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This is the actual story at the actual dance, sorry its small, it's like ¾ of what it should be. I'm SO SORRY, but I had a major Aust.. Geo assignment and I need to start working on that so I'm posting this up for u guys.

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On the night.

7 facials, 2 manicures, 2 pedicures, 5 different hairdressers, over 50 formal clothing stores and 25 shoes stores Rose and Carrie were ready and pumped for some action. Well Carrie was pumped, Rose still looked like she was going to throw up and for a spy, showing that amount of fear is not good. But fear is the only emotion Rose could possibly display, especially since she didn't even know what dress she was wearing, Carrie chose it, said it perfect for her. If the dance didn't scare her, those few words that Carrie had uttered broke down any sort of emotional barrier she could have built up. Now fear was blatantly shown on her face. Oscar had tried desperately to get her out of it, the guilt of her going and behaving like this put an immense burden on him. But, it was to no avail, after all trying to beat something like spending entire days with Carrie doing all that "girly" stuff; he knew it would be a losing battle. But it was worth trying, he told himself, Rose was worth trying, anything is worth trying if it gets rid of the guilt. But for Rose anything she tried didn't work. Pleading, begging, flattery, blackmail, threats, sucking up it all didn't work. She almost injected herself with the chicken pox but Oscar walked in on her, with one of his attempts to lighten her spirits. He grabbed the injecting thing and made her look him in the eye and promise she wouldn't do anything to harm herself just to get out of the dance. Rose weekly smiled at the memory of it, she kept the promise of course, and in fact she gave up. She almost started to enjoy herself; Carrie's happiness could do that to people. But one thing Carrie's optimism could not do is make Rose forget about the dance and that would ruin any chance of happiness she would conjure up during the length of the day.

But all the preparation Rose was able to deal with; it was the actual dance that freaked her half to death. And as she stood right in front of 'la maison speciale' she knew it was the only thing left. La Maison Speciale was no ordinary rich, expensive, luxurious hotel; its literal translation from French is 'the special home' home for a special type of people. Because not everybody was able to 'rent' there, they had to be special, or part of the special services. The CIA, FBI, all of the MI units, anybody who was approved by the British government on a mission in Britain or just needed a place to crash could go there, no fee allowed, ever. And so, it was the best place to hold the celebration, after all, it provided accommodation and a grand ballroom. Rose and Carrie were sharing a room to help each other 'get ready' (or in other words, so Carrie can keep a close eye on Rose) while Oscar got a room all to himself. The sad thing for Rose is that Carrie sent all the things before hand and so Rose couldn't object till she was up there…with Carrie… with no escape. In fact Rose thought to herself, I probably wouldn't be able to object at all.

But Rose was pulled out of her reminiscing by Carrie, quite literally. Carrie was so eager to enter the hotel she didn't mind hurting Rose to get in there, either that or she decided to force Rose in there, knowing how desperate she was NOT to. Once all three had entered the hotel, all they could do is look in awe. The hotel was huge, and that's not counting the levels below it, where all the experimentations and technological breakthroughs occurred. It had a major chandelier and one major stairway (though, being spies there is more 'less obvious' ways down or up), all in all, it just had an air of elegance.

'Wow.' It may have been the most basic word in Rose's vocabulary but it was the most suitable word to describe the building.

'I know, right' Carrie couldn't be any more euphoric to be here. 'And we are going to be dancing here, receiving awards, whatever. It's just SO cool.' That comment brought Rose out her happy state and back into reality. The dance. 'Well, come on Rose, we have 2 hours to get ready.' Carrie was already half way up the stairs when she noticed Rose wasn't behind her. As she looked behind her Carrie shook her head. Rose's fear, hatred, general dislike for dancing was so drastic it was on the verge of being humorous. One look at Rose pushed it over the edge. Rose was just standing there as still as a statue, Oscar standing next to her waving his hand in front of her.

'Rose?' no response.

'ROSE!' Carrie's voice was strong, and with the added volume of her being in a empty-ish room, it was enough to wake Rose from her daze. 'Are you coming?'

