Disclaimer: I don't really own any TV series. As soon as I do though, I'll catch ya up on it.
Chapter One: The Club
Rory sighed. Another one of those 'player-type-guys' was checking her out. So she deserved it she guess. Maybe it was what she was wearing, a two piece leather outfit, showing a lot of skin. She spun around on her barstool and eyed the guy that was checking her out. He had a nice tan, and his shirt showed that he was muscled. His blond hair seemed to have a life of its own though, and she must admit that he scored extremely high on the how-hot-a-guy-is Gilmore scale. She winked at him, and smiled, as he looked startled. She started walking seductively towards him, and sat on his lap.
"So how about it, your place or mine?" she whispered into his ear.
"I don't know, which is closer?" the guy whispered back. "Mine's in Hartford."
"Well then, it's yours." Rory whispered back, trailing kisses down his neck.
The couple then walked out of the club, holding hands. The guy helped her into his car, which happened to be a very updated BMW model. They arrived at his apartment a few minutes later. Walking up into his place, she observed that he must have a lot of money, as this was a very private area. Hell, this place even had a guard posted at every gate. He opened the door to his apartment and led her to his bedroom.
"Do you want a drink?" he asked.
"Hmm," Rory spoke. "You're different. Most guys just want to rush straight on to the… good parts."
The guy smiled. "I'm not like most guys."
"Yeah I can see that. You're a lot cuter."
"I am not cute," the guy protested. "I'm hot."
"So, how big is your..." Rory paused. "Ego?"
"The size of Texas."
Rory laughed, and the sound of it filled up the room. "Nice."
The guy handed her a drink. Rory took a sip of it. Coca-Cola.
"You don't want me drunk?" she asked, disbelievingly.
"Of course not. It's way better when you actually know what you're doing."
"Um hmm. Sure." Rory replied. "So what are you doing now?"
"Oh, I'm studying law. In my second year at it too." The guy replied.
"Law? Tough cookie to crack. Me, I'm doing psychology." Rory said.
The guy gave her a 100-watt smile. "Psychology?"
"What? Don't I seem like a psychological type of person?" Rory defended.
"Sure you do." The guy replied. He paused for a while. "When pigs fly."
"Heyyyy. What does that mean?" Rory asked, feeling her anger rise.
"For your information, I'm studying in Harvard." Rory spoke. "But I'm not majoring in psychology. I'm actually majoring in… journalism."
"And the truth comes out." The guy laughed. "Harvard's posh, but I didn't know that they let people like you in."
Rory stood up. "That is way out of line. I got in on my own accord. I'm smart, and I know that I can do whatever I want to do."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to say that. It just came out. I'm at Yale." The guy said.
Rory sat down, starting to relax. "Smart place as well. So what did you do to get in? Did your daddy-o have to bribe someone?" Rory prodded.
The guy smiled. "Actually- no. I got a scholarship."
They stopped conversing, and Rory eyed the huge bed that was in the middle of the bedroom.
"Are we going to use that?" she asked.
"Yeah. Enough talk." The guy said.
Rory smiled, and made her way to the bed.
6.30 the next morning
Rory opened her eyes, and glanced at the clock. 6.30. Damn she was late for her class. She sat up and began dressing herself. She looked at the guy who had shared his bed with her and smiled. She shook him gently.
"I have to go. Can I borrow your car for a while? I left mine at the club." She said.
The guy opened squinted up at her, and closed his eyes hurriedly at the brightness.
"Sure. I don't have any classes today. Just return it to me. The keys are on the table." He then went back to his dream world.
Rory drove to her apartment, hurried picking up the books that she needed and then she went to Harvard. She was just on time for her class. Rory was disturbed all the way through class, thinking about the guy that she had just spent the night with. He seemed nice enough, but he reminded her of someone, so long ago. Someone that had angered her, yet made her feel loved at the same time. She couldn't remember his name. As soon as class was over, she made her way to her favourite café: Starbucks. She searched in her bag for her wallet, but it was nowhere to be found. Only then did she realise that she had left it in the guy's apartment.
10.00, the same morning.
Tristan got out of bed, and glanced at his clock. 10.00. There was a lady's wallet on the small bedside table. He snatched it. He still hadn't found out the name of the girl that he had spent the night with. He had enjoyed her company. She had reminded him of someone. Tristan opened her wallet and took out her Identification Card. He read the name on it: Rory Gilmore. He reread it again, just to make sure. And then, he groaned aloud and fell back onto his bed. No wonder he felt the sparks that jumped between them. They had connected in a way that he had only connected with one other person, and that was his grandfather. The crush that he felt for Rory Gilmore, the one he had buried long before and ignored, had just resurfaced.
A/N: Should I continue with this? I wouldn't know, it's my first fic.