So, this is my first Sydrian fanfic, and I'm really nervous I won't do Richelle Mead justice. Anyway, it's set right after the ending to The Indigo Spell, so don't continue if you haven't read it. Enjoy!
(I don't own the Vampire Academy/Bloodlines series')

Zoe slept soundly beside me, which I didn't understand at all. It took me a pretty decent amount of time to get used to Rose and I sleeping anywhere near each other. But my fifteen year old sister a stairwell away from one vampire and one dhampir for the first time? No problem.
I guess the reality hadn't sunk in yet. For either of us.
I texted Adrian as soon as Zoe had drifted off, telling him to meet me in a spirit dream as soon as he got the message. Yet here I was, half an hour later, and I couldn't sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard my little sister's gentle breathing and all of my worries flooded back again.
It's actually unbelievable to think about. The night I finally admit my feeling for Adrian- and that in and of itself had felt spectacular- Zoe is sent here to keep an eye on me. As an Alchemist. The thought made me sick, but it wasn't a thought anymore. It was real.
I guess a human's body can only stay up so long. Or even a junior witch's body. Because the next thing I knew, I was in Adrian's apartment. And there he was, sitting on the couch, wearing a grey t-shirt and jeans. His eyes were closed.
"Let me guess," he said. "You changed your mind already? I thought we'd have at least a week before you relapsed." Adrian tried to keep his tone light, but I could hear a bit of worry creep into his voice. It was a fair assumption on his part, but I flinched at the way I must have made him feel when I did relapse.
"No," I said, sitting next to him, "But we do have a situation."
He cracked a smile. "Don't we always?"
"Adrian..." I took a deep breath. "My sister is here. In Palm Springs. She's an Alchemist."
Adrian spun his head around to face me. "No way." I nodded.
He groaned and stood up. "Of course she is. When you finally come around, they send your sister here to straighten you out. That's just cruel."
I sighed. "Well, that's what happens when Alchemists cross their superiors; they start being supervised. I just never thought-"
"You never thought they'd send your sister?" Adrian sat down again and looked at me. How had it taken me so long to realize how in sync we were? We could finish each other's thoughts.
"Exactly."
We probably spent about two minutes looking at each other when Adrian suddenly started stretching his legs. "What are you doing?" I asked, rising from my seat. Adrian was almost too tall for the sofa.
He gestures me towards him. "Come on Sage," he said, "we're a couple now. We should start by cuddling and staring adoringly into each other's eyes."
I scoffed. "You stare at me every chance you get anyway." He smirked, but it only lasted a few seconds before he became serious again. He leaned back against the couch, waiting for me to join him. My hesitation was brief, and I stretched out in front of him. His arms went around me, and I shivered at his touch.
"This is going to be tough, you know," I said.
"We can handle it. Unless you want to back out."
I looked at him. "Why in the world would I want to do that?"
He smiled again. "Just checking, Sage."
I put my head back on his chest. Even in a dream I could smell him, the mints and cloves. I wonder if it was just my imagination or if he could actually make something as small as that part of the dream.
We were there a while before I said, "I should probably go. You're using a lot of spirit."
I felt Adrian shrug. "I can handle it."
"I know. But you're still tired."
"With your sister here, how else will I get to spend time with you?"
He had a good point. I racked my brain, and an easy solution showed itself. "We're going to Clarence's tomorrow for Jill to get blood. I can introduce her to you there. In the mean time, we should get some sleep."
"How many times do I have to tell you, Sage? We are sleeping."
"Yet I feel inexplicably tired after talking to you here."
Adrian laughed. "Fine. Just tell me one thing before I let you go."
"What?" I asked.
"Your sister. Does she look like you?"
I thought about it. "I guess you'll find out tomorrow."
He let out a dramatic sigh. If he was hoping that would change my mind, it didn't work. "Oh well," he said, and the room started fading away.
"I'll be counting the minutes, Sydney."