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 Eleven

Rory opened her eyes early the next morning. She could not help but take in the fact that she was wearing only her bra and underwear, and had a man sleeping with her in just his boxers. She took in a deep breath, remembering the night before. She could feel his hard chest against her bare back. Skin on skin. His arm was wrapped snugly around her waist.
Sure they had slept holding each other before, however this was different. At least to her.

Before they were both fully clothed.

Not wanting to wake him, she decided to lay there and wait for him to wake up. It was still very early. She knew that she could always catch up on her sleep in the car, whereas he could not. In the time while waiting for him however, she could not help but let her mind wander.

It was mainly her mom she thought of. She had never gone this long with out seeing or talking to her mom. She missed talking with her. She wondered what her mom was doing right now? Probably getting ready for another day at the Inn. Begging Luke for coffee.

And what about her dad? She could not help but feel angry at the thought of him. It was his fault after all that she was in this predicament. She would still be at home if it was not for him. Going to Chilton, and arguing with Paris over the paper.

Her town. She missed everyone and their quirkiness. Yes, even Kirk. As her mind wandered to Dean, she realized that this was the first time she had even thought of him since she was first taken. He was always on her mind before she was taken, as they had just broken up a few weeks before hand. Was he worried about her? Regretting their break up? Would he want her back if she was ever home again? The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she would not want him back. They just were not meant to be. They were too different.

Her grandparents.

She could not help but think, what if she never saw her family or town again? How long would she have to be on the run with Tristan? What happens if he got sick of her and dumped her? This is probably what scared her the most. The night before as she sat at the diner, she was terrified of what would happen if he did not come back. She was afraid of being left behind, alone.

She was feeling like they were getting closer. He had confided in her about his parents.
Why he left home. He still confused her to no end though. And she knew that he had a lot of issues. But the longer she was with him, the closer she felt to him. She felt that she was growing on him too. At first it was just him wanting to keep her safe from Zane, and get her to his grandparents. However the fact that he did not leave her there when she asked him to take her with him, showed maybe he did like having her along.

She felt safe with him. It was weird, if you thought about it, but she felt safe with her abductor. She knew that Tristan would never hurt her. He had done nothing but take care of her and protect her this whole time, even back at that horrible place.

How long had she been gone? It felt like she had been with Tristan for a long time, when in truth, it probably was not even quite two weeks yet. She was losing track of time, the longer she was with him. She had no idea what day today was. Was it even still March?
Or was it April?

Rory's thoughts were interrupted when she felt Tristan move beside her. His arm came out from around her, as he went to lay on his back. Rory turned over to lie on her back also, pulling the covers up high as to not show anything.

"Morning," Tristan said softly, as she faced him.

"Morning," Rory said back, with a small smile.

Tristan groaned, stretching, before he sat up, getting out of bed.

Rory felt her sharp in take of breathe as her cheeks became pink. She quickly looked away from Tristan's body.

Hearing her, Tristan smirked, going over to where they had laid out their clothes.

"They're dry," Tristan announced, grabbing his jeans to pull on. He grabbed his shirt,
pulling it over his head as he headed to the bathroom.

Once the door closed behind him, Rory quickly scrambled out of bed to throw on her clothes before he came out. She grimaced, running her fingers through her now short hair,
wishing that she had a brush with her.

When Tristan came out of the bathroom, she then went in. When she came out, she found Tristan sitting on the bed watching the news. He immediately shut the television off,
standing up. Rory could tell that something had upset him.

"What's the matter?" Rory asked meekly.

Tristan looked at her, his eyes hard, as he snapped, "Nothing."

Rory felt her own anger rise at his tone. "You know, you're the one who took me, not the other way around. The least you can do is tell me what's the matter!"

Tristan stared back at her in shock that she had snapped at him. Personally, he did not think she had it in her. He turned the television back on.

"The police are currently on the look out for TristanMorgan (Tristan's mug shot flashed on the screen, from a prior arrest) for questioning in the disappearance of Lorelai Gilmore-Hayden. Police believe that he may have something to do with the disappearance.Morgan is considered armed and very dangerous, do not attempt to approach. If you know of the whereabouts of him, please call 911 immediately. In other news..."

Rory had a hand to her mouth in shock. "But- but how did they get your picture? Or know that you were apart of it?"

"Zane," Tristan said grimly. "Probably has had no luck in finding us, so figured tipping off the police about me will get everyone on the lookout for me, making it easier in the long run for him."

"Why can't he just leave us alone?" Rory asked upset.

"It's his job," Tristan answered.

"Then why are you protecting me, isn't your job the same as Zane's?"

Rory could not tell, but it almost looked like he flinched at the tone of her voice. She stared at him, hoping that her eyes were just as cold and intimidating as his, but doubting it. It was like a little kitten trying to scare a Doberman Pinscher.

However it surprised her when he glanced away from her stare. Maybe she was intimidating?

When he looked back to her, she could see that he was angry. "What, you wanted me to leave you there for you to be raped? I'm not in this business to be kidnapping kids. I was not happy about this job since the day I was first told about it."

Rory looked away from him. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. So that was what he thought of her. A kid. She thought, hoped, that there could be something but he probably just thought of her as a little sister.

Tristan sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair as he took a step closer to her. "I'm sorry too," he said in a frustrated voice. "For ever mixing you up in all of this. None of this is any of your fault. It's between my boss and your dad, and should not have involved you."

"Boss? As in Zane?" Rory asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"No, Zane is just a worker like how I was," Tristan said, suddenly realizing how close he was to her.

"Are you going to go back to working for whatever it is after all of this," Rory asked softly, looking up at him.

Tristan shook his head no, trying to fight the urge to bring a hand to her cheek, but losing the fight. "They will kill me for betraying them," Tristan said softly, as his hand came to her cheek.

"You risked all of that for me?" Rory asked softly, as his thumb started tracing her bottom lip. Maybe he did not have sibling feelings towards her.

She could feel her eyes closing as his head started to tilt coming closer...

At a sound from outside, Tristan jumped away from her, causing Rory's eyes to flash open in surprise, and a bit of disappointment. He quickly went over to the window,
peeking through the curtains.

"Shit!" Tristan swore.

"What?" Rory asked alarmed. Tristan motioned for her to look out the curtains. Rory took in a sharp gasp of fear at the sight outside. Two cop cars were in the parking lot, with their light flashing.

"We need to get out of here," Tristan said. "Give me your hat."

Rory looked up at him in surprise, grabbing it off the table and handing it to him. He put it on his head.

"Wear your hood," Tristan instructed. Rory pulled it on, as Tristan grabbed her hand,
leading her out the front door.

"But-"

"Shh."

Rory just nodded her head, as Tristan led her in the opposite direction of the police. They were still in the main office talking to the night time manager.

They walked quickly to the garage where the car was. After getting the car, Tristan drove them a little ways before stopping. Rory waited in the car, but watched as he changed their license plates, before getting back in.

It was not until they were back on the freeway that they both let out a sigh of relief.

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AN: Sorry about the long delay in updating... I now have a blog, which you can find under my profile which will let you know when new updates are coming, along with sneak peaks into new stories. Hope you guys enjoyed, make sure to review to let me know what you think :)