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A/N: I know I pissed some people off with the last chapter, but let me explain. I want my story to be original and teenage pregnancies often end in miscarriages, so it was also realistic. Thank you to everyone who sent me such encouraging feedback. And a special thanks to my beta, Christi!

Rating: PG-13

Chapter 14: Come What May

Tristan wiped his eyes and looked at the sleeping angel beside him. Rory cried over the loss of her baby in front of the entire waiting room, and he felt relieved that she finally let out all of her emotions. Bottling feelings is a dangerous game, especially after a tragedy. Tristan felt much better now that he had mourned for his unborn child, but his heart still ached for Rory. She looked so small and fragile in the big hospital bed. Tear stains streaked her face, and her eyes were puffy and red.

She looked so hurt that he wanted to hold her until everything went away. To be honest, he wanted to hold her to erase the pain in his heart. Slowly, he eased into her bed and wrapped his arms around her. In her uneasy sleep, she hugged him back and placed her head on his chest. Tristan felt stronger just by feeling her body heat. Suddenly the most insane song popped into his head. It was from Moulin Rouge, which was a total chick flick, but his guilty pleasure. No one knew that it was one of his favorite movies.

Never knew, I could feel like this

Like I've never seen the sky before

One advantage inside your kiss

Is every day I love you more and more

Listen to my heart can you hear it say

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change

Winter to spring

But I love you

Until my dying day

Come what may

Come what may

I will love you until my dying day

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

There are no mountains too high

No rivers too wide

"What are you singing?" Rory asked, quietly.

"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

"It's okay. I've slept enough for the next six months."

Tristan smiled, weakly.

"You never told me what you were singing," Rory said.

"Oh it's nothing. Just a song I was thinking about."

Suddenly, Rory was intrigued. "Ooo, it must be something you're embarrassed about, otherwise you'd just tell me. By the way, you have a beautiful singing voice."

"Oh thanks, and I'm not embarrassed."

"Oh really? Then why won't you tell me?"

"No reason," Tristan replied, kissing Rory on the top of her head.

"Fine," Rory sighed.

It was so nice to be talking about something besides IT. That thing. The horrible incident. Then, Rory's mother knocked on the door and walked into the room. The pity in her eyes reminded the couple about everything. They hadn't forgotten, but they had been able to push it out of their minds for a couple of brief minutes. Reality had come back full force, and Rory felt like the wind had been knocked out of her.

"Hey babe. Tristan. Can I get you anything?"

Lorelai was itching to talk to Rory. She needed to apologize. She needed to make sure Rory was okay. Mostly, she just wanted to hug her. Tristan could see that Lorelai wanted to be with Rory, so he began to get off the bed. Rory could feel him start to move away. All of a sudden, she felt the same way she felt when she found out that she lost her baby. Alone. Empty. Hollow. She wasn't going to lose anybody else, so she clung to Tristan. He seemed surprised at her sudden gesture, and he looked deep into her eyes and saw… panic, fear, and sadness.

Lorelai also saw the look Rory gave when Tristan tried to leave. She took that as a signal that Rory wasn't ready to talk, so she quietly ducked out of the door. Lorelai knew Rory would come to her when she was ready. In the meantime, she needed to draw her strength from Tristan. Lorelai accepted that and walked back to the waiting room.

"Rory?" Tristan whispered, after Lorelai left the room.

Rory didn't reply, but tears began to trickle down her cheeks. Tristan couldn't see that she was crying, though, because her head was buried in his chest and her fingers were gripping the fabric of his button down shirt.

"Rory? Honey what's wrong?"

As Rory tried to choke back the tears, a sob escaped her lips.

"Oh Mary. Please tell me what happened."

Rory sat up and looked at Tristan.

"You w-were going t-to lea-leave me."

"No I wasn't. I was just going to let you have some privacy with your mom. That's all. I was going to wait right outside the door. I would never leave you."

"O-oh. B-but I just f-felt so alone. Like y-you want-ted to leave m-me."

Just then, she erupted into sobs and Tristan pulled her close to his body. Her tiny frame shook with sobs and he held her tightly.

"Mary, sweetheart. Listen to my heartbeat. Focus on that. Just take deep breaths."

Rory listened to Tristan allowing her breathing to slowly normalized, and she just hugged him. Her hands released the cotton fabric of his shirt, and she knew what she wanted. Rory had to go home. The smell of the hospital was making her feel sick. She needed some normalcy. She needed her room. Her house. Her movies.

"Tristan?"

