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Come Fly With Me: Part 1Finn had completely forgotten about his party. That is until Logan called him, his answering machine took it.
"Finn, its me. Listen, people can't find you and for some reason your party came to find you at my place. We're all going out to that Chinese restaurant, meet us when you get this."
Finn was startled out of his search for appropriate clothes. He wondered how his best mate would take this new development. It wasn't his place to interfere, or to be the Rorysitter as far as informing Logan was concerned. He started to consider his options, he no longer felt like partying since Logan would obviously be there. He wasn't in any way picking sides at the moment but if he saw Logan, he would be much too tempted to tell him about the newest developments. Finn didn't know much, but he did know that this was the best chance for Rory to get over Logan, truly get over Logan, that fate had given her. And he, would be by her side, witness to it all if he had anything to do with it.
Glancing towards his den, the one that the maid only ever entered to clean, he thought, mate, you'd better have something grand up your sleeve. I can help, but only so much. You've got to figure out how to reconcile the girl R.G. has become with the girl you once knew. She's not the same mate. And you're competing with her ghosts, fears and most of all her good memories.
"Oy, mate, you done in there? You've spent longer in there than I ever have." Finn greeted Tristan as he popped his head over the edge of the mahogany wood doors. Tristan just responded by running both his hands through his hair, saying goodbye and agreeing to the threats of the elderly gentleman on the phone. Once the phone was set down, a glimmer of worry shadowed his features.
"Just wondering what I've gotten myself into," with a sigh Tristan looked up at Finn, and then grinned. "Let the games begin."
Finn responded by handing Tristan a glass of brandy taken from goodness knows where.
"You know if you hurt her…I'll drop you out of a helicopter with no supplies in the middle of the Australian out back right mate?" At that admonishment Tristan just smirked.
"It might be a little messy in the helicopter though. Once Lorelai, Richard and probably numerous other people are done with me here, there may only be pieces left." Tristan replied, silently toasting Finn. "Actually, there would only be pieces left. I cracked her once, and I could barely stand the pain, if I ever actually broke her, I think I may save everyone else the trouble and just have a good old fashioned execution in the Elizabethan style. Just draw and quarter me, hang me till I'm almost dead, rip my belly and pull out my beating heart. It would probably be less painful that knowing I hurt Rory."
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Meanwhile, as Rory walked back to Bramford, she smiled. A genuine "I'm truly happy" smile. She decided that even with all the lists in the world, there was no harm in going to Singapore with Tristan, and Finn of course. With the LDB she had already learned that she could trust its members to take care of everything, even the possible eventuality of ending up in jail. The secret society because of its party happy atmosphere had every member wear an inconspicuous ring at all times. That ring, if taken off your finger would send an alarm to the head LDB person (whoever that was) and start emitting a silent tracker signal. Rory's on the other hand, activated if she released the clasp on her necklace. It was actually a rather smart investment on behalf of the LDB. With members like Finn, you never knew if someone was hurt, or if they were simply passed out at some presidential suite somewhere in the world. The only thing left to do before she packed was to tell her mom and Paris. That and google both the airline and the country.
After Rory set her computer to print out the first 200 sites she found on Singapore and neighbouring countries, and found out what kind of amenities were provided by the airline she decided she could pack rather light. A few airy blouses, some skirts, dresses, sandals and one black cocktail dress just in case in addition to the regular list of unmentionables and beauty products. She decided to call her mom while the printer slaved away.
"Lorelai's house of syrup, I've got the man, you provide the syrup." Lorelai greeted.
"Hey mom, let me just say that was an overshare," began Rory.
"Well I had to make up for the fruit of my looms undershare."
"What…"
"Seems like a little Spawn of Satan has decided to kidnap my daughter, pull her away from her studies and whisk her away to a far away exotic local."
"Mom, it's not kidnapping if I go willingly."
"I know, but I can't very well tell the FBI and Oprah that when I send out the nation wide plea for information leading to the return of my daughter. But it's ok. I think the change of scenery and E.T. may be good for you, at least the little charmer somehow got me and your Grandfather agree to send you. He even said he'd drive up and get your passport from me for you. Wait, that's the door."
"Mom…be n.."
"Of course I'll be nasty. He can go and get 10 cups of coffee for me from Luke before he gets to steal you."
"I'm that cheap? I'm only worth 10 cups?" Rory was incredulous.
