A/N: And I'm back! With a sequel and everything. Some of you lovely people expressed quite an interest in me continuing, so here I am. Also, I wanted the first story to be more of a fluffy one, which is why the bomber never really was mentioned, but that will be covered in this one, along with the two of our favorite girls dealing with a public relationship.

As always, reviews are golden!

And I still own nothing.

"Hey, I'm back!" I yelled into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind me. However, there was no response, which confused me. Vriska usually acknowledged my entrance in some way. In fact, I had learned, Vriska was actually a very affectionate person, so she enjoyed greeting me at the door with a peck on the lips, or by grabbing my hand and dragging me to the couch. "Vriska!"

Still receiving no response I made my way into the kitchen to see Vriska sitting at the table, clutching a letter in her hands, her face completely blank. Worried, I made my way over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to see what she was clutching. Finally becoming aware of my presence, Vriska folded the paper and looked up at me with a smile, which I could obviously tell was forced.

"Hi Kan. How was school?"

"Oh no. You are not going to change the subject on me." I grabbed a chair and dragged it closer so that I could sit right next to her. "What's going on?"

She sighed deeply, recognizing my tone. I wasn't going to let her get out of this one. "They found the bomber. Sorry I didn't want to greet you with that." She scoffed, handing me the letter. It was a court summons, claiming that they had the suspected bomber in custody, and that all that was left was the trial itself.

"Why wouldn't you want to greet me with that? That's great news! The psycho that hurt you is finally going to get what he deserves." I smiled, grabbing her hands.

"She."

"Excuse me?" Her comment, and lack of enthusiasm threw me off.

"The bomber is a she. Look at the letter." She motioned to the paper with mechanical movements. My eyes scanned the paper quickly, picking out the name of the suspect.

"Aradia Megido. Do you know her?" I asked, trying to make some form of eye contact.

"Yeah. We were kind of friends. She used to work at the bar I worked at. But she got fired for… issues."

"What kind of issues?" I prompted.

Vriska took a deep breath before continuing, giving me a clear look at her face, which displayed a pained expression.

"Mental ones. And it's kind of my fault." Her head fell into her hands.

"Vriska, if she had real mental problems then it couldn't have been your fault." I tried to comfort her, placing a hand on her back.

"No, it was. She was coping with the issues, but I messed up, and she stopped trying to cope. How was I supposed to know just how far off the deep end she would go?" She groaned.

"Alright, I'm confused. Why don't you explain, from the beginning. I think that would help."

"Fine. Well, Aradia was already working at the bar when I got my job. She seemed nice enough, would even crack a terrible joke every now and then. But something always seemed a bit off with her. I asked around, and no one really knew exactly what it was, but they told me that she had been going to therapy since she was 12. It didn't bug me or anything, I tried to act the same around her, and we became sort of friends. But there was a small problem."

"What?" I asked, my curiosity fully peaked now.

"I guess she had started getting a crush on me. But the only girl I ever had a crush on was you, and I figured that was a one-time thing." She grinned and chuckled a bit. "I tried to ignore it, but she was getting really clingy and obvious. So I told her to leave me alone, that I didn't want anything to do with her that way. Of course, thinking back, it was probably much more forceful and bitchy. I guess she had it in her head that I reciprocated the feelings, so when I told her that she freaked out on me. She yelled and cried, but all I did was turn around and walk away. I feel bad now, looking back, but it was what came naturally to me. After that she didn't show up at work anymore, no one knew what happened to her. Now I guess we do." She finished, somber once more.

"Vriska, it's still not your fault. How were you supposed to know that she'd go unstable because of a rejection?" I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and gave them a squeeze.

"Kan, she was in a mental hospital." She whispered.

"What?"

"I called the number on the letter, asked where they found her, and how they knew it was her. They told me that she had escaped a mental hospital, and had been missing for three months. Three months to the day that the bomb went off. That day she calmly walked herself back into the mental hospital, told them that her work outside was done, and accepted treatment happily."

"Do you know what she was checked into the hospital with?" I couldn't help the nosiness on that point.

"Severe schizophrenia. Or at least it was severe after her breakdown." She answered.

"Oh god…" I murmured.

"You're the psychology nerd. Is stuff like this common for Schizophrenics? Or did this happen because I was a moron. An extremely bitchy moron." She asked, almost pleaded.

"Well, I'm assuming you know that Schizophrenics often experience hallucinations." She nodded. "If a voice suggested that she hurt you, and told her enough to convince her, then that would explain it. Also, she could have irregular emotional responses. If she doesn't know what's 'normal' to feel, how's she supposed to know that hurting someone isn't 'normal'? Also, delusions are common, so she could have truly believed that you reciprocated the feelings, and when you rejected her, she could have thought that you did an emotional 180 on her." I reasoned, trying to lift some guilt off of Vriska.

"So I did cause this, in some way…"

"It sounds like it was only a matter of time until she broke. Anyone could have set her off."

"And the bad luck continues to haunt me." She groaned, but seemed to feel a little better.

"Riiiight… So when's the court date?" I asked.

"December 12. Four weeks from now."

"Fuck…" The curse slipped out before I could stop it.

"Fussyfangs! Did you just cuss?" She poked my arm.

"Yes. That's right in the middle of exam week. I can't just skip out on exams!" I groaned.

"Hey, it's fine. It's only a day. It sounds like it's just a formality. She already confessed… somewhat. She just had to do it again, in front of a jury. If you'll let me borrow your car, I'll be there and back before you know it." She assured me.

