Author's Note: I'm not at all sure if this will be any good or not, but the idea came into my mind and I just started writing. Don't get me wrong, I love Rosot and totally think he and Beka should get together, but I wanted to write this. Flames totally accepted (not that I could really stop you, but whatever). I don't believe that this is at all realistic, but who cares? It was kind of fun to write.

Summary: Rosto breaks Beka's heart, Tunstall leaves and travells across the world to find him and Goodwin and Tansy try to help Beka through her pain.

Sometime Before My Watch, the Third of the Month

I remember when I had told my Dogs about me and Rosto, Tunstall had said that if he (meaning Rosto) had ever hurt me, he would be sorry. I had assured him that that would never happen, but I was wrong. So wrong…

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I Suppose Before My Watch, Yesterday's Tomorrow

I should never have trusted the Rogue. I should have known better, especially after what happened to my Ma. I had thought Rosto was different. I had thought we could make it work. I thought wrong.

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After My Watch or Maybe Before… I Didn't Go

I'm not going to my watch. I wouldn't be useful, I'd just be a liability. I suppose someone will come looking for me. I suppose I'd best get up and lock the door. I suppose I shouldn't have been as stupid as to let him take my heart like that.

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Sometime Later…

As I had just finished my last entry, Tunstall and Goodwin had burst through the door. I supposed that it was either during or after my watch.

"Where were you?" Goodwin had questioned me, her voice hard. "Why didn't you come to your watch?"

I didn't say anything, just shook my head.

"Answer me," Goodwin ordered.

I couldn't. I couldn't admit I'd been as foolish as to think it could work out between us.

My Dogs had been so kind to me, I hated not being able to at least give them some kind of an excuse. All of my emotions (love, hate, betrayal, guilt, remorse, confusion, the list could go ever on…) had been welling up inside of me and I finally just broke. The tears finally ran freely down my cheeks and my body was wracked by heaving sobs.

I couldn't see my Dogs, but I imagined that they were both standing there awkwardly, wondering if I had gone insane. Contrary to my thoughts, I felt a comforting hand on my shoulder and heard Goodwin murmuring soothing words to help me calm down.

When I had finished blubbering, Tunstall asked me, "What is wrong, Beka?"

I couldn't give a full explanation; I could only say one word, "Rosto."

"Rosto?" Asked Tunstall, "What did he do? He'll be sorry for whatever it is."

Despite my retched mood, I had to smile at that; Tunstall was like an older brother sometimes.

I didn't want to say any more, the details were too painful, so I just left them to Goodwin's assumption, "He broke her heart."

"I'll break him," growled Tunstall as he stalked out the door.