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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I really have no excuse this time. I hope that you like this and I will try to have the next chapter up in a reasonable amount of time!

Chapter Seventeen: Pretty Woman Revised

"Rory, where are you going?" Paris asked, meandering from her dorm room.

"To lunch," Paris looked at Rory's attire, leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom door.

"Okay, you're obviously not going to see Logan because you're wearing sweats and Tristan is busy today. What's going on?"

"I'm going to see my mother," Rory said, searching for her purse.

"Wow, you two made up quick,"

"We're discussing what happened; having a no bars conversation. Nothing is off limits,"

"Unless it gets too personal," Paris interjected causing Rory to stop her search. She looked at her friend, her eyes a bit glassy.

"Nothing is off limits. This lunch is to smooth things over, not mess them up. Now, have you seen my purse?"

"It's in the microwave,"

"Why is it in the microwave?" Rory asked, taking out her bag from the rectangular machine.

"Because your cell phone kept going off last night when you were gone and I couldn't stand it," Rory panicked, taking out her phone. She pressed missed calls and saw that there were four from Tristan. Immediatly she knew that something was wrong.

"Paris, Tristan was trying to call me!"

"So?"

"What if something is wrong?" She quickly dialed Tristan's number, hoping everything was okay.

"Hello,"

"Tristan-"

"Rory, it's you! I called you four times last night,"

"I know, I was out with Logan and left my purse at home. Is everything okay?"

"Uh, kind of,"

"Tristan-" Rory stopped when she heard a voice tell Tristan to get off of the phone.

"Tristan, where are you?"

"With some very nice people in uniform," Rory sighed, gesturing for Paris to hand her coat to her.

"I'll be right there. Where are you?"

"Remember when we got busted for being out after burfew junior year?" Rory smiled.

"Alright, I'm on my way,"

Rory walked into the police station, moving towards the front desk. The lady sitting down behind the bullet proof glass looked up at her. The woman's overly lined eyes looked Rory up and down, the disdain not lost on her.

"Yes?" She said curtly, shooting Rory an impatient look.

"I'm here for Tristan Dugrey," The lady looked through a thick wad of papers, slowly making her way through the yellowed sheets. Rory could see coffee stains on a few and could see the blonde roots showing on the lady's dyed hair.

"Alright, he's in cell 947,"

"How much is his bail?"

"One hundred dollars," The lady droned, not even bothering to look up. Rory pulled out two fifties, pushing them underneath the glass. The lady checked for their authenticity and then signaled for a guard.

"Take her to 947, he's free to go," She looked at Rory, her face blank, "He's all yours," Rory followed the guard, the smell of clorax becoming increasingly strong. When she saw Tristan she couldn't help but smile. He was sitting far from a dirty old man, checking his watch periodically. His hair was gelled to perfection and his Ralph Lauren polo shirt was as crisp as a stalk of celery.

"Tristan Dugrey, your bail has been paid for," Tristan smiled, hugging Rory.

"Thanks Mare, I appreciate it,"

"You owe me one hundred dollars,"

"WOw, bail's increased a lot since the last time I was here," Rory smiled, shaking he rhead. They walked out of the jail into the parking lot. The sun beat down on them, warming their skin which was tight from winter's coldness.

"So, what did you do this time," ROry asked, reaching into her purse for her car keys.

"Well, I met a lovely lady at a bar. We had a lovely time and then she asked me for some cash,"

"What?"

"She asked me for cash for her, uh, services. I paid her and then it turned out that she was sent by the police to catch people who use their services,"

"She was lovely, huh?"

"Turns out Trixi was not as straight laced as we thought," ROry laughed, looking at Tristan.

"I can't believe you were caught with a prostitute,"

"I didn't know she was one!" Tristan argued, annoyed by Rory's fit of laughter.

"Tristan, her name was Trixi," Rory laughed again, opening the doors. Tristan got in, buckling his seat belt immediatly. Rory looked at him, smirking slightly.

"Mr. Dangerous is buckling his seat belt?"

"I've already been in jail once, I'd rather have it not happen again," Rory smiled, driving out of the lot.

"YOu are so never going to live this down,"

The prostitute fiasco had occured and now days later Rory was once again trying to find her purse. The doorbell rang and Paris once again was as stubborn as always.

"Rory, someone's at the door," Paris called out blandly, flipping through her magazine.

"Answer it then,"

"I can't,"

"Why not?"

"Too much effort,"

"Paris, get up and answer the door!" Rory whined, trying to find her purse in her room. Paris groaned, dragging herself to the door. She opened it up and found Tristan at the door, Callie at the door.

"Tristan, what a surprise. Did you pick up any hookers today?"

"Rory told you?" Paris nodded.

"Yes, she told me. I hope you didn't get ghonnoria," Callie looked at Tristan, confused. He shook his head, sighing.

"Don't ask,"

"Paris, did you put my purse in the microwave again?" Rory asked, walking out of her room, "Oh, hi Callie, Tristan,"

"Why would your purse be in the microwave?" Tristan asked. Paris ignored him, directing her attention on Rory.

"No, why can't you keep track of your stuff?"

"BEcause crazy people like you keep moving it," Rory spotted her purse in the potted plant and smiled, snatching it up. Tristan looked at her with a smile.

"Why is your purse in the plant?"

"Because it's close to the door,"

"Oh, of course," ROry stopped in front of the mirror, fixing her hair quickly.

"OKay, I've got to go. Good bye everybody!"

Rory drove into Stars Hollow, her body tingling with nerves. She never fought with her mother and the fact that she had a huge blow out with her mere days ago bothered her. Their relationship was the one stable thing in her life, if that could get ruined how could anything else last? That was why she needed to make things right again, she needed things back to normal. She pulled up to her house, parking next to Lorelai's jeep. Seconds later she was looking at her mother, standing before her with a nervous grin.

"Hi Rory," Lorelai said cautiously, as unsure about the protocol of making up as Rory was.

"Hi, are you ready to go to the Dragonfly?" Lorelai nodded.

"Yeah, I just need to find my purse," Rory smiled, remembering how she had been searching for hers an hour earlier.

"Okay, can I help?"

"Sure," They searched around the house and Rory nearly fainted when she saw Lorelai's purse in the potted plant near the door.

"Uh, Mom, I found it," She called out, feeling herself become teary eyed. Lorelai came down the stairs and smiled, picking it up.

"Perfect, are you ready to go?"

"Uh huh," Lorelai looked at Rory, noticing the shine in her eyes.

"Rory, are you okay?" Rory nodded, smiling wide.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Everything is fine," They walked out and Rory knew at that point that everything was going to be okay. When it came down to it she was Rory Gilmore and her mother was Lorelai Gilmore. Gilmores do not seperate, it had been done before with Richard and Emily and that didn't last longer than a few weeks. Gilmores were meant to be together and whether they wanted to or not, nature was not to be messed with.

A/N: I hope that you liked it. THanks for reading! I rewrote that last part so much adn I feel that the draft I picked was fitting. I didnt' want it to be too mushy, I hate mushy stuff...so...I hope that it wasn't too mushy. Please review, I love to hear what you guys think.