'Umm…I'll be there soon. Just going to study the interior architectural brilliance of the place.' A typical Rose response, had they not known Rose's true reason. Carrie knew she would have to get ready early so she was able to get ready, and the room ready, and so- with some discreet eye communication with Oscar- she went up to her room, which fortunately was on the first floor. Rose, barely registering the fact Oscar was there crept rather secretively to the door, and she would have escaped if Oscar had not grabbed her hand while she was halfway through the doors. Oscar noticed the look of pure desperation, fear, the anxiety on her face and he almost let her go. But his spy training kicked in and his grip remained firm.

'Please Rose don't go. You're safe here.' You're with me.

'I'm a spy, I am safe anywhere'

'You and I both know that's not what I meant'

'What did you mean?' Rose said it in a rather provocative way and she could physically see Oscar recoil from those words. She regretted them instantly.

'I'm sorry Oscar; it wasn't supposed to come out like that. It's just… give me one good reason to stay.'

'The award, the competition between you and Agent C, you actually meeting Agent C, there's many.'

'Oscar. I said good reasons.'

'Those are good reasons what's…wrong …with…' One look from Rose said it all. 'Fine, you want a good reason, stay for Carrie.' He hesitated before finishing off the sentence, hesitant of her reaction. Then he looked her in the eye and finished it off. 'Stay for me.'

Rose had never seen Oscar like this, the intenseness captured in green eyes. It had nothing to do with him, yet it looked like he cared about this more than his grades, his uni. Course (A.N it IS rose.). She was enchanted, captured by his gaze and as hard as she tried she couldn't rip her eyes away from him.

'If you wanted to escort me to the dance, all you had to do was ask' said Rose smiling. Oscar almost laughed, but was able to hold it in and just smile.

'Well, what are we waiting for?'

'What! What do you mean we?'

'I'm coming no matter what.'

'Fine.' Rose marched outside first, because she was already half way out it and Oscar followed. They leaned on the wall and just breathed and thought, mostly about the past minute. Both of them had questions, both had answers, but what they didn't have is the courage to speak. The half minute that followed was quite awkward, Rose had just mustered enough courage to ask when Oscar spoke

'Come on, we better go inside or Carrie with have both our heads off' He opened the door for her like a true gentleman and she couldn't help but smile, she didn't blush until she was up the stairs, and that is when she met one excited, fully ready, armed Carrie.

'Carrie…' began Rose, who started looking around the room. 'Why is everything attached to the floor, either directly or indirectly? ' Then she looked at what was in Carrie's hand and on the bed. 'And why do you have a hair straightener AND hair curler in your hand? And the cosmetics, I'm pretty sure the gross population of Luxembourg don't have that much.' All Carrie did was laugh.

'Rose, they're ALL for you, the eyeliner, mascara, foundation, blush, kohl, eye shadow, lipstick.' When she stopped Rose thought Carrie was finished, but when it became clear that she was just taking a breath Rose decided to interrupt.

'Umm, I don't think so. Are you trying to kill my hair, studies conducted prove that using it 3 times brings a noticeable difference to hair, in a bad way.'

Carrie looked dejected, but waved some eyeliner in hope, Rose cast that away too.

'You know foundation causes pimples.' This time Carrie wouldn't give in.

'You know you are well past the age of pimples Rose and seriously, can't you get dressed up this once?' This time Rose gave in.

'Fine, but only the essentials.' Seeing what Carrie "defined" as the essentials Rose decided what was the essentials, that sat down and calmly endured the application of the make up, the styling of hair, the accessories, torture. Looking at herself in the reflection she admitted she didn't look bad, and thought she could actually go through with it. But that was until she saw the dress.

'Oh my gosh, please Carrie don't.'

While Rose was having a freak out about the dress Oscar was standing outside of their room, twirling red rose in his fingers, meant for only one person. Attached to the rose was a small but cute card with the words 'A rose for a Rose' written across it. It's now or never Oscar, just tell her what you feel. She deserves to know, she NEEDS to know. He almost knocked on the door when he heard someone's voice drift through the crack of the door, he instinctively knew it was Rose and listened intently to what she was saying, and that was a mistake.

