The Ski Trip
By Arwendle
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Spoiler warning: None
Rating: PG
Content warning: Maybe this should be a G there are a few times I used shit that's about it.
Pairing/character: Rory/Tristan
Summary: Chilton has a school ski trip. Be kind this is my first fic. Rory and Dean have broken up but Tristan and Rory haven't kissed.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Etc.
The Notice was limp in her hand Chilton annual ski trip attendance required.
"No I'm not going!" Rory stated firmly
"You have to it's Chilton tradition" said Paris who was standing beside her locker. "It's actually kind of fun."
"I think I'll pass."
"Actually you won't if you don't go. Note the notice where it says attendance required."
"Noooooo!" Groaned Rory "I can't even ski".
"You don't have to ski bring a book." Said Paris as she turned and walked down the hall.
Chilton
Getting on the busRory sighed as she walked up the stairs into the very plush first class bus. Paris wasn't on it because her family had flown up to Whistler on Friday evening and had stayed in their chateau all weekend.
She made her way to the back and sat down by the window. All the seats around her had bags on them but no one was sitting there at the moment. She quickly lost herself in her copy of Les Miserables and did not notice the people filing onto the bus. Soon all the seats on the bus were filled except for the one beside her which was occupied by a bag.
Mr. Medina was calling out the attendance. "Mr. Adams, "here"�.Miss Dawson "here", Mr DuGrey�"
"Here!" said Tristan as he ran onto the bus puffing. He made his way to the back of the bus. As he walked he looked for Rory. He'd wanted to sit near her but it appeared that she was not even on the bus.
Disappointed Tristan turned to sit in his seat.
"Hello Mary."
"No." Rory replied.
"Six hours of heaven." said Tristan.
"Hell's more like it." Said Rory as she completely turned away from Tristan and continued to read her book.
She waited for him to say something more anything. He didn't. She glanced at his reflection in the window. He wasn't even looking at her.
"Is something wrong?" She blurted out
"What?" Said Tristan looking up from his copy of Maxim magazine.
"Is something wrong with you? You seem awfully quiet."
"Can't you see I'm reading?" he replied.
She turned away again. She couldn't help herself she glanced up he was looking at her with a big grin. Bad move Rory thought here it comes.
"Well if you really want to talk Mary I guess I can alot some time, I mean we have approximately 5 hours and 57 minutes not including rest breaks."
Rory groaned.
2 Hours Later
After attempting for an hour and a half to continue her reading Rory had given up. She was presently staring out the window at the darkening countryside. Tristan had lapsed into silence and was now reading his magazine.
Tristan wasn't very interested in his magazine. He'd read it a thousand times and although the girls were not unattractive. They just didn't interest him today. He was actually using the magazine to hide the fact the he was staring at Rory Gilmore. She was stunning sitting there her hands on her cheeks and her elbows on the armrest staring out the window at the farms, gas stations and trees that flashed past. She of course as always was oblivious to his attention, as she shifted her focus from the window to the fact that she was sleepy. Tristan watched her eyelids flicker and close and her body curl up and settle into the cushions of her seat. When he was sure that she was asleep he pulled a blanket from under the seat and covered her in it. She purred slightly in her sleep and a smile danced across her lips. Tristan shifted into a more comfortable position and returned to his magazine, often he would glance up to look at her.
A While Later
Rory woke up feeling warm and cosy like a cat before a fire. Someone had put a blanket over her while she was sleeping. Slightly confused Rory looked around. Most of the people on the bus as far as she could tell were sleeping or reading. It was silent except for the whoosh of a passing car or the slight whisper of light snores. Rory checked her watch only two more hours to go. She turned to see that Tristan was looking at her.
"Well sleeping beauty is awake at last."
"Uh hi Tristan." she said sleepily, "thanks for the blanket."
"No problem" he said quickly. "Nice sleep?"
"Yeah!�Sooooo� how's your magazine?"
"It's really great" he said turning to a picture of a scantily clad woman . "She's really hot"
"Ugh! You are so Tristan!"
"Huh?"
