Disclaimer: I do not own anything which is actually quite sad. Poor little me.

A/N: Sorry it took so long but school is kicking my ass. And you probably don't care you just want the story. So without further ado I give you another chapter.

History: Ok everything that happened in season one basically happened except Dean didn't tell Rory he loved her. This story picks up on the day after the three month anniversary date. Rory has been realizing Tristan more and more which will lead this story to be a MAJOR Trory because I am addicted. Oh and Rory will be a little slight bit OOC because well you'll see and she'll be able to play the piano and sing so yeah. Happy reading and reviews are fanflippingtabulous if you ask me. Toodles!

Good Catch

"Dean, hi." Rory had the fake smile on her face that usually only came out for her grandparents social engagements. Sparkling, yet void of any real meaning.

"Hey." Dean leaned down and pecked Rory on the lips. It took a great amount of willpower for Rory not to let out a frustrated sigh. There was nothing there for her. No butterflies and as cheesy as it sounds, no fireworks.

Rory gave her mom a weak smile and walked out the door to Dean's car. The drive was long and agonizingly boring. Rory could think of nothing but the blue eyes which haunted her.

'I'm an idiot. A big Grade A idiot. I'm bad. Baa-aaad Rory.'

Dean was blissfully unaware of Rory's internal battle of Dean or Tristan and the drive was completed in silence. When they parked in the front of the house Rory was amazed at how many people were in that castle of a house. Rory and Dean walked up to the house and Madeline spotted them immediately.

"Rory!" Madeline squealed. "You're here with… who are you?"

"Oh, Madeline this is Dean."

"Her boyfriend." Dean spoke loudly with a possessive air. Rory was disgruntled by the fact that Dean had to announce that fact, well that and the fact that she had spotted Tristan across the room. When blue locked on blue Rory looked away and if his gaze could burn and who knows maybe it could. Tristan smirked when he saw the ever famous blush crawl its way onto her porcelain cheeks but he quickly grew angry because Bag-boy decided to come with her.

Across the room Rory was feeling claustrophobic because of the music and as usual Dean was acting possessive; shock there.

"Dean, do you think you could get me something to drink while I go sit in another room? I'm not feeling well."

"Sure." Dean walked away without a second thought. Glad to be away from Dean Rory went into another room and took out her book. She soon became lost in the world on Anita Blake masterfully created by Laurell K. Hamilton. About half an hour went by before Rory was jolted from her book by none other than Summer and Tristan and their loud bickering. She knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help but listen.

"Summer? What were you doing locked in a bathroom with him? You're my girlfriend." Tristan was speaking loudly and was just shy of yelling.

Summer being as clueless as ever answered with, "well he was fun and really tall."

"You were in there with Bag-boy." This definitely caught Rory's attention. Rory stood up and tapped Tristan on the shoulder.

"I'm sorry to interrupt this week's episode of As Chilton Turns but what did you just say?" Tristan stood their mentally berating himself for bringing the fight to where Rory was. His silence was answer enough for Rory. She stalked through the crows and found Dean at the drink table. She tapped his arm and spoke in a sugary sweet voice.

"Dean, sweetie. How long does it take to get one measly little drink?" Then Rory pretended to look like she thought of something else. "Or maybe you found something a little more entertaining." Rory dropped the sweet act and her eyes turned cold as ice. "You had the balls to cheat on me and you didn't think I would find out? Well, guess what. I found out. We're over, go screw you're new whore." Then she picked up a glass of punch and poured it over his head. Then for good measure she kicked him in the shin and left Dean to sulk.

Tristan couldn't believe what had just happened. His Mary had dumped that loser Bag-boy; suddenly Summer cheating on him didn't seem so bad now. He went in search of Rory.

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Rory walked away feeling as if an enormous weight lifted from her shoulders but those damn blue eyes haunted her. Rory looked into a room and was thankful that it was empty and had a piano. Rory was thankful that she could play things that she had written and was able to get things off her chest. She sat down at the piano and thought for a second before beginning. Little did she know that Tristan was standing in the doorway listening.

I'm here today

Gone tomorrow

A blue-eyed smirk

A thought or two can bring such sorrow

'Smirk? Wait… me? Nah it couldn't be could it?'

Each day you came back

Like a moth to a flame

I fell without knowing

Did you fall too?

I need to fly

Just spread my wings and leap

Away from thought today

Just take me away

Lets just run away

You and me forever

One day we'll come back

How 'bout the twelve of never?

We'll get lost in love

We'll just fly away

Over the ocean and over the grass

Let's live the life day-to-day

Just give me stars and the moon

And an eternity of love

Can you promise me this?

Or is it left to those above

Rory and Tristan's eyes meet and she knows the perfect verse to say what she feels.

Because you're here

When no one is around

I hope you'll catch me

Before I hit the ground

As Rory finished she was extremely nervous; she had just put her heart out on the line. Tristan was speechless and he had no idea how to formulate any words to speak his mind. He then decided that actions were much more fun than words. He strode across the room to where Rory was standing and crushed his lips to hers. As his lips moved against her the fireworks went off and they could feel their knees growing weak. When breathing became a necessity they both reluctantly pulled apart and rested their foreheads against eachothers.

In a breathless whisper Rory said, "Good catch." Tristan let out a husky chuckle.

"Does this mean Mary wants to be my girlfriend?"

"Well that all depends on whether or not Bible-boy wants to be my boyfriend and if you always kiss me like that."

"I think that can be arranged and Bible-boy?" He asked with a questioning look.

"Good and if you insist on calling me Mary then you, my dear, are Bible-boy."

"Okay. Odd, but okay."

Rory became overwhelmed as the thought of possibly being a mere conquest popped into her head.

"Tristan," Rory nearly whispered. Tristan became scared because he finally got what he wanted and could love.

"Yeah."

"Am I just another conquest to you cause I am not that kind of girl. I am not reenacting that line in Sugar we're going down. I don't want to be a notch in your bedpost and I sure as hell don't want you to be another line in a song. So, please answer my question." Tristan sighed and walked over to sit on the piano bench.

"You were at first but then I found myself noticing you little quirks or wondering what book you're reading and what made you laugh. You became more than a conquest." As Tristan thought about what he said he knew it was all true no matter how sappy it sounded. 'Well than call me Maple syrup,' he thought with a smirk.

Rory was floored by what he said and was incredibly glad. She grinned and sat down next to Tristan.

"Thank you, now raise your right hand." She grabbed his hand and held it up.

"What are you doing?"

"Shh and repeat after me. I, Tristan Dugrey do solemnly swear." Tristan raised an eyebrow and repeated what she said. "To always give Rory the straight scoop, to never ever cheat and to shower her with coffee." As Tristan repeated everything he said he grinned and knew that his girlfriend was absolutely insane but he loved every minute of it. Rory then did the same thing for herself and finished with a grin. They shared a quick kiss. Tristan then put his fingers to the piano and started playing the song The Stars and the Moon. Rory was moved by the fact that he remembered that line from her song and by how beautiful his voice was. She hoped he never sang for anyone but her. When he finished Rory was in awe.

"Yeah but I don't want the stars or the moon. I just want you." She whispered.

"That's good because that's all I want too." They shared one kiss of many more to come.

A/N: I don't know if I should end it there. Feedback would be dandy. And the song that Rory sang is written by lil ole' me. Reviews please, look at that pretty lil button it really wants to be pushed.