This is where I am going to post all my Trory OneShots. Each chapter will be a new story.
If I think I can do something more with it I will start a whole new thing for it...that's all for now.

Title:

The Broken Raod

I do not own the Gilmore Girls…(tear)

Summery:

Everything on the show is the same except Rory and Logan both agreed to call it quits.

He had been back since the beginning of the school year. He had a dorm and an annoying roommate who, reminded him of himself back in high school. He did not understand how he could have been like that and how girls flocked to him. How they knew, actually knew that they were not anything but a good time and still wanted to be around a gut like that. He spent most of his spare some place other then his dorm and when his roommate had 'visitors' he would get up and leave or go into his room and turn his stereo on all the way. If he had met himself three years ago, he would have been disgusted.

That was until her. His Mary, the one girl that did not bow at his feet and worshiped the ground he walked on. The one girl who did not throw herself at him. The one girl that turned his world upside down. The one girl he truly wanted but could not have.

Upon his return from military school he figured she had went to Harvard, as she wanted, as she dreamt.

He chose Yale because, well he was not positive why he chose Yale, he just did.

He had got in bed late last night thanks to his roommate. He woke up at 6:45 AM and headed for the shower. He got back ten minutes later; he got dressed in a pair of blue faded jeans. He put on a black leather belt and started to look for a wife beater. He found on under his bed and put it on. He found a navy blue button down shirt on the back of his chair and put it on, not bothering to button it up. He ran a hand through his wet hair and walked out of his room.

His roommate was showing this week's girl to the door, with one last kiss she turned and walked out. "Sleep alright man?" Nick, his roommate asked. He had brown hair and hazel eyes. His jawbone was defined. Other then having a nice body he did not know why the girls flocked to him.

Tristan had to keep from rolling his eyes. "Yeah, just fine." sarcasm surrounded his voice.

Nick just shrugged and walked back into his room. Tristan let out a deep frustrated laugh. He walked through the common room over to the door that led to the hallway. Leaning against the walked across the way was the girl Nick brought home last night. She had curly red hair and freckles across her nose. She was wearing a black and gray plaid mini skirt and black spegti strap.

Tristan made his way towards the dining hall, knowing that the red head was following him. After getting her courage up, she caught up with him and fell into to step with his. "Hi, my name is Roxy." she said, giving her best charming smile.

Tristan just laughed to himself, knowing what she was going to ask.

"Anyway, I was wondering if you would like to go out some time."

He let a soft chuckle leave his lips. "Sorry, I'm not interested." He said, amusement filling his eyes. He just continued to the dining hall, leaving a stunnedRoxy staring after him.

He ate his breakfast in peace before getting up and heading toward his first class. He was early. Their was only one person in the room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her. His breath caught in his chest and he suddenly could not breathe. He stood their staring, his mouth agape.

She looked the same but different. She had bangs and did not look very innocent anymore. She was wearing a blue jeans and a brown turtleneck. Her chocolate brown hair was flowing to her shoulders, beautifully. She was reading a book; she did not even notice someone had some into the room. Something's never change, he thought to himself.

After getting over the shock of seeing her in his class, he walked to the table, hoping she wouldn't look up.

And she did, until she looked up at the clock.

He was writing. He face scrunched up with concentration. He looked the same just more mature.

Upon feeling eyes on him he looked up and saw her staring at him, surprise and shock all over her face. "Yes?"

She looked away, blushing. "Nothing. I just did not know someone came in. How long have you been here?" she asked, still not meeting his eye.

He looked at the leather wristwatch around his wrist. "Oh, I say about five minutes."

"Oh..."

He just nodded and went back to writing. A few minutes past, their was fifteen minutes until class started. "So, I haven't seen you around, where you been?" he asked, finally looking up.

"Oh well, I was sort of going to take the semester off but I changed my mind." she answered simply.

"Uh-huh." he said, nodding. "So, what happened to Harvard?"

Surprise covered her face again. "You remembered." It was more of a statement then a question.

"How could I forget." he mumbled. "Yeah, it's what you and Paris talked about. Well, that was before you got in and she didn't"

"How did you know I got into Harvard and Paris didn't?" she asked while she stuffed her book in her book bag.

"Just because I left didn't mean I didn't know what was going on there." Was all he said, twirling the pen in his hands.

"Yeah. Well, I chose Yale." she said, noticing he was not the same. He was still Tristan Dugrey but he was not the same person he was when he left. Before she knew it, the scene of when she last saw him came into her mind. I would kiss you goodbye but you're boyfriend is standing there, she mouthed the last words he said to her. "Why'd you do it?" she asked suddenly.

He watched her, as she seemed to remember something. "Excuses me?"

"Why did you brake into that safe with Duncan and Bowman? Why?"

A frown tugged on his lips. "Well, you see, I heard someone I really liked say they hated me and I just lost all hope... for me and you." he mumbled the last part to himself and from the look on her face he knew she had heard him.