"For a second there I thought you were an alien posing as Tristan, but again my hope has failed me. I will continue to wish that one day my prayers will be answered."
"Do you want to know what I think?"
"No!"
"I think that your jealous."
"Of�"
"Pamela Anderson!"
"Ah�OK, no. Sorry to disappoint you but my number one fantasy is not to fill my boobs with plastic and have Tristan Dugrey ogling me in the pages of �"
She turned to direct her point more firmly at Tristan when she noticed he was smirking at her.
"What's so funny?"
She glanced at her watch an hour and a half left. She groaned and put her head in her hands it was not going to be a fun trip.
Two Hours Later
Rory was lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling. The Hotel was very stylish and Rory thought expensive. It was a good thing that her grandparents had paid for the trip.
She was glad the bus ride was over. Tristan had tormented her non- stop. Dean would be mad. No Dean wouldn't care. Dean wasn't her boy friend anymore. Rory rolled over and tried not to think about it. Dumped for a cheerleader. That was what had happened. Dean had said�
No she wasn't going to think about it. Tomorrow she would learn how to snowboard. Not an experience she was particularly looking forward to. Maybe she would like it. Rory stared at the ceiling and it was the last thing she saw before going to sleep.
The Next Morning
"Rory? Rory are you up?"
"No"
Paris barged into the room. "You're going to be late for breakfast. Everyone must attend."
"Whatever" said Rory rolling over. "Hey what are you doing in my room?"
"My parents thought it would nice if I got social time out of this little field trip. Yah!"
"I thought it was going to be "fun""said Rory innocently.
After Breakfast
Rory was ready to go she'd had he lesson and she was taking a lift up what she thought to be the bunny hill. Unfortunately she was mistaken.
Rory peered over the edge of the run. It seemed pretty steep and long for a bunny hill. She started down it
"Ahhhhhh!" She screamed she was going a lot faster than she wanted to. She hit a rut and lost control. She flew head first into a bank of soft snow. She wasn't hurt but she had definitely had enough. She noticed that about 30 ft. down the run there was a warming hut. Rory unclipped her board and walked down to it.
She was not happy she had snow in her hair and down her back and even in her bra. It was cold and when it started to melt highly unpleasant.
The warming hut was simple. Inside there was a wood burning stove, a bench, and a beat -up old cushioned chair. On top of the stove was a big pot of hot chocolate and a couple of Styrofoam mugs. Perfect Rory thought. Reaching into her Jacket pocket she pulled out a copy of Great Expectations and began to read.
Tristan was having a considerably better time boarding than Rory had. He went searching for the fresh powder. He had a great morning carving down the mountainside out of bounds. At around 11: 30 he hiked back inbounds for lunch. Boarding down one of the easier runs he hit a jump and landed wrong twisting his ankle.
"Shit" he swore as he tried to get up.
One of the Ski Patrol assisted him to a nearby warming hut and went to get help.
Rory looked up as the door opened. No one had bothered her all morning and the first person had to be Tristan.
"Great" she said as he entered "just great."
She noticed that he was limping.
"Are you okay?" She asked. "Helping him into her chair what happened?"
"Reading again?" He grimaced ignoring her question.
"You need help!" she said.
"The ski patrol guy went to get help he said he'd be back in about an hour."
"Oh" said Rory who had now positioned herself on the bench allowing Tristan to sit in the chair with his foot up
"Do you want some hot chocolate?" she asked.
Meanwhile
Down in the village a major avalanche warning had been issued. All the lifts had been stopped so no one could go back up the mountain. There had been a high snow pack that year and the warm weather had made it unstable. It was ready to go at any moment. The patroller concerned with his other duties had forgotten the injured boarder on the mountain.
At 12:30 the avalanche came roaring down. Covering the ski runs and ripping outhouses off their foundations.
Inside the warming hut Tristan heard the rumbling and wondered allowed what it was. Just before the snow slammed into the warming hut. Rory ran shaking to Tristan and hid her head in his chest. She was terrified and so was he. When the rumbling stopped the fire had gone out and the hut was buried. Rory self consciously removed herself from Tristan's arms and began to cry.
End of part one