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A/N: I got the Tristan idea thing from One Tree Hill. I know, it's probably been done a thousand times over, but I liked the idea. So I'm writing it. If you guys really really hate it I will delete the chapter and rewrite it. But please don't make me do that!

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Rory played with Tristan's unmoved fingers as she flipped the pages of the newest hospital magazine. She'd been in there for, well, more than she needed to be. Lorelai, Melanie and Luke had all tried to get her to go home and get some sleep. But she, and all of them, knew that she would never be able to get any sleep with Tristan here at the hospital. She had bags under her eyes and no make up on. She didn't care. Tristan was in the hospital and the only thing that mattered was his chest rising, slowly, up and down. Melanie was at school, Lorelai was at the Inn and Luke and everyone else was at their job. Paris had agreed to give her notes for all the classes. Paris had tried as hard as she could to convince Rory to go to school. But Rory couldn't leave Tristan. She just couldn't. But, Paris did make her promise that if Tristan didn't wake up in atleast 2 more weeks, Rory was to go back to school and come here afterwards. She couldn't miss that much school. Even if the love of her life was in the hospital.

Rory sighed as she threw the magazine onto the floor. It was the same thing over and over again. Who was getting married, who was anorexic and who was a bitch in general.

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Tristan opened one eye at the bright light shining in his face. Rubbing his face, he sat up. Ouch. Headache alert. He groaned and looked around. The classroom was empty. Rory. He thought. I've got to find Rory. He stood up quickly and felt his shoulder. No hole. He smiled and ran out of the room.
Tentatively, he stepped out and looked around. It was empty. He walked through the halls and looked in every one of the classrooms. Empty. The school was a desert. Confusion washed over him as he stepped out of the school and into the parking lot. The lot was empty except for a black limousine. He scratched his head and walked over. A man in a black tux and dark sunglasses stood at the passenger door. Once Tristan walked up he opened the door and motioned for Tristan to get him. Tristan glanced at the stranger and got in as the phrase 'Don't get in a car with strangers' went through his mind.

They drove for a while until the driver pulled into a drive-way Tristan recognized as his own. The driver let him out and Tristan got out. He mumbled a thank you and walked in. He opened the big door and looked around.

"Hello?!" He called. No one answered. He walked into the rooms. No one was there. He had gone through all the rooms and still, No one was there. Agitated, he was about to walk back out the front door when he spotted the door to his fathers, office. Closed. He scowled and walked in.

The office was quiet. He looked around. The TV was on, turned to the channel CNN and his father's desk chair was turned away from him and their was smoke coming from it. As if someone was smoking a cigar.

"Hello?" Tristan asked. The chair swirled around and Tristan's eyes got wide.

Janlen Dugrey grinned at his grandson. Tristan had always been in his favorite. There was no doubt about it. Tristan reminded him of himself and sometimes, it scared him. But Tristan had always been able to stand on his own two feet. "Well hello son, how are you?"

Tristan scowled at his grandfathers' ease. "No offense Grandpa, but aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Janlen sighed and stood up. "Yes and so are you. But, I caught you before you actually died"

"I'm not dead am I? I mean I can't be. Rory-"

Janlen held up his hand to stop Tristan. "Calm down. Now, Tristan, Do you remember everything? That one guy bringing the gun? Rory in the classroom? Everything?"

Tristan nodded. Janlen continued. "When you got shot, you were supposed to die. But I intercepted it and now you're here. Well, technically you're unconscious in the hospital but you're soul, for the time being, is here. In Limbo I suppose."

"How is Rory?"

"She's fine. Well actually. She's not. Come on, we have places to go" Janlen walked out the door and Tristan followed him.

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Rory looked up at the clock. It was noon. Lorelai had just left. She was going to get something to eat. Rory wasn't hungry for anything. She hadn't been hungry since Jordon had pointed his gun at her.

Her dad had been here, made sure she was okay. He had business though and couldn't get out of it. Emily and Richard had been here and given Tristan some flowers. Emily had yelled at Rory for looking like this in a public place but Lorelai had told Emily that nobody cared, including Rory. They, of course, got in an argument resulting in Emily storming out of the hospital. She didn't care. She hadn't really cared about anything.

She looked back up at Tristan and a tear escaped her eyelids.

We'll do it all.
Everything
on our own.

We don't need
anything
or anyone.

"Tristan, I don't know if you can hear me" Rory started. "But I don't care. I'll say it anyways. I love you. I need you here. I can't do this alone. And I don't want to try"

If I lay here
if I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know

How to say

How I feel

Quickly and quietly Rory crawled into the bed. She made room for herself and laid, sideways, facing him. She grabbed his arm and wrapped it around her waist and laid her head down on his chest.

Those three words

I've said too much

But not enough

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me your garden that's bursting into life

Tears streamed down her face as Rory laid there. His soft, almost unnoticeable, heartbeat comforting her. Her arms around him, holding him tightly. Trying as hard as she could, to let him know that she needed him.

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads

I need your grace

To remind me

To find my own

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

And that she loved him.

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me your garden that's bursting into life

All that I am

All that I ever was

It's here in your perfect eyes

They're all I can see

And that he was everything to her.

I don't know where

Confused about how as well

Just know that these things

Will never change for us at all

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

And Lucky for her, He heard her words.

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I hope you liked it! I don't own snow patrol or their songs. Reviews would be lovely.

xoxoxoxo

Mary Jane