The Plan: Fate
Author: snoflaik
snoflaik16@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: I own nothing. . .  the nice and lovely and incredibly talented 
producers and creators of Gilmore Girls do. . .  so please don’t sue.

AN- well here you go guys finally an update. Sorry it took so long but Rome 
wasn’t built in a day ya know!

snoflaik:)~

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

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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.

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

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And so the little lovebirds were on their way to Hartford but little did 
they know that fate [and trorie authors]always has a way of interfering with 
your most carefully laid plans.

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DING DONG
“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 
ticket.”
“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.

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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.”

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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. *

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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 
blaze.
*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.
“Ditto.”

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. *

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“Tristan?”
“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. *

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End of Part 5
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The Plan: Dinner Conversation
Author: snoflaik
Disclaimer: I own nothing the lovely producers and incredibly talented 
writers and creators of Gilmore Girls do. . .i don’t have any money which 
you can sue for anyway!

A.N.:  YAY!! Another update. YAY!! Okay I think That’s enough of that.  By 
the way constructive criticism is always welcome. And now on to part 6. . .

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RING
“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.

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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,” countered 
Tristan.
“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.

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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.

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“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*

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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 *

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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.

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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.

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of Part 6

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Well there you go. . . and for all of you who hate stories that are "title 
here" (/?).. . I promise to finish it up in two more parts.
Oh and by the way for all new members or those who dont like keeping stories 
on you email account. . . you can find "The Plan" Parts 1-6 at 
www.fanfiction.net
thanx!
snoflaik :)~