The Rock

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: He was known as being rock hard with his emotions. No one was ever able to get through. But what happens when the one who did get through was the girl he was hired to kidnap? Trory AU.

Please note that this is an AU. Tristan never went to Chilton, so they do not know each other. He is about 20 years old, where as Rory is 17 years old and a senior in high school.

AN: Wow! Thank you for all the reviews for the last chapter! Now, as your guys' treat for being such good reviewers, here's the next chapter quicker! (See what reviewing gets you?)

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Chapter Four

Rory sighed as she placed the two of diamonds on the three of spades. Who knew that playing so many games of solitaire was almost worst than being bored to death? It was day four of being stuck alone in this room. The silence was getting to her. It was just too quiet, and eerie. She could occasionally hear a loud yell and shouting from upstairs, which always caused her to jump. It frightened her too. She had thought that it was just TJ here, she did not know that there was someone else. Who was in charge? TJ or this mystery person? She hoped it was TJ, however as he was the one bringing her food, she figured it was likely he was not.

Rory was about to give up on her game of cards and try going back to doing a crossword puzzle when the door open. Ah, lunch. One of the few things she could count on in here.

She gathered up all of her cards, as he set the tray down.

"Want to join me in a game of speed?" Rory asked, not thinking first.

He looked down at her in surprise.

"It's just a tad bit boring in here," Rory quickly explained, looking down at the cards.

"What about the books?"

"Finished them already," Rory sighed, as she shuffled the cards. She knew that she really should have paced herself with the books.

TJ raised an eyebrow in surprise at that, even though you could not tell through the stocking hat. He then chuckled. She really was a book worm.

TJ looked towards the door, before turning the extra chair around to sit in it backwards, with his arms resting on the back part of it. Rory started to deal out the cards.

Rory noticed him scratch his neck where the stocking hat ended.

"You know, if that's a bother, you could always take it off," Rory suggested with a raised eyebrow.

He narrowed his eyes. "Wouldn't you just love that."

"Actually, truthfully," Rory said, as they started the game. "It makes me feel a little bit better that you are wearing it. I figure why would you hide your identity if you were just going to kill me?"

TJ looked up at her in shock that she had said that. This girl sure was different.

They played a few more games in silence.

"I have to get back," TJ said rising.

"You're just leaving because you suck at this game," Rory teased.

TJ smirked, heading towards the door. "Later Mary."

Rory looked up at him in confusion, as he closed the door. She did not understand why he kept calling her 'Mary'. She called out to him, "My name is not Mary!"

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Rory looked up from her crossword puzzle in shock ten minutes later. He had just brought her lunch, why was he back so soon again?

A smile spread across her face for the first time since being in this hell hole, as she saw that he had a few more books in his hand.

"Thank you," Rory said, running her hand across the cover of one of the hard back books.

"Your welcome," TJ said softly, surprised.

Trying to get up her courage to ask her question that had been on her mind since the first time he brought in books, Rory quickly asked it before she could chicken out, blurting it out, "Where did these books come from?"

TJ looked at her in surprise, pausing by the door, before getting ready to leave. "They're mine."

With that he was gone. Rory smiled again. So he was a reader. Well read, on top of that. He had a similar taste in books as Rory did.

With that, Rory put her crossword puzzle aside, and took a book over to the cot to lie down and read.

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Rory looked up as TJ came in with her dinner the next night, day five. She noticed that he had a couple of other things with him.

He set the tray down, before handing her a newspaper.

Rory looked at him confused. "What is this for?"

"Hold it up," TJ instructed. Rory did as told. Once it was up he snapped a picture of her.

"What is that for?" Rory asked confused.

"Just to prove that you're fine," TJ explained, as he took the paper. Rory then noticed that the paper held today's date. She watched as TJ left with the paper and camera.

So they must be taking a picture of her to assure her mom that she was alive... and ask for ransom. No longer feeling hungry she went over to the cot, lying down on it, and covering herself up. She quickly fell into a fitful sleep.

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Rory was awaken not long after as she realized that she was not alone in the small room. Her eyes quickly opened to find TJ towering over her.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked frightened, as he leaned down, putting himself against her, his hands at her skirt.

"Shut up bitch," he said gruffly. It was then that Rory realized, this was not TJ. The voice was too rough, and his built was not the same. Yet he wore a stocking hat just as TJ had. Plus she could smell alcohol on his breathe.

Rory started screaming and struggling against him, only to receive a backhanded slap across the face. This stun her to be quiet, just as someone else entered the room. The mystery man was then ripped off of her. Rory watched in shock to see a blonde man punch him, throwing him out of the room.

The mystery man rubbed his jaw, glaring at the blonde man.

"Get the hell out of here!" the blonde man growled, causing the mystery man to scurry away. The blonde man then looked to Rory, his eyes softening a bit, with concern. He saw Rory trying to get as far away from him as she could, in the small room.

"Hey, it's alright, it's me, TJ," he said softly, reaching a hand out to her. That was all it took for the flood gates to come down for Rory, all the tears that she had been holding since she was first taken immediately started falling as she went and wrapped her arms around TJ, taking him by surprise. "Shh, it's okay now," TJ said softly, speaking to her as you would a small child, going over to the small cot and taking a seat on it, pulling her down with him. He gently rocked her, rubbing her back, waiting for her to calm down.

When he finally felt her body stop shaking, he looked down to see that she had fallen asleep. He sighed, slowly standing up with her still in his arms. He then gently laid her down on the cot, pulling the blanket up on her. He brushed some hair out of her face.

She did not deserve this, to be here. Sure Tristan had been in on kidnappings before, but they were always grown men. Mob bosses, or the like. Never a girl, especially one so young. So vulnerable. Starring at her, Tristan knew what he had to do.

He quickly left the room, knowing that there were a ton of preparations to do first.

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AN: Hope you guys like this chapter, it had a bit more action in it... the next chapter is an action filled one also. The more you review, the quicker it gets posted ;)

Hope everyone has a Happy New Years!