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Lorelai looked out the window to see Rory sitting on the steps of the porch. She looked like she was in deep thought, so Lorelai didn't know if she should bombard her with questions right away, or wait until later. She thought it over and walked to the door, opened it and stepped outside to feel a cool breeze clash against her arms. She got goose bumps straight away and shivered a little because of the cold. It was summer, but sometimes it could get pretty chilly in the Hollow. Lorelai looked down towards her daughter and frowned.

"Rory, honey, do you wanna tell mommy what happened?" she asked carefully stepping from one foot to the other and rubbing her arms to get warm.

Rory turned her head in the direction of the voice and patted the place next to her. Lorelai got the hint and walked towards her. She walked down the steps and sat down next to Rory. Both of them were quiet until Lorelai broke the silence.

"Are you okay? Did he do something to you? You know if he did, I would set Paul Anka out to go and get him. He might seem like a chicken, but he can bark like a dog." Lorelai said trying to get Rory to give her at least a little smile. I didn't work though. Rory still sat there and didn't move a muscle, as if she were a statue.

Now Lorelai had to get out the big weapons, if she ever wanted to find out what had happened.

"I will not let you drink coffee for 6 full hours if you don't tell me what happened between you and him just now." Lorelai said with a serious voice.

Rory's head shot around to face her mother. Did she just really threaten a coffee reduction? Is she serious?

"Mom, that isn't funny. Never joke about something this important. I can't believe you would even say that aloud." Rory spoke, shocked about her mother's intentions.

"Sorry," Lorelai replied and pouted "but you wouldn't tell me what happened between you and the fresh meat that came to 'visit' you." She said with a wink.

Rory was silent again and gave her mother the piece of paper that Tristan gave to her. Lorelai was surprised to see that Rory was handing something to her, but just reached over and took it. She folded it open and read the few lines that were written on it.

'Meet me.

There is a park outside of Hartford.

Come at 6 o'clock in the evening.

I will be waiting.'

Lorelai read it through again, just to see if she really got what it said and handed it back to Rory, who was still sitting there motionless.

"What do you think this means?" Lorelai asked looking at her.

"I guess I am supposed to meet him at the park, although I have absolutely no idea why." Rory answered with a sigh.

"Are you going to go?" Lorelai questioned.

"I don't know. Should I? I don't even know him." Rory stated.

"I'm not sure hun. It would be your decision. You're old enough to know what you wanna do or not." Lorelai replied.

"Just this once I wanna be your little baby girl again and know what you would do." She said sadly.

"You will always be my little girl." Lorelai said with a smile. "I just can't decide those things for you anymore. I can give you an advice, but that is it."

"Okay, tell me what you think." Rory said looking at her.

"Well," Lorelai started. "I would go."

"Are you serious?" Rory asked with disbelieve.

"Serious as a heart attack, babe. I don't think that he will leave you alone if you don't meet him there. Just see what he wants from you and then tell him what you want."

"I guess you're right. I don't think he takes no for an answer anyway. Thanks mum. You're my guide post for everything." Rory said with a smile and hugged her mother, who gladly returned the embrace and whispered.

"I love you Rory."

"I love you too mum."

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Later that day Rory contemplated seeing Jess and 'thanking' him for telling Tristan where she lived, but decided against it since she thought that once Tristan wanted to know something, Jess wouldn't really have a chance against him. Even if he lied. Rory sat on the couch in the living room with the TV on and surfing channels, since there was nothing interesting on today.

She had to think about tomorrow night. Should she really go and meet him there, or would it be for the best, if she didn't turn up. However judging by his reaction when she pushed him today, she didn't think that her not showing up would go over very well with him. After all he knew where she lived and might come to get her even with force. He was someone who had a lot of issues, but she saw that he tried really hard to not show them in public. He suppressed his emotions and that made Rory sad. He must have had a hard time growing up, if he didn't trust anyone.

Tristan did rely and trust his friends to a certain level or stage, but some things he would do on his own, since he knew that nothing could happen. He wouldn't be disappointed or betrayed.

Rory thought about his childhood and if he maybe grew up in high society, like she would nearly have, hadn't it been for her mother to leave and build a new life for them both. She saw how her father, Christopher suffered under all this. He had a lot of problems with his job and his father was seriously disappointed in him, when he didn't go to Princeton and take over his father's business. Strobe didn't care if that was what his son wanted or not. It was only important that he would carry on.