"I didn't mean it.," she whispered.

It was five minutes until class and more people started to come in, cutting of their conversation.

All through class, Rory could not help but think of the last words he said to her, I heard someone I really liked say they hated me and I just lost all hope... for me and you.

She could not help the guilt forming in the pit of her stomach. Why? It was over three years ago, why was she still feeling guilty. She knew that she did not really hate him but he did not know.

When she was not taking notes, she was looking over at him. She could not help herself. She was just so... curious? She did not know what it was. What has he been doing since he left, she found herself wondering. She watched him as he wrote down something the professor said. She smiled to herself; in Chilton, he was lucky if he wrote down a sentence. He has really changed...

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard chairs scraping against the floor. She shook her head and slowly stood up. She put away her things and exited the room

As she walked out, she made a right.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were following me Mary." Tristan said as he pushed himself off the wall and fell into step with Rory.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, because I have nothing better to do then follow you around."

He did not respond, just simply shrugged his shoulders. Rory stopped walking and faced him. "You do know I didn't mean it, right?"

He looked at her confused. "What are you talking about?"

She started playing with the hem of her shirt. "That I- I didn't mean it when I said I hated you." she answered in a whisper. She continued playing with the hem if her shirt as she looked down at her shoes.

"Hey," he said, lifting her chin with his finger so her eyes met his. "It's in the past, don't worry about it. I forgot about it and so should you." he reassured her, truthfully.

She smiled softly. "So, when's you're next class?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Why?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Rory laughed. "'Cause I was thinking, two friends catching up over coffee. My next class is in an hour."

He laughed. "My, my, my, Mary is asking me out? What to say, what to say?" replied, stroking his chin.

She stood their, tapping her foot impatiently. Sure, what harm could it do?" She slapped him in the arm. "I was only joking, relax. Yes, coffee sounds great."

They spent the next forty-five minutes drinking coffee and catching up at the local Star Bucks. She told him about everything that happened in her life, starting from when he left. About on the night of the play she cried herself asleep, blaming herself for him being sent away. She told him about the whole Dean fiasco. She watched as angry lit up his face, remembering he never liked Dean. Then when she got to the part of him breaking up with her outside of her grandparent's house, in front of all her friends and just left her there. She noticed he clenched his fist and him biting the inside of his cheeks, so he wouldn't say something he would later regret.

She told him howshe got in trouble for stealing the yacht, but it did not surprise him. He already knew which shouldn't have surprised her but it did.

The entire time she spoke, she noticed the mixed expressions on his face as she told him about things. She noticed, shame, hope, angry, happiness and if she dare say, love.

He told her about how miserably he was at military school and how he did not have any friends. How the only person in his family that came to visit him once a month was his grandfather. As he told her this, he watched as she shook her head in a disapproving way. He could not contain his smile.

He told her about Princeton, where he had been since he left South Carolina. He explained why he came back, his grandfather was not doing well and he wanted to be here, closer to him of anything happened to him, the only person in his family who really cared about him. His life had not been as exiting as Rory's had been but it was nice just talking he her again.

Thinking of how much she had changed, he shook his head.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing, just thinking. So I guess after Dean and Logan I can't call you Mary anymore,"

"Tristan!" Rory hissed, throwing her empty coffee cup at him.

Tristan broke out in laughter. "Calm down Mare."

She glared at him playfully. "So, even though you know I'm not a 'Mary' you're still going to call me that?"

"Yep," he answers lazily as he took a drink from his cup.

"May I ask why?"

"Because, you'll always be my Mary."

Rory felt her cheeks heat up and looked down at the table. "Well, I got to get going to class..." she did not want to go; she was content to staying here and just talking with him. However, it was her first day back and it would look bad if she failed to show up for the rest of her classes.

"Yeah," he said, nodding and standing up. "So, what are you doing on Friday?"

"Nothing..."

"Well, would you like to go out to dinner with me?"

Rory had been hoping he would ask. She waited all day and when she finally thought he was not going to ask her, he did... she could not be happier. "I'd love to."

He smile, he pictured this moment in his head so many time he pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming.

"What are you doing?" Rory asked, watching with amusement.

"Just making sure I'm not dreaming."

She laughed. He loved her laugh; he loved it even more when he was the person making her laugh. He could not help the smile spreading across his lips as he watched her walk back towards campus.

After all the time he spent chasing her, trying to get through to her that she wasn't a conquest, that she wasn't like the other girls, that she actually meant something to him. He got her.

After trying many times and failing many times he finally got her, his date, his girl, his Mary.

This is my lucky day…

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now I'm just rolling home
Into my lover's arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

So, what do you think?

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At the moment I am working ona new chapter for 'Fairy Tales' and a new story on FictionPress... so I'll have it up as soon as I can

Kelli