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.

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Chapter Nine

Tristan had just had the best night's sleep that he had in a long time. He was so comfortable and warm that he did not want to wake up. His pillow, that he was hugging to himself, suddenly wiggled a little bit. Wait, his pillow wiggled? His eyes shot open to find himself facing a mess of brown hair. He quickly let go, going back to his own side of the bed.

"Sorry," Tristan choked out.

Rory rolled over to look at him. "It's okay," she gave him a small smile to reassure him.

Tristan quickly got out of the bed, grabbing some clean clothes to change into. He wanted to take a shower before they left, not know when the next time they would be somewhere with a shower would be. He was running low on money.

He headed into the bathroom, leaving Rory in the bed starring after him.

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When Tristan came out of the shower, Rory then headed into it, as Tristan looked around for a couple of supplies. Once he found what he was looking for, he set them on top of his dresser, to wait for Rory to come back in.

"Bring your towel out with you," Tristan said, when Rory came back into the room.

Rory looked at him confused, before going back into the bathroom to grab her towel.

"Take a seat," Tristan said gesturing to the chair sitting there. Rory stared at him, but did not question him before sitting down in the chair. "If you want to come with me, then we need to disguise you a bit. You're going to get your hair cut."

Rory turned to look at him, her eyes wide with shock. "You are going to cut my hair?"

Tristan smirked at her reaction. "I cut my own hair all of the time."

"But- but that's not the same!" Rory pointed out.

Tristan's smirk grew wider. "Relax, I'm not cutting it. I told my grandma you were wanting to change your hair, so she'll do it."

Tristan went to the door to get his grandma.

Rory could not help but let out a sigh of relief. Sure Tristan's hair looked good on him, but on her? No way.

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"Here, take this," Evelyn said, handing Tristan a basket full of food for them to take with them.

"Thanks Grandma," he said softly, as he hugged her.

Rory stood awkwardly to the side watching, as she fingered her chin length short hair. She had to admit, it did not look as bad as she thought it would. Tristan had given her an old baseball hat to wear once they leave the farm.

"Just do not let it take you another four years before you come and visit us again," Evelyn scolded him.

"I won't," Tristan promised.

Letting go of him reluctantly, Evelyn turned to Rory. Pulling her into a hug she said, "And you are welcome here anytime."

"Thank you," Rory smiled.

"Take care of my boy, don't go breaking his heart. I can tell he really likes you," Evelyn whispered in Rory's ear before they pulled apart.

Rory just nodded her head, her eyes wide. I guess we're not that bad at acting together, she could not help but thinking.

Janlan stood there watching them all say their good-byes. As the women were busy with theirs, he figured it would be best if he talked to Tristan alone.

"Call if you two get into trouble or need any help," Janlan said, sticking his hand out.

Tristan nodded his head, shaking his grandfather's hand. Janlan pulled him into a hug.

Whispering, Janlan added, "And do not break your grandmother's heart by not keeping your promise."

"I won't," Tristan said softly, as they pulled back.

Janlan then faced Rory. "You're welcome to stay here if you would rather."

"I know," Rory said softly.

Janlan just nodded his head. He wanted to be sure that it was her decision to go.

Tristan went over to his car, putting the basket in the back seat. He then opened the passenger's door for Rory.

He could not help the smirk when he saw that she was taking some of his books with her.

"Bye," Evelyn waved, tears running down her face as the car left.

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Rory had no idea how long she had been asleep. She fell asleep about a hour into the drive. She noticed that the car was not moving. Looking over to the driver's seat, she found it empty. The door was still open.

Rory looked out the door to see that they were at a gas station, right in front of the front door.

All of a sudden the doors of the station were flown open as a hooded figure quickly ran out, and jumped into the driver's seat, stepping on the gas pedal.

Rory held back a gasp as Tristan ripped the all too familiar stocking hat off his head, tossing it along with a paper sack that had money sticking out of it, and some other object in the back seat.

Rory let out a gasp as she realized what the other object was.

A gun.

Tristan glanced over at her as if he was just realizing that she was in the car.

"You- you held up the gas station?" Rory choked out in disbelief. She suddenly felt sick to her stomach, as if she was just remembering that this was her kidnapper. He was a fugitive. And she had just so willingly went with him. She started regretting not remaining back at the farm with his grandparents. His words the day before ringing out in her ears.

"It's not safe for you to be traveling with me."

"Do you want to sleep in a car," Tristan snapped.

Rory flinched, trying to sit in her seat as far away from him as she could, as he concentrated on the road. She could hear sirens in the distance.

What had she just got herself into? She should have stayed at the farm house. Where she was safe.

