Disclaimer: I don't own House of Anubis, okay?

So I didn't really like my other story, and I thought I could do better. My friend had Paparazzi on repeat and well, this happened.

Fabian walked past the general store, pausing briefly to look at the magazines on the rack. He sighed as he saw his face splattered over half of them, some of them with him posing with his girlfriend. He smiled slightly as he saw the pictures of Nina, who looked at beautiful as she did five years ago, when they were in a small-town boarding school. He continued on, stopping at the castle, where she was filming a battle scene. He grinned, he loved watching her act.

"Cut!" the director yelled. Nina laughed breathlessly, running to Fabian.

"Only one more day, then we're done!" she squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. He laughed, entwining his arms around her waist.

"I'm looking forward to it." He pressed his lips to her head, she moved closer.

"C'mon, let's go meet the others," she murmured. He took her hand, and they walked off, chatting avidly.

They stopped at the café, seeing their friends at a booth. They slid in, and joined in with the endless chatter.

Before they knew it, it was almost dinner, and they needed to get going.

"Do you guys want to meet every week?" Amber asked, a big smile on her face. Fabian smiled back warmly, pulling Nina close to him.

"Of course," they both said simultaneously. Everyone laughed, agreeing.

They walked back in silence, happy in each other's company.

"What are you thinking about?" Fabian asked. He liked asking that question at completely random times, just to make her smile. Nina sighed quietly. "What's wrong?" he hugged her closer.

"Just… thinking about what happened last time we saw Joy," she bit her lip. Fabian froze, tightening his arms around her.

"That won't happen again," he hissed through gritted teeth. They stopped at their house, walking through the doorway. Fabian thought about that night, the night that Joy had struck.

It was a dark night in London. It had rained, the rain was still dripping down from the houses. He remembered he was walking down the street, coming home from the recording studio. He had been irritated, the bassist had messed up several times and the drummer ended up spilling his coffee all over the equipment. He ran a hand through his hair, attempting to calm himself. He reached the house, and somehow it felt different. Nina was always home when he got home from the studio, yet there was no music playing, or movies, or anything. He crept into the house, looking for her.

"Nina?" he called.

No answer.

She's probably just running late, he thought nervously. He snuck outside, where he liked to think.

Except thinking was not the most ideal thing to do right now.

Joy was on top of Nina, a knife in hand. Fabian didn't think at all as he lunged at Joy, snatching the knife out of her hand, and shoving her down to the ground.

"How dare you!" he had hissed, venom creeping into his voice. Joy's eyes widened, and she squirmed under his strong grasp.

Suddenly, he heard sirens in the distance, and let go of her. He ran to the cars, showing them where Joy was. Joy stood up, dazed. The men cuffed her hands, bringing her to the cars. Fabian felt a small hand on his shoulder, and he took it, spinning around.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered. Nina simply looked up at him, and a faint smile crossed her lips.

"You wouldn't have killed her." The words were so simple, yet Fabian could sense the sincerity behind them.

"I would have, if she killed you." His voice was hoarse, rough from the emotion behind it.

"I rather you didn't," Nina had said defiantly. He stopped, and sighed.

"I probably wouldn't kill her even if she killed you." Nina raised her hand and stroked his cheek.

"There's my Fabian. Come on." Fabian stopped, feeling a harsh scratch on her arm.

"Did she do this?" he asked, feeling the scratch, and seeing a faint line across her neck. Nina just went into the kitchen, ignoring him.

They sat in the living room, laying in each other's arms as they watched TV. Nina turned to Fabian, pressing light kisses on his jaw. He smiled lazily, tracing circles on her back.

"Breaking news!" the TV blared, "Joy Mercer, imprisoned for attempted murder, has broken out of the jail she had been incarcerated in." Fabian and Nina froze, exchanging looks.

That was not good.

Definitely not good.

I'm sorry it's short. =/ I'll try make future chapters longer, though. =)