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Chapter Fourteen: Surprise Surprise

Rory drove the hour drive to her father's house, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her entire body was rigid, terrified of what she was about to face. As angry as she had been the fact still remained that Chris was her father. She couldn't hate her father, she loved her father. This simple fact was the thing that made it hurt the most. She loved her father and he had hurt her. She pulled up to the pretty white stucco house and parked in front. The house was well manicured, the lawn mowed and bushes trimmed. She could see a jungle gym peaking out a bit from the backyard, the paint showing wear from the wind and its young playmate. She walked to the door taking a deep breath. Her body was telling her to run but her mind told her otherwise. She knew that she had to face him, running would do her no good. After several minutes of deliberation she hastily pushed the bell, dreading it the moment she did it. Chris opened the door, greeting her with an easy smile. She felt tears burn in her eyes, becoming violently close to spilling out on her ivory skin.

"Rory," His smile faltered when he saw the expression on her face, "What's going on?"

"I met Callie," Rory said simply, her voice raw. He immediately paled, his hand grasping the frame of the door tightly.

"Rory-"

"When were you going to tell me?"

"I was waiting for the right time,"

"Dad, it's been twenty years. The right time didn't come throughout all of those years?"

"I didn't know how to tell you," Rory shook her head, a single tear falling down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, hating herself for being so weak.

"How could you keep it from me?"

"I'm sorry Rory, I am. I should've told you. I shouldn't have kept it from you," Chris said, sounding defeated. Rory felt the lump in her throat grow larger, a sob threatening to escape. She hated the situation she was in, hated seeing her father so defeated, she hated everything.

"Rory," he said again, pulling her from her thoughts, "I am sorry, so sorry. Please, let me make it up to you somehow. Let me make this right," She sniffed loudly, pushing the sleeves of her thick sweater up.

"Well, I have some questions," Chris nodded, moving aside.

"Come in, I'll answer anything you ask," She followed him into his house, walking with him to the living room. There she saw Gigi, sitting on the ground playing with blocks. There was her other half-sister; the thought boggled her mind. She now had two sisters, two people who shared her genes. She knelt next to Gigi, kissing her on the top of her head.

"Gigi, go play outside, okay?" Chris said. The young girl nodded exuberantly, running outside.

"Alright," Chris said, regaining Rory's attention, "What do you want to know?"

"Who's Callie's mom?"

"Rachel Stevens," Rory nodded, unsure of how to ask her next question. Chris noticed her apprehension and spoke, already knowing what she was inquiring.

"I was drunk at a party and your mother wasn't with me. She was at some society thing that I was able to get out of. I was totally smashed and it just happened,"

"Did you always accidentally do it when mom wasn't there?" She asked, her voice harsher than she intended. Chris spoke in a wounded voice, suddenly appearing small to her.

"No, it only happened once. Listen, I loved you mother. I never meant to hurt her,"

"Did you love me?" Rory asked, tears now spilling from her eyes.

"What?"

"Why did you visit Callie all the time? Why were you a father to her and simply a phone buddy to me?"

"Rory-"

"I would wait for those phone calls. I would wait by the phone and the whole time you were with her!"

"Rory, you need to understand I love you. You're my daughter, of course I love you!" Chris pleaded.

"They why did you never visit?"

"I couldn't stand to face your mother, her disappointment in me,"

"Why would Mom be disappointed in you?" Rory asked, confused. The moment she asked the question she knew the answer. Lorelai had known. Not only had Chris known, but her mother, her best friend, had known. She stood up abruptly, grabbing her purse.

"I have to go," She said, her voice trembling.

"Rory-"

"Bye Dad,"

She drove quickly, nearly twenty miles over the speed limit of 35. She didn't care though, all she cared about was getting away, running away from everything. Her mind was reeling with the news of the afternoon. Just the thought of it caused her eyes to tear up, her breath to catch in her throat. As she took a hard right turn she broad sided the metal fencing, her car careening off the road. She cried out in anguish, tears streaming down her face. Resting her head on the steering wheel, she cried, letting the sobs shake her body. She cried for a good five minutes until someone knocked on her window. As she looked up she was startled by the green eyes staring back at her, the intensity of them.

