disclaimer in part 1
The Plan
by snoflaik
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Part 4: Success

When Tristan moved his hands to Rory’s face, she felt a chill go through her
body at his touch. She was lost in his gaze and barely could tell what was
going on.

*God get a grip Girl, Its not like you’ve never seen gorgeous blue eyes that
you could just melt into and never want to look away from forever. . STOP!
This is Tristan and why are you letting him touch you*

Then he kissed her and her shock and confusion left her senseless. Emotions
raged through her body ranging from anger, to desire, to happiness, to
surprise all building together.

When Tristan touched his lips to hers realization snapped back into his body
and he ended the kiss almost right after he started it.

*What the Hell am I doing? This girl’s got me not thinking straight. *

“Hit me.”


Rory, still focused on the taste of his lips pressed to hers and the strange
feelings which his touch had sprung, shook her head to clear her muddled
thoughts and slapped him. Hard. Tristan sat back, one hand pressed to his
hurt cheek and said quietly,

“It was all a part of the plan.”

Rory, fully realizing what had just happened, buried her face in her hands
and burst out crying. * I let him kiss me again. Why did that kiss have to
be so good? It was like an electric current through my system. NO! I still
care for Dean. Tristan means nothing!*

Dean and Luke rushed over after hearing her sob loudly.

“Rory, are you alright?” asked Dean, “What the hell do you think you were
doing?” Dean yelled at Tristan who was sitting still with a glazed look on
his face and his hand pressed to the blooming red mark on his face. He
looked up to the fuming Dean towering over him,

“Last time I check you broke up with her.” He said quietly. * I can’t
believe I actually did that. You’re trying to get her back with her ex
idiot. Well it looks like you’ve gotten his attention. *

“Get out. NOW!.” growled Luke as he pulled Tristan out of the booth and out
the door. Luke closed the door and went back to the counter.

Dean slid into the booth next to Rory and put his arms around her. “Its
alright. I’m here now. I'll never be without you again.” He murmured softly

Sara, got up and stood next to Dean, “Um Dean. . . I think I’ll be going
now. Dean? Dean!?”

She finally left shaking her head after Dean continued to hold and murmuring
Rory. Soon her sobs subsided into hiccups and Dean slid out and sat across
from her in the booth.

“I think we should talk about what’ been going on and what happened here?
Why were you here with that jerk anyway?”

“What do you care?” replied Rory, “You looked like you were having fun with
Miss Pom-Poms and I figured you had stopped caring about me so I tried to
move on too.” a traitorous tear slid down her cheek

Dean bowed his head thoughtfully.

“Rory, you know I care about you. I care so much,” said Dean gently.

“Just because I couldn’t say I love you does not mean that I don’t care for
you,“ explained Rory, “This whole relationship thing is totally new to me.
You were my first date, my first kiss, my first boyfriend. I’m still not
sure how to deal with everything. Please just give me time,” pleaded Rory,
placing her hand onto his.

Dean moved his hand to intertwine their fingers and sat back looking into
her eyes.

“Alright, I don’t totally understand but women are such strange creatures.
I’m willing to give us another shot.” He said leaning in.

“Oh really Dean. Do you mean it?” asked Rory leaning in.

“Of course.” Dean kissed Rory gently on the lips.

Luke watching all of this from the counter smiled. * I always knew those two
kids were made for each other. *

* * * * * * * * * * * *

It was soon Monday and time to go to school. Tristan and Rory hadn’t talked
to each other since Friday night and the incident in the diner. Over the
weekend, Dean and Rory went to the movies on Saturday night and hung out
together all of Sunday. It seemed like old times but both knew that
something was not quite right.

Rory, while riding the bus on the way to school, worried about encountering

* I wonder what he’s thinking. I know he felt something in that kiss just
like I did. *

When she thought about the connection they had when their lips touched she
got a chill.

* I have Dean again. I should be ecstatic but I’m so confused. Dean is
great but then there’s Tristan. Stop it Rory! There is no comparison.
Tristan only kissed you because of his brilliant plan to help you out.
Besides, he has feelings for someone remember. I hope that he doesn’t kiss
her the way that he kissed me. Oh God Now I’m jealous! There’s something
seriously wrong here. Forget about him. You’ve got Dean back!*

Things were definitely never going to be the same.

