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 Ten
Rory groaned, her eyes barely opening. It was still dark out. Not time to get up yet. She immediately closed her eyes to fall back to sleep, however it was then that she realized why she woke up. The bed was shaking.
Her eyes immediately opened wide, turning her head to take in the sight beside her. She could see Tristan tossing and turning. From the moonlight coming in through the curtains, she could see a slight sheen of sweat across his skin. He was dreaming. And obviously, not a happy dream.
"Shh," Rory quietly crooned, sitting up propped on one elbow as she gently stroked his cheek, hoping to calm him. She almost jumped as his eyes suddenly popped open. "It's ok, you were dreaming," Rory said very softly, her hand still on his cheek.
He brought a hand up, resting it over hers. It took him a moment before he snapped out of his trance, pulling away from her and sitting up.
"Are you okay?" Rory asked.
Tristan looked over at her, his face blank. "Sorry about waking you."
"It's okay," Rory said, biting her bottom lip. "Do you want to talk about it?"
When he was silent, Rory figured that this was another one of those questions that he did not want to answer. She was getting ready to lie back down, when he suddenly spoke.
"I was dreaming about when my mom dead," Tristan whispered, staring straight ahead.
Rory held back a gasp of shock, feeling for him, as he sat there looking like a lost little boy.
"Ho- How did she die?" Rory found herself asking before she knew it. She immediately bit her bottom lip, knowing that he would not want to answer that. It was too personal. Tristan was not one to share much information about him.
"My dad was not much of father, and defiantly not much of a husband," Tristan said softly, staring in front of him. "She was not happy." He paused again. "All I remember is a lot of blood. It was everywhere in her bathroom, running into the carpets. I remember screaming for help... Then Martha, my nanny, pulling me from the room as the paramedics came in. But they were too late. She was already gone."
Rory put a hand over her mouth, trying to hold back tears. She could not believe that he had to see his mother like that. What mother could do that when they had a son that needed her? "How old were you?" Rory whispered.
Tristan looked up at her startled, as if he had just realized that she was there. "Eleven."
That was all it took for Rory's tears that she had been fighting to hold back to come streaming down her face. Not for her own pain, but for his. At what he had to deal with at such a young age.
Rory immediately reached out, bringing him close to her. Holding onto him tightly. She soon noticed a wetness on her shoulder, and realized that she not the only one crying.
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Rory opened her eyes the next morning, smiling at the sight in front of her. Just a mere couple inches from her face was Tristan's. She could not help but notice how innocent he looked while sleeping. Gone the tough exterior that he wore during the day.
After his break down the night before, both had lied down just holding onto each other, falling asleep in each other's arms.
She brought her hand up to his cheek, gently stroking it. Her smile widen as she noticed him leaning into her touch, despite being asleep.
She felt herself freeze as his eyes suddenly snapped open.
"Hey," Rory said softly.
"Hey," Tristan whispered, before reluctantly starting to pull away.
Rory quickly caught his arm, before he could move, giving him a small smile to reassure him.
He smiled back, before relaxing.
After lying there in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, Tristan decided to break it. "We should get up," he said softly, starting to pull away again. "Let's get moving, and go get some breakfast."
Rory just nodded her head, before getting out of the bed herself.
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"Stupid piece of shit!" Tristan yelled as he kicked the car after getting out of it later that day. He went around the front throwing up the hood. "Son of a bitch!" he screamed when he burned his hand, when trying to check to see what was wrong with the old car.
Rory slowly got out of the car, pulling her hat on. She went and stood to the side, keeping her mouth shut. She had never seen him this angry before, and did not want him taking his anger out on her.
She looked around where they were. All she saw was open road, with trees off to the side. She remembered seeing a sign about twenty minutes ago that warned you to fill up your gas tank, as it was 50 miles until the next stop, with no turn offs. She groaned, wondering if they would have to walk all that way back, or on to the next town. She looked up, noticing that it was starting to get dark. It also looked like it could start raining any minute.