'Trust me Carrie, I don't think that even Oscar is worth this.' Once he heard those words he felt a stabbing pain in his side, after a few seconds he couldn't bear it any longer so he left their door and decided to wait for Carrie downstairs. (A/N ONLY CARRIE O_O)

… Back with the girls (continuing their convo.) …

'Oh my Gosh, please Carrie don't.' Carrie had plastered on a wicked grin as she presented Rose the dress, a pink, on the verge of red strapless dress that ends right above Rose's knees. Rose, as she suspected, was having a major heart attack about the dress. 'It's strapless, and pinky red, and, and…' Rose took a deep breath, and that's when Carrie interrupted.

'It's what, beautiful, dressy, formal, it's YOU, Rose, its made for you only, seriously, it was tailored specifically for you. Anyway what is the colour Rose in French? Pink.' Rose nodded than said:

'Carrie, I'm not the prettiest person in world, sure I modelled with Lorenzo Ferrago but looks just aren't me.'

'Rose,' Carrie sounded like she was serious for once, which was worrying 'every one deserves to feel pretty sometimes.'

'Fine, but will Daisy think, and Blane, and Frank, and Lenny, and Stark.' Then a thought struck her 'Oh my gosh, what will Oscar think.'

'Who cares what they think Rose, this is about YOU' after some thought Carrie added, 'Why such fear about what Oscar thinks anyway?' But one look at Rose answered the question, because no matter how many years of spy training she had, she knew she wouldn't always be able to hide the affection she held for friend, work colleague, fellow spy. Nothing would be able to hide the affection she held for Oscar, and now Carrie knew it.

'OMG' Carrie squealed, unable to contain the excitement from what she had just heard, or saw, whatever. 'You like him don't you, awww you guys would be so cute together.' She pretended to wipe a tear away from her. 'You're growing up.' Rose threw a pillow at her, but in such a way as to miss Carrie's make up and hair completely, and just hit her in the stomach. 'Hey!' said Carrie 'watch the face.' Then Carrie took the dress from Rose and began to walk around the room swishing it everywhere. 'Just imagine it Rose, swishing around in the dress, every male in the room staring enviously at Oscar, except the guy with me. Anyways, just picture you in his arms in front of ALL the M.I. units, ALL of them staring at you, watching your EVERY move, you make waltzing around the ballroom floor. You'd be able to hear a pin drop in the silence there is, cause they'd all be looking. At. You.' Carrie sighed dramatically, obviously imagining her fantasy, while Rose stood in pure silence, petrified at the very thought of that. When she finally found her voice all she could say is:

'Trust me Carrie, I don't think that even Oscar is worth this.' And with that she made her way running to the door, knowing that there was no way Carrie could get her in high heels when she heard Carrie mutter, almost in a whisper,

'Anything is worth it, that is,' Carrie turned to face her 'if you love him.' Rose sighed sadly and started to walk over to where Carrie was, already regretting that she told Carrie. Carrie on the other hand was having an internal party, she thought that Oscar liked Rose, and she meant LIKED liked Rose, she could tell on the missions. Every time they talked via intercom he was always happier. But finding out Rose loved him back was like icing on the cake. Then all of a sudden Rose tensed up, Carrie curious to know why walked to where Rose was and put her ear on the door, and what she heard disturbed her. Footsteps, but not just any footsteps, she had worked with him too many times to know his distinct footstep and Rose knew it too.

'Oscar.'

Rose was already attempting to open the door, but Carrie leaned on it.

'What do you think you're doing?' hissed Rose.

'You are not going out there dressed like that!'

'Does it seriously MATTER what I'm dressed like, he must have HEARD something.' Then something dawned on her 'he must of heard 2 things either he's not worth it or that I like him, well not like but lo-, you know what I mean. But I never said that out loud, you could tell by my reactions, so he must think I hate him. Have you ever teased him about us getting together?' Carrie nodded sheepishly because it was true. 'Well that guarantees it then, he would have thought you were joking about the 'love' thing. Anyways we whispered that.' Rose took deep breaths. 'He. Thinks. I. Hate. Him.' She looked at Carrie panicked. 'What do I do?'

Carrie just shook Rose. 'Get a grip Rose; I'll go down and talk to him and sort out. Without telling him you like him, just put on your dress and shoes.' And with that Carrie walked out the door leaving Rose to do the final touches.

