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 your reviews!

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Chapter Seven

Rory awoke a few hours later, having to use the bathroom. She glanced around the room she was in confused, letting her eyes get use to the darkness. Did Tristan lock her in another room alone? Had they arrived where he was taking her? She held back a shriek when she noticed a sleeping form in the chair across from her. It was Tristan. She felt relieve that he was in there with her. She was not alone this time.

She slowly got out of the bed, realizing by the hideous looking comforter that they were in some motel. Obviously a cheap one.

She quietly creep to the bathroom. On her way out of it, she turned to look at Tristan, noticing how uncomfortable he seemed. There was not much she could do for that. She took the comforter off her bed, and gently covered him with it, before returning to her bed. She still had her sheets and a light blanket to keep herself warm.

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Rory awoke the next morning to the sound of Tristan moving around. She sat up in her bed and looked at him. He had just came out of the bathroom. He was fully dressed, but by his wet hair, it was obvious he had just come out of the shower.

"If you want a shower, you better get in it now before we leave," Tristan said.

Rory nodded her head eagerly. It had been a week since her last shower. She quickly scurried to the bathroom, but not before noticing the comforter folded up and placed in the chair. Once in the bathroom, Rory locked the door behind her. She did not want any mishaps to happen.

Even though she wished to remain in the shower all day, feeling the hot water come down on her, Rory rushed with her shower, not wanting to anger Tristan by taking too long.

Once out of the shower, she quickly dressed. She tried to towel dry her hair as much as she could.

"Are you almost ready?"

Rory jumped at his voice. "Yeah," Rory responded. She threw the towel on the ground, giving up on her hair, as it was too long, before leaving the room, running her fingers through her hair to get the tangles out.

She found Tristan sitting on the bed, flipping through channels on the television. He looked up when she came out switching the television off.

"Ready?"

Rory just nodded her head. He got up off the bed, heading towards the door. Rory followed him out to the car, getting in. She pushed some food wrappers aside. Their meals the day before had consisted of fast food, and some junk food that he had picked up at the gas station the morning before.

Once they were in the car and driving, Rory looked around her surroundings, as the scenery passed by her. "Are we still in New York?"

"We drove out of New York last night while you were sleeping," Tristan said, looking over at her, before shifting his eyes back to the road.

"Oh," Rory said, looking around. "Where are we then?"

"Jersey," Tristan answered causally.

"What's in New Jersey?" Rory asked curiously. She could not believe how far away he was taking her from her home. She just hoped that he would not decide to abandon her somewhere all by herself and expect her to find her way back. She still did not understand any of his reasoning. Not that he really gave her a clue for much of anything.

Rory let out a sigh at his silence. When he did not want to answer something, he ignored her. Not wanting to be in silence again, Rory reached over and flipped the radio on, without asking.

He just barely glanced at her, before putting his eyes back on the road, while she flipped through the stations trying to find something good.

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Rory zoned out into her own thoughts as they drove on. She could not help but wonder why he was doing all of this? That guy back at the house, Zane, had threatened Tristan's life, and even Tristan said that he could be killed. So why would he throw all he had out just for her? She glanced over at him, noticing how his eyes seems closed off, as he concentrated on the road. He looked like he had several thoughts of his own going through his head, yet his eyes gave away nothing.

Rory looked back in front of her, shaking her head. She was afraid of him in a way, as she knew he was unpredictable. He was still a bad guy, he had kidnapped her. However when that other guy, Zane, had tried to take advantage of her, he had kicked him out, and comforted her as she broke down. It was after that he had taken her away from that house. Did Zane have something to do with it? Did they have an argument?

Rory was shaken from her thoughts as Tristan pulled off of the freeway. Thinking he was just pulling off for gas, Rory did not question him. However she saw no gas stations in sight. All there was were fields on either side of her. Farm land.

Rory looked over at Tristan in confusion, about to ask him where they were going, however she noticed the way his hands were gripping the steering wheel. The way his jaw was set. He looked angry at something.