She jumped as Tristan slammed the hood down, interrupting her thoughts. She watched as he went to the back seat of the car, grabbing the money. She bit her bottom lip as she saw him grab the gun, tucking it in the back of his jeans.
"Come on," Tristan said roughly, as he started off in the direction of the next town. Rory quickly jogged to catch up with him, realizing that he was walking pretty fast.
She kept quiet as they walked, afraid to say anything, not wanting to set him off.
As she heard a car coming, Tristan paused, sticking his thumb out.
"Fuck!" Tristan swore as the car sped by them, causing Rory to flinch.
They were walking for another ten minutes before another came.
Rory watch as Tristan stuck out his thumb again, as a large semi truck went roaring past them.
"Damn!"
"Look," Rory pointed out, as the truck pulled to a stop not far ahead of them.
A large grin broke out on Tristan's face. "Come on," he grabbed Rory's hand, pulling her along behind him.
He opened the passenger door, which revealed a large man in the driver's seat who looked like he had not showered or shaved in several months.
"You two need a ride?" he asked gruffly.
Rory felt uneasy, hoping that Tristan would turn down the ride. She felt uncomfortable with the way the man was staring at her. Unconsciously, she found herself moving closer to Tristan.
"Our car broke down not far back," Tristan explained. "We just need a ride to the next town so I can get a tow truck back out here."
"Well, get on in," the man said, motioning with his hand.
Tristan helped Rory in, before climbing in himself.
"Names Gus," he said, as he started to pull the semi truck back out onto the road, his hands slipping on some of the grips, a tad bit too close to Rory's legs in her opinion.
She scooted as close as she could to Tristan, not liking the predicament that they were in.
"TJ and Mary," Tristan said coldly, also seeing the fumble fingers. He reached his arm over the front of Rory protectively, tugging her legs even closer to him. Rory immediately wrapped her arms around his, leaning her head against him. She could feel that his body was completely tense. She felt herself stiffen as she noticed where his right hand was. Just above his gun. She looked up at him terrified, meeting his eyes, which at a hard glint to them. She saw him quickly shake his head a little. She just stayed quiet.
Gus glanced over at them a few times as he drove, noticing how closely they were sitting, and Tristan's hard look not escaping him. He kept his hands to himself the rest of the ride.
"Where you two heading?" Gus asked, trying to make conversation.
"Just a road trip," Tristan tried to answer causally, but the edge to his tone not being missed.
As the truck roared to a stop, Tristan quickly flung the door open, jumping out. He turned around, reaching up to pull Rory out of the truck quickly. He could not get the two of them out of that truck any quicker.
"Thank you for the ride," Rory said quickly before he slammed the passenger door shut.
He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards a small diner.
"Sorry about that," Tristan grumbled. "I did not want to take a ride with him, however I doubt anyone else would have stopped for us. Not with me."
Rory just nodded her head, knowing that most people would not pick up men who were hitch hiking.
Walking into the diner, Tristan took her up front to the counter.
"I'm going to go call a tow truck," Tristan explained. "Order something to eat."
"What do you want me to order you?" Rory asked.
"Nothing, I'll take care of that when I come back," Tristan said before walking off.
Rory nodded her head, as she watched him head over to a pay phone within eye sight.
"What can I get you sweetie?"
Rory looked up to see an older woman waiting with a note pad. Rory gave her a smile, realizing how hungry she was. They had not eaten anything since late that morning- early that afternoon.
"Coffee, burger, and fries, please," Rory said.
"Coming right up," the woman smiled, before walking off.
Rory glanced back to the phone booth, seeing Tristan coming back, looking agitated.
"Have you ordered yet?" he asked.
Rory nodded her head.
"I really do not want to do this, but I'm going to leave you here while I go get the car with the tow truck," Tristan said, looking around the diner at the people in it. "I do not want you leaving this counter, or going anywhere with anyone."
