ADDICTION

Disclaimer – Gilmore Girls don't belong to me. If I did, Lorelai never would've slept with Chris, let alone married the guy and Rory and Logan wouldn't have broken up for good at the end of the season. But if this Gilmore Girls Telemovie comes to pass, depending on how it goes I may forgive the shows creators for leaving it in the hands of David Rosenthal which ruined it all.

Summary - Addiction can be deadly and the road it leads you down can be even deadlier. Trory. Told from Louise's POV.

WARNING: Extremely AU!!! A story about drug addiction. Contains Rory/Tristan, Louise/Logan and brief mentions of Steph/Collin and Paris/Finn.

Necessary Background Information - Chris and Lorelai got married when they had Rory, so Rory grew up in Hartford, next door to Louise, and thus they became best friends. Tristan & Steph are step-brother and sister. Paris & Logan are brother and sister. (Honor and Madeline were not used as they did not fit appropriately for this story)

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ADDICTION

Chapter 9 – Never the Same

Life was never the same.

We tried to return to some state of normalcy, but we stopped talking. Stopped communicating. We didn't go everywhere together as a group anymore. Steph grieved deeply, and then established communications with Rory and Tristan, but continued to ignore the rest of us. She'd never forgiven Logan for the way he brushed off Finn's death so callously, thinking so selfishly. And since both Paris and myself were linked to Logan, we were brushed aside by association.

Finn was gone, and that left a huge void in the apartment. No one could ignore it. We'd see one of his ratty old sweat shirts, or his guitar sitting in the corner, and there'd be this awkward silence, each of us blaming ourselves.

Grief makes you feel empty.

However, heroin does not.

You never expect to hit the bottom. You never realize how much makeup you're wearing until you start crying uncontrollably and it all starts running down your face. You never realize how slutty your clothes are until someone offers you money for some sexual favors. You never realize how poor you are until you actually accept their offer.

I'm getting ahead of myself.

Heroin was always so dark. I had already experimented with so much, weed, pills, acid, cocaine. They were always there to take me away. But heroin was something I- we had yet to venture into. Truthfully, I was afraid. In my mind, it was the absolute worst I could do. That stuff was expensive.

Tristan brought it back to the apartment one day. "I've found the solution to all our problems," He told Rory, pushing her lithe body back on the old worn out couch, and sitting down close next to her. Paris looked on sitting in a decrepit armchair from the opposite side of the room, and Steph peered over at them from the floor with a misty interest.

"What is that?" Logan asked him, standing in the doorway, while I watched nervously resting against the closest wall.

"Some guy just gave it to me," Tristan replied. He stretched out his arm and slipped the needle into it, pumping the drugs into veins and through his system.

We all watched with anxious scrutiny to see what would happen.

See, with heroin you inject it into a muscle or into your blood stream. The high in the muscle lasts for about 5-8 minutes, but it's nowhere near as intense as the high from blood stream. It only lasts 7 seconds, but man … it's amazing.

He rested his head against the wall as his breathing became more inconsistent. Increasingly rapid before hitching into a slow steady rhythm. A raunchy smile spread over his face, and beads of sweat dribbled down off his chin.

He recovered completely a few minutes later, and turned to look at Rory, who was curled up next to him, her head balancing on her hand, her blue eyes intently watching him.

He smiled at her lovingly.

"You've got to try this," he whispered, leaning closer to her, kissing her mouth softly. She responded immediately, wrapping her petite arms around his neck, pulling him close.

He broke from her plush and bruised lips, took her arms, and started planting light kisses up and down them, all over. He looked at her attentively, waiting for her consent. Biting her lip, she nodded slowly.

He smiled again, and turned her arm over, kissing the white porcelain of her perfectly smooth wrist. "You'll love it, I promise," He told her.

He held her wrist and reloaded the needle he had used on his arm. I blanched at the sight. God, they were sharing needles now?

We all held our breaths. There was not a sound in the room.

Not. A. Sound.

Slowly, he sank the needle into her arm.

Her usual bubbly and innocent expression became blank for a moment. Her bright blue eyes looked so peaceful, so serene.

Then, it started.

Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth opened, suddenly begging for air. "Oh my God," she muttered. "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God,"

"Sshhhh," He told her, kissing her lips gently. "You talk too much,"

He just stared at her so intently, so lovingly, not caring that the rest of us were in the room. He had managed to get Rory off, and that's all that was important to him. Rory was all that mattered.

She eventually came out of it and immediately begged for more, but he wouldn't give it to her. He pushed her back on the couch and kissed down her body, pushing his rough hands under her shirt, caressing her soft skin. She arched her back high at his touch, moaning softly.

Then … well … you can guess what happened.

In front of us too.

They had never been … up front before. They kept it in their room. Which was kind of nice because the images of naked Tristan haunted Logan until he died.

Until he died.

Anyway.

It was all downhill from there. How many times can I possibly say that? No, I meant drug wise. They had done heroin. There was nothing else for them to do.

Sometimes, I think Tristan and Rory might still be alive if she just didn't come into the picture. I mean … I blame her sometimes, when blaming myself gets too tiring.

Summer.

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