A/N: Don't worry, I would never kill Dimitri or Rose. I hope you enjoy the next few chapters, I'm having a lot of fun writing them :) P.S. : if anyone dares kill Rose or Dimitri and/or splits them apart in their story, I will find you and I will end you. :))

RPOV:

I wrung my hands nervously as I checked the clock for the fifth time in the last half hour. Alberta squeezed my shoulders supportively as I watched the doors of the main hall. Dimitri and his team were due to come in any minute now. I could only hope that they were all okay.

I was about to give up and go grab some lunch when I heard the doors swing open. I rushed over, gasping when I saw a bruised and beaten Pavel dragging Eddie behind him. I knelt down and cradled Eddie in my arms. Pavel collapsed in exhaustion after being freed of Eddie's body. Alberta lifted him up with some difficulty and placed him on a stretcher and the awaiting medical team wheeled him away. A couple of other guardians came and took Eddie away too, but I didn't notice. Everyone, including the moroi team, had already come in. But the love of my life was missing.

I was too shocked to cry. Alberta helped me up from the ground and embraced me tightly, whispering consoling words in my ear. She pulled away, gazed at me sympathetically, and walked away to help the wounded. I snapped out of my stupor. Instead, rage filled me. I sprinted towards the medical ward.

"What did you do to Dimitri?" I shrieked, shaking a moroi named Gale, who seemed to have sustained only minor cuts and bruises. He remained seated in his chair in the waiting room, slumping his shoulders in shame.

"He didn't make it Rose," he whispered. I felt my heart drop into the pits of my stomach. I screamed in agony and crumpled to the ground, sobbing. He tried to comfort me but I shook him off. I attacked anyone that came close to me after that, and after a couple failed attempts, the doctors and nurses stopped trying to get me to stop crying.

GPOV (Gale):

"Call the Queen," I barked at the receptionist. She stared at me skeptically. After all, it wasn't every day that you called the most important royal moroi on Earth. "I said call the Queen!" I screeched, banging my fist on the counter. She jumped and dialed the court's number with haste.

After many security evaluations and questions, I managed to get on the phone with Vasilisa. "Your Majesty, you have to come to St. Vladimir's now," I said, panting. "Rose is distraught because of Guardian Belikov's death in the partially failed mission," I explained. I knew she could hear Rose's ongoing screams in the background.

"I ordered Belikov not to go," she stammered. I could hear her rushing out of the room, yelling at guards to prepare a jet. I sighed heavily.

"He told you and Rose that he had replaced Rose's spot on the mission with Pavel, but Pavel was already one of the chosen guardians. Belikov replaced Rose," I said, but hesistated. Belikov had ordered me not to tell anyone and had threatened me to near death if I told Rose or Lissa.

"Wait, what?" Lissa asked. I sensed her confusion.

"Don't you get it?" I cried, slamming my foot down in frustration. "Dimitri replaced Rose. He knew that Rose was the best bet for the mission to succeed but he obviously couldn't bear the thought of his precious wife in danger so he replaced her. He couldn't escape the last strigoi, who was an earth user. If it had been Rose instead of him, she could have escaped the wall of rocks (that hit Dimitri) like Pavel, because they're both small enough to crawl out. But Belikov is giant. There was no hope for him from the beginning," I said, choking out the last part. I had been quite fond of the big badass Russian. He had conducted most of our trainings and had made me into the strong moroi I was now. "We're in the medical ward now," I added, trying to be helpful.

"Don't move, I'm flying over right now," she replied hurriedly, hanging up abruptly. I immediately felt bad for getting upset with the Queen, but I couldn't help it. Rose was obviously a wreck and she wouldn't let anyone get close to her.

LPOV:

I landed on the airstrip, my eyes puffy and rimmed with red from crying. I could feel Rose's depression flow through our bond. Speaking of our bond, it had improved greatly. After many many hours of practicing, we had opened it up so that we could communicate both ways.

Rose, I'm coming, I said frantically as I ran down the tarmac. I wrenched the car door open and screamed at the driver.

"Go, I need to get to the medical wards!" The driver started the engine reluctantly.

"Your Majesty, I can't risk your safety like that," he chided, driving at a frustrating 20 MPH.

"I order you to drive me to the medical wards in less than ten minutes," I shrieked, punching the back of his seat. He sighed and stepped it up to 70 MPH. We arrived at the hospital in ten minutes, as promised.

"Rose," I murmured as I sat down next to her. She all but launched herself into my arms, bawling as a new bout of tears poured out of her eyes. I stroked her back, hugging her as tight to my bony moroi body as I could.

"How am I going to tell Alena?" she said, sobbing. "He promised me he would come back," she wailed hysterically.

"It's going to be okay Rose. It's going to be okay," I said, tears creeping out of my eyes too.

A/N: DON'T WORRY. DIMITRI ISN'T DEAD, I PROMISE. Review or I'll kill off a character, one by one. JUST KIDDING. But please review. You might even get a hot Russian Comrade in you room tonight.