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: Thank you for all of the reviews! I tried to post this last night, but ff .net was being an ass... This chapter is my longest yet though!

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Chapter Six

Rory was not sure when sleep finally took over, or how long she had been out. When she opened her eyes she noticed that the sun was up. She looked over to TJ to see him concentrating on the road in front of him. Looking out the window, Rory saw that she did not recognize any of the land marks. Were they even still in Connecticut?

"Where are we?" Rory asked quietly.

TJ took his eyes off the road to glance at her, before putting them back on the road. "We entered New York about 20 minutes or so ago."

"New York!" Rory screeched in a panic. So she was not going home. Was he just transporting her to another bad guy? "Where are we going?"

TJ just glanced over at her, before glancing back to the road, not saying a word.

Rory sat back in her seat, in a huff, crossing her arms across her chest. "Are you going to tell me anything about what's going on?"

"Only what you need to know," was his answer.

Rory turned in her seat, so she was facing him, glaring at him. "Well, I think I deserve to at least know what you are going to do to me? If you let me go, I won't say anything to anyone. I'll just say that I never saw any of your faces!"

He glanced at her again, smirking at her glare, before looking back to the road. "I can't let you go."

"Why not?" Rory demanded, surprising herself at how bold she was being with this kidnapper.

Rory saw his face become serious, and his eyes become hard, before he glanced at her. He quickly turned back to look at the road, before answering. "Because you're not safe going back to your life how you once knew it."

Rory bit her bottom lip. Waiting for him to continue.

"Zane is not going to give up on this, as you mean a lot of money, he does not give up easily," TJ continued. "He won't stop until I'm dead, and he either has you again or you're dead."

Rory sat there in shock, taking in all he had just said.

"How? How can I mean so much money?" Rory asked meekly. "My mom doesn't have a lot of money. She runs a inn. There's no money in that."

"You dad owes some very powerful people a lot of money, and would not pay up," TJ explained.

Rory sat there starring at him. Her dad. She was not that close to him, as her parents had never married. She usually saw him a couple of times year, and received phone calls from him. Last time she had talked to him, he had mentioned that his latest business endeavor was going successfully. However that is what he always said before it tanked. She had heard it all too often from him.

"He wouldn't hurt my family, would he?" Rory asked quietly.

TJ did not answer her.

Rory sat back in her seat, fear taking over her. Not just for herself, but for her family. Her parents.

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Rory zoned out for the next hour or so, going through everything she had just been told. She did not speak to TJ anymore, nor did he speak to her. The car was silent as it drove on, to wherever he was taking her.

Rory was shaken out of her thoughts, as she saw TJ pulling off the freeway. He drove the car to a gas station, pulling up to a pump.

"Stay in here, and do not talk to anyone," TJ said roughly, getting out of the car.

Rory was only able to nod her head. Watching as he went into the gas station, she thought that this was her chance, to make a break for it. To be free. She unbuckled her seat belt, reaching for the door handle, but TJ's words earlier kept echoing in her head.

"Zane is not going to give up on this, as you mean a lot of money, he does not give up easily. He won't stop until I'm dead, and he either has you again or you're dead."

For some reason, Rory felt safe with TJ. She did not think he would do anything to hurt her. However 'think' was the keyword. There was always that possibility. He was a kidnapper after all, who knew what else he might try to do? And that is what caused her to open the door. She slowly stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind her. She looked around for where to go. There was a coffee shop just across the street that was crowded. Coffee. She had not had any since being taken. She figured if she got over there she could just get lost in the crowd, and there should be a pay phone there.

Just as she was about to take a step in it's direction, TJ stepped out of the gas station.

"What are you doing out?" TJ snapped, causing Rory's cheeks to heat up as she jumped at the tone of his voice. "Get back in the car."

Rory quickly obeyed, kicking herself for not being quicker. She should have made a run for it the moment TJ was out of sight. "Sorry, just stretching my legs," Rory lied, ducking her head.

Before she could shut her door, TJ caught it, holding it open. He handed her a carrier with two coffees in it, and a bag.

"Here's breakfast," TJ said roughly, shutting the door behind her, before going to put gas in the car.

Rory set the bag beside her, immediately taking a coffee out, breathing it in before sipping from it, not realizing that TJ was watching her.

It was probably the worst coffee that she had ever had, but right now, to her it was heaven, as it had been six days since her last coffee. It's amazing what withdrawal can do to you.

Just as she was finishing the cup, TJ joined her in the car.

Rory put her cup back in the holder, just as TJ was reaching for his cup causing their fingers to brush against each other.

Rory jumped at the contact, feeling her heart race. She looked up to TJ who was looking as calm and collective as he normally was. As if he did not have a care in the world.

