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A/N: Okay, so I told you guys that I'd put this out tomorrow, but while I was asleep this morning it was decided that tomorrow we would take a family outing to the zoo before I leave Saturday, so here it is early. Thank my parents. Oh, and please don't kill me for butchering the Middle English terms. I'm going by what I remember from first semester English, so don't be too upset if it's not quite right. Please read and enjoy, and don't forget about my forum- "Wanna Talk Gilmore?". I'm promoting it, because I want the good old forums to come back. I'll have more of this story up by the July 18th, but I'll try my best to get some more up by like the 7th of 8th (don't hold your breath). Enjoy! Oh, and for the sake of argument, let's all say that Romeo already new that he was going to the Capulet's party.

Tristan and Rory: A Shakespearean Tragedy?

Chapter 2

'Why was I such and ass to Mary today? I mean, I could've given her a little slack. It's not like she actually wanted to be with me on this project. I kinda forced that one on her. I mean, paying the teacher to let me be in her group was the best plan, or might not've… What the hell am I thinking! I shouldn't think like this. It'll ruin my edge.' Then Tristan opened his eyes and looked around.

"Where the hell am I?" Tristan wondered out loud as he took in his surroundings. "I was in Mary's kitchen, and now I'm… I must've fallen asleep. I just have to pinch myself, and-ow! Okay, let's rule sleeping off of the list of possible causes. But what else could it be?"

"Ay, good Romeo, why art thou here, and not in thy chambers?"

"Who are you?" Tristan asked, a little annoyed and slightly frightened.

"Why Romeo, doest thou not recognize thine own cousin? What witchcraft hath been bestowed upon thou to forget Benvolio?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Thou must be ill. Tis the sickness going 'round, we must go to the manor at once for thou needs treatment for thine malady."

"I'm not going anywhere, pal, until I get some answers. And cut the stupid accent, its really getting on my nerves." Tristan played the tough guy card, hoping it would work.

"I hate to doe this towards thou, Romeo, my kin, but I have not a choice." Benvolio struck Tristan, and all went black.

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"Excuse me, but did you just call me Juliet?" Rory asked the young man standing in front of her.

"Dearest cousin, havest thou forgotten thine own cousin, Tybault?"

'Quick thinking Gilmore. Need quick thinking. Um, Tybault? Romeo and Juliet? Play along.' "The darkness hath clouded my vision, and I apologize, dear Tybault. I could not see thou." Rory struggled. Her Middle English wasn't exactly polished, but it worked.

"Tis alright, Juliet. Shall I escort thou back to thy manor?"

Rory nodded, not knowing how to respond. If she was going to figure this out she'd need some time, and time would come when they got back to the manor.

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'It feels like someone hit me in the head with a rock! I wonder if Mary has any aspirin.' Tristan thought as he lifted himself up onto his elbows, then he remembered where he was. 'Great, I'm still in wacko world. This is just great, that means no aspirin. And my head is killing me.'

"Doest thou feel better, son?" A middle aged woman asked Tristan.

"Why the hell is everyone talking so weird!" Tristan yelled. Mentally berating himself, because on top of the odd circumstances, his head was still pounding.

"My son, thou must be with the visions. Lie now, for thou shall need thine health, for there tis a ball to-night, and we hath been invited." The woman said as she stood and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

'Sleep. I must need sleep. Plus, that chick just said something about a party. Maybe I can get a quick lay tonight.' The final thought appealed to Tristan, and he drifted off to sleep.

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Rory was escorted by Tybault back to a large house. When they entered, the young man bid Rory a good night, and walked off, leaving Rory alone with her thoughts. 'Now where do you think Juliet's room is?' She thought. 'I'll ask her!' She concluded seeing a maid tending to some flowers. "Excuse me," she began. "Canst thou direct me to my chambers? I am quite tired, and hath not the strength to make it there alone." The maid hastily agreed, and led Rory up a flight of stairs and to the left, down a narrow corridor. When they reached the end the maid indicated that this was her room, and left.

Rory walked in, and was shell shocked by what she saw: a large bed, most likely larger than a normal kind sized, and a vanity in the center. She walked towards the bed, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It was crude, made of an opaque metal, but it was clear enough for her to notice that she was no longer wearing her jeans and t-shirt that she had put on after school. In fact, she was dressed in a full length gown, which was a crimson color. It wasn't quite a Cinderella dress, but it was beautiful in all its aspects. "Holy shit." Rory said when she spied herself. If she was confused before, then she didn't know what she was now.

