One Night's Mistake
By: RoxyRoo
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.
AN: Thanks once again for all your great reviews!
Chapter Eleven
"Are you almost done?" Tristan hollered down the hall. He was lounging on the couch flipping through channels on the television, as he waited for Rory to finish getting ready. It was Friday night, and they were getting ready to go to their wedding reception at her grandparents.
"Just hold on," Rory hollered back, putting the finishing touches on her hair, before using hair spray to hold it in place. She shook her head at how impatient he was. They had been married for a week now, however because of the demands of his job, had not seen each other much in the last week, since they went to the dinner at her grandparents. He was always gone by the time she got up to leave for her classes. However every morning that she would go out there to the kitchen, she would find two coffees sitting there waiting for her. He usually worked late most nights she found out, however had left the office early for this night. He had informed her that he would not be working at all this weekend. Rory had smiled at that, and told him they need to do something together, which he had agreed.
However that would have to wait until Saturday and Sunday, as tonight was the wedding reception.
Rory smiled at her reflection, touching up her make up, before she grabbed her purse and left her room.
Tristan glanced up as she entered the living room, feeling his breathe catch in his throat at the pure beauty of her. She had a simple dress on, a dark navy blue spaghetti strap, which brought out the blue in her eyes. It fell just above her knees. She had her hair up in a bun, with a few pieces hanging down, curling around her face.
"Wow, you look great," Tristan choked out, trying to get his composure back, as he stood.
"Thank you, " Rory smiled. "You don't look so bad neither, Mr. Dugrey."
Tristan smirked, then offered his arm to her. "Well, shall we Mrs. Dugrey?"
Rory linked her arm with his, as they left the apartment together.
-
"Hey there sweets," Lorelai said that night, giving her a hug. She then hugged Tristan.
"Hi Rory, you look nice," Luke said shyly, giving her an akward hug.
"Thanks Luke," Rory smiled. "This is Tristan. Tris, this is my future step-dad, Luke Danes."
"Nice to meet you," Tristan said sticking his hand out.
"Yeah, you too," Luke said coldly, glaring at him as they shook hands.
"Rory, Tristan! Over here, I have some people for you two to meet," Emily called.
Rory rolled her eyes. "I guess we'll talk to you two later." She then grabbed Tristan's hand, leading him through people, to where her grandmother was.
"You need to lighten up a bit," Lorelai said once they were gone. "Tristan's a good boy."
"What do you mean?" Luke asked confused.
"I saw that death grip you gave his hand," Lorelai said with a raised eyebrow. "You were also glaring at him, as if at any minute you were going to kill him."
"I was not," Luke defended himself. "Plus he gave the grip back just as much!"
Lorelai shook her head.
"Excuse me, are you Rory's mom?"
Lorelai looked up to see a girl with dark hair a blue eyes standing there.
"Yes..." Lorelai answered tentatively. "And you are?"
"Abigail Dugrey, Tristan's sister," the girl explained.
"Oh hi, nice to meet you," Lorelai smiled. Rory had told her about how lively Tristan's little sister was.
"Do you mind if I talk to you privately?" Abigail asked. "Away from other people?"
"About what?" Lorelai asked curiously.
"That's private," Abigail answered, eyeing Luke.
"Go ahead, I'll just go get a drink," Luke said, taking the hint and excusing himself.
"Come with me," Abigail said leading Lorelai to her father's study.
"Okay, so what is this all about?" Lorelai asked curiously, once they were alone.
"You know the truth about my brother and Rory, correct?" Abigail asked.
"Yes..." Lorelai answered, raising an eyebrow.
"I like Rory, I think she's good for Tristan" Abigail explained. "However they're set on ending this marriage before a year is up. But I have seen how my brother looks at Rory."
Lorelai nodded her head, as she too had seen it. "Go on."
"Living in close quarters together, something is bound to happen," Abigail said. "However I don't know how long it will take the two of them to figure it out on their own..."
"And you need me for?"
"I need your help for them to see that they do actually care for each other before it's too late. Are you in?"
Lorelai sat there starring at Abigail for a moment before smiling. "I'm in."
-
"Hey Paris," Rory smiled, hugging her friend. "Hey Doyle."
"Hello Gilmore," Doyle said eyeing Tristan.
"Hey Paris, long time no see," Tristan smiled.
"Dugrey," Paris said coldly.
"Well, we were just on our way to get something to eat," Doyle explained as they continued on, before Paris could say something she would regret. "Congratulations you two."
"What was with her?" Tristan asked confused.
"I think she's still mad at you for making her be Romeo back at Chilton," Rory explained.
"Paris was Romeo?" Tristan laughed.
"It's not funny," Rory complained, slapping his arm lightly.
"Wish I had stuck around awhile later, so I could've seen it," Tristan smirked.
"Well, if you did that, then YOU would have been Romeo," Rory said, poking him in the stomach.
"Yeah, but I think Paris probably did a better job."
Rory rolled her eyes before walking off.
"Come on Mary, admit it, it is sort of funny," Tristan said as he followed her, catching her hand, to turn her around, his arm loosely around her waist.
Rory turned around and smirked at him. She opened her mouth to say something, but someone else interrupted her.
"Hello Tristan."
Rory closed her mouth and looked to where the female voice came from. A blonde woman was standing there looking at Tristan seductively.
Rory was surprise as Tristan pulled her close to him, almost protectively.