Maybe Tristan had to grow up in the same environment and that's why he won't let anyone tell him anything. That could be why he only relied on himself and no one else. Less pain if he was deceived. Rory could understand that. She couldn't imagine it, because she had a good life, but she could understand him. He must have wished he were born to a family that loved him and treated him like a human being with feelings and dreams that wanted to be fulfilled. She was sorry for his miserable live, but how could she help him?

Rory then decided that she would go to the park and meet him. It probably meant a lot to him. She didn't think that he would ever do such a thing, if it weren't important to him. She thought back to the fight they had early this day. When she pushed him, she saw anger, a lot of anger, but she also saw a flash of hurt and insecurity. It was only there for a second and gone the next, but she was sure that she saw it.

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Tristan was back at his apartment and held a business call with one of his inferiors.

He was already in a stinky mood and really didn't want to be bothered with every shit that they couldn't manage to work out on their own.

"No I will not do that…forget it, you have no chance to convince me…yes, but that doesn't mean that it is a good thing…god, you are annoying…yeah, well I get to be, it is my damn business…that is a stupid idea….no…yes…okay fine, talk to you later…no, just do your fucking job for once in your miserable life…it is your damn job to do that…do whatever you have to, to get what I want, no questions asked…good, keep trying, they will surrender eventually and then we got them by the throat.…okay, bye." Tristan threw the phone back onto the receiver and lent back in his chair.

He let out a deep breath and massaged his temple. Why was everyone he worked with so incompetent? Did he have to do everything on his own? He couldn't stand it any longer. He had to get outta here and let off some steam. There was only one place that he could think off, where he could relax.

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Tristan parked his bike in front of the pub and took his helmet off. His hair was a little tousled, so he ran his hand through it, to smooth it, which did quite the opposite and only made it stand up even more. Now it looked like blonde spikes that pointed into every different direction. He looked up and saw the flashy sign that said 'Marlon's Pub'. He was always welcome here and it was a comfortable place. There weren't too many people here, since the place was rather far out of the city, so they didn't bother coming here. There were far fancier ones in Hartford, where there was loud music and a lot of girls dancing on the stage, entertaining the men.

It wasn't his thing though. He rather enjoyed a good drink in silence and let everything that had occurred in the last few days wash over him. Tristan walked over to the entrance and opened the door. The bell jingled to announce another costumer and he walked right up to the bar and ordered himself two shots of tequila. Normally he would just enjoy a glass of whiskey or a brandy when the seasons changed to a colder climate. Beer was also nice, although he didn't like the after taste of it.

The two shots of tequila were dedicated to first of all, the meeting with Rory and second of all, the crazy town's people who seemed like Disney characters that never got out of the Story book town. Tristan got up from the bar stool and walked over to a table situated in the far left corner of the pub. It was his table, where he would do all the thinking and the drinking. He slipped onto the soft material that covered the round bench which encircled the table and scooted into the corner where he was nearly invisible, because of the pot plant that was hiding him.

The bell jingled again and someone else walked in. Tristan heard a faint 'McKellan neat, if you have it' and knew straight away who it was. A minute later someone rounded the corner to his table and saw him sitting there.

"Tristan?" Logan asked surprised to find him here.

"No." Was Tristan's only answer.

"What are you doing here?" Logan questioned and dropped himself onto the bench with a silent thud.

"Enjoying the silence and the drink that came with it. But I guess that is a gonna." He replied with a sigh.

"Can I sit?" he asked already seated.

"I guess so. Silence has long gone."

"What is up with you? You seem so sulky. Did something happen?" Logan questioned.

"No, and mind your own fucking business." Tristan snapped.

"Okay, someone is in a good mood tonight." Logan said with a grin and Tristan sent him a deadly glare.

"I don't like to be bothered when I am thinking."

"Sure, I get it."

"No, you don't get it at all. I just wanna be left alone, alright." Tristan stated more than asked.

Logan nodded but stayed seated. Tristan gave him a confused look.

"Why aren't you leaving? I just told you, that I wanted to be left alone. I couldn't care any less about company today. Get it? So piss off." Tristan said with a grunt.

"Yeah, but like you said earlier, the silence has long gone and your mood is spoiled, so I won't actually be of any distraction to you." Logan said and took a swig of his drink.

