Hi, Hello! Here's another one :) This one is for the Guest that wanted a R/D fic where they talk abou Mason. This turned out to be angsty... Angst is not not really my thing, so I don't know if I did this right. By the way, my story's been read in 46 countries. I'm baffled!

Title: Memory

Pairing: Rose/Dimitri

Word Count: 500

Disclaimer: Richelle Mead owns it all, I merely have fun with the characters and give them back to her, more or less unharmed.


When he walked through the door, he found her cuddled up on the couch, staring at the screen of the laptop perched on top of her knees and looking a little out of it. She barely acknowledged his presence, and that odd behavior bothered him.

He sat next to her and touched her leg gently. "Rose, is there something wrong?" He asked, slowly stroking her leg to get her attention.

Brown eyes moved from the screen to his face, they were slightly red, and moisture pooled at their bottom. She was holding back tears. "I… I found my old camera." She smiled sadly. He remembered listening to her mention that she didn't know where she had put her camera a few weeks after she first got back to the Academy, so she had to buy another one.

When she didn't elaborate, he carefully took the laptop from her and looked at the screen. Glowing there, was a picture taken in a classroom; she was seated on top of a desk, hugged to the red-haired guy standing next to her, and both we're smiling brightly at the camera. The guy next to her was Mason. That was when he realized that her behavior wasn't at all odd.

The laptop was put aside; he took her hand and pulled her tightly against his chest, hearing a shaky sigh from her. "Do you want to talk about it?" He whispered, stroking her long hair and tangling the end of it on his fingers. She usually shared most of her feelings with him, but they had never really talked about Mason, so he was testing the waters.

"There's not much to talk about…" She murmured weakly; lifting her head to look at him in the eyes. "I just wish it had never happened, you know?" Her gaze shifted back down and she rested her face against his shoulder, taking several deep breaths.

"It wasn't your fault." Dimitri stated firmly, kissing the top of her head and tracing circles on her lower back with his thumb, to sooth her. "I just hope you know that." He didn't want to push; he knew how close she and Mason had been, so it was clear that the situation wasn't going to be much easier any time soon.

"I know…" Her voice was barely audible as she secured her arms around his frame and squeezed. After a few moments, he felt his shirt start to get wet from her tears, and all he could do was hold her. She needed to be surrounded by him, needed to smell the faint presence of his cologne, which clung to him after a long day of work. "I just miss him so much."

"I know, I know." He cooed softly; pulling her into his lap and nuzzling her cheek. "Everything is going to be alright." He whispered into her ear, placing a tiny kiss behind it, right after.

Everything would be alright, he said. And she sure hoped he was right.


Could you let me know if I did this Angst thing right? I'd appreciated tips, criticism and everything you guys have to tell me.