As she took notice of herself in the mirror, an elderly woman walked in with a pile of clothes in her hand. "Dear me, thou must be exhausted. Wouldst thou like help with thine clothing change?" She asked.

"Please." Rory said. As the woman helped undress her, it occurred to Rory that this must be the Nurse from the play. "Thank you, Nurse." She said after she was successfully in her sleeping wear.

"Not to worry, milady. I twill see thou at first sun rays. Good morrow."

"Good morrow." Rory replied. 'I just need some sleep.' She thought as she climbed into the bed that was extremely comfortable, falling asleep almost immediately.

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The next day Rory was bathed and assisted into a sapphire gown that brought out the blue her eyes. "Milady, you look beautiful to-night." The nurse said.

"Thank you, kind lady." Rory replied.

"Thou dost seem disturbed, milady. Tis there some deed I can doest for thou?"

"No, thank you, Nurse. It twill be fine."

"Yes."

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Tristan was going to a party. 'I don't know how I got here, but maybe after the party I'll get out.' He thought hopefully, but not fully thinking it would work. When he entered the room, a portly middle aged man greeted everyone joyously and encouraged the young men to find someone to dance with, Tristan roamed around a bit, and then saw Rory. 'She looks beautiful in that dress.' He thought, and then mentally hit himself in the head for thinking such things about her. She didn't like him anyways.

"Hey Mary." He said, standing next to her, leaning against a wall.

"Tristan!" She squealed, and jumped, wrapping her arms around his neck, and giving him a hug, which he gladly reciprocated.

"Wow, Mare. I never thought that you'd be that excited to see me."

"Well, it's a lot better knowing that I have someone to talk to in my own language."

"Yeah, why are all these people talking like this?"

"I don't know, but it's gotta be either a really long dream, or some really creepy reality T.V. show, but I would just play along. It would make more sense, don't you think? I mean, to go along with it, so they don't think that we're diseased, and go after us?"

"I don't know. I wouldn't be able to since, I didn't exactly read any of that Shakespeare-"

"Yes you did."

"What?"

"I saw you. When you thought that nobody was around, I was headed towards the bus stop, and you were sitting in your car. I know that it was Romeo and Juliet, because you have the same copy as I do."

"No, that wasn't… You caught me. I did read it. I was curious." He resigned.

"So there is a human side to Dugrey, King of Chilton, after all?"

"Yeah, somewhere in there."

"So, if you read that because you were curious, what else do you read?"

"A little of this, a little of that."

"Okay, so who's your favorite author?"

"Dickens."

"Really?"

Tristan and Rory talked about books for another hour, and once they were done with books they got to movies. Rory teased him greatly for his love of cheesy action films, but was happy to here that his guilty pleasure was The Wizard of Oz. They went from movies to music, and by time they were done, the party was over.

"It's over already?" Rory pouted

"Rory, it's been almost three hours."

"We've been talking for three hours?"

"Yeah."

"Well then, I guess the party would be winding down then, wouldn't it?"

"That would make sense."

"You know what's funny?"

"Huh?"

"People kept on calling me Juliet today. It was weird. I keep on thinking that even though I'm talking like them that maybe I should tell them my real name, because I'm not really responsive to Juliet."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I'll always call you Mary."

"Is that a promise or a threat?" Rory asked, smiling up at him.

"You aren't happy that you'll always have a place in my heart?" Tristan asked as he put his hand over his heart in mock anguish.

"I guess we better go…" Rory said reluctantly as she saw people leaving.

"Before we do, during the party in Romeo and Juliet, they kiss. And as I'm Romeo to them, and you're Juliet, well…"

"Don't even think about it, Dugrey." Rory said, and turned to leave. She walked a few steps forward and turned. "Good night, Romeo." She said, and left.

'How does she do it?' Tristan thought, and left.

A/N: Thank you for reading my story, now all you've got to do is review. Now go and push that litle periwinkle button, and make me the happiest author here! See you at chapter three, which will be here whenever I can get online again. It'll be up between the 7th and the 18th. Don't forget to review, and then go to the forum "Wanna Talk Gilmore?" because it makes me happy when people talk there. See you soon!