* * *

Part 5: Fate

“So was he putty in your hands or what?”

“JESUS CHRIST!!!” Rory jumps and turns to see Tristan leaning against a
locker with a smirk on his face.

“Don’t do that to me.”

“hehehe,” Tristan chuckled softly. “ So how’d everything go? Oh and no
payment is necessary for getting you back with the love of your life.”

“Good, cause after that little stunt you pulled, the only payment you were
going to get was my knee in a very uncomfortable spot.”

“Hey it worked didn’t it?” Tristan asked innocently.

“I’d appreciate a little forewarning next time.”

“So your saying that there’s going to be a next time?” asked Tristan
mischievously. “ My My Rory, I am surprised at you. You get Dean back but
your still thinking about me.”

Rory flushed. “Ugh! Your Impossible!” she says exasperated.

Tristan laughs. “I just enjoy having things back to normal. See ya later
Rory.” * well that was fun*

He walks down the corridor and out the doors leaving Rory to stare after

“And as usual, you’re right.” Rory says quietly.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Things continued the same along the week. Tristan and Rory became friends in
a loose sense of the word but Rory was having a hard time trying not to
think of their kiss and staying focused on Dean. The weekend came again (as
it usually does every week) and the two “friends” found themselves in
another situation.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Hey there.” said Rory coming up behind Dean.

Dean turned around wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss.
“Hey there yourself.” he replied with a smile. Rory disengaged herself from
his embrace allowing him to continue re-stocking the shelves.

“I got here as soon as I heard your message. So what’s up? What’s the HUGE

“I scored us two tickets to the premier of A Knight’s Tale in Hartford.”

“OH MY GOD! You didn’t!” yelled Rory, “You’re the best!” She gave him a huge

“I thought you’d like it,” said Dean. “ We’re also having dinner at Che La

“What time should I be ready?”

“I’ll pick you up at 5. Is that enough time to get ready?”

“Of course. See you then!” Rory gave him a kiss on the cheek and bounced
happily out of the store.

* This night is definitely going to be perfect. * thought Dean

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And so the little lovebirds were on their way to Hartford but little did
they know that fate (and authors that love tristan and rory) always has a
way of interfering with your most carefully laid plans.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


“Mom can you get that?”

“Sure honey.” Replied Lorelei as she walked to the door. She opened the door
and there stood Dean, in a very nice suit.

“Hey Dean, I guess you can come in, all though you didn’t get ME a ticket to
see A Knight’s Tale,” quipped Lorelei.

“Uh. I’m sorry Mrs. Gilmore,” apologized Dean, “I just thought that with
everything. . .“

“I was just kidding. And it’s Lorelei.” She walked over to the stairs and
yelled up.

“Rory! Dean’s here. If you don’t come down soon I may be forced to take your

“I’m right here.” She replied coming down the stairs. She was dressed in a
light blue long dress that hugged her waist and made her eyes shine.

“Have fun and try not to drool all over when you see Heath Ledger. I don’t
he’d appreciate it.”

“I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

“You look amazing.” said Dean.

Rory blushed. “Thank You.”

They walked out the door to Dean’s car. He held open the door and then
walked to the driver’s side.

“Ok you two crazy kids have fun,” yelled Lorelei from the porch.

“Bye mom,” replied Rory.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

In the car, Rory and Dean talked about a variety of topics and about an hour
later the pulled into the Che Le Roué parking lot.

“Wow Dean this looks expensive.”

“Anything for you Rory. Besides I had some cash saved up.”

He held the door open for her and they walked up to the maitre d’.
“Reservation for 6:00. Under Dean Greer. [A.N. I tried to find Dean’s last
name but it wasn’t on any of the websites so I just made it up. If anyone
knows what it is let me know :)~]

“Ah, Yes Mr. Greer, right this way.”

Rory and Dean followed him into a separate dining room where there were only
four tables.

“I hope this is satisfactory for you. There will be only one other couple
dining in this room this evening.”

“Yes that’s great. Thank you.”

“Enjoy your evening.”

“Wow, a whole room for just two couples. This place is top notch,” said Rory

“Yeah I know. Its kind of strange actually.”