Rory just nodded her head. Tristan reached into his pocket, handing her some money.
"Don't move," Tristan warned again, before leaving.
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Tristan sighed, running a hand through his hair as he headed towards the diner. He had been gone longer than he expected. He did not want to leave Rory alone that long. It did not help that it was pouring down rain outside.
As he walked into the diner he froze. She was not at the counter where he left her. He looked frantically around the small diner, but did not see Rory anywhere. Where was she?
He rushed up to the counter, trying to get the waitress' attention.
"Excuse me, the young girl who was sitting her earlier, do you know where she went?" Tristan tried to ask calmly. Truth was, he was close to panicking. He never should have left her alone. The only reason he had, was because he knew that she must be really hungry, and he was anxious to get the car, to start getting it worked on.
"The one with the hat?" the older woman asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Yes," Tristan said nodding his head.
"I think she left," the woman said before walking off.
Tristan could literally feel himself start to hyperventilate. "Was she alone?" he choked out.
The woman shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry."
Tristan sat down on one of the stools, crashing his head into the counter, before he quickly stood up to leave. Maybe she was still nearby. He hoped she was alone, and not with anyone, fearing that maybe Gus had come back. He had seen the way he had eyed her.
"Tristan?"
Tristan whirled around, his hand frozen on the door handle. He let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Rory safe. He immediately went over to her, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped hers around his waist, ignoring that she was becoming wet, as he was drenched.
He then held her out at arm's length. "Where were you? I thought I told you not to move?" he said a bit more harshly than he meant to.
Rory's eyes got big with fright. "I- I had to use the bathroom."
Tristan sighed, trying to calm himself down. "I'm sorry." He looked back to see the waitress watching them with curious eyes, suspicion still there. "Have you paid yet?" Rory nodded her head. "Then let's go find somewhere to stay for the night."
He took her hand, leading her out of the diner.
"Did you get the car fixed?" Rory asked curiously, pulling her hood over her hat.
"It should be ready to go by tomorrow afternoon," Tristan answered.
They both quickly darted over to a run down motel across the street. By the time they got there, they were both soaking wet.
They quickly got a room, and headed to it.
Soon as they were in it, Tristan took off his jacket, and kicked off his shoes.
Rory took her hood and hat off, her teeth chattering. Her eyes grew wide when she saw Tristan take his shirt off.
"Get your clothes off," Tristan instructed, as he laid his shirt out on the chair.
"Excuse me?" Rory asked big eyed.
"If you stay in your clothes, you're going to catch a cold," Tristan explained, as he started pulling off his jeans leaving him in his boxers. "I forgot to grab the bag with the spare clothes, after getting the car to the garage."
Rory bit her lips, but did as he said, taking off the hoodie. Tristan turned around, heading to the bed, to give her privacy, as she took off the t-shirt and jeans.
After lying her clothes out to dry, she then went over to the bed. She nearly jumped as Tristan's arms suddenly wrapped around her.
"Body heat," Tristan explained, as he rubbed his hands up and down her arms to warm her up, only causing her to shiver more so. "You're shaking."
Rory bit her lip, knowing that she was not shaking from just the cold...
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AN: I'm really sorry about the delay in getting this up... It was suppose to be up last Friday. However, when I tried to open it up on the disk it was saved on, it would not open! It's the only thing on the disk that I could not get into, and I have no idea why. So I had to write the whole chapter from scratch. I was about done when I lost it too... I'm hoping I did not forget anything for this chapter... Anyways, so it was ready to be posted by Monday, however then it was ff .net that was giving me problems! It would not let me get into where you add chapters until just now (I just cleaned my files, so maybe it has something to do with that...). But anyways, I'm really sorry. And to make up for it, a new chapter of ONM will be up within a few days! Ok, so I'll end my long rant to allow you all to go and review now!