Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except maybe some future characters that I might create if I feel like it. It would be kewl if I did own something of the show, especially two certain some ones. Tristan and Jess, damn those two are hot! By the way, I might use some movie-quotes in this fic, but I don't own them, so don't sue me!
AN: The time-frame is a little different. Everything you've seen in the show has happened but at a different time. Rory is still in Chilton when Tristan returns. They're in their senior year.
Title: Back to Where It Started
Rating: PG-13, for now anyways.
Summary: Tristan is back from Military School. Let's see what happens. Trory
Chapter 5: Freak-Out Party from Hell
Sometime during the movie Tristan stretched out on the couch with Rory lying comfortably on top of him. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, holding her to him and her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. They were about halfway through the movie when Lane suddenly burst through the door, disturbing the comfortable silence in which they were watching the movie.
Rory jumped off of Tristan, while he quickly sat up on the couch. Rory looked a bit guilty, thinking her mother had her protective cap on and realized Tristan was looming around the house, alone, with her only daughter. She relaxed a little when she saw Lane, but that lasted long enough for Lane to start talking.
"Rory?" Lane yelled when she entered the house.
"Rory! You gotta help me, mom found some of my hidden CDs. She's talking to herself. She's calling me by my full name and she's talking about sending me to Bible-camp for the rest of the holiday. You have to help me out here! I don't want to go to Bible-camp, I just went there this summer and once a year is more than enough for me. I wouldn't go there at all if I had my way, but you know my mother, everything has to go her way. I can't go to Bible-camp, because than I wouldn't be able to spend the holidays with you and Lorelai and I wouldn't be able to see Dave. You have to help, because I'm seriously freaking out here!" Lane rambled until she ran out of breath.
"Lane! You have to calm down, breathe. How could she have found your CDs? You hide them where she won't look. And she never finds anything that you hide. And what was she saying about Bible-camp? She can't send you to Bible-camp again; you already went there this summer." Rory said trying to calm Lane down.
"Please, you have to help me! She's really furious! We have to get my hidden stash out of the house and hide it somewhere else, before she finds the rest. She'll kill me if she realizes that I own a copy of The Immaculate Collection and it's not about the birth of Christ or anything related to Christianity." Lane said more calmly but still freaked out. Just then did she notice Tristan sitting on the couch. "Who are you?" She asked confused, momentarily forgetting about her mother.
"That's Tristan; he went to Chilton with me for a while and then returned last Monday." Rory explained.
"Tristan? As in Evil One?" Lane asked surprised.
"One and the same apparently," Tristan chuckled. "But shouldn't you be worrying about your current predicament instead of me?" Tristan said reminding her of why she was there in the first place.
"Oh god, you're right. I have to get my things out there fast; you have to help me Rory." Lane said panicking again.
"Of course I'll help you, you know that. But how do you want to get your things out of there with Mrs. Kim present? She'll get suspicious of what we're doing and she'll never let us leave." Rory said to Lane.
"I know, I know, maybe we can sneak in and out through the window or when she's helping a customer. I don't know. All I know is that I'll be dead is she finds anything else."
"But what if there aren't any customers?" Rory asked trying to think of a way to help Lane.
"You're right, what I'm going to do if there's no one for her to help?"
"I could act as if I were a customer until you two get everything out of there," Tristan suggested.
"What?" Rory turned to look at him, surprised that he wanted to help.
"It was just a suggestion. Just forget I said anything," he said, mistaking her shock for dismissal of the idea.
"No, it's a great idea. I was just shocked that you want to help," she said quickly explaining herself.
"Of course I want to help. What do you take me for, Mary, some selfish bastard who only cares about himself?" Tristan asked hurt.
"NO! Of course not Tristan, I could never think that about you," she said and quickly kissed him before turning back to Lane.
"Okay, so we have a plan now. We have to hurry before you mother notices that you're not it your room."
"Thank you so much, Rory, I owe you," Lane said eternally grateful for their assistance.
"No problem, you would've done the same for me. Now, let's go." She grabbed Tristan by the hand and followed Lane outside and to her house.
"Don't you have to lock the door?" Tristan asked when she just pulled it close behind her and nothing more.
"Stars Hollow has a very low crime-rate." Lane explained. "No one locks their house around here."
"Yea, but it's still dangerous if something does happen." He said slightly worried.
"If you must know, we have the Stars Hollow Hotline also known as the Gossip Grapevine and it's worse than the halls at Chilton. If something happens in this town, everyone would know about within 5 to 10 minutes thanks to our local gossip queens Miss Patty, Babette and Taylor." Rory said when she saw the worries written on his face. "For example, about a minute after your arrived in Stars Hollow, Miss Patty was on the phone talking to Babette, who called Taylor after that, who called Andrew, who called Jackson and that goes on and on until the entire town knows it."
By now they had almost reached Lane's house and stopped just before they got to the front of it. "So, you'll distract Mrs. Kim by pretending to be a customer who's extremely interested in antiques while we get everything incriminating out of the house through the window. Lane will walk downstairs when we're done to let you know that you can go. I'll be at the gazebo, just meet me there."