"Hi," Tristan said quietly. "David here?"
"No, he's in Europe on business. Your mother invited me," the woman explained.
Tristan nodded his head, in understanding. Sounded like something his mom would do.
"So I see someone finally was able to snag you away from bachelor hood," the woman said as she eyed Rory closely.
Tristan's grip tightened around Rory's waist, causing her to look up at him. She had never seen his eyes look so cold, distant before. She looked back at the woman.
"Rory Gilmore-Dugrey," Rory said, sticking her hand out.
"Alisha Davenport," the woman said shaking her hand. She then eyed Tristan before saying, "I'll see you two around."
Tristan sighed as he watched her walk off, loosening his grip around Rory.
"So..." Rory trailed off. "That's the ex?"
"That's the ex," Tristan said, as he looked down at her, his eyes softening a bit, but still guarded.
Rory squeezed his hand, knowing he would talk about it when he felt like it.
"Come on, let's go get something to drink," Rory said, leading him to the bar. "Be glad my grandma is not having 'Rory's' served here..."
"Rory's," Tristan asked confused, a hint of a smirk coming back to his face.
"A drink she had made up for my 21st birthday, it was nasty," Rory explained, glad that he was slowly coming back to his regular self.
"Tristan!"
Tristan turned around just in time to catch Abigail in his arms.
"Hey, where have you been hiding this last week?" Tristan asked, once he let her out of his embrace.
"Well," Abigail said eyeing Rory. "I figured you 'newlyweds' would like some alone time, if you know what I mean..."
Tristan rolled his eyes.
"Plus my room was taken over," Abigail added in a lower voice.
"The couch has your name written all over it," Tristan offered jokingly, before turning serious. "Seriously, just because things have changed at my place, that does not mean they have changed between us. I still expect you to be treating my place like you live there part time as you were before all of this."
"I know," Abigail said. "Don't worry, I'll be there if I need to."
Rory smiled at the relationship the two of them had together. It had her wishing her little sister Gigi lived closer for her to see more often.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here, doll?"
Rory looked up to see Finn with his eyes on Abigail.
"Finn," Rory said in a warning voice.
"Well hello there love, no need to be jealous," Finn said giving her a quick hug. "Dugrey."
Tristan shook hands with him. He remembered him from the group of guys that Logan always hung around with.
"Did Colin come?" Rory asked.
"Sorry love," Finn apologized. "But he refers to you as the enemy." Finn then looked around like it was a big secret. "No one knows I'm here. If Logan or Colin ask, I was here just as a spy. That and the open bar."
Finn then walked off to the bar.
Rory shook her head. "That Finn."
"He's always been quite the character," Tristan laughed as they watch him try to pick up the bartender, unsuccessfully.
"I love his accent," Abigail said dreamily.
Tristan narrowed his eyes down at her. "No. No way Abby."
Abigail looked up at him and glared at him. "Butt out Trissy, or I'll tell Rory where she can find more of your Orlando Bloom collection."
Tristan's jaw dropped, as his face started heating up. "For one more time, the Orlando stuff is not mine!"
"Sure Tristan, we believe you," Rory said with a roll of her eyes, patting his chest as her and Abigail walked off.
"It's the truth!" Tristan said loudly, causing several people to look at him.
-
"Hey sweets, we're getting ready to head out," Lorelai said later that evening, coming over to Rory and Tristan to say goodbye.
"Alright, thanks for coming," Rory said, hugging both her mom and Luke.
"Hey, how about you two come over for dinner tomorrow night?" Lorelai asked.
"Are you sure?" Rory asked worriedly, eyeing Luke. She did not want what happened when her and Dean double dated with Luke and Lorelai to happen again.
"I'll make sure he behaves," Lorelai said in a low voice.
Rory looked over at Tristan. "You want to?"
"Sure, sounds fun," Tristan said smiling down at her. "I've never really seen your town, other than that night we were practicing for 'Romeo and Juliet'."
Rory smiled back, before turning to her mom. "Sure we'll be there."
"Oh, and um, just to let you know, if you decide to parade pretty boy here around the streets..." Lorelai trailed off.
Rory rolled her eyes. "I know, the whole town will talk..."
"Actually, it's too late," Lorelai said bowing her head in defeat.
"What? They know?" Rory asked panicked.
"Someone got a hold of the paper..."
Rory rolled her eyes again. "Great. Just great."
"It's not that bad, it's just that they are all anxious to meet the new boy, and they sort of told me to tell you to bring him home..."
"The whole reason for inviting us for dinner?" Rory asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Exactly," Lorelai said with a smile, glad her point finally got across.
"Fine, we'll be in town tomorrow afternoon..." Rory said in defeat.
"Good, we will see you two then," Lorelai said, hugging both of them again before leaving.
"Your mom is crazy," Tristan said shaking his head with a smirk on his face.
"You have not seen crazy until you meet my town..." Rory said watching her mom making a speedy get away, wondering what she had up her sleeve.
Lorelai grabbed Luke as she left quickly before she could get in any trouble. She did not want Rory to find out the real reason for wanting her to bring Tristan home. Rory would never have to know who exactly was the one who gave the small town the paper. The town might not know about the marriage quite yet, however by tomorrow afternoon when Rory shows up with Tristan, Lorelai would make sure everyone knew who exactly Tristan was.
Phase one of 'Project Joseph and Mary' was about to be put into action.