"Oh my gosh," She breathed out, immediately getting out of her car and hugging the man by her side.

"You look like hell Mare," He said with a smile, but she could hear worry evident in his voice. Rory hugged him tightly, the tears still streaming down her cheeks.

"Tristan, it is so good to see you. You have no idea," She said, her voice muffled by his sweatshirt.

"Is everything okay? You seem unusually pleased to see me,"

"Well, I found out I have a half sister. Both of my parents knew but chose not to tell me,"

"Wow, that's just...wow. I'm sorry Rory," She nodded sadly.

"Me too,"

"I'm assuming you just found this out seeing that you, the safest driver I know, got into an accident,"

"Yeah, I just came from my dad's," Tristan hugged her, kissing her on the forehead.

"Alright, come on, let's take you home," Rory smiled, following him back into the car.

"Tristan, I love you so much right now,"

"You too Mare, let's go,"

"So this is what the lovely campus of Yale looks like," Tristan said as they walked to her dorm.

"Yes, it would be more familiar to you if you didn't completely neglect me,"

"I don't neglect you! I just called you a month ago," Rory smiled.

"Well, I don't get to see you as much as I'd like to anymore," Tristan looked at her, a smirk not unlike Logan's on his face.

"You're very serious and sentimental,"

"Too many s's," Rory said, wrinkling her nose, "and not even any of the good ones,"

"Sorry, I'll add a sexy,"

"What about salty?" Tristan grinned, shaking his head as they climbed the stairs to her dorm room.

"Salty?"

"Well, sweet is too generic so I just picked the opposite," Tristan laughed, the mere sound of it relaxing her. She pulled out her key and opened the door.

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah," He wrapped his arms around her as they walked in, his arms around her.

"Good, because you know how much I hate seeing you sad. It makes me need to do this infamous bear hug,"

"Yes, I-" Rory stopped when she saw Logan sitting on the couch, looking at them with a confused expression on his face. Tristan removed his arms from her, moving beside her, "Logan,"

"Paris let me in. I, uh, wanted to know if you were up for some lunch," Logan looked at Tristan, the contempt not devoid from his features.

"I'd love to. First though I'd like to introduce you someone. Logan, this is my friend Tristan," Tristan immediately extended his hand, an easy smile in place.

"Tristan Dugrey," He said, shaking Logan's hand.

"I'm Logan Huntzberger," Logan replied wearily. Tristan laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You're Huntzberger, huh? You're exactly who my Dad told me not to be like. I ended up going to military school anyway though," Logan nodded, a small smile on his mouth.

"Well, you one upped me. I only got sent to different prep schools. I think my dad was afraid if I went to military school I'd simply become more disciplined with my slacking,"

Rory smiled with relief, watching the two men in her life swap stories. When she had walked in and saw Logan she had immediately felt herself stiffen. She knew her situation was quite compromising but Logan hadn't freaked out or jumped to any conclusions. She was relieved that he was getting along with Tristan. She had enough drama in her life; the last thing she needed was a jealous boyfriend.

"Logan, is Paris here?" Rory asked, interrupting his and Tristan's conversation.

"She's in her room," She walked into Paris's room, closing the door behind her.

"Do I hear Tristan?" Paris asked, taking her ear phones out of her ears.

"Yes,"

"He's back?"

"Well, if he is currently outside the door I would assume that, yes, he is back," Paris smiled, looking at the closed door.

"How awkward is that?"

"It's not,"

"You're lying. I mean, you guys were pretty serious when he left," Rory shrugged.

"That was then and now is...well, now is Logan," Paris looked and Rory and shook her head, placing her ear phones back in her ears.

"It's awkward Rory, and you know it,"