SUMMARY: Tristan gets Rory up in the middle of the night to feed ducks… but he has a little surprise for her
CONTENT: just a little kissing
DISCLAIMER: Tristan and Rory are the property of the WB, Amy Sherman-Palladino, and Dorothy Parker Drank Here Productions, and I am in no way connected with the show.
Diamonds and Ducks
Tristan leaned over Rory's sleeping form and nudged her gently.
"Rory," he whispered. "Rory, wake up." She groaned and rolled over. He sat down on the edge of her bed. Rory never locked the door of her apartment just in case he, or one of their other neighbors needed her for something. Tristan lived in the apartment next to hers, and came over often. Tonight, he was particularly glad her door was unlocked."
"Rory, get up," he said, louder this time, shaking her to wake her up.
"Five more minutes," she mumbled and pulled the covers over her head. He groaned and, apologizing to her, yanked the covers off the bed, and dumped them unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Ooo… cold" she said, and curled into a ball.
"Come on, Rory, get up." He was getting impatient.
She was suddenly wide awake. She glared at him angrily, than looked at the digital clock on her night stand.
"Tristan it's one in the morning, What do you want?" she half shouted, siting up and giving him and icy stare.
"Don't ask questions, just get up." He tugged on her arm in an effort to get her out of bed. She grumbled and reluctantly got up, stuffing her feet into a pair of fuzzy blue slippers, and slipping on a pink fluffy bathrobe over her sweats and tank top
"This is why I wouldn't move in with you, because you get me up in the middle of the night to do who knows what!" She followed him out into the hall.
"You leave your door unlocked- purposely; it's as good as an invite."
"Where are we going anyway?" she asked, a bit more cheerfully.
"We're going to feed the ducks."
"What?!? You got me up in the middle of the night to feed DUCKS?!?!!"
"Shh… Do you wanna wake up the whole building?? Quiet. I've actually been planning this for quite some time."
"You've been planning to wake me up at one in the morning to feed ducks?! Why?!?"
"Just wait and see." He smiled mischievously, and led her out of the building onto the cold street.
"Tristan, it's the middle of October. You could've atleast warned me that we were going outside so I could've put on something warmer." He tightened the robe around her and handed her a cup of steaming coffee that had been sitting on the ground next to the building
"Told you I had a plan."
"Coffee," she murmured happily, and sipped it carefully. He led her down the street, one hand on her wrist. She trudged along behind him, sipping her coffee, which was held in her free hand.
When the reached the park, Rory through her empty coffee cup into a trash can, and the two approached the lake. Tristan produced a loaf of bread from his jacket.
"It's been sitting in my pantry for three weeks… I haven't used any of it." He opened it and handed her a slice of stale bread. They walked over to a small group of ducks, and began to toss in the bread.
"They're sooo cute. Tristan, look at the way they stick their heads under water to dive for the bread." She laughed, and so did he. After awhile the pair managed to acquire a large following of ducks, and that's when the attack came.
"What's that?" said Rory, pointing to a large bird swimming toward them.
Tristan looked up at the bird, and the ones approaching behind it.
"I think it's a goose," he said. The geese fought with the ducks for the food, which wasn't unusual and Rory and Tristan continued feeding them. Than, a few of the brave geese, climbed up out of the water, coming extremely close to Rory and Tristan. Rory backed away and bumped into Tristan.
"It's ok, Rory,"he said. "They're just geese." She tossed a piece of bread at one of them. The goose caught it in it's beak. They began to honk. She continued to throw the bread, but more geese came out of the water. She looked out at them all as they began to close in on them.
"Uh-oh" said Tristan, he turned and, grabbing Rory's hand, ran. She screamed a small, startled, partially amused scream, as they took off. The geese followed, honking behind, them.
Rory laughed at the idea of running from geese. Everytime they tried to stop, the geese would rush forward and they would run again. It wasn't long before Tristan was laughing too.
They came to a bench and Tristan deftly swung Rory up to stand on it. She breathed a sigh of releif. They laughed, but then a large honking sounded behind Tristan. He turned around to see a goose, and quickly scrambled up to stand beside Rory on the bench. She giggled, and placed her hand over her mouth trying to hide it.
"Well, I must say, when I planned to take you to feed the ducks, I certainly never thought of geese." He laughed. They stood there on the bench and talked for awhile, he continued to nod his head while Rory talked, but his mind had drifted.
He and Rory had gotten together during their Senior year at Chilton. Then, they had both gone to different colleges. Rory, of course, had gone to Harvard, and he had gone to a different school. They had kept up a long distance relationship, and visited during holidays, but after they graduated they had decided to go their separate ways, having both felt that they had grown apart during their college years. A year later, they bumped into each other in New York City and had went to chat at a (where else) coffee shop. After just that one after noon with her, Tristan knew she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and had asked her out to dinner. After a year of serious dating Tristan had asked Rory to move in with him, she had declined. But that was when the ingenious apartment plan came up. Rory decided to move into the vacant apartment next to Tristan's, so they would be close. She left her door unlocked at night's in case he needed something, and the other neighbors had quickly discovered this and had taken to coming in at all hours to ask the famous author for advice. Now, three years after graduating from college, Tristan was ready to take the plunge.
He cleared his throat.
"But he never asks, and it's always so…"
"Will you marry me?" he interupted her.
Her face went blank.
"Huh?" she said, after a few moments of silence.
"I said, will you marry me?" This was not the reaction he had hoped for.
Suddenly, she burst into tears and buried her face in her hands. His eyes went wide with surprise.
"Rory!?" he said, incredulous.
"Rory" he repeated, with the same tone of voice. He gently patted her shoulder, not sure what exactly to do.
Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and said, or tried to through her tears.
He sighed with relief and supressed a chuckle. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"You scared me," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said, smiling at him. He kissed her.
She laughed and cried and grinned hugely.
"Oh!" he said, remembering the ring in his jacket pocket.
She covered her mouth as he took the ring out of it's box. It was a gold band set with a diamond in the center, and two rubys. He slid it onto her left ring finger, and she began to cry again. He laughed and smiled at her. Suddenly he remembered she was still wearing her pajamas.
"We better go home."
She nodded, unable to say anything, and still staring at her ring. They walked the two blocks back to their apartment building in contented silence. At her door, he kissed her and said goodnight, than retreated into his own apartment.
She stepped into her warm apartment and let her bathrobe slide down onto the floor. She sighed and leaned against the door. Two golden eyes stared at her from the table she kept her answering machine on. She looked at them, and they black body they belonged to.
"Guess what, Krisco." She said.
"Mrrow?" said Krisco.
"Momma's getting married!" She told him excitedly.
She picked up the cat and carried him over to the bed, scratching his stomach. He purred and she flopped down on her bed and sighed.