"Yeah, babe."

"Can you get my mom? I need to talk to her."

Tristan smiled and nodded. "I'm going to get her and then wait right outside the door, okay?"

Rory smiled, softly. "Okay. I'm alright, now."

Tristan slowly rose and walked towards the door. As he reached for the door, he glanced back at his girlfriend to make sure she would be okay. She gave a half smile at him, and he left her hospital room.

Rory felt very cold after Tristan shut the heavy door behind him. The walls began to almost close in around her, and her breathing became erratic. Her hands began shaking and she almost started to hyperventilate. Then, the door opened again. Her mother gracefully entered, and Rory's panic attack disappeared as suddenly as it had started.

"Hey babe. Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Lorelai asked, seeing her daughter's panic.

"I'm fine, Mom. Okay, that's a lie. I'm not fine. But, I will be fine."

"I'm so sorry, Rory."

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Rory told her mother, truthfully.

"I wish I could believe that, but I feel so guilty…"

Rory cut her off, "Do not feel guilty. The doctor explained it to me. It was nobody's fault; the entire situation was too stressful for my body to handle."

"But if I had been more supportive…"

"It wouldn't have made a difference. I was almost relieved you found out. I think telling you would have been harder than you walking in on me taking the test would. I stressed myself out, Mom. Plus, my body isn't fully developed, yet, and that can also affect a pregnancy."

"Okay, kid," Lorelai said, and she gave Rory a hug.

Rory held onto her like she would die without her mother's warmth. Then, she thought about what she wanted to ask her mother. She knew it was a big deal, but she hoped her mother would do her the favor.

"Mom. I would like something."

"What, sweetie. Anything you want."

Rory took a deep breath. "I want to go home."

"But the doctor said…"

"I don't care what the doctor said. I'm tired of this hospital. I just want to be in a familiar place, with familiar smells. I want Luke to fix me some mashed potatoes, like when I got chicken pox. I just want to go home."

Lorelai looked into her daughters deep blue eyes and saw the pain and anguish in them. This place wasn't doing her any good. Slowly, Rory saw her mother grab the call button and she pressed it.

"Babe. I told you I'd do anything you want. If you want to go home, I'll get you home."

Rory smiled. It was the first genuine smile she'd had on her face in weeks. It felt so good to see her face light up that Lorelai knew she was doing the right thing. The nurse came in a minute and asked what was wrong.

"Uh, we're going to need some discharge papers," Lorelai told the nurse.

"What? The doctor wanted to keep Rory under observation for a couple of days."

"I know, but I promise she'll be kept supervised, and we'll bring her back in if anything happens, but my daughter would like to go home."

"Okay, ma'am. You'll have to sign some AMA papers."

"AMA?" Lorelai questioned.

"Against Medical Advice."

"Okay, that'll be fine."

Tristan stood in the doorway and was surprised at what he was hearing. Rory wanted to go home. It did make sense, but at the same time he was kind of scared to take her out of here. This place was safe and could handle her if she had another meltdown. What about at home? What if she left? What if she hurt herself?

"Tristan, earth to Tristan."

Snapping back to attention, he looked at Lorelai. "What?"

"I asked if you would go to the small store across the street and buy Rory some clothes."

"Oh sure. What does she need?"

"Oh my God, I've lost my head. Sorry. You stay with Rory, and I'll buy the clothes. It's not like you know her sizes."

"Actually I do. We went shopping once…" Tristan tried to explain, but Lorelai had already vanished.

"So it's just you and me, kid," Rory said.

"I guess so. Are you sure you want to go home?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my entire life. I hate hospitals."

"Well, as soon as your mom comes back, I'm going to have to hurry home in order to get some stuff."

"What stuff?" Rory asked, anxiously.

She didn't think he'd leave until after she got home. The thought of having to deal with her miscarriage without Tristan seemed unbearable, and tears began to gather in her eyes.

"You know, toothbrush, pajamas, a few changes of clothes. Stuff like that. You don't expect me to borrow your clothes while I'm staying at your house."

"Staying? You're not going to leave me?"

"Of course not, babe. I'd never leave you," Tristan whispered.

Slowly, he leaned forward and placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips. The tears she had been holding back slowly fell down her cheeks, and Tristan felt them on his cheeks. As he kissed her, he used his thumbs to wipe the sad droplets from their faces. At first they were only her tears, but as they held each other the tears mixed together into a river of loss and despair. But there was still hope. Hope that somehow they'd come through this awfulness with strength.

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