A/N: This is my first story, so please be kind. I'm not yet sure how long this story will be, as it is my entry for a Fabina v.s Mabian competition. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: I do not own House of Anubis.

Nina's P.O.V

I was drinking coffee and sifting through my mail after my morning classes at UCLA, when something caught my eye. I opened the pink, sparkly envelope and read the scented paper:

Nina Martin, you are formally invited to a class of 2013 Anubis House reunion, taking place at the house from Monday July 5th to Friday July 9th. A plane ticket to Liverpool is enclosed for your convenience. Hope to see you there, Amber Millington.

Well now the pink scented paper makes sense, but how did she get my address? Never mind that, how are my friends going to react to seeing me again after my little disappearing act? Three years of being incognito is enough, I just hope they're not too upset with me. My former housemates are like family to me and I would do anything to protect them, even if means never seeing them again.

After going out for a jog and spending a few hours in the library, I headed to my afternoon classes. The term ends in two days, just in time for the reunion, so I have a lot of finals to study for. I major in journalism and minor in political science. Political science is interesting, but after writing the play my first year at Anubis House I decided I wanted to be a writer.

When I got to class I was greeted by a few acquaintances and returned the favor. I have a few friends, but I'm not as close with anyone here as I was in England. "Alright class, settle down." Announced Professor Andrews. She gave us a lecture about the rules of journalistic writing. The first rule is something Mara always used to say "Question everything, assume nothing." Though I'm a little nervous about seeing my friends again after three years with absolutely no contact, being reminded of Mara makes me even more excited for the reunion on Monday.

At the end of class Professor Andrews gave us an assignment. "As I will be seeing all of you next term, I expect a paper when you return. It will take the place of a final examination and will be on the topic of, let's say, friendship. You will need to interview at least five sources asking what friendship means to them. Class dismissed." With that, the class disperses. I think I know just the people to interview.

Those two days passed quickly, being busy with finals and all, and soon I was at Los Angeles International Airport with my carry-on. Before I knew it I heard the announcement: "Flight 428 to Liverpool now boarding", and prepared myself for the almost thirteen hour flight ahead of me.

I tried to sleep on the plane, but the kid behind me kept kicking my seat. Also, I started thinking about how tomorrow will be the first time in three years that I've talked to any of my true friends. Will they forgive me for ignoring them all this time? How have they all changed? Will Fabian hate me for breaking up with him through a letter? The one thing I'm not worried about though, is being in the same place as the Osirian. A few days ago I saw Sarah in a dream, and she said that now that our powers have been activated for a while it's safe to be near each other again. I'll have to explain that to Sibuna if Eddie hasn't already.

Sibuna. I've missed them more than anything. Sneaking up to the attic with Fabian, listening to Matchmaker Millington try to set us up, Alfie's alien conspiracies, and even Patricia's sarcasm. I miss the other members of the house too, but there's something about solving a deadly quest that brings people together.

I must have gotten some sleep because the next thing I knew we were landing at the Liverpool John Lennon Airport. Once we touched down I grabbed my bag and exited the plane with the other passengers. Since I didn't get much sleep on the plane and I could already start to feel the effects of jet lag, I picked up a small iced coffee at a nearby café. I guess I wasn't looking where I was going because I collided with someone, spilling the coffee all over them.

"Oh I'm so sorry; I wasn't watching where I was going. Here, let me help you." I said to the poor sap now covered in my drink.

In a British accent he replied, "It's alright, at least it wasn't hot coffee."

That voice was so familiar I froze clutching a handful of napkins. "Fabian?"

"Nina. Wow, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Yeah, I'm back for the reunion. I'm sorry about ignoring you all this time. After all, you're still my best friend."

"And you're mine. Best friend, I mean."

As I helped him clean up, we started talking and laughing about old times, and I felt a spark when our hands accidentally touched. I can't help but wonder if he felt it too. Eventually, the topic of our relationship came up.

"You know, Fabian, after three years I'm still not over you."

"Um, well, Nina I actually have a girlfriend."

At that moment a familiar voice said, "Hi, Nina."

"Mara." I replied.

Patricia, who was standing next to her, felt the need to say" Awkward."

I'll say.