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Tristan glanced over at Rory later that day. She had not spoken a word since the incident earlier that afternoon. He felt bad for snapping at her. This was why he did not want to bring her with him. He knew he would have to find a way to get some quick cash. Especially if she was with him, as he did not want her to have to sleep in the car. He also knew it would be dangerous for her to be traveling with him. Hell, he barely even knew how to act around a girl. He was not use to being around them unless it was a quick lay. He did not worry about girls' feelings. So why was it bugging him now about her feelings? What she thought of him?

Glancing over at her again, he made a quick decision, pulling off the freeway.

She barely glanced over at him, before looking back out her window, still not speaking a word.

Eyeing an I'Hops up ahead, he pulled into the parking lot, parking the car.

He took off his seat belt, getting out of the car. He went over to the passenger's side, seeing that she had yet to move.

He opened the door. "Come on," he said a lot more gruffly than he meant.

She quickly grabbed her hat, before scrambling out of the car, afraid of angering him.

As they walked towards the restaurant, he put his hand to the small of her back to lead her in. She winced away from his touch, as if it burned her.

He closed his eyes, before quickly opening them. She was scared of him, and it was his fault.

They were immediately seated to a booth.

"Hi, my name is Dan, and I will be your waiter tonight," a dark hair waiter said, eyeing Rory as she looked at the menu. A motion that did not go unnoticed by Tristan. "What can I get you to drink?"

"Coffee," Rory said very softly, hiding herself from Tristan's view with her menu.

"Coke," Tristan barked out, taking the waiter by surprise, but giving him the hint to back off.

Rory slightly jumped, misreading his tone of voice for being one of annoyance of her.

Tristan closed his eyes again, trying to calm himself down, as the waiter left. When he opened them again, he found Rory staring at him with a blank expression.

His face softened of the hard edge it had just held. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said softly. "I did not mean to scare you. I just needed to get some money quick."

Rory looked around to make sure that no one was within hearing range, before leaning forward and whispering, "But you did not have to hold them up! If you were low on money, we could have just stayed at your grandparents place longer."

"This is why I wanted to leave you behind," Tristan said, his mask coming back over his face, the moment of him being gentle over. "You were safe there. I did not want to go messing you up with my shit."

Rory grimaced, picking her menu up again.

Tristan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I said I was sorry, alright?"

Rory looked up at him, before nodding her head.

"You two ready to order," Dan asked, as Tristan looked up at him, shooting him a glare. Dan's eyes became really big, as Tristan was a very intimidating person.

Seeing this, but not understanding the meaning behind it, Rory kicked Tristan under the table, causing him to turn his glare to her. She just gave him a sweet smile, before turning to Dan to place her order.

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Rory flopped on the bed soon as they entered their motel room that night.

"You can't honestly tell me that you're tired after being able to sleep in the car all day," Tristan teased as he headed to the bathroom.

Rory sat up, using her elbows to prop her up. She shot him a glare. "For your information Mr. Smartypants, I have not taken a nap since this morning!"

"Uh-huh Mary," Tristan said as he went inside the bathroom.

Rory furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Mary? She thought that he had finally learned her real name. Maybe not...

She waited until he came back out to ask him about it.

"Why do you keep calling me Mary?" Rory asked curiously. "You do know my name is Rory, right?"

This caused Tristan to smirk widely.

"What?" Rory asked confused.

"You really are a Mary, aren't you?" Tristan laughed, sitting across from her in a chair. He put his feet up on the bed.

Rory's eyes narrowed, still not understanding what was so funny.

"Forget it," Tristan said, still smirking, as he put his hand behind his head.

Rory rolled her eyes, before heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed. "Spawn of Satan," Rory muttered as she walked by him, causing Tristan's smirk to grow wider, as the door shut.

When Rory returned to the room, she noticed that Tristan was still in the chair.

She settled herself in the bed, as Tristan turned off the light in the room. Rory waited for him to join her in the bed, but was surprise when he went and settled himself in the chair once again.

"You're not planning on sleeping in that chair are you?" Rory asked.

Tristan was silent.

"Come on Tristan, get in the bed," Rory tried to say in a commanding voice.

"I'm fine here," Tristan said lightly.

"Tristan, please?" Rory asked. "You know that you don't really want to sleep in that uncomfortable chair."

Tristan sighed before getting up. "Fine."

Rory smiled, that she had got her way, as he settled himself in the bed.

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AN: Thank you for all of your reviews! You guys have now officially caught up with me... I'm only about half way done with the next chapter right now... It should be up by the end of the week, hopefully. Hope you guys enjoyed, make sure to review, as it'll make me write quicker!