My life has been too hectic to focus on my FanFics, and the idea for this is bound to become more popular later on down the road....Anyway, I'm going to focus on this one story, and maybe a Twilight one, too, but that's still up in the air. So, here it goes, a new slate for me, my first (going to be completed) Vampire Academy FanFic.

DISCLAIMER: Richelle Mead owns the rocking VA series and its awesome characters.

"Rose, you okay?" Lissa asked me for the umpteenth time, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I cleared the fogginess building up in my focus and took in my surroundings.

It was lunch. We were in the cafeteria. Christian was walking towards us, tray in hand; Lissa was chattering on about the upcoming school dance, which she had stressed that nobody outside of the school was allowed to come several times, I think.

I mentally kicked myself. I was not paying as much attention to my current situation as I should've. I was to busy worrying about Dimitri again. It took so much out of me to just go through the day for him. I so desperately wanted to be by his side in the Clinic right at this very moment, but there was no way in hell I could do that while trying to keep the fact that I had feelings for him under the radar.

All of this went through my head in the two seconds it took Christian to sit down next to Lissa and kiss her neck sweetly; it took all of my control not to vomit. Lissa repeated her question.

"Yeah, totally fine," I lied, poking at my salad.

"No you're not, Rose. What's up with you? You keep zoning out and being anti-social." Damn Christian. Ever since the massive Strigoi attack two weeks ago, he'd been more in tune with my feelings.

"I'm just..." I trailed off. What could be the harm in telling them almost everything about Dimitri and me?

Oh, yeah, that big huge thing called getting reassigned.

Christian looked at me, and proverbially waved his hand for me to continue. A half-lie wouldn't be so bad, would it?

"I'm just..." I sighed. "I'm just worried about Dimitri. He hasn't been getting better, and he should," I said quietly, avoiding Christian's regarding gaze. He grunted in response my response. I looked up quickly at Lissa. She looked like she was trying to figure out a complex math problem she didn't know the formula for. That shot down my self-control. I got up and put up my tray. I walked back to the table and grabbed my bag and jacket.

"I've gotta go study for a test," I said feebly, trying extremely hard not to shift feet. I walked away without waiting for their response. I could feel both of them staring at my back as I quickly left the cafeteria.

I had to go see him, even though I'd used up my visits for the week, something I had started with myself to keep myself sane. Two visits a week, one on Monday and one on Thursday. Too bad today was Friday. I still had most of the lunch hour left, so I was fine.

I stepped into the med clinic and quickly shut the door behind me, trying to keep the cold out. One of the nurses at the front desk just looked up and smiled at me, fully knowing who I was there to see.

Okay, so maybe this wasn't the first time I had broken my personal rule.

Sadly, it wasn't. It was the fifth, to be exact. Others thought I was just worried about the others I knew in here. To be honest, I saw them once, and that was when they were all doped up on drugs to keep them out of it. So, technically, in my book, it didn't count.

I was worried; Dimitri was naturally unconscious, and had been for the past 2 weeks. Dr. Olendzki told me not to worry.

"Sometimes, some people who've gone through such a traumatic experience, such as Dimitri has done, fall into a coma-like state for a while to allow the body heal naturally. The best we can do is wait," She had told me, the third time I was in there. I just shook my head, and stared down at my mentor.

I cringed at the memory as I picked my way around the hospital beds to the back of the med clinic. I paused in front of Dimitri's room (he got his own for being in his "coma-like state"), hand on the doorknob. I took a deep breath and steeled myself for him to be out of it. I turned the doorknob, and then surprise took over.

Dimitri was sitting up, muttering in Russian as the make-shift, black and white TV set refused to cooperate. I choked back a cry and closed the door behind me. His eyes immeadiately shot up and met mine, lighting up immensely.

"Roza," He said, like it was a relief to say it once again. Biting my lower lip, I dropped my bag next to his bed and hugged him. He let out a little groan when I hugged him just a little too hard, an then dropped into a chair that I had dragged over two weeks ago and labeled mine (no joke, I even put a sign on it).

