AN: My timeline is going to be different than the shows. Please just go with it. The yacht thing didn't happen at the end of the school year, it happened before… so just mentally move everything on the show back a few months. I know, it's a pain- but hey, it's fan fiction, and we can do whatever we want in these stories. I'm really not too sure about this fic. Let me know what you think.
Rory Gilmore looked in the mirror and finished putting her hair up.
"You look gorgeous." Logan told her, nuzzling her neck.
"Why thank you, kind sir." She teased, giving him a quick kiss.
"Do you have to go?" He asked, trying to pull her down onto his bed.
"Yes. You know every Friday night I have dinner with my grandparents. I'll meet you at the pub afterwards, ok?"
With that being said she gave him one more quick kiss before walking out the door to the parking lot.
She got in her car and started the drive to Hartford, thinking about their relationship.
She and Logan had been dating exclusively for two months. Neither of their families were thrilled with the relationship. At first, her grandparents had been thrilled with the match. Then, the whole yacht incident happened. Somehow, after years of disagreeing with each other on every possible point, her mother and grandparents came to an agreement: Rory and Logan should not be together.
Since then, they used every opportunity to pull the couple apart. Her grandparents Francine Hayden invite her for a luncheon, where she sung the praises of Harvard and Princeton, encouraging her to transfer. She even mentioned Oxford. Her dad offered her a town house or a new car if she transferred.
Emily began to throw parties inviting students from other Ivy League schools. She had been tricked into numerous dates. The kicker came when Lorelai defended Emily's actions; in fact, she even started helping Emily pick out young men from good families to "court" Rory. Rory had just about had enough of it all. But she kept her mouth shut: After all, her family paid for school.
She pulled up to the Gilmore mansion, and got out of the car. She noticed several other cars in the drive. She walked up and rang the bell. 'May as well get this over with quickly…'
The maid of the week opened the door, allowing Rory entrance. "Everyone is in the sitting room." She informed Rory, taking her jacket.
"Thanks."
She walked into the room, surprised to see so many people.
"Hello Rory, how are you?" Francine Hayden asked, standing up and walking over to kiss her on the cheek.
"I'm well, and you?" She asked warily, putting on her society smile. It was the smile she had perfected at the numerous parties and galas she went to with Logan.
"Wonderful."
"Umm, grandma, what's going on?" Rory asked, glancing around.
Her father and grandmother Hayden were there, along with Luke and her mother. What surprised her was that there were also three other people there. One was an older man, her grandfather's age. Then there was a couple. There was something vaguely familiar about the man, but she couldn't place it.
Normally, she could smell a set up a mile away, but there was no one there her age. That left her feeling very uneasy.
"Would you like a drink Rory?" Her grandfather asked as she sat down.
She nodded. "Yes please." She had a feeling something was very, very wrong.
Her grandmother smiled. "We're just waiting on one other person, and then we'll get right to business."
'Business?' "Oh, if this is business, I don't want to intrude." Rory insisted, wishing to leave.
"Nonsense." Her grandfather replied, handing her the drink. "Now let me introduce you to Janlan, and-"
Before he could say anything else the door bell rang, and soon a young man walked in the room. He was about her age. He had blonde hair, and blue eyes…
"Tristan?"
"Rory?"
They looked at each other in shock.
The strange man sitting beside the woman smiled. "Wonderful, you two remember each other!"
"Sit down beside Rory Tristan." The woman ordered as he gave her a kiss on the cheek.
Tristan sat beside Rory, a look of confusion on his face. She shrugged at him, whispering, "I don't know any more than you do."
He nodded.
There was a silence, and then her grandfather cleared his throat.
"Rory, you already know Tristan. This is his father, Edward, and his mother, Olivia. This is his grandfather, Janlan." Richard told her, making the introductions.
"Nice to meet you." She smiled at them.
Edward spoke up. "Tristan, you remember the Gilmores. This is their daughter, Lorelai, and her fiancé, Luke. That is Rory's father, Christopher, and his mother, Francine."
Tristan smiled a fake smile, "Nice to meet you."
Tristan and Rory shared another confused look. Something more than just being set up was wrong. Very, very wrong. There was just something in the atmosphere.
"Let's get down to business, shall we?" Janlan said, looking around the room.
"What's going on gramps?" Tristan asked.
Janlan pulled out several stacks of papers, handing them to each person in the room. When Tristan and Rory got their papers they looked at each other in shock.
"What is this?" Rory asked, her eyes open wide. There was no way this was what she thought it was.
"Rory, Tristan, you two are getting married." Janlan told them.
They looked up, and were met with nods of affirmation across the room.