A/N: It's my first Vanya/Diego story, and I hope people'd enjoy it and find it original... Please review, I'd really be grateful to those who do. I really appreciate constructive comments about my work... well, that's all at the moment. Oh, yeah. The title and chapter names are from the song When I'm With You by Faber Drive... check it out, it's really a pretty good song.

Saw you walk into the room, thought I'd try to talk to you

She had just finished the Stravinsky score, and she stared out at the gorgeous sunset through her window. This was her second day back from college. The first day, she had arrived quite late, and her siblings were all away, except from Klaus and Diego.

Diego. At the thought of him, her heart gave a little leap in her chest. She put down the violin, feeling so confused. Now that she was in her second year at college, she she had gone out with a few boys, but she wasn't comfortable with them. Besides, she wasn't too eager on dating. Was Diego the reason? She shook her head and put the violin down in its case, but she couldn't get Diego's half-smile at her as they greeted her when she arrived yesterday out of her mind.

The day had so far been uneventful, with her being called to her father's library to play some scores for him. She hadn't made a mistake, as she had in the past years, and he had said that maybe college was making her a little bit less than useless. She had thought she had turned numb to him those two years away at college, but she discovered that his sharp tongue could still hurt her.

She was roused from her reveries by a knock at her door. With a final sigh, Vanya opened the door to find Pogo laden with a tray.

"Pogo!" Vanya exclaimed happily. She had only talked to Pogo in the car, after which he had gone off on chores around the house. Pogo laid the tray carefully on her bed, and they hugged.

"How are you, Vanya?" Pogo asked, looking into Vanya's face. She had seemed happy the day before, but it seemed as if even one day with Sir Charles Hargreeves was enough to dampen her spirits.

"I missed you, Pogo..." Vanya said. Pogo looked carefully into her face. He remembered the incident the day she left for college last year, when Diego had given her a little package, on the pretense that Vanya had dropped it. Apparently Vanya had remembered it too, and Pogo prompted her gently, "And is there someone else?"

Vanya bit her lip. "Yes... Diego." Saying the words out loud made her feel a little free, now that the secret wasn't hers alone to bear. "I think I like him, Pogo," she confided in the monkey.

Pogo studied her face. Vanya wasn't beautiful, like Allison, but there was something in the sad eyes, the previously long hair cut short to her shoulders, revealing her face. Yes, Vanya was pretty, and Pogo was sure Diego thought so, judging from the rare smile Diego had given her yesterday.

"Does he know?" Pogo glanced at her, then uncovered the tray.

"Of course not! I wouldn't ever tell him, Pogo," Vanya said resolutely. The very idea made her blush.

"Here, eat your dinner." Pogo gestured towards the tray, and Vanya smiled at him gratefully for not pushing the subject. She ate the tasteless meat, and gulped water down, finishing it quickly.

"Now, I have to go serve the others their dinner," Pogo said, gathering up the contents of the tray deftly. "But I hope your Christmas here will be happy, Vanya," he said, smiling at her.

"Thank you, Pogo," Vanya said, kneeling down to hug him again.

As she closed the door behind him, she glanced at her violin case, but didn't feel like taking it out again. Thank goodness Father hadn't been in the mood to interview her about college and what she had learned there.

She fell into a light sleep, but was woken up by a slight noise at her window.

She sat up bolt upright at the sound and glanced warily around, and saw a dark shape crouching on her sill. She almost screamed out, but clamped her mouth shut and walked to the window. The moon was full, and it threw sufficient light on the person outside her window. The moonlight leeched the blond from his hair, but Vanya was sure it was Diego. With trembling fingers, she undid the clasp on the window, and Diego, who had been leaning heavily on it, fell against her. She gasped at his weight, but managed to drag him over to her bed, and laid him down on it.

She gazed at him breathing heavily, and was horror-struck at the sight of his wounds, numerous cuts on his arms and a gash at his side. Legs trembling, she ran to the adjoining bathroom, wet a towel, and ran to Diego with it. She pressed the towel to the minor cuts on his arms, trying not to look at the wound on his side.

"Vanya?" Diego opened his eyes a bit and gazed at her. "I thought it was my room," he said weakly, wincing as she dabbed a a particularly deep cut on his chest.

"Yeah?" she replied, trying to still the tremble in her voice. God, she was just dabbing at his wounds and she couldn't keep from blushing. Good thing the moonlight didn't show her face clearly.

"What did you run into, anyway?" she asked, trying not to look in his face.

"I don't know," he said, his voice getting a little clearer this time.

"What?" Vanya made the mistake of looking at his face and immediately looked away again at the sight of his blond hair, his eyes. "I'm just going to get a basin, okay?" she said, rising from her kneeling position beside the bed.

She filled a basin with cold water, then knelt at her position beside the bed again. "Okay with you if I clean this?" she inquired, indicating his side.

"It'd be too much trouble for you, I can do this-" he said, trying to sit up, but ended up gasping and clutching at his wound. Vanya raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay."

There was a few minutes of awkward silence as Vanya just silently cleaned his wounds, thinking of nothing to say, and Diego just lying there thinking how much she'd grown up since he'd last seen her.

"So, uh, how's college?" he asked, opening his eyes.

"It's okay," she said, wringing the towel and winced at the blood still trickling out of his wound. "I was asked out a couple of times by this boy, but his name reminded me too much of Doctor Terminal." She laughed softly.

Diego almost sat bolt upright in the bed, then caught himself. "What did you say?" he asked, gasping at the pain in his side.

"Uh, his name reminded me of Doctor Terminal's?" Vanya winced as he gasped, pressing the towel a bit more firmly to his side to stanch the blood.

"No, a boy asked you out?" he growled.

Vanya colored. "Yeah, just because I'm not as pretty as Allison doesn't mean I can't get asked out by boys!" she said in an angry whisper. She wrung the towel with an angry motion.

Diego winced. "I didn't mean it like that Vanya, I just-"

"What?"

They both fell silent.

"You should get back to your room," Vanya said, abruptly breaking the silence. "I hope I helped with the wounds," she added, glancing at the blood-spotted towel.

"Yeah, thanks." He got up with one fluid motion, noting that the blood had stopped coming. He could handle this now. He crossed the room, and turned the knob. He hesitated for a moment.

"Vanya, I'm... glad that I went into the wrong room," he said, and stepped through the door.

She gazed after the now-closed door.

"I'm glad, too," she said, feeling hopelessly confused that someone could make her feel bad and then happy at the same time like this.

And realized that Diego hadn't told her what he had encountered.