He kept my hand in his, and I lost it. I cried. I cried probably more than I've ever cried in my life. More than Mason's funeral, and I got a nice little waterfall going after a while.

"Roza, Roza, it's okay," He murmured to me, and I dragged the chair closer with my feet. After a few minutes, I dried up and leaned against his arm. Comfortable silence followed, something I had missed since I couldn't stand being quiet with Christian - he made me feel like he was staring at me if I wasn't talking - and Lissa had this tendency to talk for hours. I really didn't hang out with anyone else besides Eddie, but he got out of the med clinic a day ago.

He broke the silence. "How have you been, Rose?" I sighed internally as I realized how much I missed the slight Russian accent.

"Worried sick about you, but other than that, fine," I admitted. There was something about Dimitri that made me sick to my stomach if I even thought about lying to him. I guess it started happening after my "I'm-seeing-ghosts" confession to Dr. Olendzki of people, and then Dimitri confronted me about it. He silently stroked my hair. At this point, we weren't really concerned with someone walking in on us.

"You shouldn't have been." His hand paused, and tightened for a second, then let go of my hair. The stroking continued.

"Too bad for you," I joked, smiling. I could feel his smile.

"What's been going on since the attack?" Dimitri inquired, his hand moving down to my neck to massage it.

"Nothing much. The Academy's waiting for more people to get out of here until they hold the group funeral. Everyone's been on edge, and Kirova's been doubling up security, even on the lower campus. Lissa's been more afraid that Christian has been traumatized or something from killing so many Strigoi, than if anybody she knew is dead or seriously injured. Otherwise, life's going on without you," I told him, sitting next to him on his bed. The hand moved to my back, fingers absent-mindedly running up and down as he contemplated what I shared.

"And you're eighteen," Dimitri recalled, staring off into space. I nodded, pleased hat he still remembered. It was the day after the major Strigoi attack, and he apparently realized the fact that it had been more than a day.

"So what's been up with you? I mean, I know you've been knocked out for two weeks, but people in that condition must dream or something..." I asked, trailing off at the end. His hand paused for a second at the mention of it being two weeks but only for a second. He let out a dark chuckle.

"Yes, I have been dreaming. Very few and short dreams, but I had them," He confided, his hand snaking to my shoulder to give me an awkward one-armed hug. "Most of them were about you and our future together. I had two, I think, of my family." His voice broke off at the end, and I slid down to throw my arm around him in an embrace.

"I'm sorry," I said quietly, laying my head on his chest.

"You don't have to be. It's my fault for not seeing them as much as my mother made me promise when I first came here to America."

"You promised your mom you would see her, even after you moved here?" I asked, totally curious.

"Yeah," Dimitri said casually. "Вы должны пообещать что вы будете навещать я и ваши сестры часто, Dimka, о'кей?" He shook his head as he spoke what I assumed to be what his mother said to him in Russian.

I lost myself in the blissful moment. It was perfect; not how I expected it to turn out, especially with the condition Dimitri was in, but it was definitely perfect in its own way. I twisted and stared up at the man that forbiddingly held my heart. He looked back down at me, and I would bet my life he was thinking about what had happened the night before the Attack.

He smiled and kissed my forehead sweetly. I sighed and wiggled up to put my head right above his shoulder. We lapsed back into silence. I felt like screaming with joy on the inside, ironically enough, but the perfect silence would work for me, too. His hand found its way back into my hair. The fingers twisted themselves delicately and rested against the back of my head.

Then I broke. I had told myself not until after I graduated, but the resistance was so easy to break down.

I leaned up and kissed him. He kissed back, just as eager as me, and the hand in my hair tightened to a hurt that I didn't seem to notice. In fact, I didn't notice anything. Which was why we didn't hear the door open. Somebody cleared their throat. I broke away and looked at the new visitor with utter horror. It was my mother.

"Rosemarie Hathaway, you have some major explaining to do."

If you're wondering, the Russian Dimitri recited earlier was "You have to promise me that you will visit me and your sister often, Dimitri, okay?" Thank you Google Translator!

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