Disclaimer: Gilmore Girls isn't mine, I just borrow the characters and some basic plot points and then throw them into my crazy imagination, and the following is what comes out from there.

A/N: Here it is! The chapter where everyone finds out about the pregnancy! Are y'all excited, yet? Well thanks a million times over for all your reviews. Reviewers keep me motivated to continue writing and also to write as well as I possibly can so that I do not disappoint anybody. Thank you Christi, you've been so much help!

Rating: R (for language)

Chapter 12: Friday Night Hell

Rory, Lorelai, Christopher, and Luke all stood in front of the Gilmore mansion. Poor Chris had no idea why the silence on the car ride was almost deafening, but he knew something was up. It was obviously something big and it involved everyone, but Chris had no idea what it could possibly be. Luke didn't know why he was standing in front of the largest house he had ever seen, but he could see the tension written all over Lorelai's face and then glanced at Christopher's carefree, puzzled expression and put it together. Rory was going to tell her father as well as her grandparents. This night was going to be pure hell.

Rory felt dizzy from terror and dread over what was to come. She was glad her mother and Luke were there to back her up, but this wasn't something they could exactly help her with. She had no idea what to expect when the words would finally spill out of her mouth, but Rory knew it would be atrocious. She took a deep breath to keep from vomiting on the front steps.

After what seemed like an eternity, the newest maid finally opened the door and ushered them all into the foyer while taking their coats. Then, they were greeted by the sound of laughter. They all walked into the living room and met the troupe that had already assembled. Tristan's mother and grandfather were there along with Rory's grandparents, already sipping on drinks. They were all joking and laughing, and Lorelai snickered to herself when she saw Tristan sitting with a sullen look on his face. That was the look of misery, and Lorelai loved every minute of it.

"Oh hello, everyone!" Emily greeted and asked them all to sit down.

"Christopher! What are you doing here?" Richard asked him, standing up to shake his hand.

"Just passing through. I thought I'd drop in to see the girls."

"My, my, it's good to see you. How's business going?"

The two of them branched into their own conversation with Tristan's grandfather, and Tristan glanced up at Rory and saw how pale and frightened she looked. Luke and Lorelai distracted Emily and Tristan's mother unintentionally, so that the two of them were left alone. Tristan grabbed Rory by the hand pulling her out of the living room and into the foyer.

"How are you holding up?" he asked her, softly, while giving her a delicate kiss.

Tears almost began to fall, but Rory stopped herself and began to lie. "I'm fine. This is all going to be okay…"

"Rory, tell me the truth," Tristan asked her, looking deep into her eyes.

Rory couldn't hold the tears back any longer. The stress of tonight had completely drained her of all her energy. She could barely focus on her schoolwork, was nauseous all the time, and had insane mood swings. She'd be just fine one moment and almost to the point of breaking down the next.

"I'm a wreck. I feel like sneaking out of my mother's old bedroom like she used to do when she was a teenager. I don't want to tell them. I don't want to see that look of disappointment on their faces. I don't…"

Tristan watched Rory cry, and he reached over and pulled her into a warm, tight embrace. He had been having a hard time dealing with everything after finding out that she was pregnant, but he had no idea the kind of stress the pregnancy was putting on Rory. As Rory cried, she could feel herself almost zoning out, and her entire body felt strange.

"Rory, Tristan? Where are you two?"

Rory sniffled and pulled away from Tristan quickly. Tristan was amazed at how she stopped crying just like that. She did look very pale and just plain exhausted. Before he could ask her if she was alright, Rory answered Emily.

"We're right here, Grandma," Rory said, while wiping the tears from her cheeks.

They returned and tried to chat with everyone. Just when Rory felt like she was about to just blurt out that she was pregnant, the maid said that dinner was prepared. Rory sighed in relief and felt like she had just dodged a bullet. Everyone sat down at the table and the maid served everyone lamb. The smell made Rory want to vomit, but she tried to control her gag reflex as best she could.

"Rory, is something wrong?" her grandmother asked.

"No, I'm alright," Rory mumbled, quietly.

"Are you sure, dear? You don't look well."

