1One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summery: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I have the next two chapters already written. It matters how much time I have this weekend for when they will be posted, as I'm not going to be home much with Thanksgiving and other stuff. Hope you guys like this new chapter, and make sure to review!

Chapter Two

Rory blinked her eyes as consciousness came back to her. She found herself lying on the bed. She looked up to see Tristan looking down at her with a worried look.

"Are you okay?" Tristan asked, putting a hand to her cheek.

Rory nodded her head numbly, to afraid to speak. "What are we going to do?" she asked worriedly, as tears started to fall down her face.

Tristan looked away, letting his hand fall from her face. "We can get it annulled. No one ever has to know."

"Really?" Rory asked, feeling relief fall over her. She started to sit up. "You know, I think I would like that coffee now."

Tristan chuckled to himself. "There's a place next door that has good coffee, so how about you sit here, and I'll go get it real quick. Alright?"

"Alright," Rory said, smiling for the first time that day.

"I'll be back in five," Tristan said getting off the bed and heading to the door.

Once the door shut behind him, Rory slowly slid off the bed. She went over to the table where the marriage certificate lied. She picked it up looking it over. It look official enough. She glanced at her left hand, seeing the toy ring. She chuckled to herself when she saw it had lip gloss in it. It was a ring her mother would love.

Rory looked up at the door as Tristan came through the door holding a tray with two coffees. He bent down to pick up a complimentary newspaper that the hotel maids left at their door, before coming in.

"Hey," Tristan smiled, throwing the paper on the bed, then handing Rory a coffee. He watched amused as she breathed it in before sipping from it. He then pulled a box of aspirin out of his pocket and handed it to her. "This should help with the headache. Got it down in the gift shop."

"Thanks," Rory murmured, quickly taking it out of it's packaging, and dry swallowing it.

"So how do we go about getting this marriage annulled?" Rory asked after feeling the caffeine start to kick in.

"We can head down to the court house and get it started today," Tristan said with a shrug of his shoulders.

It was then that the sounds of "Tubthumping" by Chumba Wumba started playing. Rory's head went up as she followed the sound to behind the chair, where her purse had been thrown the night before. She grabbed it, pulling out her cell phone.

"Hello," Rory said, "What? Slow down... How do you know?" Tristan watched concern as he saw Rory's face drain of all color. "Umm... I'm gonna have to call you back, I'm unable to talk right now... You're breaking up on me..." Rory quickly snapped her phone shut, looking up at Tristan with a terrified expression. "They know..."

"What? Who knows?"

"That was my grandmother... she called me to chew me out for not letting her know about the wedding..."

"What? How did she find out?"

"She said it was in the newspaper..." Rory trailed off, as her eyes landed on the paper that had been tossed on the bed. Tristan immediately grabbed it, opening it.

"Dammit!" he swore as he saw the picture on the front page. He handed it to Rory.

'Hartford elite families united with the marriage of Tristan J. Dugrey and Lorelai L. Gilmore last night at the Hartford courthouse'

Under the captioned was a picture of them coming out of the Hartford courthouse, holding hands, looking at each other with huge grins on their faces.

"Oh no, oh no," Rory kept repeating, as she sat on the bed rocking herself.

"Mary," Tristan said, kneeling in front of her. "Mary, look at me. It's going to be alright, we'll get through this. Is there anything you want me to get or do for you?"

"Coffee," Rory almost shrieked. Tristan grabbed her abandon cup from the table. Once he discovered it empty, he grabbed his which he had only had a couple of sips out of. As he handed it to her, she looked up at him, into his eyes, as tears ran down her face. "What are we going to do? It's going to kill my grandparents not to mention my mother, with the fact that I got married without telling any of them. But then to immediately get it annulled right after? To have to explain to them, to everyone that we only got married because we were both too drunk to realize what we were doing?"

"I know, mine are not going to be too happy either..." Tristan trailed off.

"Do we have to tell them?" Rory asked hopefully.

"What?" Tristan asked confused.

"What if we stay married? Just for the sakes of our family, and six months to a year from now we get divorced? I've put my family through a lot in the last year, I don't know if I'll be able to explain this one to them..." Rory said.

"Rory," Tristan said, using her real name, "Are you sure you want to do this? I'm in if you want, but you have to be 100 sure if you want to do this?"

Rory starred at the ground for a moment, before looking up into his eyes. "Yes. I want to do this. I want to remain married for the sakes of our families."

"Wait, didn't you mention a boyfriend?" Tristan asked, remembering from earlier.

"Logan," Rory gasped, fear coming in her eyes, then sadness as she shook her head, remembering the day before. "I don't think we would've been together much longer... Technically we did break up, we do that a lot, then get back together... but in the end, I don't think we'll be together... His family doesn't like me."

Tristan looked at her shocked. "Doesn't like you? What's there not to like?"

Rory looked up into his eyes expecting to see him smirking as usual, but saw a sincere smile on his face. She smiled back, blushing. "You don't know his family..."

"What's his last name?"

"Huntzberger."

Tristan looked at her in shock. "Your boyfriend is Logan Huntzberger? Ahh, now I understand. Don't worry, their family doesn't like many people." Tristan winked at her.

"How do you know the Huntzberger's?" Rory asked confused drawing her eyebrows together.

"From the many parties my family has dragged me to over the years. Logan and his crew were always at them too, usually trying to take advantage of the free booze," Tristan said thoughtfully, thinking back. "Haven't seen him since before I got shipped off to military school though. I think I heard somewhere he crashed his boat or something?" Tristan paused looking at her. "Are you sure you want to do this still?"

Rory looked up at him setting her shoulders, and looked him straight in the eye. "Yes, I want to do this."