"I should be there for you when you need me."

"Well, I won't need you at that exact moment. I may need you when I get back, so be there for me then, alright?"

"So now I get to worry about you and exams at the same time. Great…" I grumbled.

"Oh, I'm sure I can help relieve some of that stress." She purred into my ear.

"Vriska!" A blush flew over my face.

"That's the Fussyfangs I know and love! Now come on, dinner's calling!" She laughed, standing up.

"You suck…"

"And you love me for it!" She called over her shoulder with a laugh.

"I hate Thursdays…" I grumbled as I rested my chin on the counter I was currently seated at.

"And what did Thursdays ever do to you?" Dave asked me with a smirk.

"Don't start with me Strider. And why are you wearing sunglasses inside? It looks like you're hung-over."

"I am hung-over. Now answer the question." He answered simply.

"I have a eight a.m. lab, then class until three-thirty, and now I'm here, working until ten. Answer the question yourself."

"Sucks to be you." He laughed.

"Shouldn't you be in the music section?" I half-growled.

"Fine. Fine. Be grumpy." He threw up his hands in surrender, heading back his section.

"Kan, you seem really irritated today." I looked over to see John walking towards me. "Anything you wanna talk about? And don't tell me to go back to my section. I have worked here longer than you."

I sighed, feeling a little guilty for snapping at Dave now. "I guess I am. You remember Vriska?"

"Your friend, the one that came to dinner with us a while ago. Is she still staying with you?" He asked, confused.

"Uh… yeah. Well, you remember how she had that accident?" He nodded. "They found the person who made the bomb. And the trial is right in the middle of my exam week, so I can't go with her. And I feel bad, even though she told me not to. I just wish I could be there for her." I explained.

"Jeez… Yeah, I guess you do have a reason to be stressed then. But there's nothing you can really do, and if Vriska's not upset, then you shouldn't beat yourself up about it." He reasoned.

"I guess…"

"Just be there for her before and after the trial. That's all you can do, right?"

"You're making my freak-out seem childish and pointless with your logic John." I deadpanned.

"It's my job." He grinned. "Now I do have to go, there's a lady in my section."

"Thank you John."

The talk with John did make me feel slightly better, but after a glance at my watch I groaned again. Three hours of work to go, and then probably three more hours of homework. That and Vriska would be gone when I got home, at her new job, working at a gaming store. I mean, I was happy that she had a job that she liked, and one that involved far less drunk men, but after such a long day it would have been nice to go home to my girlfriend.

"Hello Kanaya." I heard Rose greet me, walking into the store.

"Rose." I greeted. Honestly, I kind of wished that there was someone in the store, just so I had an excuse to skip the conversation. Ever since the night we all went out, when Vriska informed me that Rose might have a thing for me, I had felt a little awkward around her. Not because I was freaked out about the crush, but because I felt a little guilty, considering Rose thought I was completely straight, and never approached the topic with me. Now that I knew I wasn't straight, or not entirely, I almost felt a little bad that I never gave the blonde a chance.

"How's your day going? I know how much you hate Thursdays." She chuckled, stepping behind the counter to join me.

"As well as it could be going I guess."

"That's good. Stressed about your finals?" She asked.

"Among other things." I told her before I thought it through.

"Oh? What else?" She inquired. Well, I dug myself into that one…

"Well, the person that sent the bomb to Vriska was caught, and the trial's coming up as well." I explained.

"I see. Is she still staying with you?" Rose's smile now seemed a little forced.

"Um, well, she's actually moving in. It's a big apartment, and it's nice to have a roommate. She didn't really have anything that she was leaving behind in Charleston, and we always got along so well. It worked out really well." In more ways than one…

"That's… so nice to hear." Rose managed. With a nod she walked into the shelves to see if she could find anyone to help.

"That went well…"

"Kan." A voice whispered in my ear, pulling me halfway out of sleep. I pulled the blankets over my head in an attempt to block it out. "Kanaya." The voice tried again, but I continued to ignore it. An aggravated huff sounded above me, but thankfully the talking stopped. Then, out of the blue, a pair of lips attached themselves to my pulse point, shocking me out of sleep. I shot upright, causing Vriska to fall off me. "About time."

"Vriska? What are you doing?" I squinted against the darkness to see Vriska sitting on her knees, still dressed in her work uniform of a black t-shirt with some sort of logo on it and jeans.

"Trying to say hello to my girlfriend. Is that a crime?" She asked innocently.

"No, no… Sorry, it's just been a long day. It's nice to see you too." I opened my arms, and she wasted no time wrapping her own around me. I fell back onto the mattress, pulling her with me.

"Am I not allowed to change?" She laughed into my chest.

"If you can manage to change while lying right here, then be my guest." I mumbled sleepily into her hair. She chuckled at my response, wiggling slightly to reach her jeans. She slipped them off, and then pulled her hair out of its ponytail. She then took off the glasses hanging crooked on her face and placed them on the side table with some expert maneuvering.

"I still need to take off my bra, and you're holding me too tight for that." She informed me.

"Wanna bet?" I teased, slipping a hand up her back and unhooking the garment. I then proceeded to pull it off through her shirt. "There, all ready for bed." I sighed happily, pulling the covers around her as well.

"I feel like if you could do that, then I've been giving you too much practice." She teased.

"Nope, just enough. Now please, can we sleep?" I pleaded. Silent laughter rumbled through her, and she stretched up to peck me on the lips.

"Yeah Fussyfangs. We can sleep now."