Jesse looked at them and snickered. Dom raised his head, "Jesse, mind sharing what's amusing to you."
"I knew those two would hook up sooner or later," Jesse said, turning his attention back to the movie.
Mystaya yawned. Brian looked at her in concern, "Are you ok, baby?"
"Yeah, Bri, I'm fine just a little tired," Mystaya answered her boyfriend, snuggling against him, "but let's finish the movie and then you can follow me home."
"Alright," Brian conceded and wrapped his arms around her. After the movie was over, she and Brian said goodbye and left. Mystaya drove her own car home while Brian followed her in his. When they got to her house, they stood in front of the cars, talking.
"Brian, I've been thinking, you sleep in that tiny room at The Racer's Edge and I have this three bedroom house with just me," Mystaya said.
"Baby, are you asking me to move in with you?" Brian asked.
Mystaya nodded, "Yes, hon, I am. Are you going to accept?"
"Yes, baby, I am, I'll pack my stuff and move in with you after we get back from Conneticut."
Mystaya shivered, it was getting cold and she hadn't grabbed a jacket before she'd left for Dom's. Brian noticed and led her to the front door of the house, "Baby, let's continue this conversation inside where it's warmer."
Mystaya smiled at him and unlocked the front door. They walked in.
"Want something to drink?" Mystaya asked, "Dad still had a couple of beers in the fridge."
"Yeah sure," Brian answered. Mystaya went to the kitchen and got the beers, then returned to the living room and sat on the couch with Brian.
At four thirty that Friday morning, Brian woke Mystaya with soft kisses, "Baby, get up we got to go to the airport," he said.
Mystaya stirred and mumbled something that Brian couldn't understand, but woke up and kissed him gently. She looked at the clock, "Brian O'Connor, it's 4:30am! Our plane doesn't leave until 7:45am."
"But we have to be at the airport at least two hours in advance, remember," Brian said.
Mystaya glared up at him, and then got up and went to take a shower. She emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later wearing a pair of jeans, a tank top and one of Brian's flannel shirts. He looked at her and grinned. It was useless to say anything because he thought she looked gorgeous in his shirts. Her long dark brown hair was hanging loose around her face and she had a light covering of foundation, eyeshadow and lipstick. She picked up her carry-on bag and her purse. Brian had already loaded the suitcases in the car and had his carry-on, "Ready to go, baby?"
"Yeah, I'm ready," Mystaya said, flashing a brilliant smile at him. They got in Brian's Nissian and drove to the airport, stopping at a fastfood place for breakfast.
They made it to the airport shortly before five, parked the car and went to check in. The plane boarded and they took their seats. As they waited for the plane to take off, they talked.
"Brian, I should have told Mom and Rory after it happened," Mystaya said.
"You didn't know how you could convey something that tragic over the phone," Brian said, soothingly.
"But Rory is going to be heartbroken, she never really knew Dad and Mom is going to be devstated, Dad was her first love. I'm glad she has Luke now," Mystaya said.
"Luke?"
"Mom's fiancee, they've known each other for years, ever since Mom moved to Star's Hollow and went into his diner and she and Rory ate there practically everyday for twenty years. Luke was the coffee guy and he fell for Mom."
The plane took off and Mystaya fell asleep, not awakening until the plane landed in Hartford. She and Brian got off the plane and went to rent a car. Mystaya directed him to Star's hollow which was half an hour from Hartford. They drove to the Dragonfly Inn and walked through the front doors. They walked upto the front desk and Mystaya smiled as she saw the woman with dark brown hair, who didn't look old enough to have one twenty year old daughter let alone two.
"Hi, Mom," she said smiling.
Lorelai Gilmore looked up to see the younger of her twin daughters and a very good looking blonde man standing at the desk, "Misty?"
Mystaya nodded and Lorelai rushed around the desk to hug her, "You look great. You look like..."
"A racer?" Mystaya finished for her. When Lorelai nodded, Mystaya continued, It's because that's what I am. I'm a racer, a mechanic and a sprayer, which means I work on the bodies of the cars and make them look amazing."
"Your grandmother is going to have a fit." Lorelai said.
A/N: Next Chapter, Dinner at the Grandparent's and Telling Lorelai and Rory