Okay guys, this is my first fan fiction so, wish me luck. I can't believe no one ever really did this before. Basically when Rose's mum punches her in training, she doesn't just get a black eyes-she forgets basically everything including her feelings for Dimitri, everything with Victor, spirit, everything other than being caught by the Guardians in Portland.

Hope you enjoy reading-Saphrenia

What in the hell was going on? I was in the med clinic. Someone shining a really annoying light in my eyes and I just wanted to punch them in the face for it.

"What's your name?" Okay, that's just ridiculous. How in the hell would I wind up here without them knowing my name?

"What?" I asked, squinting at the light.

"Your name" I recognised who I thought to be Dr. Olendzki peering over me. I vaguely remembered her from my time at the academy before Liss and I ran away.

"You know my name. It's only been two years, you can't have forgotten me in that amount of time."

"But I want you to tell me your name." Her voice quavered slightly as she spoke, almost as if she was afraid of what type of reaction her words might get.

"Rose. Rose Hathaway." I put as much of my haughty attitude into my words as I could manage.

"Do you know your birthday?"

"Duh! Of course I do. And why the hell am I in here?"

The Doctor sighed and let her head droop slightly. She turned swiftly out of the room, muttering something about "returning shortly". I sighed angrily and fell back against the pillows. Why was I here? I don't remember anything, nothing except Lissa and I being taken back to the academy. I don't remember how it happened. Okay. This is really starting to piss me off.

Vague bits and pieces came back, but not enough to remember much. Lissa, her cutting, I remember that. And something about Victor Dashkov, I couldn't remember what though.

Voices sounded in the hall, shocked and disbelieving. I recognised one as Alberta Petrov's. The head Guardian here at St Vlad's. But the two I didn't recognise were what shocked me the most. One was a woman's. She sounded almost desperate, like she didn't believe what the doctor was saying. The other was a man's. I didn't know him at all but he sounded desolate, under that thick Russian accent. It was masked, like he wanted so desperately to hide those feelings.

"How can she have lost her memory? I didn't hit her that hard. I . . . I didn't even mean to hit her." The woman had a ridiculous Scottish accent but what she was saying made me freeze. She hit me? She made me forget? What in the hell was going on here?

I leapt out of bed and pulled open the door with the strength I didn't know I had. They all jumped back in surprise, except the man. He had his head bowed down in silence, almost like he was mortified by the words that had just reached his ears.

"What do you mean I've lost my memory? I can remember taking Lissa away. I can-" I stopped, as soon as I tried to remember anything after that a strong headache picked up in the centre of my forehead. It was agonising.

"Rose, don't try to remember. You'll only hurt yourself." Dr. Olendzki's voice sounded over the pounding.

"Rose! Rose are you alright?" That was my mother, she was the woman with the weird Scottish accent. She was also the one that had hit me. On purpose. She hit me because-

I cried out from the pain and clutched my head. I fell to the ground on my knees, but the pounding wouldn't cease. It hurt. Oh God it hurt. Arms-big strong arms-wrapped around me, pulling me close to their owner. A sweet delectable scent filled my nostrils and I inhaled deeply.

God that smell. I loved his cologne, I loved it just as much as I loved-

The pain became too great and I screamed. Why would this not end? I was vaguely aware of being placed on a bed and soothing words-that made absolutely no sense to me-were being whispered in my ear. Only, one word did register with me, and I sure wished it hadn't.

Roza.

Just Roza. Nothing else. But it caused so much more pain than anything else had. I screamed again. It was filled with agony. Absolute, pure, undeniable agony.

I passed out.