"Flesh of my blood, I've got to go. You neglected to mention he is a biscotti hottie. He deserves my full attention…"
"Mom…" warned Rory. "Need I remind you although what you're thinking, you've got Luke, and he won't take it kindly if you left him for your daughter's friend."
"Perish the thought of actually being cut off from the coffee supply. Besides, I concede. If all goes well, he's all yours my dear. With my blessing. Now I don't want to hear another word. Call me when you reach there and have fun for mommy too. Bye!" Lorelai ended their conversation leaving Rory staring blankly at her phone.
"So you're off with Tristan on a wild adventure." Rory's thoughts were interrupted once again only this time by Paris.
"Yeah, sort of." Rory answered.
"So you finally admitted it. You're smart but you sure are dense. So when did you tell him?"
"Tell him what?"
"You still haven't told him have you!"? Paris' shock was an understatement. "Well at least Doyle and I don't have to stay at his place for a while. Call me before you get back so you don't walk in on anything. Don't forget now."
"Don't worry, that's one thing I will never forget to do. And don't let him eat all my food, and I don't want to find any more of his dirty clothes in the couch cushions, or in the microwave!." Rory shuddered. I don't even want to know what his sock was doing in there.
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(The next evening)
"Last call, Singapore Airlines flight SQ011 non-stop to Singapore. All passengers please proceed to gate I58 for immediate boarding." The disembodied voice of the gate attendant interrupted conversations throughout the international terminal.
"R.G. luv, hurry up. It's just coffee, they've got it on the plane too, and Singapore. It's not like you're never going to see it again." Finn pleaded with Rory as she stood in the Starbucks line-up.
"I'm just nervous, coffee will help. Please? They won't leave without us will they?" Rory pulled all the stops out on Finn. That is until the P.A. ding donged signalling another passenger announcement.
"Would Singapore Airlines passengers Lorelai Leigh Gilmore andFinnegan DeBeers please proceed to Gate I58…"
The announcer was rudely interrupted when an irritated young man grabbed the phone at the gate.
"MARY, get your butt to this gate or so help me, you get no ice cream, coffee or sugar for the entire flight. If I don't see you…" Tristan was pissed. Angry wasn't the word for it, here he was waiting at the gate with her hot pink Tumi carry-ons and she was going to make everyone miss the flight for what? Coffee, only the 15th cup since they started the pre-boarding procedures.
"We're heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Rory screamed as she whizzed by. She always meant it that Gilmore Girls do not run, except in extreme emergencies. As soon as she heard Tristan's words, and his serious tone, she had climbed on the nearest luggage trolley and instructed Finn to push and run as hard as he could. They consequently overshot the gate.
"FINN…you missed!" Rory exclaimed breathlessly.
"Don't worry love, my aim will be better next time."
Before Rory could contemplate what he meant by that, Finn had turned the cart around, and was on a collision course with a certain blondie sans the anger and plus an amused smirk. Finn winked at Tristan moments before braking and consequently sending Rory flying into Tristan's arms.
"You know Mary, if you wanted to be here, all you had to do was ask. None of this risking your life and delaying a flight just to get me to hold you." All Tristan got was a slap on his shoulder, which consequently caused him to drop Rory's make-up bag.
At that Rory squealed. "My stash is in there, how dare you drop my coffee."
Throughout this entire interlude, the gate attendant's facial expressions could have fuelled an entire psych lecture. However, annoyance was prevalent at the moment on her features. Tristan simply put Rory over his shoulder kicking and screaming, handed over their passports and boarding passes for inspection, and walked down the tunnel. The last thing the gate attendant heard was Tristan's warning.
"Mary darling, I still have one hand free, either you stop squirming, or your butt is in the perfect position for a little…"
Poor attendant didn't know whether to pity or envy the First Class stewardesses and stewards, they had gorgeous passengers, and the Aussie looked like he would be a handful, but anyone with eyes could see the brunette was taken with the blonde and vice versa.
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A/N: Short I know, but I will update soon. Thank you to all those who have reviewed. Reviews are better than any mood altering drug I would ever consider trying. If you have any suggestions on what you don't like or what you'd like to see, submit a review. I was toying with the idea of a high charged testosterone filled Tristan/Logan encounter, since I was approached with the idea in a review. I'll be sure to include it at an appropriate moment. Also, how's the pace of the piece? Every time I try to advance, Rory, Finn and Logan tend to go off on their little tangents. Should I be more detailed, or sacrifice detail for action and plot development?