Restriction

Yes, you can tell by the Re- beginning this is going to be a continuation from my other Re- beginning stories. This shall be a sequel to Regression, a trequel to Reconnection, and a quaquel (I have no clue what a fourth sequel would be called XD), to Recollection. I have had this idea in my head for a while now, and by a while, I mean many years. But, I never thought I could commit to it.

Let's hope I can finish it (I can't make any promises).

P.S: This story will continue off right where we left the last one.

Disclaimer: I am not affiliated with anything related to American Dragon or Disney. Just trying to write a story :)

Chapter 1: A look through

After a long day of fixing up the repairs Rose caused with her regression, it was only natural for the teenagers to be exhausted. By 10:30 they finished off putting in a new window in Jake's bed, and spackling the holes caused from plasma beams. From their efforts, the house was almost perfect from its previous slovenly look.

All their efforts came with a price. Roxanne groaned after spackling a hole near the front door. "Ugh, this house is going take FOREVER to fix up." Obviously, she did not mean to say it as rude as she did. But her sulking could only afford to put up one attitude.

"At least that's the last hole. Tomorrow morning we can stop by and paint over them," Rose reminded them that their job was not nearly over. The entire group let out a groan.

"But we are done for the day right?" Trixie begged for this to be true. There is only so much spackling a girl can do in a day. "Because I don't know how much I can take."

Jake did a quick look through their efforts. "I think so," From his unskilled inspection, the house looked great.

"Good," Little Haley Long rejoiced, dropping her spackling tool. "I'm tired of helping you guys, and I didn't even cause this mess!" As she said this, she dropped down onto the ground, dragoned down, and headed up the stairs.

The group gave a simultaneous round of laughter, but their laughter soon turned silent. Jake came around and grabbed their tools, and shoved them in the closet for future use. They dragged their torpid bodies covered in spackle and dirt into the front living room.

"Well, it's getting late. I better get home and rest," Spud stretched out his legs and arms as he headed to the front door.

"Yeah, me too, since apparently we are doing this exact same thing tomorrow." Trixie sighed, following close along Spud.

Roxanne proceeded next to the two, prepared to leave with them. But she looked back when she noticed her sister wasn't doing the same. "Rose, you comin'?"

She looked back at her sister, and then at Jake. "Uh, Rox how about you walk with Trixie and Spud. Jake will walk me home." Her gaze did not leave Jake as she answered her.

Roxanne pondered for a moment why she wanted to walk with Jake, but she was too lethargic to give much thought into it. If privacy was what she wanted, privacy is what she will get. With one last look of reassurance, Roxanne followed out with Trixie and Spud.

Jake suddenly started his worry, but remained sangfroid. "Can we talk for a second?" Rose looked down into his eyes.

"Sure," What Jakes only answer, though he was clueless to where it would lead.

Rose opened the front door, and let Jake out. The two leisurely walked down the sidewalk. "You know what's funny, it's been a while since we have just slowed down, and talk about things…"

"Yeah," Jake's anxiety started to show through. This conversation was not starting off in the right foot.

She recognized Jake's anxiety, and realized how this might of sound to him. "This afternoon, while we were fixing up your house, I kept thinking about the old days." When Jake did not respond, she continued. "Remember back in Hong Kong, down at Imperial Park? Seems so long ago doesn't it? When in reality, it was only what, a month ago?"

Seeing the direction the conversation was going, Jake could finally answer. "Yeah, remember when I almost got you killed." He reminded her, seeing a nostalgic view of that time spent in Hong Kong.

"No, I was thinking about beforehand, when you first came. It's hard for me to remember, but I do remember feeling so empty, meaningless." Jake looked over to Rose while she was reminiscing. He never actually heard her view on her second life before, and it was making him miserable to her it. "Then when I found you, everything was clear again. I'm so glad to have my old life and new life together."

Jake paused for a moment. There was one down point to her returning back here again, something he couldn't let her forget. "Don't say that." He sighed, and continued walking.

"What? Why?"

"Why?" Jake's voice suddenly had an edge to it. He pointed one finger to her dragon birthmark. "So I can cause things like that?" Even with a bandage wrapped around her birthmark, you could still see the stained red blood left from yesterday's accident.

Rose rolled her eyes, "Jake, it was just an accident."

However, Jake was not finished yet. "Or the burn marks left from the Huntsmaster back when he was alive? And have you forgotten this," Jake pulled Rose's shirt. Across her stomach, there laid three faint slash marks. The Dark Dragon, back in Hong Kong, bestowed these lesions.

"Jake—"

"I've done nothing but caused you pain, it would have been better for you just to stay back in your old life." Jake sulked, so far, this conversation did nothing but depress him.

This is not the way Rose wanted this to go, either, "Jake, listen. Stop blaming yourself for my scars. I wanted to thank you for what you've done, not to beat yourself up." Jake did not look up as she spoke. "It doesn't matter what we've done, or the mistakes we made in the past. All that's important is I'm here with you now."

Jake did not agree her words right now but decided to say "Your right," just to please Rose.

"And now, you can be apart of my family. No Huntsclan, no anything getting in the way."

The idea did sound pleasing. Jake would rather put Rose in danger, than give her up back to her old life. As selfish as that sounded, he believed it. "Okay."

They were already at Rose's house by the time they finished their conversation. Rose looked back at Jake, on the foot steeps of her front door. "You've given me so much Jake. I owe you for so much: destroying the Huntsclan, bringing me to my family, saving me countless times. I just, wanted to thank you."

Jake was going to tell Rose how much he owned Rose back, but his words dissolved from a kiss, a long, passionate one that lacked all the nervousness and anxiety of the past.

"Me and Roxs will stop by tomorrow? Okay?"

"Kay."

"Night Jake," Rose smiled, and entered through her house.

I actually wrote this, a year ago. :) I was thinking about this fourth installment all day today, and finally decided to upload it. I finished (basically) the novel I have been working on, and decided I need to stay active in writing, but when I don't have the need to work on my novel then I can update my fanfics!

I don't know if I will continue Wasted Desires, I don't remember where I was going with it anymore...even this one may be iffy...because I don't have a proper ending yet. I need to decide my villain, and whether it will be one single villain, or more...hmm...:P Maybe send me some suggestions on who should cause the mayhem this story. ^^

I will send the next chapter soon...decided if I should leave it the short version I wrote a year ago as well, or add what I wanted for the 3rd chapter...or add something else? I don't know...we'll see. PEACE ^^.

Comments and suggestions are appreciated =D.