Disclaimer: Amy and Daniel Palladino, along with the rest of the WB, own
Gilmore Girls. I'm just borrowing the characters.
A/N: This is going to be a Rory/Dean story with a slight undertone of Trory. It's also my first Gilmore Girls story, so sorry if the characterization is a bit off.
8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
She was the last person he expected to see here. In fact, they both were. Paris was the one he saw first. Well, not saw; her shouting led him to the Yale newsroom. The blonde was currently berating a freshman for an article that insulted Asher Fleming. Said freshman was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.
Tristan could have cared less if Paris was belly dancing around the room. His eyes were fixed on one thing: his Mary. Though she looked different, there were subtle hints that clued him in. The thick book on the desk and the coffee in one hand were reminders of the Chilton days. Her unwavering concentration once again allowed her to focus all her attention on the computer screen without noticing that she was being watched.
On that note, Tristan groaned and turned out of the door entrance to lean against the wall. Running a hand through his hair, he thought of the last time he saw Rory. It was at the "Romeo & Juliet" play. That was three years ago. Three years without seeing her, and now five minutes in her presence and his inner-stalker was let out. Somehow, she was always in the back of his mind. It could be something trivial, such as being out with a brunette or seeing the classic book section at Barnes N Noble.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't see Rory exit the newsroom. She went the opposite way and was halfway down the hallway when Tristan realized what had happened. He watched her until she was out of eyesight. Sparing a glance in the newsroom again, he contemplated going back to James' dorm- whom he was visiting- when he was overcome with a sudden urge to see what Rory was reading.
88888888
Rory reread her review of the newest CD by The Concretes for had to be the third time. It was her calm amid the chaos. Doyle was making Anita, the girl two desks down from her, nervous by looking over his shoulder the whole time he wrote his article. Paris was still yelling at the poor boy that had the nerve to call her boyfriend "old" and "doesn't know what he's talking about." Of course, no one knew about Paris and Professor Fleming, so no one really paid attention as she caused this boy another seven years of therapy.
She was concentrating so hard that she actually jumped when her cell phone rang. It could be two people- her mom or Dean. Dean was her "unofficial" boyfriend again. She refused to go out with him again until he finalized his divorce. This didn't mean that everyone was happy, though. Dean still had a small scar on his head from where Lindsay had thrown a toaster at him. Rory had Lindsay's purse thrown at her, just because Lindsay saw her walking down the street.
Making a quick exit so Doyle wouldn't catch her, she answered the phone as soon as she got into the hallway.
"Rory!" her mother exclaimed from the other end.
"Hi, mom," Rory replied, deciding that if she was going out she might as well get some more coffee.
"Are you coming home tomorrow?" Lorelai asked.
"Tomorrow's Thursday," Rory pointed out.
Lorelai pouted. "But there's a town meeting tomorrow, and it's just no fun throwing food and tormenting Taylor without you."
"You have Luke to torment Taylor," Rory said.
"But he won't throw food! C'mon, I'll buy you coffee," Lorelai bargained.
Rory smiled. "Mom, you're dating the coffee supplier, therefore we get free coffee, so it doesn't really work."
"But if I wasn't dating the supplier of the coffee, I'd buy it for you," Lorelai quickly replied.
Rory pondered this a moment, rounding the corner. "Fine, I'll come."
"Yay!" Lorelai squealed. "Remind me to buy you lots of shiny things."
"It's noted," Rory replied. "What's so different about this town meeting?"
She could hear he mother grinning with excitement as she answered, "Taylor wants all the buildings inspected and subsequently brought up to code, which would mean closing stores. There are too many potential riots that could break out for me to just tell you about. You need to experience the town's violent outbursts."
Rory laughed. "I'll see you at six, what do you think?"
"I think that you're my favorite daughter," Lorelai said. "And that Dean will be happy to see you."
Rory blushed. "Mom!"
"What?" Lorelai asked innocently. "I just invited him to sit with us."
"I love you, mom."
"Love you too, hon."
88888888
The first thing Rory noticed when she got back was Tristan. At her desk, feet propped up. Reading her review. She had to do a double take. What was he doing here? At her desk?
"What are you doing here?" she inquired.
Tristan looked up and smirked. "Hello to you too, Mary. I'm reading your review."
"I can see that," Rory replied shortly. "What are you doing here? At Yale?"
"I could ask you the same thing," he countered.
Without missing a beat, Rory said, "I asked you first."
