Being Alone.
What if naked guy outside Rory's room was none other than Tristan?? TRORY
Disclaimer: I do not own the Gilmore Girls show, or the people on it... trust me there would be a lot more Tristan if I did :) I don't own Disney movies (well, maybe on VHS) but I love them so you might find some quotes in this.
Author's Note: OK... I'm pretty sure I've bumped into this idea before... at least once, but I can't remember the actual story, so I'm just gonna say I'm sorry to whoever wrote it if mine happens to be like yours. I would also like to warn you that this is my first fan-fic ever. Enjoy!
Paring: Rory/Tristan
Rory woke up in the middle of the night. She heard a noise out in the hallway and walked out of her suite. A naked guy was sleeping on the floor. He had blond hair, and God, let's face it... one terrific body. She woke him up. He groaned but kept his face hidden in his arm.
"Hello?" He mumbled
"Hi."
Still looking down he states: "I'm on the floor."
"You were sleeping" She said kindly.
"I have no clothes on."
"No, you don't."
He looked up, blue crashed on blue and she gasped.
"Mary?" He asked not knowing whether he was still asleep and dreaming or even, maybe, hallucinating.
"Tristan." She whispered
"I thought you said you were going to Harvard." He said trying to get up.
She blushed and turned around while taking her robe off. "Here." She said handing it to him. "You can borrow this if you want."
"I'll take it you're still my Mary then." He said pleased while walking toward her.
"No." She replied flatly and heard him stumble. "I was never YOUR Mary." She continued matter of factly missing the painful look in his eyes.
"Oh Mary, you wound me." He said only half teasing already back to his old ways.
"Save it DuGray." She started to leave. "I'm in room 12, drop the robe there sometime tomorrow." And without another word she was gone.
Tristan just stood there watching at the empty space she had fill barely seconds ago. He somehow made it back to his room, dropped into bed and remembered her.