One 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: Wow, wow, wow, you guys are awesome! I have over 90 reviews already! Anyways, a few of you have mentioned about the other stories like mine that I mentioned, wondering about them. They are both crossovers, which is why I still posted mine, as it has been an idea I have had for awhile, and I thought it was funny to be both Rory and Tristan waking up together. Yes, this is a Trory story, it will not be a Rogan... maybe a Trogan... hehe. Anyways, I love Tristan too much to make it a Rogan. Is it wrong of me to hope that OTH gets cancelled just so CMM can come back as Tristan?

Chapter Seven

The next morning Rory slowly walked out of her room, tugging her bathrobe tightly around has as she sniffed the air. "Do I smell coffee?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen where Tristan sat at the breakfast nook on a bar stool dressed in a business suit.

He looked up from his paper, smirking. "Knew it was only a matter of time before that brought you out." He waved his hand towards the coffee and doughnuts sitting on the counter. "Help yourself, I just got back a couple minutes ago from picking them up. You didn't come out last night, so I figured you would be hungry."

"Sorry," Rory said softly, as she held a coffee, fingering the lid on top.

"No apology needed," Tristan dismissed her earlier actions. He glanced at his watch. "I'm going to have to get going soon. I have to head over to my parents, who want to have a 'talk' with me, then have to stop at my office real quick. Before all of that, I still have to pick up a wedding ring. Hope you don't mind, but my mom wants a dinner tonight, so my family can 'get to know you'."

"That's fine," Rory said, through a mouthful of her glazed doughnut. "My grandma is going to be wanting a dinner most likely too..."

"Sounds fun," Tristan said sarcastically, rubbing his hands together. "Dinner at the Gilmore house. However, your grandfather loved me, if I remember right."

Rory narrowed her eyes at him. "He liked my father too... Until he got my mom pregnant with me."

Tristan's face fell. "Well, I guess I'll just have to charm my way with them... They didn't like Logan, did they? Maybe they'll just be glad you're not with that playboy anymore?"

"My grandparents loved Logan," Rory said with a smug grin.

If it was possible, his face fell more. "Well, then... How about your mom? Or dad?"

"Actually, my mom wasn't too fond of him, and I'm sure my dad wasn't also..." Rory trailed off looking away, as her cheeks heated up. "Both of their's and my step-dad-to-be's first time meeting him, wasn't quite the best time..."

Tristan smirked at her blush, only able to guess what it might have been. "Well, I guess I'll just have to win over your parents, if I can't get to your grandparents. Will they be at the dinner too then?"

"First off, my mom knows everything that happened," Rory said starring at him. "So I doubt you have made the best impression on her. Especially since your nickname in my house back in high school was 'Spawn of Satan'. She'll probably be there, Luke, her fiancé might be there too. However I doubt it, as he likes to avoid my grandparents like the plague"

"Aww, Mary, I'm touched, you really nicknamed me," Tristan said with a hand to his heart.

Rory shook her head. "I knew it was only a matter of time before that Tristan reared his ugly head," she mumbled.

"Excuse me, did I just hear you call me ugly?" Tristan asked with mock hurt. "Is that anyway to talk to your husband?"

Rory rolled her eyes. She then noticed what he was wearing. "You look pretty spiffy. Do you always dress up for dropping by your parents' house?"

"Really, you think I look good?" Tristan asked cockily, causing Rory to roll her eyes again. Tristan chuckled. "I have to dress like this. Also, since I'm going by the office, I have to have a suit on."

"What do you do?" Rory asked curiously, taking another bite of her doughnut.

"In training to take over 'Dugrey Enterprises'," Tristan said dully, with a roll of his eyes.

"What about school?"

"Finished," Tristan said. "In military school I took some advance classes like running start to get ahead. Then I attended Princeton for the last two years. Just graduated last year, so this year I'm getting my 'real' training by being in the office."

"Was it hard being away from your family when you went to military school?

"Not really... I'm not exactly that close with my parents. I did miss Abby though, as no matter what she says, we are really close," he smirked. He looked at his watch again. "I better get going, don't want to be late for hell."

Rory smiled. "It won't be that bad."

Tristan looked at her squarely, you haven't met Edward and Charletta Dugrey yet."

