Hey guys so this idea just popped into my head and I thought I'd make a story with it.

It's going to be from Dimitri's Point of view throughout.

I'm going to update hopefully every weekend.

If you guys want me to continue this than leave a follow and a comment.

Read and enjoy!

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Dimitri POV:

Roza held my hand, as we gazed at the glittering lights beyond the hill we sat upon.

This had been my favorite place to sit in my childhood, being able to see all of Baia from a single place. And now I was able to share it with Rose, it made it that much better.

I looked across at the woman I loved to see her awe struck face as she took in the view.

"It's so beautiful..." She mumbled softly. And she was beautiful.

Her long brown hair, big chocolate eyes, flawless tan skin, perfect pink lips...

And those lips, I loved to kiss those lips...

"Yes, Roza... Beautiful."

She turned towards me to see me already staring. A smile graced her face, and she kissed me.

"I love you, Comrade." She whispered.

"I love you too, Roza."

There was nothing that could ruin this moment...

Except my damned phone.

Roza pouted, and I sighed and answered.

"DIMKA! It's so late, you and Roza should head back. Strigoi are going to come out soon."

My mother's frantic voice, told me that this evening was indeed over.

"Alright, we're heading back."

I ended the call, stood up and pulled Roza with me.

We walked quietly down the road, back to Baia.

But a twig snapped behind us, and we spun around in a fighting stance, our once hidden stakes now resting firmly in our grip.

I expected a Strigoi, not a psychopathic moroi.

Robert Doru stood before us, with a ball of shimmering white light floating in his hands.

"Robert! What the hell are you doing?!" Rose yelled.

A dark look spread across his face, "It's not what I'm doing. It's what your doing, the both of you will change history!" He growled.

"Robert, you're not making sense. Just get rid of the ball of spirit in your hands and we'll talk this out." I tried to keep my voice level and calm.

"Talk it out? Talk it out?!" He gave a terrible laugh.

"Have fun, try not to change to much." He shouted before shooting the ball of energy toward us. It slammed into us with the force of a hurricane.

My eyes closed, and I immediately attempted to pull Rose close and shield her from the blow.

But it was too much.

The world blurred and Rose screamed, and I screamed, and our hair blew wildly behind us.

It took a second for me to realize there was no ground beneath our feet.

We landed with a thud.

Slowly I opened my eyes, to see Roza do the same.

We were behind a tree, but could see exactly where we were, and hear and observe, the scene in front of us. We were in Portland.

And a block away was Rose and Lissa's apartment, the last apartment they owned on the run.

And a few feet away from there, stood a circle of guardians, but in the centre...

In the centre of that circle stood Lissa Dragomir and Rose Hathaway.

There was another figure there I couldn't quite see, but I began to look back and forth between the Roza in my arms and the Roza in the circle. "My name is Dimitri Belikov, I've come to take you back to 's Academy Princess." That was my voice, but I hadn't uttered those words. The figure I couldn't see swept a graceful bow to the princess, and then stood.

I could his face clearly now.

He was me.

Rose was Roza.

And this was the night we met in Portland over a year ago.

Rose realized this at the same time I did.

Robert had sent us back in time, and from what I knew about time travel at least from books was that if we so much as move a pen, we could potentially change everyone's lives.

Some way, some how, we would have to stay hidden until we find a way back to our time.

Because now there was two of us.

They began to walk on the academy's plane and we stealthy hid in the bathroom of the plane.

"Dimitri what are we supposed to do?" Rose whispered.

"I don't know, Roza. We'll figure it out, but whatever we do we can't change anything. We can't stop Spokane, we can't stop Victor Dashkov, we can't stop my turning, we can't stop the school attack, and we can't stop Tatiana's murder. Everything we did before has to stay the same. No matter how many lives were lost."

Rose seemed to understand, "alright, no changes..."

"How are we going to get back?" I took a deep breath...

"We need to find a spirit user."

She thought about it for a moment before suggesting Lissa.

"No, because than younger you would see it through the bond."

Rose sighed. I pulled her close to me, kissing her head.

"We'll figure this out, Roza. We always do."