Hey guys, this is my FIRST fanfic ever, and I would love it if you read it through and reviewed and just enjoy.

I made this fanfic based on Sydrian (My biggest OTP), and I'm basing myself on the first chapters merely off Richelle's version since the appearance of Sydney at Court in Last Sacrifice, but as the story develops, I will be adding and subtracting things from the actual story so it matches my made-up version. It may not follow the exact same storyline of the Bloodlines series of Richelle, but instead have a new twist, I'm still working on it. I hope you enjoy. :)

I want to thank my Beta, CherrySlushLover, for helping me with this fanfic! Thank you so much! :3

THE MAIN CHARACTERS, STORYLINE, VAMPIRE ACADEMY AND BLOODLINES ALL BELONG TO RICHELLE MEAD. SOME OF THE CHARACTERS, THEMES AND EVENTS THAT HAPPEN IN THIS STORY MIGHT BE BASED ON RICHELLE'S STORY, OTHERS WON'T, BUT THEY STILL BELONG TO ME.

SYDNEY'S POV

I was being dragged to Court, much to my dismay, by Stanton and Ian, so I could tell my version of what happened with Rose and Dimitri in Detroit. I felt like a prisoner, under the eye of the storm; I was being accused of helping Rose escape from their vampire laws and beliefs. Of course, I knew Rose wasn't guilty at all and that she didn't murder the Moroi Queen Tatiana, but I had to make both the Alchemists and Guardians believe that I didn't have anything to do with it and that I was selfishly looking for all the credit and praise of the Alchemists if Rose was guilty. I had to stick to a made-up version of what happened, and I quickly made up a story in my head that could save my skin for a bit longer.

We fearfully entered a closed room where several guardians and three Moroi were sitting. All of them were staring at us; I felt uncomfortable as Ian, Stanton and I were being regarded as the weird ones in here. The Moroi were looking at us with curiosity written all over their faces—a blonde, female Moroi, whom I thought I recognised, a guy about my age, black-haired with icy blue eyes, and a very handsome Moroi who was a bit older than me, called Adrian, if I recalled correctly. Everyone looked at me then at Stanton and Ian. I could see only Adrian continue to look at me. I turned my gaze away from him and heard them all talking, but I wasn't listening. I was called back to reality as the head guardian, Hans, asked me a few questions.

"Do you know these three?" He gestured to where three Moroi were sitting. I recognized Lissa Dragomir, Rose's best friend, and Adrian Ivashkov from the Vegas tape, but I didn't know the other Moroi. I shook my head.

"Ever communicated with them?" he said.

"No." I answered, but Hans didn't look convinced; I didn't back down though.

"Then how did you get involved with Hathaway?" asked Hans.

I studied him, as he studied me back, looking for any sign that might give me away, but I prayed that I didn't. I had so many things on my mind, being surrounded by the Moroi society, the consequences of what I've done and how the Alchemists would react to it, and of course, the real reason why I got involved, Ibrahim Mazur. I could easily say anything about how he influenced the Moroi society and he could do the same thing with the Alchemists, meaning that he could blackmail me. So, I took a deep breath and swallowed, putting on my most professional look.

"I met Rose in Siberia."

"Yes, yes," said Hans, "But how did you end up helping her escape here?"

"I had nothing to do with her escaping this place!" I said, controlling my need to scream at Hans. "She contacted me a few days ago and asked for help to get to a house near Detroit. She claimed she was innocent and that this would help prove it."

"The Alchemists knew by then she was a fugitive," pointed out Hans. He had a point, we already knew she was escaping from Court, yet I could use the excuse of believing that it was the correct thing to do. Hans continued, "Everyone had orders to look out for her. You could have turned her in."

"When I first met Rose, she didn't seem like the murdering type—I mean, aside from killing Strigoi. Which isn't murder at all, really. So when she said she was innocent and could prove it, I decided to help her. I gave her a ride."

"We already asked her about this," added Stanton annoyingly, "and we already told you that we had questioned her. What she did was foolish—a naive lapse in judgement. It's something for us to deal with, not you." I didn't like how that sounded, but I didn't give anything away. "You worry about your murdering fiend."

"Who were the people with her?" asked Hans, ignoring Stanton.

I had to watch that I didn't give anything away, so, faking disgust, I said, "One was that guy... Dimitri Belikov. The one that you think is 'cured'. I don't know who the others were. There were two guys and a woman. They never introduced us."

To everyone's surprise, Lissa spoke, breaking the silence, as she asked me, "What was in Detroit? How was Rose going to clear herself? What about Jill?"

I looked from Lissa to Hans, who was frowning because of the interruption, but he also held curiosity in his eyes, obviously expecting someone to tell the truth. I held my professional façade, careful not to let anything slip.

"I have no idea. That Jill girl didn't seem to know either. Rose just said we had to go to get her, so I helped her."

"Blindly?" asked Hans. "You really expect me to believe that you just trusted her like that?"