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Carrie walked down the typically designed grand stairway and saw Oscar at the bottom, looking away, looking agitated. So Carrie, forgetting about her stunning grand entrance, ran down them and decided to talk to him.

'What's wrong Oscar?' He looked at her with a look of disbelief.

'What's wrong, how can you ask what's wrong. You were there when Rose said it.'

Then he did a sarcastic laugh. 'Or aren't I worth you remembering.'

'Oscar!' said Carrie horrified, 'don't you dare say that. Maybe if you hadn't been eavesdropping on the conversation you'd actually get your facts straight. Rose…'Carrie paused, took a deep breath and smiled, remembering the conversation they had. 'Rose didn't mean it in that way…what she meant was-"

'I don't care what she meant, nothing can excuse what she said.'

'Oscar…'

'How can you defend her Carrie, after what she said?'

'Oscar!' Carrie's temper was running short, but Oscar still continued ranting on.

'Or do you agree with her Carrie, that I'm not worth it. Sure I had -'

'THAT'S IT OSCAR COLE' Carrie's temper had finally exploded. 'First you eavesdrop on a private conversation and jump to conclusions, but seriously I can't believe you'd said those things. You want the story I'll give you the story.' Oscar was a little taken back by the venom in Carrie's voice, the happy little girl now filled with anger. 'I've tried for 5 and a half years trying to get Rose to go a dance, formals, disco's this award ceremony, every year she declines. I've tried threatening, blackmailing, crying, guilt-tripping her, flattery, force, dares, pleading, bribery EVERYTHING, but she always says no. Then you come waltzing in one year, just telling her to come and she agrees. What I couldn't do in 5 and a half years you did in 2 minutes. Now the only moments away from the dance she's starting to get cold feet and starts to doubt whether "your worth it". I certainly wasn't but YOU are. But you decided to jump to conclusions, and now we have a seriously depressed girl up there freaking about whether she "hurt your feeling" when you're down here not even caring about what she's going through, clinging to self created fantasies that we are all out to get you!' Carrie took another deep breath, glad that all the tension built from Oscar's 'frenzy' was finally gone. Oscar meanwhile was taken back, the last few lines replaying in his mind. Now we have a seriously depressed girl up there freaking about whether she "hurt your feeling" when you're down here not even caring about what she's going through. He looked Carrie in the eye,

'Is she seriously depressed?'

'Oscar, the only thing that stopped her from coming down herself was that she was only half ready and I promised her that I'd deal with it. It was mainly the promise though.'

'Wow.'

'Wow indeed.' And they remained in the silence waiting for Rose to come downstairs so that they could join the party.

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Rose- for a girl who was freaking out about the fact that her one true love thought she hated his guts- took a long time to get ready. She slid on the dress with relative ease, and tied the silver high heel buckle on, but the main time consumer was her standing in front of the mirror. She had relied heavily on her wit, intellect and brains to get her far in life; dressing up was something new to her. She would continue to fiddle with the dress, to get the exact length, change the buckle hole on the shoe, but would always eventually get back to the one she started with. All this time hoping that Carrie had convinced Oscar that she didn't hate him, and that they would still be friends, and that was another reason she took her time. Thoughts kept flooding her head,

Had she given Carrie enough time?

Could Carrie convince Oscar?

Will Oscar ever speak to her again?

Soon she couldn't stand it, giving herself one final once over she walked out the room. But Rose wasn't the only one, her, Carrie and the hundreds of people that walked past the room, not one saw the sweet, little, innocent rose lying by the door.

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ROSE OSCAR ROSE OSCAR ROSEOSCAR ROSEOSCAR ROSOSCAR ROSOSCAR ROOSCAR ROOSCAR ROSCAR ROSCAR. YAY. This is a R/O (or as I like to say, Roscar) they are awesome and my FaV pairing.

I'm a lying cheating misleading inhumane, cruel evil girl. You have to find out who Agent C is later. Anyways Review and tell me what you think. Haha youu thought the title meant Rose not A rose BTW how do get those grey line thingy's to work on fanfic. Its so confusing :S

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