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 Twelve

"What are you doing?" Tristan asked that night, as Rory rushed past him into the motel room that they were going to stay in for the night. She grabbed the television remote, turning it on.

"I want to see if there's any more news about us," Rory said, flipping it on to the news. They had listened to various news shows on the radio throughout the day, but only very little was said about the two of them.

Tristan took the hat and glasses he wore off, setting them on a table. When stopping at one of the gas stations to refill the tank and get more food, he had bought another hat along with sunglasses and normal glasses for both of them. Anything to disguise them with.

"Maybe we should just try turning ourselves into the police?" Rory suggested. "They could protect us from Zane."

"And throw me into a jail cell," Tristan said sarcastically, collapsing into the arm chair.

"No, I'll explain that you had nothing to do with Zane, and all you did was save me from that place, and try to keep me safe from him."

Tristan smirked at her naiveness. "Mary, I have a record. They're not going to believe that I had nothing to do with it. They've been looking for something to pin on me for awhile anyways."

Rory narrowed her eyes. "Well, I'll make them believe me. And it's RORY!"

Tristan rolled his eyes, his smirk still on his face, causing Rory to glare at him. She kicked him in the leg, harder than what she meant to.

"Ow!" Tristan yelled, rubbing the spot, as he glared at her. "What was that for?"

"For being a cocky bastard."

Tristan's eyes got big in shock, before smirking. "Never thought I would hear a bad word like that come out of your mouth. Maybe you aren't as much of a Mary as I thought..."

"As we reported earlier today, there has been some breaking news in the disappearance of Lorelai Gilmore-Hayden." Tristan and Rory's attention immediately went to the television. "The police received an anonymous tip-"

"Anonymous my ass," Tristan grumbled.

"That TristanMorgan was involved with the disappearance. Police are currently on the look out for him for questioning. There was a sighting last night ofMorgan with an unidentified female companion matching Gilmore-Hayden's description near Pittsburgh. We now go to Tom Wiltens, whose live with an eye witness who saw the pair."

"Thank you Katie, I am outside a truck stop with Sandy Harper. Can you tell us what you saw?"

"That's the woman from the diner last night," Rory said in disbelief.

"Yeah Tom, the two of them came in last night. He left her sitting at the counter, while he went off to who knows where. I kept my eye on her while she was here, as she looked terrified. I had asked her if she needed any help, but she said she was just waiting for someone. He must have had her too afraid to ask for help or something. It look like he threatened her before leaving. All I could hear him say was, 'Don't move', before leaving. When he came back, he about went into a panic when he did not see her at first."

"You heard it first hand here first," Tom said, taking the spotlight back. "Police said that a duo matching the two were witnessed staying at a motel nearby this diner, however they escaped before being apprehended. Police have informed people to not approach if you see Morgan, but to immediately call 911. He is currently still wanted for questioning for the shooting at a bank in New Haven, Connecticut two months ago, where three people were killed."

Rory looked over at Tristan in shock, as he grabbed the remote, switching the television off. He then leaned back in his chair, using a hand to rub his temples.

"What are we going to do?" Rory asked quietly.

"I have a place that we're heading to right now," Tristan sighed, relaxing in the chair.

"Where?"

"Over in West Virginia, we aren't too far from it. We can lay low there for awhile."

Rory chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

"What?" Tristan asked in an annoyed voice, as she looked up at him in confusion. "I can tell you want to ask something?"

"Um, well, I remember seeing about that shooting on the news when it happened..." Rory said nervously, unable to look at him. "Were you apart of it?" She looked up to meet his eyes, which were very stormy at the time, before a shield came up over them.

Tristan looked away, running a hand through his hair before he looked back at her. "I didn't kill anyone, if that's what you're asking."

Rory looked away from him, her cheeks heating up. Truthfully, that was what she wanted to know. He did not seem like a cold blooded murder, at least to her. However there were those few times that he did scare her.

Tristan rolled his eyes, getting up from the chair. "I'm going to bed." He paused on his trek to the bed, before turning around to face her. "She said you looked terrified? Is that true?"

Rory looked up at him in surprise.

"Do I scare you? Are you afraid of me?" Tristan asked in a light voice.

Rory paused, thinking. She could not help but think back to when he had held up the gas station. But she knew that he would never hurt her. Holding up the gas station was something he did for her, in a weird twisted way. "No... I was just scared of being left behind there."