Rory bit her bottom lip, suddenly afraid of him. Sitting there in the driver's seat, he was very intimidating.

He soon turned off the main road, onto a dirt road. Up in the distance, Rory could see an older farm house and barn. She looked over at Tristan in confusion.

Was he just transporting her to another place? She was suddenly very afraid of what was about to happen. With how tense Tristan looked, did not help.

The car pulled to a stop. Rory just starred at him as he turned the car off, and unbuckled his seat belt. She was too afraid to move. She did not want to see what was in that house for fear of what she might find.

Tristan got out of the car, but noticed her still sitting there, frozen in her spot. He went around to the passenger's side, opening the door.

"Come on," Tristan commanded, a bit more forcibly than he meant. He felt bad when he saw Rory wince.

Rory slowly undid her seat belt, before stepping out of the car.

Tristan put his hand to the small of her back leading her towards the house. She felt like dragging her feet, but did not, in fear of angering him.

She was starring at the ground as he led her, until she heard a screen door creak open before it slammed shut. She looked up find an old woman in her late sixties, early seventies standing there, wiping her hands on a dish towel.

Rory could not help but feel relieve at the sight of the woman, however felt even more confused at to why Tristan brought her here.

"Can I help you?" the woman called out.

"Grandma, it's me," Tristan said, as they stopped in front of her on the front porch.

"Tristan?" the woman whispered, before she wrapped Tristan in a big hug which he gave back.

Rory could not help but smile at the reunion. The old woman was both laughing and crying as she held onto Tristan for dear life. It made Rory wonder when the last time she had seen or even heard from Tristan was?

The woman then let go of Tristan, turning her attention to Rory.

"And you brought a girl with you!" before Rory could even react to the comment, the woman suddenly had her in a hug similar to what she had just had Tristan in.

The woman then reluctantly let Rory go. She grabbed a hold of Tristan's hand. "Come in, come in!" she ushered both of them into the house, towards the living room. "You two wait here, let me go get your grandfather! He'll be so surprise! Then we'll have some lemonade and cookies! I just made a batch of your favorites Tristan, snicker doodles!"

Rory smiled as she watched the old woman rush off to find his grandfather, as both her and Tristan took a seat on the couch.

"Sorry," Tristan apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

Rory looked up at him, to see him starring down at her. "It's okay," Rory said. She then tentatively asked, "How long has it been since you have last seen them?"

Tristan looked away. "Four years."

"Wow," Rory said softly. "Why did you bring me here then?"

"You'll be safe here," Tristan explained, looking back to her. "Zane and the other guys, they know nothing about my family, or the first sixteen years of my life. Hell, they don't even know my real last name."

Rory just starred at him, realizing then that Morgan was not his real last name. She could not help but wonder what it really was.

Before she could ask anymore, his grandparents came into the room.

"Tristan," his grandfather said lightly. "Well, stand up boy, let me get a good look at you."

Tristan stood up. Rory also stood.

"Got whiskers now," his grandfather pointed out, bring a smirk to Tristan's face.

"Have for awhile," Tristan said.

"Well, come here," Tristan went and gave his grandfather a big hug. When he stepped back, his grandfather looked over to where Rory stood out of place. She felt as if she was intruding on their family reunion. "Well, are you going to introduce me to this young lady?" he asked just as his grandmother brought a tray in with a pitcher of lemonade, four glasses, and a plate of cookies.

"Grandma and Grandpa, this is Rory," Tristan introduced, as him and Rory both sat back down on the couch. "And Rory these are my grandparents, Janlan and Evelyn Dugrey."

"Nice to meet you both," Rory smiled.

"So tell us what you two are doing here?" Evelyn asked.

"Just on a road trip," Tristan answered causally.

Rory looked up at him, wondering just how much he would tell them. She noticed how he had left her last name out when introducing her.

"Have you spoken to your father lately?" Janlan asked.

