Rewritten

Disclaimer: American Dragon; Jake Long does not belong to me. If it did, Rose's twin would have been recognized and this would be how things would've gone on after Homecoming. I also technically don't own Rose's twin, but I do own her name and personality.

AN: Well now… it has been such a long time since I last updated and for that, I apologize. Been feeling a bit overwhelmed with classes and my other fan-fictions. In the future I'm going to remember not to do more than two fan-fictions at a time. Thankfully I managed to stop myself from overdoing it with yet another fan-fiction idea that's been circling my mind until this is done. I am probably going to put most of my focus on finishing Blazing Hearts and Confliction, but I swear that I will not let Rewritten die.

Chapter Seven

Trixie blinked in disbelief, her mouth agape just slightly. "You mean to tell me that that was Rose? As in the Huntsgirl, Rose??"

"There never was the Huntsgirl, remember? I made sure of that," Jake told her. "But yes… she's really her..." he dropped his head and let it hang while he sat on the sofa. "I can't believe it."

"Wow, man… this is heavy… what are the odds?" she asked.

"2,478,315 to one," Spud answered her. He looked at Jake, "What are you going to do now?"

Lifting his head, Jake raised his eyes to meet with Spud's own. He sighed, "What am I supposed to do? I can imagine it now, 'Hey, Rose, you don't remember, but we used to date and fight evil together until I made a wish that changed history'. She'll probably punch me in the face, run away, and call the psych ward."

"You don't have to tell her. You could get to know her again, become her friend," he offered.

Trixie pursed her lips, "You've been obsessin' over this for years. Now she's here, do ya have any idea of what ya wanna do?"

Jake shook his head, "I mean, yeah, I have thought about it. You guys know I have… but now that I saw her… I heard her speak… I don't know if I'm gonna do anything. I know she's in New York and I want to fly over the city until I find her, but I also want to go to the bar and try to forget this happened. Even if I do get to know her again, it'll be weird because I'll be closer to her than she is to me. I have these memories that she doesn't have… she might not even be the same Rose anymore… and what about Danika?"

"We're not saying to forget about Danni," Trixie frowned at him. "We're not saying fall in love with the woman, we're sayin' that maybe this is the closure ya need."

Spud grinned, "This is what you need to finally move on. Rose is the last woman—girl—you've ever let in on your secret and then she was gone in a second! You never really knew what happened to her, how she adjusted. Now you have that chance, you'll be able to get to know her again and you'll finally be able to give yourself completely to Danika."

"I don't think getting to know Rose again will fix me and Danika. We're not even broken, we're doin' really good right now."

Trixie leaned back, "It's just a suggestion, Jakey. We know you. Tryin' to avoid the situation is just gonna make things worse."

"You guys don't remember her like I do… if I get to know her again, it'll be too weird."

"For a guy, that Jake is pretty cute," Marie grinned at her sister.

Rose smiled back, "And your point is?"

"That maybe you should've asked for a number," Marie opened the windows, it was warm and there was a beautiful breeze that was perfect for airing out the apartment. "I mean, how many times have you bumped into him?"

"Twice."

"And it would have been three times if I hadn't interfered at the gym. I think Fate wants to give you a new boyfriend,"

"He may already have a girlfriend," Rose told her, now slightly annoyed. "And even so, I don't want a boyfriend and I don't need one."

"It'd be nice if you had something other than that damn book."

"I have you," Rose said quietly.

Marie frowned, "I'm not enough. I'm afraid, Rosie… I don't want—"

"That won't happen again," Rose cut her off and turned off her laptop. "It was a long time ago, Marie, just let it go."

Without letting her twin say another word, Rose slipped out of the apartment and shut the door behind her swiftly, just a degree lower than a slam. Unexcused anger pulsed through her veins and she closed her eyes, holding her laptop close to her chest. She ought to calm down, but she couldn't. She shouldn't have been angry at Marie, but she was—she couldn't help it.

She opened her eyes and looked at the street. People walked by her… people she would never relate to. She walked until she reached Central Park; she found a bench and sat down. Opening her laptop, she frowned. The sun shone too brightly against the screen and she couldn't see the words that told her story—May's story.

With furrowed brows she looked around and spotted a large tree. Perfect. She got up and sat beneath the tree; the shade offered her the ability to read the laptop screen, a few leaves fell around her and she saw the beauty of the park. Very few people were out today, which she found strange considering how lovely this day was. She sighed and leaned her head against the tree trunk.

She felt bad for leaving in such a huff, but Marie knew better than to bring that up. It was the past and that was where Rose wanted to leave it, she wanted to forget it. 'Okay, so I don't relate that well to other people. Who cares?' she asked herself in irritation. She looked at her laptop, it was true that she was busy with her book, but she had a deadline to meet! And there were plenty of authors who related more to their own characters than to the people around them… and besides… her book was more interesting than her life. Rose always thought that she belonged in a world with more adventure and magic—she stopped her train of thought quickly and shook her head, bringing her hand to the bridge of her nose.

She couldn't think like that. She had to stop.

She focused on The Slayer. She focused her attention on her keyboard, May and Kevin, and their trials. Before she knew it, the sun was beginning to set as she typed furiously and when she finally looked up from the screen… the sun was gone and the moon now replaced it.

She saved her work and turned off the laptop before she slowly closed it. Standing up and looking around, she sighed, "This is just perfect. I'm alone, it's dark… I'm just waiting to get raped or mugged," she muttered to herself.

She walked out of the park and headed to the subway, she would not be walking home alone at this time. What was this time? She looked at her cell phone and frowned, how did she manage to stay out until 11:45 p.m. and not realize it?

She took a breath and sat down, tapping her nails on her laptop as the subway train began to roll. She looked around; there was a man who sat down, reading a newspaper on one side of her and two ugly men who stared at her on the other side of her. She looked down immediately and tapped her foot.

The two ugly men began to walk up to her, one sat beside her and the other sat down across from her. "What a pretty little girl, eh?" asked the one sitting next to her.

The other leaned forward and grinned, she could smell their breath—heavily laced with vodka or some other strong liquor. "Yeah, that she is. I love blondes," he reached over to touch her long hair and she jumped and smacked his hand away.

"Don't touch me!" she demanded.

"She's a fighter, hm? I like them with a little fire,"

Rose smacked him and he grabbed her wrist, while the other man grabbed her hair.

"That's enough, clowns," the man who was reading the paper set it down and stood up.

Rose blinked and looked over to him. Jake?

"What're you gonna do, boy?"

In a flash, Rose was released and the men were on the floor. She furrowed her brows as they scrambled out of the train when it stopped. "How did you—" she began, but couldn't finish her question. It didn't matter how he managed to save her with such speed and efficiency. It didn't matter that it was strange for him to be sitting on the same train as her at the same moment she needed him. All that mattered was that he was and that he saved her. "Thank you."

Jake eyed her, "Do you usually ride on the subway alone this late?"

"I lost track of time and I was afraid to walk home," she told him.

He looked as though he was ready to scold her, but he must have decided against it. He sighed and asked, "Are you okay?"

She nodded, "I'm fine. Thanks, again."

"Where do you live?" he asked her sitting down.

Rose answered, "The apartment complex on Third and Wesson."

Jake looked at her and then up, "I'll get you home safe," he told her and Rose smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you."

This was a difficult chapter to write, but I think I managed to get what I needed to done. The rest of the chapters will come a lot easier—the ideas are just pouring to me now.

"Thank you, you useless reptile" – Hiccup (Jay Baruchel) – How to Train Your Dragon