Title: Right Where You Want Me

Author: carleymarie

Category: Gilmore Girls

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my thoughts and the MacBook I type them on.

Rating: T

Pairing: Tristan/Rory

Reviews: Greatly appreciated.

Summary: Relationships are complex. AU Trory.

A/N: This is the last chapter of the story. It's pure fluff at the end. Thank you for all of the reviews, adds to favourites, and author alerts. I appreciate them so much. I have not been reading much Gilmore Girls fiction lately, but I thought that I should write a conclusion to a fic that I really loved writing. Thank you again and enjoy!

Chapter Six

Have you ever noticed that when you want to see someone, you know, randomly bump into them, it never happens. Yet, when you don't want to see them, they appear everywhere?

I was perfectly fine with going back to the way things were with Tristan after what happened between us. For me, I wanted to go back to the time when we really didn't see each other. I hated to admit it, but I had more feelings than I was comfortable acknowledging. Distance seemed to be a good thing.

Of course, the universe seemed to have a completely different plan for us:

I was out in the mall. I needed a little retail therapy to distract me from reality, but of course, I just have to bump into Tristan. I made an attempt to turn away and leave the store before he saw me, but he just couldn't let it be that easy. If he wanted to talk, I wasn't going to make it easy for him because I knew it wasn't going to be easy for me.

"Out shopping on a Friday night? Shouldn't there be a bar out there somewhere with your name on it?" I asked, starting the conversation before he could even say "hey." Not missing a beat I added, "Or does the girlfriend not let you go out anywhere? I can see that . . ."

"Don't be like that" he said, cutting me off. "We broke up, by the way. It wasn't working," he added, the last sentence coming out softly.

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Having a girlfriend was never really your thing. Of course, you know that" I replied, continuing with the downhill direction that this conversation was heading.

"Don't you want to know why?"

"Not really, I'm sure I could come up with a million scenarios of why you broke up. You got bored, you met someone else, or maybe the whole monogamy thing was just a fun little experiment that just didn't work out for you. I can continue on if you'd like" I finished, coldly. It harsh, even for our current situation.

"Wow, Rory. Nice, I really appreciate hearing your true thoughts about me" he snapped back at me.

"Well, I'm sorry, but you had to expect that. I mean, come on. We could pretend that we're friends and that would be fun, for a whole thirty seconds, but after that it just really wouldn't work. We never work." I silently added "in any configuration" to the end of that statement.

"Screw you, Rory."

"You know what? I think that I'm going to have to take a pass on that one."

And with that we each turned around and walked away from each other.

Yet here I was, sitting on his bed like nothing happened. We hadn't talked in months, but I just had to see him.

He walked into his room and looked at me, not even surprised that I was there. Even after all of this time it was expected that I would show up eventually.

"Rory," he simply said, no particular inflection to his tone.

"Your maid let me in. I just needed . . . I just . . . " I sighed, trying to explain. I couldn't even come up with a lame response as to why I was there.

"Don't worry about it," he responded, sitting down next to me, the side of our legs touching. "You can always come here. You know that."

"I figured that it was time," I said, rather ominously, not fully aware of the meaning of the words.

He glanced sideways at me, his brows furrowed. "You figured that it was time? I don't quite-"

"-know where I'm going with this?" I replied, cutting him off, followed by a small nervous laugh. "I know. I'm trying to get somewhere with this. You know how I am sometimes."

"Yes, I do know you" he replied simply in an ominous tone of his own.

And I knew it, right then. I knew that he knew me in a way that only he could, just like the way that I knew him.

"I can't help but think about you all the time. I should be studying, but there you are. I'm sleeping and you're in the leading role. It's horrible and it's ruining my life," I blurt out.

Of course, the last sentence didn't seem to come out quite right. Things never came out quite right when it came to telling him about my feelings.

"Thank you?" he said, confused by my declaration.

"I meant it in a good way."

"You meant that I'm horrible and am ruining your life in a good way?"

"Yes."

"O.K."

"O.K."

"So basically what you're telling me is that you want to be with me?" he finally responded after a moment.

"Basically."

"O.K."

"O.K?"

"O.K."

I laughed at how ridiculous the conversation was. "Time for a new word."

"As you wish."

We sat for a moment in silence, taking in the conversation. Finally, he reached over and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers.

"So we're going to do this?"

"Yeah. We're really going to do this."

The End