“Well privacy is always good,” said Rory laying her hand on the table.

“Yes,” replied Dean as he took her hand in his, “It definitely is.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When he had picked his date up, Tristan was feeling that this would be a
good night. Teresa was no Rory but she’d help keep his mind off of her for a
while. He swore to himself that tonight no thoughts of Rory would cross his
mind until he was at home in bed and dreaming of her as he did every night.
He plans came crashing down on him when the maitre d’ led him and Teresa
into the dining room and he saw Rory, sitting there at a table for two.

*Jesus she’s beautiful.* He caught her gaze for a second but quickly looked
away before he could drown in the blue sea of her eyes.

* Just pretend you didn’t notice it was her. Just walk by say something
witty to your date as you pull her chair out for her and try not to look at
Rory. *

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The evening was going perfectly until Rory sensed someone coming into the
room. Rory lifted her eyes from the menu thinking it was Dean and became
caught in all too familiar crystal blue gaze. She broke away and studied him
as he was walking. He wore a black sports coat with a blue dress shirt under
it and black pants. The shirt matched his eyes perfectly and made them

*What is he doing here? Duh Rory he’s on a date* she chided herself *just
like you are!*

The couple was seated at the table in front of her with Dean and Tristan’s
date back to back. Rory was having a hard time fighting the urge to look
back over at the couple. She was very uncomfortable with the situation and
found herself getting jealous when Teresa laughed at something he had
whispered into her ear while he pulled her chair out for her. * So that’s
the girl he has feelings for *

“Sorry about that,” apologized Dean as he came back from outside. He noticed
the other couple in the room but hadn’t seen who it was exactly. [A.N. I
know its weird but go with me here. I’m trying to create a moment. :)~]

“Family emergency?” asked Rory

“Yeah something like that. My mom couldn’t remember my grandparents phone
number and since I have it programmed onto my cell, she decided to call me
for it.”

“Parents,” sighed Dean shaking his head.


And so the conversation on parent’s faults continued for a few more minutes.
Rory was doing a pretty good job of staying focused and ignoring Tristan
although she could feel his eyes on her every once in a while. Rory
struggled to not return the glances but finally her resolved failed and she
looked at him just when he shot a glance over to her. Their gazes meant and
it was like electricity shooting across the room. *Oh God I’ve gotta get out
of here. If he keeps looking at me like that, I’ll go nuts. *

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


“Yeah?” he was shaken out of his reverie and Rory’s gaze by the sound of
Teresa’s voice.

“I’m going to go to the powder room. I’ll be right back,” she said as she
stood up.

“Okay. I’ll be counting the minutes to your return.” He replied suavely.
She laughed lightly as she left. As soon as she was out of his eyesight, He
buried his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes like he was awaking from a
deep sleep. * I can’t handle this anymore. I can’t keep my eyes off of her.
I need to get out of here. *


Part 6: Dinner Conversation


“Christ,” said Dean as he answered his phone, “ Hi Mom. Yes that was the
right phone number. What do you mean it said out of use? Alright Alright.
I’ll check again.”“Excuse my princess, the castle calls.”

“I’ll forgive you this time but next time I may be forced to disable the
phone,” replied Rory.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Tristan raised his head from his hands only to be looking straight at Rory.
The two tables separated them, but with Dean and Teresa gone, there was no
one in between.“Hey there,” said Rory

“Hello Rory. How are you this evening?” replied Tristan.“Oh, I’m good and you?”

“Good, Good.”

Both were very uncomfortable with the situation and resulted to sarcasm
finally to lighten the intense mood.

“So how’s Mr. Big Shot treatin’ you?” asked Tristan with a smirk.

”Very good and how’s Miss Air Head?” shot back Rory.

“ That one was rough considering you don’t even know her,” counteredTristan.

“Yeah well since she’s going out with you she can’t be all that brilliant.”

“Au contraire, I do believe that there was one evening which you willingly
spent in my company and one kiss too if memory serves me right,” he smiled
mischievously, ”Or was it two evenings and two kisses? My mind draws a blank
there. Think you can fill in the details?” added Tristan .

“Grrrr,” replied Rory, narrowing her eyes.

