Disclaimer: It's a fanfiction… so for obvious reason as a "fan" I can not claim this as my own. BUT! The idea is mine – and that's the basis of what you're reading… SO ENJOY! (ASP My hero)

A/N: This didn't go through my beta, so... sorry in advance for any mistakes. Once I get a hold of her, I'll re-post with the corrected version.

Chapter 4: Hitching a Ride with Daniel Craig

"Okay everyone," Rory said standing up. "Paris has come down with an unfortunate case of mono, so I'll be running the meetings," she said glancing at Tristin. "We have a lot of work to do, so if you'll open the folders in front of you, there are tasks which need to be completed highlighted."

Taking her seat, she opened her folder. Glancing at Tristin, she smiled as she moved it over for them to share; thankful that he was there to help.

"Location?" Louise asked after a moment. "I'm the ultimate party planer and I have to work on location?"

"Sorry," Rory said, flipping through her binder as Tristin moved her folder to protect the loose sheets. "I got you mixed up with Brad. Brad? Could you switch with Louise?"

"I'm on location?" Brad asked nervously, "What about music? I'm the most qualified after all,"

"I have music covered already," Rory said, "I've got a band lined up."

"A live band?" Madeline asked, "But that's like live music,"

"Back to location," Rory said laughing nervously. "Any ideas?" she asked looking at Tristin with a desperate gleam in her eye.

"I have a pretty big basement, and it's free," Madeline said as Tristin opened his mouth to speak.

"Okay, any other ideas?" Rory asked the group.

"We could do it on a yacht."

"No good," Rory replied, looking at her paper. "One of the guitarists in the band I have lined up gets sea sick. Next?"

"We could try the Palace, it's classy, and they do their own catering."

"It's also pricy, and we want to make sure that we can give as much money as possible to our charity, so we need to keep costs low."

"How about the gym?" Tristin asked. "It's free, and we can spend more money on catering and decorations. It will also let us keep with out theme, I mean if we go to the Palace, or any other classy center we'd have to fit dress code."

"What does everyone else think?" Rory asked the group, giving Tristin a thankful smile.

"I guess, I mean, it's not the most practical location for a party. But it all right," Louise said.

"Okay, Brad, can you go about organizing that?"

"Sure, I – I can do that."

"Great, once your done, send the papers to Paris, and she's keep them filed and organized."

"P-Paris?" Brad asked, eyes becoming wide with terror.

"Yea, she's got Mono remember. She still wants to be involved though."

"Couldn't Madeline or Louise do it? They're her friends." Brad suggested, looking around the table hopefully.

"Sorry, I've got a date."

"I'm not going near her when she's sick." Louise said, looking at Brad as if he were crazy.

"Rory?" He asked, voice cracking.

"I guess I can drop them off with my papers. I need everything by Monday," she relied.

"Thank you," Brad said exhaling.

"Okay, onto fundraisers. We need two fundraisers to pay for decorations and catering. Originally it would have been three, but we don't need to rent a location, so two should be fine. Any ideas?"

"Hey Mary, need a lift home?" Tristin asked coming out of to school catching on of her many binders as it fell.

"I'm not going home," Rory said in a sing-song voice, while readjusting her grip on her books, before accepting her binder back.

"You're not?" Tristin asked confused.

"Oh no. See we had a Prom Committee meeting."

"Yes, I was there if you remember." Tristin replied.

"Yes, you were there. But Paris wasn't. So now, I get to sit on that bench and wait for the 8 o'clock bus into Hartford."

"You won't make it home until midnight at that rate. Let me give you a lift, I live right next to Paris."

"You do?"

"Yea, it's no where near out of my way. Then when you're done, let me give you a ride home."

"Well that is out of your way."

"Come on Mary, afraid to get in the car with me?"

"No," She retorted, smacking herself inwardly for such a lame response.

"Is there a reason attached to that answer?" Rory was silent for a moment. "I thought you had a million reasons for not getting in a car with me," Tristin said, baiting her.

He wasn't sure why he did it. Actually, he admitted to himself he did. When Rory got fired up, she got this dangerous glint in her eyes; they changed from their deep absorbing blue, into a navy storm blue. He could lose himself in those eyes, and the dangerous glint just reminded him of how strong her character really was. It was beautiful, and if enjoying this beauty came with her annoyance then he was willing to take it, because frankly, he would do anything to get lost in those eyes.

"Of course there are a million reasons!" And there it was, Tristin thought smiling inwardly as her eyes lit up. "I've seen you drive! You're careless. You have horrible music, stuff that changes with what ever is played that week on MTV. You have a different sports car every month, how am I supposed to know if you crash it and need new one? All signs point to yes, I mean I've seen you drive in before, people will start calling you Daniel Craig, after all – you're blonde. Getting into the car with you would be light signing my death certificate. I'd have to write my will before I did something like that. And insurance wouldn't even cover me because I'll be sitting in the back seat, where you've done God knows what with every girl in the school,"

"Why are you in the back seat?" Tristin asked, watching Rory take a breath.