Rory looked towards Tristan for his answer, seeing his eyes grow very cold.

"No," Tristan answered bitterly.

"Not good to keep a conflict such as this going for so long," Janlan said, shaking his head.

Seeing that Tristan's anger was rising, Evelyn decided to change the subject. She had not seen him for four years, and wanted to take advantage of this first visit since. "So how did you meet Rory?"

Rory looked to Tristan, waiting for him to answer. She had no idea how he wanted to answer questions about her. All she knew was that he was going to go with the whole letting them think that they were dating. That would be easier, or so she thought.

"Um, through a friend," Tristan quickly answered, before putting a cookie in his mouth so he would not have to answer anymore.

"You have a beautiful house, Mrs. Dugrey," Rory said, trying to take some of the focus off of Tristan.

"Thank you, dear," Evelyn smiled. "It's Evelyn though, none of this Mrs. Dugrey. Mrs. Dugrey was my mother-in-law."

Rory smiled at that.

"So how long have you two been seeing each other?" Janlan asked starring intently at both of them.

Rory fought the urge to squirm under his gaze.

"Just a little while," Tristan said. "Um, would you two mind if we stayed here for a few days?"

"Of course," Evelyn said happily. "You can use your old room."

"Just one more favor," Tristan asked quietly, his head bent down. "Please do not let my dad know that Rory and I were here."

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"Sorry about this," Tristan said that evening, going over to the closet in his old bedroom.

"That's alright," Rory said softly. They went through the rest of the day and dinner with his grandparents, both trying to dodge as many questions as they could. They managed to get away in the early evening, with Tristan telling them that they were both exhausted from the trip. When his grandparents showed them to the room, Rory was surprise to find that they would be sharing a room, as his grandparents thought that they were together.

Rory looked around at the room, seeing that it must not have been changed since Tristan left. It looked like a teenage boy's room, with the sports pictures hanging on the walls. There was a bookshelf that was cram pack with various books. On the top of it some sport trophies sat for various sports that Tristan must have played.

Rory returned her attention to Tristan, seeing him taking a sleeping bag out of the closet.

"I'll take the floor," Tristan said, spreading the sleeping bag out.

Rory just nodded her head as she watched him go over to the dresser. He opened a drawer, pulling out some articles of clothes.

"Here," he handed them to Rory. "You can sleep in these."

"Thanks," Rory said, going over to the adjoining bathroom to change. She quickly put on the large drawstring pajama pants, and the large t-shirt.

Going back into the room, she found Tristan already settled on the floor, in the sleeping bag, an arm behind his head. She held back a gasp, noticing that he was not wearing a shirt. A large cross tattoo was present on his left shoulder. Swallowing, she went over to the light, to turn it off.

"Night," Rory said softly, as she crawled into bed.

"Night," Tristan said. They both laid there silently for a few minutes before Tristan spoke again. "I'm sorry about letting them think that we're dating. I figured the questions would be easier this way."

"That's okay," Rory said softly, looking over the edge of the bed at him. She perched herself up on her elbows. "Did you use to live with your grandparents then?"

Tristan looked up at her. "Only during the Summer. I use to come here every summer and stay here during the whole school break."

Rory smiled.

Tristan gave her a small smile. "Night," he said lightly, hoping that it would end any discussion.

"Good night," Rory said, settling back into the bed. There was more that she wanted to know, but she was not sure how he would take her asking him a lot of personal questions. It was obvious that something had happened between him and his father. However why would that stop him from talking to his grandparents all of this time? There were so many questions she wanted to be able to ask him...

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AN: This chapter should clear up the rest of the questions about the "Morgan" last name. Yes, I do know it's Finn's last name, however I needed a fake name for Tristan, and that was the first one that popped into my head while I was typing it. It was not until I was rereading what I wrote that I realized that it was also Finn's name, but I really did not want to change it. Hope you all enjoyed! Review and let me know what you think!