He took a sip of his coffee before putting it back down, and putting his keys in the ignition and starting the car. Rory started to put her seat belt back on, before she realized that they had already stopped again. They were parked by a pay phone. TJ got out of the car, motioning for her to follow. Rory reluctantly got out, following him over to it.

"You're going to call your parents and tell them that you are safe," TJ instructed. "Tell them not to pay any ransom, as it's fake now. Do not give them any other information, or say where we are."

Rory just managed to nod her head, as TJ handed her the receiver, and dropped some change in the slot. He moved back to allow Rory to dial the number.

"Hello?" Lorelai answered on the first ring.

"Mom? It's me, Rory," Rory said.

"Rory! Are you okay? Where are you?" Lorelai asked frantically.

"I'm safe," Rory said. "Do not pay any ransom that's asked for me."

"What?" Lorelai asked confused.

"It's fake," Rory explained. "I'm no longer there, just don't pay it. Also, you and dad need to get away. Don't tell anyone where you are. It's not safe for you guys"

Rory saw TJ motioning for her to wrap it up.

"I have to go now, I love both you and dad, and should be home soon hopefully," Rory said, quickly hanging up.

"Come on," TJ said, heading back to the car. Rory numbly followed him, unsure of what her future held for her.

"There's some doughnuts in the bag," TJ said once they were in the car. He pulled back out onto the road, heading in the direction of the freeway.

Rory got out a doughnut, wrapping the wrapper around it, so it would not be so messy. She then handed it to TJ.

TJ looked at her in surprise, taking it. "Thanks."

Rory just nodded her head, before getting one out for herself.

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"What's your real name?" Rory asked later that day. They had been driving in silence since that morning when they stopped at the gas station. After being in silence for five days in that room, she wanted to be able to talk, plus have someone talk back to her. She was sick of silence, as she found out TJ was not much of a talker. She was beginning to prefer the room, as then she was at least able to read. She should have brought a book or two with her. You could only look at the same scenery for so long before it becomes boring.

For his name, she knew TJ had to be his initials, but what did they stand for? That guy back at the house had called him 'Morgan' as they were leaving.

TJ glanced over at her. "Tristan," he answered. He figured it was no use keeping it a secret any longer, as she has seen his face now.

"Tristan," Rory repeated. "What does the 'J' stand for?"

"My middle name, Janlan."

"That's a different name. Where did it come from?"

"It was my grandfather's name."

"Are you close with your grandfather?" Rory asked curiously.

"Use to be," Tristan answered uncomfortably.

"Use to be? Did he pass away?

"No, I'm just not as close with him as I was as a child," Tristan said, fidgeting in his seat.

Rory could tell that he was uncomfortable, so decided to change the subject from his grandfather. "Is 'Morgan' your last name?"

Tristan shifted in his seat again, glancing at her. "Where did you hear that?"

"Back at the house, as we were leaving, that guy called you 'Morgan'," Rory explained, sitting sideways in her seat so she could look at him.

"Yeah, it is," Tristan answered. He kept his eyes on the road, thinking she was going to be quiet now.

"Do you think we could turn on the radio?" Rory found herself asking.

Tristan glanced at her, before answering, "Go ahead." He hoped that this would at least keep her quiet. Her questions were starting to get to him, as they were ones that he preferred to not answer. He did not like talking about himself, especially not his family.

Rory flipped through the stations, until she came to an oldies station. She turned the volume up a little, before sitting back in her seat.

Tristan smirked at how she was lip-synching along with the song, before turning his full attention back to the road.

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It was only 7:00pm when Tristan pulled off the freeway to look for somewhere to stay for the night. Normally he would have continued on for longer, however he felt exhaustion setting in. He had been up half the night before, getting stuff ready for them to leave, then had been driving since early that morning. He knew he would not be in that good of shape if he kept driving any longer.

He pulled into a motel parking lot, glancing at Rory who was curled up asleep in the seat beside him, before getting out to go in.

After paying for a room and getting a room key, Tristan went back out to the car where Rory was sleeping.

He reached in, gently picking her up, so as not to wake her. He carried her to where their room was. After doing some shifting, he managed to get the door open. Walking into the dark room, he went over to the bed, gently lying her down on it. He slipped her shoes off, setting them down on the floor. He then pulled the covers down, and covered her up.

Feeling very weary, he then shrugged his jacket off, lying it on the table in the room, before going to the chair in the room, trying to make himself comfortable. With how exhausted he was, he was out instantly, despite how uncomfortable he was.

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AN: Brownie points to Wally4ever for being the only one to pick up on Tristan being called "Morgan" in the last chapter ;). There will be more on that later... Also this chapter should answer all the TJ questions. Hope you guys enjoyed! Now review!