Everyone at the table looked at Rory at that moment and saw that she looked like she could faint at any moment. Her face was hollow and white, her lips had no pigment in them, and she looked like she had lost at least five pounds. Rory felt even worse than she looked. Her back was aching and her head was pounding as if someone had a sledgehammer to it. Reality seemed to be fading in and out, and Rory wanted to cry and throw up and pass out all at once. At that moment, all the stress that had been building up over the last couple of weeks came to a head, and Rory couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, there's something wrong, Grandma. I'm pregnant."

Silence filled the dinner table as every mouth, except Luke and Lorelai's, fell open. Christopher stared at Tristan, but Tristan's eyes were on his plate. Janlan looked ashamed and disappointed as he shook his head. Tristan's mother rolled her eyes and reached for her wine. Richard's face was sullen and he seemed to freeze. Emily Gilmore broke the tense silence with an outburst.

"Lorelai! How could you let this happen?" she screamed, and every vein seemed to stick out of her head.

"Me! What do you mean me?" Lorelai squeaked, feeling sixteen all over again.

"I told you, you were going to lose her. Just like I lost you."

"Shut up, Mom. Rory's going to be fine."

"Fine! She's pregnant, Lorelai! She had sex with this… this BOY! And it's all your fault!"

As the mother and daughter began to yell hateful things to each other, Tristan's mother grabbed the bottle of wine and refilled her empty glass.

"Typical reaction, mother."

"Don't talk to your mother like that, Tristan," Janlan scolded, obviously angry with his grandson.

"Yes sir," Tristan replied through a clenched jaw.

"How could you have been so foolish?"

"I don't know, sir."

"Haven't I taught you anything about responsibility?"

Rory sat there as her mother and grandmother screamed at each other. Her father stared at Tristan with daggers in his gaze. Luke watched the whole scene in shock. Janlan yelled at Tristan for being so irresponsible. Richard screamed at everyone to shut up and said the thing that put everyone over the edge.

"They will get married. That's how it should have been dealt with the first time, and that's how we're going to deal with it this time."

That statement made everyone go into an uproar.

"Dad! She can't get married. She's only sixteen years old. We're going to get through this. She's my daughter, and I've raised her to be independent. I'm going to help Rory out, and she's not going to get married!" Lorelai yelled.

Finally, Rory had had enough.

"Shut up!" she screamed as loudly as she could.

When no one listened to her, she picked up a wineglass and threw it against the wall behind her. The glass shattered along with Rory's last nerve, and everyone became silent.

"I said, SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Everyone stared at Rory. Tears were streaming down her face, and her entire body was shaking in anger and outrage. She could barely articulate the words, and Tristan watched as she tried to control her sobbing and trembling.

"Stop yelling at Mom. She didn't do anything. It was me. I made the decision, and now I'm pregnant. I'm only sixteen years old, and I'm not getting married. Mom did it, and so can I. Please just stop yelling at each other. If you're going to yell at anyone, yell at me! I can't stand it any…"

Just then, Rory leaned forward and grabbed her stomach as she felt pain ripple through her abdomen. The pain was so intense that it completely took her breath away as she leaned forward.

"Rory, are you okay?" Tristan asked her, standing up and rubbing her back.

"Oh my God," she bawled as wave after wave hit her.

Lorelai was about to walk over to her when she saw the blood. Rory was wearing white capri pants and there was a dark red stain forming between her thighs. Tristan didn't know what to do as he heard Rory moaning in agony. Just then, he saw Lorelai staring at her legs, so he looked down, too. That's when he saw the crimson liquid quickly overtaking the crisp whiteness.

"Someone call 911," Lorelai yelled as she walked around the table to help Rory.

Luke made the call, and by then everyone knew that Rory was bleeding pretty heavily, and finally they all stopped bitching and focused on getting her to the hospital. Lorelai didn't even make it around the table before Tristan picked Rory up and carried her to the couch. He carefully set her down, and she was sobbing as the cramping continued to get worse. Sweat was trickling down her forehead, and Tristan held her hand.

"Baby, just breath and squeeze my hand as hard as you want to. The ambulance is

coming, just hang on."

Rory was hemorrhaging by that point, and the combination of blood loss and the pain began to get to her. She was crying harder than she had ever cried in her life and all she could think about was her unborn baby.

"Please save the baby. Please save the baby. Please save the baby," she bawled over and over again.