They sat in silence. No one saying a word. Logan kept glancing at Tristan who had an impassive face. What was wrong with him all of a sudden Logan thought. Today, when they were having drinks, everything seemed fine, but now. Something must have happened in between those hours, but what? Logan glanced over at Tristan, who had gotten himself two more drinks since they have been sitting here. He gulped down the last bit of it and stood up.

"I'm leaving." Tristan said.

Logan took another swig of his McKellan neat and stood up too. "Yeah, I think I should leave too."

They both left the pub and walked towards their bikes. Tristan wasn't even a little tipsy. Damn he thought. He couldn't even get himself drunk. Suddenly he had a queasy feeling. Something was wrong. He could feel it. Something was going on, but he didn't know what. Suddenly he saw Logan running towards him with a shocked face.

"Tristan behind you!" he heard Logan shout and saw how he reached for his back pocket. "Watch out." He shouted again.

Tristan grabbed for his knife in his back pocket, but before he could pull it out, he felt a cold metal pressed to his throat.

"Don't even think about it." He heard the voice whisper into his ear. "And tell your friend here to stop coming towards us. If he makes one more step I will slit your throat through and we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Tristan stood still and opened his mouth.

"Logan stop." He said and Logan stopped right on the spot. "Don't come near me, got it?" he asked.

Logan nodded with his knife still firmly held in his hand, ready to stab the bastard that was stupid enough to threaten Tristan.

"What do you want from me?" Tristan asked in a calm voice.

"What I want?" whispered the voice into his ear.

Tristan heard him chuckle and press the knife further into his throat. Logan wanted to jump forward and attack, but he couldn't. Tristan had told him to stay where he was, so he would do just that. He didn't want to make the situation any worse than it already was. He had to find a way to help Tristan out.

"I want the McMullan deal. I don't see why you should always steal all the good cases away from me." The man said with hatred in his voice.

Tristan smirked. "So that is what this is all about. Just because you and your men are too incompetent to do something right for once, you want me to drop the deal and hand it over to you? Never." He spat.

"Don't push me Tristan." He said angrily. "I am the one holding the knife, not you, if you remember."

"I remember perfectly fine. But you seem to have forgotten something." Tristan said and nodded over towards Logan, who was still standing a few meters in front of them.

"What?" he asked confused. "Your friend is still standing on the same spot as he did before."

This was Tristan's chance. The guy was distracted and now Tristan would take over. He could play the game as well as the guy could. He leant forward a bit, the knife cutting painfully into his throat and pulled as hard as he could on the mans arm to throw him over his shoulder. The man flew to the floor and Tristan stumbled back a few steps shouting over to Logan.

"Now!"

Tristan didn't have to say anymore than that. Logan rushed over and threw himself on the man that was lying on the floor, pinning him down even further and positioning the knife at his throat.

"Who is control now?" Tristan asked with a tight hold on his throat to stop the bleeding. He coughed and looked down at the man.

"What do you want me to do with him, Tristan?" Logan questioned, his eyes never leaving the guy who was pinned beneath him.

"Show him what we normally do to pompous assholes that can't hold their tongues and don't know what status they have." He said with a smirk.

Logan nodded and smirked himself. This would be fun he thought and pulled the guy up.

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Tristan and Logan got on their bikes, glancing back at the guy for one last time. Logan did a really good job Tristan thought. He knew his he was handy, but this time he had outdone himself. Tristan smirked and looked at Logan.

"You did your job pretty well." He said in a light tone.

"Thanks." Logan said and grinned.

"I couldn't have done it any better." He praised.

"Oh, don't be so sure of that. It was your idea after all."

"True, but I thought it might get a little messy. Didn't think it would go over so well."

"Me neither, but it worked out pretty well." Logan said and his grin grew. "When do you think will someone notice him missing?"

"Ah, who cares? The stupid bastard deserves what he got." Tristan said placing his helmet over his head and preparing himself to drive home.

Logan followed suit and followed Tristan as he pulled out of the parking area, racing down the street to get back to Hartford. Looking back one more time to see the guy tied up against a tree with his pants down and one of his socks stuck in his mouth, while the other was used as a blindfold. Serves him right. Sick weirdo.

A/N – So that was that. I hope you liked the chapter and I hope you thought the ending was funny. I certainly did. : )

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