"Because you ego will ride shot gun," Rory replied quickly before starting back up again. "Then my mother would have to come to the morgue and pick me up, identify my body. Of course she'll cry. Not only did her baby girl die with ET, but she didn't even have coffee in her system."

"ET?" Tristin asked.

"Did you hear the coffee part?"

"Yea, yea, I heard that, but ET? Like the alien form the movie?"

"No ET as in Evil Tristin." Rory replied. "It's much less of a mouthful." Rory cringed at her choice of words.

"Much less of a mouthful, huh?" Tristin asked smirking.

"Why do you have to make turn everything into innuendo?"

"Why won't you get in the car?" Tristin asked.

"Do I really need to repeat myself? Did you miss the part about no airbag in the back seat?"

"I'll curb the ego. You can ride shotgun for today." Tristin stated. Watching her think about the offer he knew she was ready to accept – there was no way she wanted to sit on a bus, let alone get home as late as midnight. "We can even pick up coffee on the way." Tristin said, watching her face light up in happiness.

"Okay, at least I'll die happy." Rory said, passing Tristin her books. "Here, carry these."

"Gee thanks," He replied sarcastically, walking her towards his car. "So you really think I could be the next James Bond?"

"So much for curbing your ego,"

"You're late," Paris said as Rory entered.

"Sorry Paris," Rory sighed.

"The meeting ran late," Tristin supplied, setting a stack of papers on Paris' desk.

"What's he doing her?" Paris asked, reaching for her hair and quickly trying force it flat.

"He offered me a ride."

"Yea, but what's he doing here? Helping you out?" Paris asked, watching Tristan poking around her room

"You painted your walls since I was last in here." Tristin replied while lifting up a picture frame.

"That's because the last time you were in here was when we were four." Paris snapped. "Now hurry up. I have twenty minutes until I have to go to sleep.

"Wow Paris, it's not even eight thirty, and you're going to bed. I didn't know you were on such a strict sleeping schedule."

"My therapist has me on it. He says with proper sleep my people skills will improve."

"How long you been on it?"

"Four years," she replied. "You know, you don't have to wait here."

"I'm giving Mary a lift home," was Tristan's reply.

"No party tonight?" Paris asked.

"It's a Summer's place"

"Enough said." Paris replied. "We have a lot of work to do. Why don't you wait at home and we'll call you when we're done."

"I'm getting the feeling you don't want me here,"

"I don't" was all Paris said in reply.

"That hurts. And to think, I gave you half of my popsicle when I was four."

"Out," Paris said. Once Tristan had left she turned to Rory. "Now what progress did we make?" she asked, lifting up the stack of papers, and flipping through them.

"We decided to use the school for our location, and we're going to pick fundraisers next Friday. Louise is going to work on decorations with Madeline. I've got Summer ready to take over seating once we sell tickets."

"You're trusting Summer with seating?"

"I guess I could swap her with Louise…"

"Better, Louise is in on all the gossip, she'll be able to make she that Missy isn't sitting next to the guy she dumped the week before. What else?"

"The band is secure. Lane said they'd play for free, but her band mates aren't willing. But they're doing three sets for $100 and food, which is virtually free."

"And they're half decent? I mean I know she's your friend, but I'm trusting you to be unbiased here."

"They're perfect."

"Fine, who's working on the menu?"

"I don't have anyone on it right now, but we can get that organized next meeting."

"Do." Paris said, scanning down papers. "Do you like him?" Paris asked suddenly.

"What?" Rory asked, stunned for a moment.

"Do – do you like him? Tristin? Paris asked, looking Rory in the eye.

"I'm not holding a gun to his head,"

"No, you know what I mean Rory. Do you – like him."

"I have a boyfriend Paris."

"Right. Silly question. Sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I mean, I know you like him."

"I don't"

"What?" Rory asked for the second time that night.

"I don't like him that way anymore. I mean I used to. I really did. But, I don't anymore. Which is why," She continued. "I wanted to know if you liked him. Because, well in that case he's all yours. No hard feelings, no giving you a tough time. He's yours."

"Paris," Rory said looking her in the eye. "I don't like Tristin."

"Fine, whatever. I'll see you next Friday." Paris said. "Leave the notes here."

"Fine, call Tristin for me?"

"Yea, bye."

"Bye."

Rory walked down the stairs. Collecting her coat, she thanked the maid that brought it to her. Opening the front door she found Tristan ready to ring the bell.

"Hey, Mary" he said smirking. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Ha, ha, ha" Rory replied deadpanned. "You going to give me a ride home or do I have to walk." She said looking at her watch. "I've missed the last bus to Stars Hollow."

"Well you could always stay at my place," Tristin leered.

"That's all right; my grandparents live just down the block." Rory smirked. "Thanks for the offer though."

"Alright, hop in." he said, opening her door for her. "You can't blame a guy for trying though."

Rory thought for a moment. "Actually you can."