“I always knew there was a tiger under that sweet and innocent façade,”
laughed Tristan.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

As Dean was walking back to his table, he stopped short at the doorway to
the room.

He saw Rory sitting there seemingly arguing with some person whose back was
facing him. Her pale complexion was heightened by two marks of red on her
cheeks. Her eyes were bright as stars as she spoke and watched her partner
intently. Her expression, a look of amusement with a hint of a smile and an
attempt to cover it with a scowl, reminded him of another evening and
another restaurant. The sexual tension in the room was palpable.
The sound of the two voices drifted to him and stopped him in his tracks.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“You’re the one who kissed ME,” replied Rory

“Oh but that doesn’t cancel out the fact that there were two kisses now does
it?” asked Tristan with his arms folded and a small smile on his face, “and
you didn’t exactly stop me either time now did you. I’d say that you have
feelings for me,” he added baiting her.

“Yeah, feelings of homicide,” retorted Rory.

“Oh Rory, Rory. Do you really want to see me go before you get that third kiss?”

“More than words can say.”

“Oh the pain! The heartache! How shall I ever go on knowing that Rory
Gilmore wishes ill of me!” exclaimed Tristan dramatically.

“I think you’ll survive,” replied Rory, leaning back and crossing her arms.
Just then Rory looked up in the door way and just stared like a deer caught
in the headlights. * Did he just hear what we we’re talking about.* Tristan
saw her expression and turned around in confusion to see who was in the
room. When he saw who it was he leaned back into his chair crossing his
arms with a smirk. *Here it comes*

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Dean saw Tristan’s expression and decided that he wouldn’t be goaded into
blowing up at Rory so this punk could console her later. (yes my friends he
finally learned caution). He made a resolution to forget whatever they had
been talking about. He trusted Rory and since he had broken up with her she
had a right to see other people.

“Sorry about that Rory,” he said walking back in, acting like nothing was
different and brushing his lips against her cheek.

Rory just blinked at him for a second then recovered and answer brightly,
“No problem,”

“So Tristan’s here.” He said with a raised eyebrow, “find anything
interesting to talk about?”

“Oh you know a little of this a little of that. I just can’t seem to get
away from the little leech.” She replied toning the last few word loud
enough for him to hear. “Ouch Mary, that one hurt.” he quipped back.

“Her names Rory. You nimrod. You’d think that going to a private school all
your life you’d learn to memorize names,” exclaimed Dean turning around.

“Dean its fine. I’ve just learned to ignore him.”

“Good cause tonight is just ours.” He leaned in to kiss her. Rory opened her
eyes and saw that Tristan’s gaze was locked onto her face. He was in
torment. * Lord, I can’t stand this anymore. You’d think that after the kiss
we shared things would be different but no. Things will never change *

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

And so the evening continued, Dean and Rory left the restaurant and had a
wonderful time at the movie premier. Rory even managed to get Heath
Ledger’s autograph for Lane and for herself. All things considered it was
truly a magical night but she could still not shake-off the feeling that
something was just not quite right between her and Dean. The relationship
just was not the same. Things had changed and neither knew what to do about
it. Rory was also having another problem that night. She just couldn’t get
Tristan out of her head. She remembered their look full of electricity and
the look in his blue eyes was haunting her. She knew that their sparring was
just a cover-up but she had no idea as to what exactly they were trying to
hide form each other. The obvious just seemed too preposterous to even
consider. She in no way, shape or form liked that egotistical, arrogant,
conceited jerk. At least that’s what she told herself. She had to admit
however that seeing him with another girl tweaked one of her nerves and made
her, god forbid, jealous. How she loathed that feeling especially when she
felt it about someone she supposedly hated. She just decided to forget
anything had ever happened.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Tristan lay awake that night going over the date that had just happened a
few hours ago in his head. The girl that he went out with was not he one
keeping him from slumber. It was the one who showed up unexpectedly and
turned his world upside down. Hearing her silver laugh all night had been
driving him insane. He wanted to be the one who made her smile and laugh
like that. He especially wanted to be the one who pressed his lips to hers.
He looked back on the time she had met his eyes and the current that had
flowed between them. He knew she felt it to. He could see it in her eyes.
He just wondered how long she could go on without admitting it. He was
almost at his breaking point.