Tristan walked to front of the house and entered the house, while Rory and Lane walked to the tree underneath Lane's window. They quickly climbed it and went through the window into Lane's room.
"I already found some boxes before I came to you, so I guess we should start with packing all the CDs under the floorboards." Lane said while grabbing the empty boxes. They opened the floorboards and packed the CDs as fast as possible. After that they moved on to the CDs and books that were hidden in the closet. Soon all the boxes were full and ready to be shipped to Rory's house.
"So, we've packed all your CDs and books, but we still have all your junk food left and the rest of what's still in your closet. I think we should take these boxes away before we get what's left. I have some empty boxes left at my house that we can use for that, besides that would take the most incriminating things out of your room. We can put them in the gazebo for now, the faster we get this out of here the better. We can get the boxes from my place to pack everything else after that and take that to the gazebo as well. Then you can go downstairs to let Tristan know we're done and he can help us get everything from the gazebo to my house." Rory said grabbing a box and carrying it to the window while Lane did the same.
About 15 minutes later, they had all the boxes on the ground. The distance to the gazebo was very short and with only 5 boxes, it only took them three short trips to get the boxes there. They ran to Rory's place to get the remaining empty boxes to Lane's room to get the rest of her things.
Meanwhile inside the Kim house, Tristan was trying to distract Mrs. Kim from what was going on upstairs.
The first thing he heard when he walked into the house was "You break, you buy. I'll be right there". He assumed it was Mrs. Kim, so he just looked at all the stuff while he waited for her.
"Well, I was wondering if you could help me pick out something for my mother's birthday." Tristan asked politely when he saw Mrs. Kim walking towards him.
"I offer lots of stuff that can be used as birthday presents." Mrs. Kim said with pride.
"Do you have any suggestions?" He smiled at her.
"We have vases and urns. Turn of the century pottery. I do not sell to casual looker." She said in suspicion.
"I understand." Tristan replied. He was a little perturbed at what he got himself into just to be with Rory.
"What does your mother like?" Mrs. Kim inquired.
"Ah, I really don't know." He answered honestly.
"You are wasting my time." Mrs. Kim said succinctly. "I will have to ask you to leave."
"Leave?" Tristan panicked. "But I need to get something for her that's… special."
"Special?" She responded quizzically.
"Different," Tristan led her on. He walked towards a well-polished china cabinet. He eyed a china pattern that looked feminine.
"Different, good." Mrs Kim agreed.
"What do you have in jewelry?" He asked.
"I have Indian, French art deco, Greek. You interested?" She asked.
Tristan followed the short lady to a corner of the store. She showed him different pieces of jewelry, from brooches to toe rings. He was rather impressed with the collection she had stashed away.
"What is this?" He picked up a simple but delicate necklace with three stone-like pieces suspended on a gold chain.
"Russian, amber necklace. Dated back as early as 1910. Honey colour of this size and shape rare. For you I give six hundred dollars," She said.
"Six? That's highway robbery!" He exclaimed.
"Not highway robbery. Necklace is appraised by Cartier, gold, fourteen carat. You get no better price," She pointed out.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Rory and Lane walking towards the gazebo, both carrying boxes. He quickly turned his attention back to Mrs. Kim.
"Do you have any other necklaces that are not as expensive as this one?" He asked so that she would turn back to the jewellery and wouldn't notice Rory and Lane sneaking in and out of the house.
"Why? You don't appreciate your mother, she not worthy of wearing good jewelry?" Mrs. Kim asked getting annoyed. "You should be more respectful."
"No, no, of course she deserves to wear nice jewelry. I just don't have that much money on me." He explained quickly.
"We take credit card too." Mrs. Kim said hoping to sell the necklace to him.
"How about four hundred dollars?" He haggled.
"Five seventy-five" She wrangled.
"Four fifty" He countered.
"Five fifty, no lower, I pay tax." She offered.
He was about to give in when he saw Rory and Lane running back to the house with empty boxes. He realised they hadn't packed everything yet, so he had to continue stalling Mrs. Kim to make sure they got the rest out of the house unnoticed. He was about to say something when a thump was heard from upstairs.
"You hear that?" She asked him.
"Hear what? I didn't hear anything."
"Hmm…Of course not, you young people with your loud music. It ruins your ears, no wonder you not hear it." Mrs. Kim said annoyed.
"Do you have any bracelets?" Tristan asked quickly to turn her attention to something else than what was going on upstairs.
After what seemed like hours, but were in fact only 20 minutes, everything was packed and out of the house without Mrs. Kim knowing what happened upstairs. After much bargaining and haggling, Tristan bought a bracelet with the intention of giving it to Rory some day. Mrs. Kim was wrapping it up when Lane came down the stairs signalling him that everything had been moved out of the house.
"Pleasure doing business, please come again." Mrs. Kim said as she handed him the bracelet. He smiled at Lane as he walked out to meet up with Rory at the gazebo.
AN: I know it's been a very, very long time since I updated and apologize for that, but I was in my senior year with nothing but tests and finals, so I was busy with and with work. And not knowing what to write might have played a part in the delayed update. I got myself some help with the writing and ideas and everything, so hopefully I'll finish a fic for once. Thnx a lot to Season 4.5 who helped so much with continuing this fic!