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Down the Rabbit Hole

Rory gave up arguing with Finn. "Well, I thank whoever was responsible for closing Yale. I was pretty worried about how I was to catch up with school. I smell some delicious aromas from the kitchen, why don't we move there?"

Finn simply offered her his arm unconsciously; ten years of etiquette classes would do that to a man. Rory slid her arm around his and together the two incredible personalities headed off to the kitchen.

I will pretend that I didn't hear anything, and I'll enjoy my vacation since Trissie-poo is footing the bill. The man deserves to pay through his nose. Too bad I don't need another abridged version of the Oxford dictionary anytime soon. I'll have my fun, and when the time comes, and he wines and dines me, I'll tell him I know his game and this is one hunt the hunter will lose. I'm tired of waiting for guys to get their acts together, I'm tired of seeing their backs leaving, you can't even appreciate their asses through the emotion. Rory fumed internally. Once again she snapped. The poor girl, played her role so perfectly, hid feelings expertly, just to have them manifest themselves in large massive ways and throw wrenches in fate's plan. It happened when Rory met Dean as she left Stars Hollow High, when she fell asleep and didn't return home after the dance, when she propositioned Logan, when she slept with Dean, when she missed her mother's graduation to visit Jess… by now you would think she had figured it out that repressing feelings just doesn't work.

As they entered the kitchen, Tristan raised his eyebrow at the sight of Rory supported on Finn's arm. Finn then made a big show of backing off with arms raised, in deference to the one who had first dibs on Rory.

"Come and sit down, we eat in the kitchen if there is no big wig to impress." Tristan motioned for Rory and Finn to take a seat. As always he did a once over of Rory's appearance, refreshed and relaxed with less of the panda eye complex he had first seen at the coffee stand. However in her eyes, he thought he caught a fleeting glimpse of hatred and scheming superiority. Rory truly would make a horrible poker player. If her eyes did not betray her, her entire posture and the way she carried herself would. Tristan could feel waves of hatred pulsing off of her. Amazingly though, Finn was oblivious, which made Tristan doubt for a second, but he couldn't ignore it. Dang, what happened? Why earth is she so mad? I didn't do anything! The more Tristan thought about what could be bothering Rory, the more pissed off he got. Of course it's me, it's always me. Just what the hell did I do?

Then, to add to Tristan's confusion, Rory did a complete personality change. Sure there was still a smouldering anger undertone, but he could have sworn Rory was channelling Muffy or Candi or other like-minded social piranhas.

"Housekeeper, I don't eat ground up animals, and I don't eat potatoes. There are simply too many carbs. If it isn't too much trouble could I have exactly half an apricot with a quarter cup of skim cottage cheese with a glass of Evian water?" Rory complained about the entire meal accenting her point with doe eye glances at how Tristan was taking the obvious disrespect Rory was showing Martha. Rory felt bad, but she promised herself she would make it up to Martha later. Martha was left running around the apartment and leaving for the store to make Rory's breakfast knowing how important Miss Mary was to Master Tristan.

Everyone was confused, but Rory with some misplaced confidence in her mission simply called after the "housekeeper" to add an American edition of Vogue to he supermarket order. Rory knew that Singapore being a former British colony would only import in large quantities the British edition of Vogue, but if she was to imitate the platinum seekers well enough to fool men who had been fending them off since they could walk, she would have to be ruthless.

Tristan with wisdom that all men gain wisely disregarded Rory's about face. Instead he talked about inviting his sister to stay with them since Finn had updated them with what happened at Yale. It turns out that Tristan's sister was a freshman Yalie doing a science degree and would also be free.

"Yea, I think you and Alison would get along marvellously." Tristan offered to Rory tentative about being verbally castrated for a misplaced word.

"Alison?" Rory blanched.

"Yea, my sister, my brother Alistair is the eldest, then me, and my sister is the baby of the family." Tristan elaborated. "I want to invite her here, she loves Asia and would serve as a good tour guide while I'm busy at the lawyers' offices."

Rory's conscious attempted to derail her from her plans. Alison is his baby sister, of course she would kick up a fuss if her brother left her behind. Maybe you misinterpreted. Alas common sense was lost on Rory's vendetta. No, there's still the wonderful Miss Muffy of London. Tristan lied. He said he hadn't seen anyone since he moved to London and became 'responsible'. Her last word was thought in a mocking tone. One that's affect reached her face as she made a disgusted expression.