Christopher watched in horror as his little girl went through this horrible thing. There was nothing anybody could do to help her, and Tristan was already comforting her. With each desperate cry for her baby, her voice got weaker and weaker until finally she passed out.

"Mary? Mary! Oh my God. Please wake up. Rory, sweetie, just open your eyes."

Lorelai could tell he was going into panic mode and tried to take over for him. He just shook his head and tried to calm himself, but watching Rory lie here in a pool of blood just made him sick. It was his fault she was like this. If he had put on a fucking condom, she wouldn't be hurting this much. He had hurt her and knowing that made him want to curl up in a hole somewhere. Tristan knew he couldn't fall apart, though. He had to be strong for Rory. The paramedics burst through the front door at that moment and began asking questions.

"How far along is she?"

"Six weeks." Tristan answered in a daze.

"Has she been under any stress, lately?"

"She's sixteen and pregnant. What do you think?" he answered, sarcastically.

The paramedics quickly loaded her onto a stretcher and wheeled her out to the ambulance, while the rest of Rory and Tristan's family watched on.

"Can I come with her?" Tristan asked, miserably.

"Are you her husband or a blood relative?" the paramedic asked.

"No, but I'm the baby's father."

"I'm sorry, but it's hospital policy that only a blood relative or a husband can ride."

Lorelai squeezed Tristan's shoulder and climbed into the ambulance, leaving Tristan to stare as his girlfriend's mother took her lifeless hand. Then, in fury at everything Tristan spun around and walked back into the mansion. He began to search his pockets, but he couldn't find his car keys.

"Where are my keys?" he asked.

Janlan tried to calm him down. "Tristan, maybe it's not the best idea for you to be driving right now."

"Where are my fucking keys! I have to get to the hospital, NOW!" he screamed, as his hands began to shake.

Finally, he remembered which pocket they were in and pulled them out as he ran towards his car. Janlan rolled his eyes at his grandson's stupidity. There was no way he'd make it to the hospital alive if he were to drive in the state he was in. Christopher gritted his teeth, but knew he had to go after the kid. Luke saw Christopher go after him and knew Chris wouldn't be in any condition to drive, either.

Tristan's hand shook so badly that he couldn't even unlock the door of his car, let alone drive anywhere.

"Hey. Why don't you stop being an ass and give me the keys so I can drive."

"Why should you drive? You're her father."

"You're right. I probably shouldn't, but you definitely shouldn't. You've had a stressful fucking week. Trust me, I was in your shoes 17 years ago. You are in no condition to drive."

"Why don't both of you shut the hell up and give me the keys. Neither one of you should be driving," Luke stated.

Tristan finally relented, but only because he knew that arguing with these men wouldn't get him to Rory any faster. He needed to make sure she was all right. Stories of women dying in childbirth and pregnancy made him almost break down. Christopher saw Tristan's shoulders begin to shake, and he began to feel sorry for the kid. Sure, he hated what he had done to Rory, but looking at Tristan was like looking into a mirror of the past.

Christopher put his hand on his shoulder and told him to let it out. Tristan was almost relieved to be given permission to cry. He leaned forward and cried as hard as he had ever cried in his life. Luke hated feeling sorry for the kid, but it was hard not to. He was sitting there sobbing and looking so alone. Then, Luke realized why he felt sorry for him. His family wasn't that great, so he had no support through any of this. His mother was obviously an alcoholic, his father hadn't even bothered to show up, and his grandfather seemed very strict.

Finally, Tristan's sobs calmed down, and he sniffled and rubbed his face with his hands. He'd needed a good cry for years, and he let everything out in those ten minutes. Now, he'd be able to be strong for Rory. No matter what happened. Luke pulled the car up to the hospital and let Tristan and Christopher out before going to park.

Slowly, the two of them walked through the doors into the emergency room. They had no idea what was going to happen and the uncertainty made Tristan want to hurl. Christopher felt sad that he hadn't been around more. Maybe this whole mess could have been avoided. Then, he realized that Rory had made a choice, and no matter what that choice was, it was her right to make. He had made the choice and if he hadn't, she wouldn't be here.

Tristan walked up to the counter and took a deep breath. "We're here to see Rory Gilmore."

A/N: Dun Dun Dun. What's going to happen next? The quicker you review the quicker you find out! Muahahahahaha!