Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls (if I did, Rory and Tristan would have ended up together) or the song "September" by Daughtry, which this chapter is based off of.

September

How the times have passed by so fast. Tristan remembered how it was back when he was younger and all of the drama and trouble that he had ensued in upon the people of Hartford society. He remembered the time playing in the September rain with a blue-eyed beauty and being yelled at from both parental spectrums, hers and his, for playing in the rain and then coming down with the flu.

His smile faded away as more memories came floating back to him.

~~Flashback~~

"You promised! I told you not to do it and now? Now, you have to leave me? That's not fair. What were you trying to prove, Tristan? Tell me!" the blue eyed girl cried out.

"I can't. It was wrong and a stupid thing to do and now my dad has agreed that military school is the best way to straighten me out," he explained.

"But, what about our friendship and..."

"Tristan!" a voice bellowed from afar.

"That's my cue to go. I'd kissed you but your boyfriend's watching," he smirked sadly and followed his father towards the double door. "Bye Mary," he mouthed and with a quick wave 'goodbye' he disappeared into the night.

~~End flashback~~

He couldn't have believed it when he ran into the blue-eyed beauty again five years ago at a society event. He had spotted her out of the corner of his eye. She was having an argument with someone that reminded him of his older days - pre-military school.

"Come on, Ace," the blond man hissed.

"I said, we are over, Logan. Do I need to write that in the newspaper for yo uto see?" she asked.

"But, Ace, I love you. And, I know that you love me too."

"Logan, that was then, and this is now. We are over!"

"But, Ace..."

Tristan felt that he should go up and help her out somehow. He was worried that she would hate him because he had been so far away for so long, but he shoved that thought away as he got closer to the couple.

"Hey, baby. I was looking for you. Here is your drink," he said as he handed her a flute filled with champagne.

"Aww, thanks, hon," she smiled after she caught what he was trying to do.

"Ahem," coughed Logan.

"Oh, right. Logan, this is Tristan, my boyfriend," she said as she leaned closer to Tristan. "Tris, this is Logan, my ex."

The two men sized each other up before shaking hands.

"Logan Huntzberger?" Tristan asked after a few silent moments.

Logan smirked. "I am the one. My work precedes me."

"Not really. My parents know your parents," Tristan explained.

"What's your last name?"

"That's not the point. Anyways, Tris, didn't you say you wanted some fresh air? Let's go. Goodbye, Logan," she said as she ushered Tristan out the door. "Thanks, she said as they finally escaped Logan's attempt at chasing.

"It was my pleasure. It's good to see you, Rory," Tristan replied.

"So, you do know my name."

"I knew it. I just chose not to say it."

Tristan smiled as the conversation replayed over and over in his head. That conversation led him to know that Rory Gilmore had graduated from Yale with a law degree and wrote political journals/blogs on the side. She, in return, found out that he was prepping to take over his family's business and helping trained officers rehabilitate back to the US after the war.

Memory lane continued to fly past him as memories of his grandfather and her grandfather's passing flashed by him. He remembered the days that they both had to act as each other's pillars and lend strength to one another. It was cruel to have both of their love ones passed within a week of each other. Tristan had to pretend to be happy to try to lift up Rory's slowly spiraling depression a month after the funeral while Rory tried to do the same for him. It had caused a lot of tension on them and their friends and families.

Although there were definite moments of sadness, there were plenty smiling moments. Tristan definitely remembered the frantic phone call made by Rory a few years ago.

~~Flashback~~

"Hello?" asked Tristan, mentally wanting to hurt someone for calling in the middle of the night.

"Tris! You have to help me!" a frantic voice exclaimed.

The horrible image of her lying in a ditch somewhere hurt definitely woke drenched him in ice cold sweat. He scrambled out of bed, tripping on furniture, racing to get to his closet for clothes.

"Tris, where are you?"

"I'm coming. I'm at the apartment. Where are you? Have you called the police? How are you talking right now? Are you hurt?"

"Tris, breathe, baby," she laughed. "I'm okay, physically. Mom's in labor and it's just freaking me out. I can hear her cursing at Luke. I didn't want to be in there."

"Babe, calm down, yourself," he said finally slowing down his andrenaline now knowing that it wasn't her lying in a cold,dark ditch somewhere without anyone helping her. "Which hospital? I'll come by."

"Hartford Memorial."

~~End flashback~~

Tristan smile got wider when he noticed that night's surprise had made his way towards Tristan. Sean Gilmore-Danes was born shortly after Tristan had arrived to be with Rory that night. Sean was born a month early but was a much wanted surprise.

Tristan's eyes started watering as he heard the starting music play and saw the vision in white walked with her father towards him. Rory smiled as she finally grsped onto Tristan's hands. This was a long awaited event for the both of them.

Tristan's best friend and best man, Alex, had once asked Tristan if he had the opportunity to go back and live his life over, would he do anything to change it?

Looking back on the memories and staring at his future who was standing in front of him today - he wouldn't change it for the world. He finally got the girl of his dreams and he wouldn't ever let her go. It was definitely worth it in the end.

AN: I'm so sorry that it's been a year since I have written anything for this story. I just felt not that inspired lately with exams and graduation. Hope you like this story and hope that there will be more updates soon!