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I haven't turned on my phone since yesterday, so I know there's going to be a ton a of messages on it. Plus I have to call my grandma," Rory said as she grabbed another doughnut, and what was left of Tristan's coffee, before walking back to her room.

"Hey! That was mine!" Tristan hollered after her.

Rory turned around with a smirk that was close to mirroring one of his. "Didn't you hear? We're married, meaning everything that's yours is mine." With that she walked into her room, shutting the door.

Tristan grinned widely shaking his head, before grabbing his keys and cell phone before leaving the apartment to go to his parents, or as he liked to call it, hell.

Rory sat down on her bed, setting her coffee and doughnut on the end table by it. She grabbed her cell phone, which was also setting on it, flipping it on. She groaned at the amount of messages it showed. She put the phone to her ear as she had the messages play.

"Rory! How dare you hang up on me! What happened with you and Logan? You never told us you were dating Tristan Dugrey!" her grandmother paused from her rant, letting out a sigh. She then spoke calmly. "You must call me back as soon as possible, so we can arrange for you and Tristan to come for dinner. Also, next Friday we will be holding a wedding reception here for you two. I have already talked to Tristan's mother, and got the plans going for it."

Rory rolled her eyes as a few other messages from other various people played, including a couple of long rants from her mother, from before she got home, and a couple more from her grandmother.

"Rory, love," a message from Finn started playing. "Logan is here, and he's in a bad way... He said something about you being married... to a Dugrey? Is that Tristan Dugrey? Man, haven't heard that name in ages since the mate got shipped off to military school. Poor chap. Anyways, love, I know you, and know you're not the type to rush into something like that... So can you call me back and tell me that Logan is crazy? Whatever dumbass thing he did this time, he'll make up to you. Just give the mate a chance. Alright, I'll talk to you later love."

Rory shook her head as the rest played. As the messages finally came to the end, her phone started to ring. She jumped, afraid to answer until she saw the caller id said the Dragonfly Inn's number.

"Hello," Rory said tentatively.

"Hello prodigal daughter," Lorelai greeted.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Hello mommy dearest."

"Are you being sarcastic with mommy? After going through 24 hours of labor and all the stuff you put me through, show some respect kid."

"Mom," Rory said. "You were only in labor with me for 3 hours."

Lorelai was silent for a moment. "That's besides the point! I still carried you inside of me for 9 months! And pushed you out of my butt! Which is very cute might I add. Does that not mean anything to you? You gave me swelled ankles and a balloon stomach!"

Rory rolled her eyes again. "Is there a point to this call?"

"Yes, there is," Lorelai said. "Your grandma called me, which thanks by the way, because she could not get a hold of you, and you will not return her calls."

"I have had my phone off, because I did not want to talk to anyone," Rory explained. "I just turned it on and was listening to all the messages."

"Well, anyways, I had to listen to your grandma for an hour, did I thank you yet? Going on about how Charletta Dugrey has already talked to Tristan and you two were going to his family's for dinner tonight, but could she get her granddaughter to be bothered to return a call? No. She says you two are to come to dinner tomorrow night, and she will disown you if you don't show up. Well, I might have added in the whole disown part, but she did say that under no circumstance will you two back out on this."

"Fine," Rory sighed. "Did you know that she's planning a wedding reception on Friday night? And she's already talked to Tristan's mom? I haven't even met his family yet."

"So... How did the first night go?" Lorelai asked, changing the subject.

"Logan showed up..." Rory trailed off.

"Ohh, I need some popcorn, what happened? Did him and Tristan get in a fist fight for your affections?" Lorelai asked eagerly.

Rory rolled her eyes. "No, I just told Logan I'm tired of trying to make us work, and this time it's over for good."

"No fight?" Lorelai asked disappointed.

"Mom!" Rory laughed.

"Ow!" Lorelai yelped. "Um, I have to go, Michael is poking me with a sharp object. Love you prodigal daughter."

"Mom!" Rory said shaking her head as her mom hung up.

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For those of you that have asked for some "Finness" (as one of you called it ;), there's a little bit to hold you over. As a few of you have asked for it, I will work him into some later chapters. Just be patient. Now, it's time for you all to review! I don't think you guys realize how addicted you have made me to reviews... -Roxy