Title:

Impulsive

Disclaimer:

I do not own the Gilmore Girls… (tear)

Summery:

Tristan came back senior year. He and Rory dated until college, she went to Yale and he went to Oxford. They tired keeping it together for the first year but everything fell apart. Logan and all of that happened. This is set six months after Rory graduates.

Authors Note:

Hello all! I am still working on that chapter for Fairy Tales.. but I wanted to give y'all a little something since the chapter will not be ready for quite some time and it is the holidays so, think of this as my gift to you! Oh and thank all of you for your kind reviews! Enjoy.

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He did not know why he was doing it. Looking back, he felt an impulse. An uncontrollably one. He started tapping his fingers on the armrest. Why was he so nerves? Hell, why was he even on his plane? He had a million questions but no answers. He felt like strangling himself. He should have ignored his stupid impulse, it did nothing but get him a trouble. He had many impulse's to do this before but this was the first he actually did it. The fact that scared him is it was so strong that he knew if he ignored it, he would regret it. What would it hurt? It was not like he was going to run into her. Right?

"Would you please stop that?" The person next to him asked, referring to Tristan tapping his fingers on the armrest.

"Sorry." He mumbled, stopping. He ran a hand through his hair. What was he doing? He held is hand out in front of him, it was shaking. He rang his hands, having nothing else to do.

They took off thirty minutes ago and he was still having trouble calming his nerves. Normally being up in the air, (even if it is in a plane) relaxed him. Moreover, this flight was going to be anything but relaxing. Deciding that staying awake would only make him sick at him stomach. Therefore, he lay back in his seat and closed his eyes. Sleep did not come easy.

Tears filled her eyes as she spoke, "Tristan this isn't working out. I think we should call it quits."

He felt like someone was rapidity stabbing him in the gut. "Rory, we can make it work. Please? I love you." He begged.

Tears were falling freely from her eyes; no bothering to try to wipe them away knowing more would fall. "We tired for a year that was the hardest year of my life. I-I cannot do this anymore. It's too hard and it hurts so much."

"I'll visit more, so we can see each other more. Please baby? I know it's hard, we just have to keep going…even if it hurts." Every breath he took hurt, knowing that no matter what he said, her decision still stood.

A sob escaped her lips. "Dammit Tristan! It's not about the visits. It's not about us. It's about the distance. It's too long!"

"I'll transfer."

"No!" she snapped. "You dreamt of going to Oxford and you're not going to loose it because of me."

"Dammit Rory! I don't care anymore, I'll a want is to be with you, and if that means leaving Oxford then so be it."

"But-"

"You know I would give my life for you, what the hell is college? You mean so much more to me then a stupid college. I can get the same education at Harford, Yale, and Princeton. I don't care where I go, all I want it you!"

At this point Rory was now crying and sobbing uncontrollable Tristan wrapped his arms around her pressed her head into his shoulder. "Please don't do this. I love." He said, stroking her hair. She was calming down but was still in tears. He reached down swept her up and carried her to her room. He gently laid her down and sat behind her, stroking her back.

He did not know how long he sat their, just stroking her back, calming. After what seemed like hours, he heard silence fall. He removed his hand from her back and rested it in his lap. After five minutes, he stood up. He was sleeping on the coach.

"Tristan?" she whispered as he reached the door.

He could feel his heart breaking. She sounded so fragile. So broken. "Yeah Ror?"

"Will you sleep with me?"

That is all it took. He gently lay down beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I love you Rory, I always will."

"I love you too Tristan. I will never forget you…" That is the last thing she said before she fell asleep

Tristan woke up with a start. "Sir, the plane has landed it's time for you get off so we can clean up and get ready for the next flight."

He nodded. That must have been the pilot, he thought. As soon as he had his back, turned Tristan reached up to wipe his watery eyes. He dreamt of their last night together often. The word ringing in his head.

I love you too Tristan. I will never forget you

He always wondered if she did. There was not a day that passed that he did not think about her. There was not a day he ever quit loving her.

Nevertheless, as she wanted, they called it quits. They lost touch. It was too hard. So… painful, like pouring salt on an open wound.

He stood up and grabbed his bag from the overhead compartment.

After making his way through security check, he made his way toward the parking lot. What for, he did not know. No one knew he was coming. He ran a hand through his already tousled hair.

What the hell was he doing here, he kept asking himself.

He felt someone lightly touch his shoulder. "Tristan?" they whispered.

Tristan slowly turned around. His breath was caught in his throat. She was just as beautiful as ever. She was wearing a pair of simple blue jeans but they clung to her nicely. She had on a simple halter top that tied in the back, it was not skanky. Her blue eyes just as sharp as ever. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips.