"I'm visiting a friend for the Harvard/Yale game," he told her. "I heard Paris' dulcet tones, and investigated, and here I am." He gestured around. "Happy to see me?"
"Not really, no," Rory replied honestly, pushing his feet off her desk.
Tristan mocked hurt. "You wound me, Mary."
"I guess these three years have taught you nothing. My name is still Rory, not Mary," she said drolly.
Tristan just put his feet back up on the desk and leaned back slightly, hand behind his head and the smirk a permanent feature on his face. "What are you doing here, Mary?" He put the emphasis on 'Mary.' "Last I heard you were bound for Harvard."
"Things change," Rory replied. "Get out of my chair."
Tristan raised a suggestive eyebrow. "There's room for both of us." He patted his lap. Rory merely rolled her eyes. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Studying for my test tomorrow," was the reply.
"And tomorrow? What about then?"
"Going home to see my mom."
"Mary, are you avoiding me?" Tristan put a hand to his heart.
Rory smiled a little bit. "No, I just have really good timing. Why don't you talk to Paris?"
Just then, her editor came up. "Gilmore, who's this? Are you done with your article?"
"Yeah, Doyle. I just need to print it out," Rory told him.
Tristan stood up. "Tristan Dugrey. Pleasure to meet Rory's editor."
Doyle raised an eyebrow at Rory. "What's he doing here?"
"He's leaving. Just came to bug me." Rory started pushing him out of the newsroom. "Go!"
"Why, Mary, I didn't know you were so eager to get me into your dorm room," Tristan teased.
"Rory!" Paris called.
Giving Tristan one final shove out of the newsroom and a yell of "It's Rory!" she turned to Paris. "Yes?"
"Was that Tristan?" she asked.
"Unfortunately," Rory sighed, gathering her things at her desk. "I'll see you later, ok?" Mr. Gellar had yet again made sure that Rory and Paris were rooming again. It was her life coach's request again that she finish her "journey" with Rory.
With a small smile, Paris told her, "I'll be a little late tonight."
Rory smiled, knowing that she could talk to Dean that way without having Paris interrupting with her yelling or her constant replies to Tim Russert on Meet the Press. "See you then."
888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
A/N2: What do think? Should I continue?
A/N: This is going to be a Rory/Dean story with a slight undertone of Trory. It's also my first Gilmore Girls story, so sorry if the characterization is a bit off.
8888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
She was the last person he expected to see here. In fact, they both were. Paris was the one he saw first. Well, not saw; her shouting led him to the Yale newsroom. The blonde was currently berating a freshman for an article that insulted Asher Fleming. Said freshman was on the verge of having a nervous breakdown.
Tristan could have cared less if Paris was belly dancing around the room. His eyes were fixed on one thing: his Mary. Though she looked different, there were subtle hints that clued him in. The thick book on the desk and the coffee in one hand were reminders of the Chilton days. Her unwavering concentration once again allowed her to focus all her attention on the computer screen without noticing that she was being watched.
On that note, Tristan groaned and turned out of the door entrance to lean against the wall. Running a hand through his hair, he thought of the last time he saw Rory. It was at the "Romeo & Juliet" play. That was three years ago. Three years without seeing her, and now five minutes in her presence and his inner-stalker was let out. Somehow, she was always in the back of his mind. It could be something trivial, such as being out with a brunette or seeing the classic book section at Barnes N Noble.
He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't see Rory exit the newsroom. She went the opposite way and was halfway down the hallway when Tristan realized what had happened. He watched her until she was out of eyesight. Sparing a glance in the newsroom again, he contemplated going back to James' dorm- whom he was visiting- when he was overcome with a sudden urge to see what Rory was reading.
88888888
Rory reread her review of the newest CD by The Concretes for had to be the third time. It was her calm amid the chaos. Doyle was making Anita, the girl two desks down from her, nervous by looking over his shoulder the whole time he wrote his article. Paris was still yelling at the poor boy that had the nerve to call her boyfriend "old" and "doesn't know what he's talking about." Of course, no one knew about Paris and Professor Fleming, so no one really paid attention as she caused this boy another seven years of therapy.
She was concentrating so hard that she actually jumped when her cell phone rang. It could be two people- her mom or Dean. Dean was her "unofficial" boyfriend again. She refused to go out with him again until he finalized his divorce. This didn't mean that everyone was happy, though. Dean still had a small scar on his head from where Lindsay had thrown a toaster at him. Rory had Lindsay's purse thrown at her, just because Lindsay saw her walking down the street.
