Rory dreams she is in Camelot a handmaiden at the round table friend of Guinevere and pursued relentlessly by Lancelot, she is championed by and weds Tristan – In her waking world she is pursued by Logan after the bridesmaid debacle and surprised when Tristan appears to save the day. Was her dream prophetic? Who will she choose? (AU)

Disclaimer: Still not mine, only borrowed to make my stories more interesting

A/N: Well it seems interest in this tome has waned, so this will be the last chapter. I do have some other stories brewing, but may not post again for a couple of weeks. Until then I wish you all well and thank you for sticking with this. Be safe and know that you are appreciated.

Chapter 13 - Lessons Learned

Rory was quiet all the way home and Tristan was concerned something may be wrong. They made it into the apartment, she changed into her pajamas and he his, then she sat on the chair she usually sat to read in.

"Two hundred million, all I have to do is turn 25, I have already fulfilled the well educated part, now I just have to turn 25 and I am loaded. There were no special conditions, no marital limits, just have a good education and be twenty five to be come a multimillionaire. What do I do with that much money, I never ever have to work ever again if I don't want to, neither do my kids." Rory's voice was small and scared, he understood completely.

"Rory honey, that is three years from now Mare, a hell of a lot can happen. It doesn't change anything, not really. I still love you, my net worth will be close if not more if grandpa has a say in it, so we'll be rich. It doesn't mean we have to let it derail us, you want to be a journalist, be one, I want to be a lawyer, so I will be. It doesn't mean anything, not really. You will just never have to struggle financially ever again." Tristan pet her head as he sat on the arm of the overstuffed chair.

"Should I establish scholarships? What about charities, if I contribute do I have to sit in the board meetings like grandma? Don't I have a social obligation to make the world a little better for having been so very blessed?!" Rory didn't realize she was teary eyed.

"Oh, my sweet Mary, you make the world a better place just by being in it. Do you have any idea why, Jess, Logan, even Dean, but especially me love you, I have loved you since I was sixteen, I didn't know it was love then, but looking back it was. It motivated me to be a better man, to step in line and become a man you could be proud of. You know I heard Logan is still 'off the market' not that he's pining, but he dates, not the old way, but the I want to get to know you way. That is your influence Mare, you think Colin would have manned up to Steph without your intervention and look at Finn, he is sober more often than not. You changed us all and for the better, Jess owns part of a publishing house and I heard Miss Patty say that Dean went to school and is an accountant", they both chuckled at that. "you make a difference everyday, just by being you. The money won't change it, unless you allow it to. If you want to set up some scholarships, make some sizable donations, that's all well and good, but remember the money was meant for you, to keep you safe and well provided for. It is a good thing Mare, you will be just fine. If you don't believe me talk to Lorelai or hell even Logan, they know you pretty darn well, and I bet they will say the same."

Rory had enjoyed his gentle petting of her head while he worked to convince her it was all going to be alright, but she knew this changed everything, as a reporter of such worth she was an easy target, not now, but when the announcements were made. She made a mental note to talk to Paris, her friends overly cautious approach to the world may be just what she needed to truly calm her and she leaned into Tristan as he ran his fingers through her hair in an absent and gentle massage, and she thought of another really excellent stress reliever. She let out a soft moan, and his gentle touches became more deliberate. He lifted her to the bed and lay her on her stomach so he could work the knots from her shoulder and back, he had often done this during her mid terms, she adored how well he cared for her. As he worked his magic she began to dream, in her twilight sleep Lancelot and Maria were walking in the garden in deep discussion.

"I know you are betrothed to Sir Tristan, but I wanted to let you know that you changed me, your gentle rebuff your constant requirement for respect, it made me a better man. Know this, until the ring is upon your hand I still hold hope." Lancelot intoned and Rory woke up. She was disturbed, why would that occur, she was happy with Tristan, and Logan was but a memory, how could he be in her dreams now, he had returned to London. Her heart beat rapidly, this was not possible, Logan couldn't threaten her happy little bubble, could he? No, she loved Tristan and he loved her and that was all that would ever matter in the world.

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