yet. I think she's still in shock.

I've heard having two parental figures helps children later on in life. For Bella though, Logan will never be here for her, so in a vague attempt to fill his shoes I visit twice a week.

Logan and I had met through Rory; they had attended Yale together and were together not long after starting there. Rory and I had always been friends, so it only seemed natural that I meet her husband-to-be. The three of us had been inseparable, and then I met Jayla. Rory had always thought she was a bit snobby and I could see why she thought that, but it never stopped us from being close.

His BMW swerved up an embankment, and crashed through a cluster of trees before finally flipping over in the gully below. It was two in the morning, so the roads were empty. It took until morning before anyone noticed the car, by then it was too late. It would be comforting to think that one of your best friends had passed away peacefully, but that was the complete opposite to what had really happened. It actually took a while; I know because I was in the passenger seat next to him.

A/N: Hey everyone, I'm not sure if anyone will like this story but if you do press the review button!