Making a quick exit so Doyle wouldn't catch her, she answered the phone as soon as she got into the hallway.
"Rory!" her mother exclaimed from the other end.
"Hi, mom," Rory replied, deciding that if she was going out she might as well get some more coffee.
"Are you coming home tomorrow?" Lorelai asked.
"Tomorrow's Thursday," Rory pointed out.
Lorelai pouted. "But there's a town meeting tomorrow, and it's just no fun throwing food and tormenting Taylor without you."
"You have Luke to torment Taylor," Rory said.
"But he won't throw food! C'mon, I'll buy you coffee," Lorelai bargained.
Rory smiled. "Mom, you're dating the coffee supplier, therefore we get free coffee, so it doesn't really work."
"But if I wasn't dating the supplier of the coffee, I'd buy it for you," Lorelai quickly replied.
Rory pondered this a moment, rounding the corner. "Fine, I'll come."
"Yay!" Lorelai squealed. "Remind me to buy you lots of shiny things."
"It's noted," Rory replied. "What's so different about this town meeting?"
She could hear he mother grinning with excitement as she answered, "Taylor wants all the buildings inspected and subsequently brought up to code, which would mean closing stores. There are too many potential riots that could break out for me to just tell you about. You need to experience the town's violent outbursts."
Rory laughed. "I'll see you at six, what do you think?"
"I think that you're my favorite daughter," Lorelai said. "And that Dean will be happy to see you."
Rory blushed. "Mom!"
"What?" Lorelai asked innocently. "I just invited him to sit with us."
"I love you, mom."
"Love you too, hon."
88888888
The first thing Rory noticed when she got back was Tristan. At her desk, feet propped up. Reading her review. She had to do a double take. What was he doing here? At her desk?
"What are you doing here?" she inquired.
Tristan looked up and smirked. "Hello to you too, Mary. I'm reading your review."
"I can see that," Rory replied shortly. "What are you doing here? At Yale?"
"I could ask you the same thing," he countered.
Without missing a beat, Rory said, "I asked you first."
"I'm visiting a friend for the Harvard/Yale game," he told her. "I heard Paris' dulcet tones, and investigated, and here I am." He gestured around. "Happy to see me?"
"Not really, no," Rory replied honestly, pushing his feet off her desk.
Tristan mocked hurt. "You wound me, Mary."
"I guess these three years have taught you nothing. My name is still Rory, not Mary," she said drolly.
Tristan just put his feet back up on the desk and leaned back slightly, hand behind his head and the smirk a permanent feature on his face. "What are you doing here, Mary?" He put the emphasis on 'Mary.' "Last I heard you were bound for Harvard."
"Things change," Rory replied. "Get out of my chair."
Tristan raised a suggestive eyebrow. "There's room for both of us." He patted his lap. Rory merely rolled her eyes. "What are you doing tonight?"
"Studying for my test tomorrow," was the reply.
"And tomorrow? What about then?"
"Going home to see my mom."
"Mary, are you avoiding me?" Tristan put a hand to his heart.
Rory smiled a little bit. "No, I just have really good timing. Why don't you talk to Paris?"
Just then, her editor came up. "Gilmore, who's this? Are you done with your article?"
"Yeah, Doyle. I just need to print it out," Rory told him.
Tristan stood up. "Tristan Dugrey. Pleasure to meet Rory's editor."
Doyle raised an eyebrow at Rory. "What's he doing here?"
"He's leaving. Just came to bug me." Rory started pushing him out of the newsroom. "Go!"
"Why, Mary, I didn't know you were so eager to get me into your dorm room," Tristan teased.
"Rory!" Paris called.
Giving Tristan one final shove out of the newsroom and a yell of "It's Rory!" she turned to Paris. "Yes?"
"Was that Tristan?" she asked.
"Unfortunately," Rory sighed, gathering her things at her desk. "I'll see you later, ok?" Mr. Gellar had yet again made sure that Rory and Paris were rooming again. It was her life coach's request again that she finish her "journey" with Rory.
With a small smile, Paris told her, "I'll be a little late tonight."
Rory smiled, knowing that she could talk to Dean that way without having Paris interrupting with her yelling or her constant replies to Tim Russert on Meet the Press. "See you then."
888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
A/N2: What do think? Should I continue?