"She's my—" Oh no, I was about to say she was my friend, and almost slipped. I bit my lip, and continued as if nothing happened, and pulled my professional facade back on. "There was something believable about her, and I figured it'd be a waste of resources if the Alchemists had been helping you hunt the wrong murderer. If I decided she was guilty, I could always turn her in." I was rambling by now, but I hoped this made some sense to them; maybe I wouldn't be badly punished if I also added some pride and ambition to the situation. "And I thought... I thought if I was the one who solved this, I'd get the credit and a promotion."

"I don't believe any of you." said Hans, as he shook his head; he looked as if he could see right through my lies.

Ian took a step forward and added, "If she says that's the way it happened, then that's the way it happened."

Lissa's eyes went wide as she saw him and then gazed back at me, but I didn't know why.

"Easy, Ian," said Stanton, still keeping her eyes on Hans. "It doesn't matter if you believe her or not. The point remains: Miss Sage answered your questions. We're finished."

"Do Jill's parents know anything?" asked Lissa. I turned to Lissa, and saw her worried face. I wish I could tell her everything I knew about Rose and her mission, but I would compromise everything that I'd said until now.

"No," I said, "We just went there, and Rose said Jill had to come with her. The Mastrano's don't know why. And then— and then Rose did take her. Or Jill went with her. I'm not sure what happened. It all turned to chaos."

"There," said Stanton. "This is exactly what we told you before. We need to leave now." She turned toward the door, but Guardians blocked the way.

"Impossible," said Hans. "This is serious matter, and Miss Sage is the only link we have to a murder—a royal murder. And a kidnapping."

"She doesn't seem to be of much more use to you. But don't worry—we'll be holding her. Contact us if you have more questions." said Stanton.

"Unacceptable," said Hans. "She stays here."

Again, I blanked out—all I wanted was to get out of here as quick as possible. Suddenly, I saw Lissa moving towards Ian and me.

Lissa murmured something, but I couldn't exactly tell what it was, and apparently from our blank looks, she could tell we hadn't heard. She looked around anxiously, as if she didn't want to attract attention, and spoke clearer now, "You know him—the guy in the picture."

Ian looked surprised; I could tell he was shocked by the way she had caught him unguarded.

"Ian," I said softly, "What is it?" I wasn't used to pleading, but I'm sure that's how it must have sounded, because he looked as if he was going to answer before I become the centre of attention again.

Apparently, Stanton and Hans had reached an agreement. There was a small town less than forty-five minutes away from Court, and we would stay there—with several guardians on hand. This didn't sound good. Were we going to be guarded so we didn't leave the city?

Hans asked a few more questions to the Moroi and finally let us go, but not without sending some Guardians to escort us. As we approached the exit, I saw Abe, and he saw me, and I stiffened, hoping nobody saw it. The Moroi and the Alchemists parted ways; we headed to a black SUV with tinted windows and got driven to the city.

Once we got there, we were immediately put under house-arrest in a hotel. By the look Abe gave me, I could tell he was upset—he was going to demand the real answers from me, and I was afraid of what he would do if I didn't tell him.

A couple of days passed by; I had already lost track of how many times Hans has called to see if I 'remembered' anything else. I was sitting in my bed, reading a book—it was already past midnight, but I couldn't sleep. I heard people talking outside of my door, and suddenly two guardians entered.

"Well, what is it now?" I asked as I sighed.

The female guardian removed the bracelet she had, and suddenly Rose Hathaway stood in my room, taking the place of the other female guardian.

"I should have guessed. Are you here to free me?" I asked.

"Um, not exactly. We need to talk to Ian, and it's probably best if you're there. He knows something important. Something we need." said Rose.

I raised my eyebrow, giving her a doubtful look and pointed to the door. "They won't let us talk to each other."

"They aren't out there."

I shook my head and said, "Rose, you really do scare me sometimes. Just not for the reasons I originally thought you would. Come on, he's next door, but you'll have a hard time getting him to talk."

"That's where you'll help," Rose said as we exited my room, and she slipped on the bracelet again. "He's totally into you. He'll help if you ask."

"What! He does not-" I shut up as we entered Ian's room. He was watching TV but jumped up when he saw us. "Sydney! Are you okay?"

Rose stared at me with a look that said 'I told you so.' I could only stare back at her weakly. I turned my attention back to Ian. "They need your help with something. Some information."I listened to their argument, as Ian said he didn't recognize the man in the picture regardless of Rose's accusations, but I knew it was a lie, I saw him react to it. "I actually saw that too." I admitted to Ian.

He kept from answering the question, until Rose gave me a meaningful look; I knew what I had to do. I had to convince Ian to give them the information. Using my womanly charms was wrong and I felt dirty doing so, but I had to help Rose prove her innocence.

Finally, Ian answered all of Rose's questions, and she seemed satisfied, as if she knew exactly who Ian was talking. Ian and I were not happy at all by the fact that we were still going to have to stay here at this hotel until the guardians released us. I prayed to God that Rose would be able to solve this mystery, so that we could get released and head back home. I felt uneasy at what would happen to me. Honestly, I wasn't afraid of what they might do, but what the Alchemists would do once I went back to them.

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