Hey baby, is that you?
Wow, your hair got so long
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I really do
'Norma Jean', ain't that the song
We'd sing in the car
Drivin' downtown, top down
Making the rounds
Checking out the bands on Doheeney Ave

"Rory…?"

"I-i it's good to see you again."

He nodded his head, numbly. It couldn't have been that easy. "You look nice." He said, before he could stop herself.

A light blush filled her cheeks. "Thanks, you too. So, how you been?"

Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me I swung and I missed
And the next thing ya know
I'm reminiscin' dreaming old dreams
Wishing on wishes
Like you would be back again

"I've been good." He mentally laughed at himself. He'd been anything but good. Did she miss him like he missed her? Did she ever wonder what could have been? All the thoughts ran through his head, never lasting long enough to memorize the question itself.

"Good. That's good. So, what you doing these days?"

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these days

The question only brought dread. He couldn't lie to himself anymore. He wasn't fine; ever since he got on that flight back to Oxford; he left a piece of him here and never got it back. But that wasn't the last time he saw her. He flew back four months later to tell her he couldn't live with out her and he didn't care what she said he would transfer. That had been the worse decencies of his life. Not only did he see her with a guy, but also they were holding hands. She looked content being with him. He turned and walked away, never letting her know he had been there.

He left feeling more alone then ever before. The feeling never faded. In fact, he still felt alone.

He gave a small smile. "I uh. I um I-I write books.

To say she was surprised would be an understatement. "Wow. I can't believe it! That is so…great. I'm really happy for you."

His smile became bigger. "Really? Thanks. I think you've read them."

"Really? I don't remember seeing your names on anything."

"That's because I write under a pen name." he reached into his bag and pulled out a book. "T.J. James."

Rory gasped. "OhmygodI'vereadthisbookIloveit, itsogreatyouhadtopryitoutofmyhands." She said in one breathe.

Tristan laughed. A true laugh. He forgot what it sounded like. "You want to repeat that? A little slower this time?"

She blushed but laughed. "I said: Oh my God, I've read this book. I love it… it's so great. You had to pry it out of my hands."

Hey girl, you're late
And those planes, they don't wait
But if you ever come back around
To this sleepy old town
Promise you'll stop in
To see an old friend
And until then...

"It's a pleasure to meet a reader."

"I'm glad I ran into today. Oh before I forget, what are you doing back?"

She really did miss him, he thought. "To tell you the truth, I don't know what I'm doing back here. I got a sudden impulse to come and here I am."

"Can I tell you something?"

He was a little taken aback by this but nodded his head.

"I know you came back." She whispered.

He looked at her in disbelief. "What?"

"It was four months after the whole 'call it quit' ordeal. I was out with Logan and I saw. You didn't say anything but I knew you were hurt."

"Oh…" was all he could say. Now knowing that she had saw and not down anything, hurt. A lot.

"I felt so bad Tristan. You have to believe me. I was crushed. After seeing that look on your face I almost lost it right there, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to go after you but, my legs turned into jell-o."

He stared at her, not knowing what to say. "I-I don't know what to say."

She nodded, understandingly. She suddenly reached forward and pulled him into a hug. Tristan was a bit surprised but allowed to be pulled into it. "I missed, Tristan." She whispered.

"I missed you too, Rory."

She pulled back. She pulled her bottom lip in-between her teeth. She looked like she was mulling something over. "Do you remember the last thing I said to you?"

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job
Guess not much has changed

Punch the clock
Head for home
Check the phone, just incase
Go to bed
Dream of you
That's what I'm doing these

As soon as she said the scene flashed by in his mind. He looked down at his shoes and said, slowly and softly, "I love you too Tristan. I will never forget you."

Tear glistened in her eyes.

"Rory what's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"I-I-"she took a deep breath. "I-I-."

"It's ok; you don't have to tell me…"

"In the beginning of your book you said, 'this book is for someone I never quit loving over the years, in fact the more time went on, the more I realized how madly in love with her I am, even after everything we've been through'" She quoted. "You were talking about me, weren't you?"

It was his turn to take a deep breath. He slowly counted to five and let it out. "Yeah, I was talking about you."

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then

I wake up and tear drops
They fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then

He could not read the expression on her face. "Oh Tristan." Rory squealed, throwing her arms around his neck.

Tristan still was not sure what was going on. "What?"

She let out a small laugh. "I love you, Tristan, I always will." She said, knowing he would know exactly what she was saying.

"You remembered?"

"A day never went by that I didn't think about it."

This all seemed so surreal. He roughly ran a hand through his hair.

"Tristan?"

He leaned down and placed a soft, sweet, gentle kiss on her lips. "Yes?"

"Let's go…"

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Ehh...it's not as long as i would have liked but oh well. I don't care much for this story. I hope the song is ok!

I hope you guys liked it!

Merry Christmas

Happy Holidays

& Happy New Year's!

God bless all!

Kelli