As Rory watched the boys eat their meal her thoughts wandered and conflicted between themselves giving her a headache. The way she wanted to act went against every fibre of her being and personality. When Martha got back with Rory's strange breakfast request, it did not take much for Rory to beg off of breakfast. "I'm not hungry anymore Mar…housekeeper. I'll just go to my room and take a rest." This is harder than I thought. I almost called her Martha. I need to remember that aspiring socialites don't bother with the help.

Martha's face fell, she was so proud that she had scrounged up an apricot that didn't look half bad when they were out of season. Dejected, she headed back into the kitchen to keep the apricot cold in case Miss Rory changed her mind.

Meanwhile, Tristan and Finn were left to figure out what was wrong with Rory. They both decided that asking her was probably not the best course of action at the moment. After a thorough deliberation they came to the conclusion that the best course of action was to give Rory some girl pampering time. However, the only girl pampering the boys were aware of, were the black card swiping kind. So, Tristan called his sis for some emergency "girl down time" things Rory could do, and the list was extensive.

By mid-morning, Tristan's intervention or aversion day plans as he saw it were complete. He knocked on Rory's door.

There was no answer.

Again he rapped, harder, and harder till he was almost pounding the door down. When the poor paintings at the other end of the hallway started to rattle in their frames, Tristan gave up. No one could blame him, if Rory couldn't hear her door.

He entered, to find an empty room, but as he was turning to leave, he heard someone humming. It came from the bathroom. It sounded a little like Walk Like An Egyptian by the Bangles and it struck Tristan's curiosity. If Royy is humming that means she's totally uninhibited at the moment. The little boy in him and the little boy south of the border couldn't help but peak around the corner of the bathroom. With steam rolling out the top of the doorway and the bathroom as muggy as the outside would be without the air conditioning Tristan had to pause for a moment for his eyes to break through the fog. What he saw made him smile and chuckle. Rory, with her hair messily pinned up and held up out of her face with a rolled up hand towel was in the bathtub, completely surrounded by mountains and mountains of bubbles. Tristan knew she must have used at least half a bottle of his sister's jasmine bubble bath. Nothing of Rory was visible below her collar bone until her pink tipped toes shaking to the beat coming out of Rory's mp3 player. Rory's face was also covered with a facecloth but with the stalker sixth sense that everyone has at times, she felt she was being watched.

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A/N: Last scene, think Pretty Woman. Patience dear grasshopper. I am going somewhere with this.

Fallen Heart, yes I like Jensen Ackles, he is so ridiculously hot, he sets the bar so high, no man in real life can live up to it, at least no man I've met.

Furthermore, about Rory's warped and deluded perceptions…honestly, is there a single woman out there who hasn't misinterpreted information, acted on it and been embarrassed? I'd like to meet her, and study her as a potential directed studies experiment.

Nancerz, Tristan is not famous, if he was he might have been egotistical enough to check whether the press was for him. The press was for Jensen Ackles and Rory just woke up, from a twenty odd hour flight, still sleepy probably not looking her best. He just did what a gentleman would do, protect his lady.

Lonnie, sorry about the Italian Job quote mix up, I actually did not know that was the original use of the quote. I got it off memory from another fanficiton. And trust me, I feel for you. I did the international version of AP, had some physics classes at 7am…these are the hours coffee was made for.

KeitaWolf, yes "Alice" is blonde, genetics favour it, and since Rory's sending everyone into a weird place by acting weird, I guess everyone is going down the rabbit hole for a while, so chapter title is all thanks to your comparison.

P, I'm a Vancouverite born and bred, I've never travelled First class, but because of an overbook I got to travel business class once, but the flight was only 40 minutes and yes they were in the aisle.

I also think there is precedence for Rory acting like this, does Rory ever tell the guy she's interested in what's going on in her head?

To everyone else, thank you. 95 reviews ! You all are the best. Now, if I've amused you in the least or at least have you watching out for the next instalment for the further misadventures in love of Rory Gilmore and friends, press the "GO" button and feed the writer.

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