"I didn't want to leave you there, but you needed to get some food..." Tristan said warily.

"It's alright, I was okay," Rory said, giving him a small smile.

Tristan nodded his head. "Come on, let's get some sleep."

He went over to the bed to crash, while Rory grabbed a change of clothes from their duffel bag that they had brought along from his grandparents to take to the bathroom, before joining him.

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Rory glanced in her rearview mirror nervously, before glancing over at Tristan the next afternoon. He looked agitated, and was clenching the steering wheel tightly.

"Tristan, is that car..." Rory trailed off, knowing that was what was making him act so fidgety.

He glanced over at her, before back at the road. Rory watched as his foot went down on the gas a bit more, causing the car to lurch forward at a faster pace. He quickly switched lanes. She could feel fear seizing her chest as the non descriptive car with dark tinted windows behind them suddenly switched lanes also, as it's speed increased.

"Tristan..." Rory trailed off, as she saw a sign approaching stating that the freeway was to come to an end in another two miles.

"I see it," Tristan grumbled, before quickly turning the car at a sharp angle to barely make it off the freeway turn off.

The car behind them barely made it off, yet kept right behind them.

"Put your head down between your legs," Tristan commanded, afraid of her getting whiplash if they got hit or the car crashed. Also, just in case the other car started to shoot at them, she would hopefully be out of the line of fire

Rory immediately obeyed, as Tristan drove the car as fast as it could go, down some back streets, trying to lose the other car. However as he had an old car, that was no match for the newer car that was chasing them.

Rory screamed, as the car behind them bumped into their back bumper.

"Keep your head down!" Tristan yelled, as they were bumped again, yet this time harder, sending their car spiraling out of control with the speed that they were driving, before running into a tree off the road.

"Are you okay?" Tristan asked Rory panicked, as both took off their seat belts.

Rory nodded her head meekly, too scared to say anything. Her eyes were wide.

"You're bleeding," Tristan said about her forehead, where she had bumped it on the dashboard of the car. Tristan quickly reached into the back seat to grab his gun. He grabbed Rory's arm, getting ready to yank her out of the car with him.

"Don't move Morgan," a voice said coolly.

Tristan paused, leaving Rory in the driver's seat, as he stood outside of the car. He had his right arm raised with the gun pointed directly to Zane's head. Zane also had his gun trained on Tristan.

"Just put your gun down, and let the girl go, and you can go on your way," Zane said, his gun never wavering.

Rory watched big eyed, wishing she could just melt into the seat of the car. Tristan would not just hand her over, would he? Not after all they had been through together.

"Fuck off Zane," Tristan swore, as he glared back at him.

Zane chuckled. "You're not going to win this one Tristan."

It was then that the back seat of Zane's car opened up, revealing his back up. Several large looking thugs.

"Just let her go, and you can go. She's all we want, not you," Zane repeated again. "If not, we will take her by force. You don't scare us."

At Tristan's silence, Zane shrugged his shoulders. "Fine, don't want to do this the easy way, so we'll do it the hard way."

As the thugs started approaching, Tristan started shooting.

"Rory, run!" he yelled, as he tried to block the men off.

Rory scrambled out of the car, taking off running in the opposite direction of the fight. Running was never her thing, as she pumped her arms. She turned her head to see if anyone was following her yet, pausing in shock as she saw that Tristan was suddenly hit with a bullet, and fell to the ground.

With him down, the thugs then turned their attention to her. Gasping, she took off running.

She could see a house in the distance. If she could only reach it, she could call 911 for help. She should be able to out run these large men, should she not? It is not like they are in shape either. Why did she listen to her mom and never take sports in school to be more in shape?

"Oomph!" Rory grunted, as she was suddenly tackled to the ground, landing hard on her side. She immediately started hitting and kicking, anything to get the large thug off of her. She screamed as loud as she could, in hopes that the people at the house could hear her cries for help and alert the police.

Seeing another man handing the one on top of her a cloth, she struggled harder. She took a deep breathe before the hand clamped over her mouth.

"Breath you little bitch!" the man grunted, as the minutes passed by without her giving in.

Rory could feel her lungs burning, as tears streamed down her face. She had no choice but to give in. To let the darkness take her yet again, only this time she knew that things would be different.

This time they would be worse.