A/N: I have no excuse other than laziness and Modern Family as to why i didn't write this over the weekend. So yeah.

Also, happy Spirit Day!

Life went on normal for the next three weeks, or at least as normal as it can be when you have a giant crush on your best friend who happens to be living with you.

I started noticing little things about Vriska that I would have never before. When she was thinking really hard her eyebrows scrunched together, and just the tip of her tongue would pop out of her mouth. When she was annoyed she crossed her arms, and her left eye would twitch occasionally. If she was really happy a small sparkle could be seen in her eyes, even the left one, and it lit up her whole face. Her hair curled at the ends if she blow-dried it, but if it air-dried the entire mass would become wavy. She could only fall asleep after laying on her back, sides, and stomach.

And of course all these things were adorable to me, which wasn't helping the crush go away. It also didn't help that Vriska flirted jokingly all the time, and would pat my arms or shoulders to make a point. Basically, I was screwed.

It was Tuesday afternoon, and I was working, which I hoped would get my mind off Vriska, but no one was in the store, which gave me time to let my mind wander. Vriska offered to drop me off today so that she could borrow my car. When I asked her why she needed it, she gave me some offhand answer about wanting to shop, which I didn't really believe, but didn't feel like fighting.

"Kanaya." I saw Rose walking over to me.

"Yes?" I straightened up, pushing off the counter I was leaning on.

"I need you to grab the box labeled 'S-F 4' from the back room and restock some of the shelves." She told me, walking around the counter to take my place.

"Alright." I walked to the backroom and located the box, which was of course on the highest shelf. Vriska complained about her luck? She had nothing on me at his point. Sighing, I went to grab a stool in order to reach the box. Even on the stool I had to stretch in order to reach, but I finally managed to wrap my fingers around the edges, and started to move the thing towards me.

I was not counting on the weight of the box when I grabbed the stool however, and once I lifted the box off the shelf I heard a loud snap, which was followed by a falling sensation, accompanied by a sharp pain on both sides of my head, and finally unconsciousness.

Rose heard the loud thump even all the way in the front of the store, which meant it must have been a very large box hitting the floor. A very large box or…

"Kanaya!" She freaked when she realized what could have happened. Sprinting to the back room quickly, she was greeted with the sight of her employee sprawled on the floor, books all over her, unconscious. "Shit…" Rose quickly kneeled by the other girl and checked for breathing. To her relief she saw the rise and fall of Kanaya's chest. "Now what…?" She figured that she could treat Kanaya just like she'd treat her drunk mother when she was like this. Steadying herself, she picked up the unconscious girl and propped her up against the wall, a box to her side so that she wouldn't slump over.

Once that was done she considered her options. Other than Kanaya, she was the only one working all day, and she really couldn't just leave the store, the owner would throw a fit. Rose figured the best thing to do would be to get Kanaya a ride home. Grabbing her cell phone, she scrolled through her contacts until she found the number she wanted. After a few rings there was a voice on the other end, albeit, not the one she was expecting.

"Hello?" The voice was harsh, not at all melodic, and definitely not Nepeta.

"Is this Nepeta's phone?" Rose asked, thinking she might have dialed the wrong number.

"Yeah." Came the brief reply.

"Alright, who is this?" For god's sake, it was like pulling teeth.

"Her roommate. Who's this?"

"My name's Rose Lalonde, I'm Kanaya Maryam's boss. I need to speak with Nepeta."

"Nepeta was an idiot and forgot her phone this morning. She's out shopping for who knows what. You want me to tell her you called?" The roommate now sounded incredibly bored.

"No, listen, are you friends with Kanaya?" Rose asked, hoping this girl could come get her.

"Kind of." The other voice said with a laugh.

"Well she had an accident at work, and I need someone to come and pick her up to take her home." To Rose's surprise, and horror, the other girl started to laugh hysterically.

"How exactly does one injure themselves in a bookstore? You know what, never mind. I can't come and get her. I can't drive."

"What kind of person laughs at something like this?! And who can't drive when they're on their own?" Rose was getting pissed at this point.

"A blind girl. Look, you need someone to come and get Kan, call Vriska." And with that the girl hung up.

Vriska? Rose would rather knock herself unconscious to match Kanaya. The tall blonde had a way of pissing her off, and they had only just met. Sure, it might have something to do with the fact that Rose was a little bit jealous of Vriska. Hell, who was she kidding, she was a lot jealous. But if you harbored a crush on your employee, only to see her so comfortable with another woman, you'd be jealous too! It was stupid, after all, Kanaya showed no signs of being interested in women at all, so Rose really had no hold over her, but she just couldn't help it. That, and the smug look on the blonde's face, like she knew exactly what was going on in Rose's head, irritated her to no end.

But Kanaya needed help, and Rose knew that she could trust Vriska to get Kanaya home. Rose could think whatever she wanted about the other girl, but she knew that Vriska cared for Kanaya.

Sighing, Rose stood and walked over to Kanaya's bag to get her cell phone. Scrolling through the contacts, she found Vriska's number and dialed it, figuring that she'd be more likely to pick up if the call came from a familiar number. The line connected after two rings.

"Kan, what's up?"

"Vriska? It's Rose…"

I became aware of a slight throbbing in my head, along with a cold sensation on my forehead first. Next came the quiet sounds of speaking, or more accurately, a hushed yelling that could only belong to one person.

"Well she's still not awake, so tell me what to do! No! No, don't give me that bullshit again; I need to know if she's going to be ok! I shouldn't take that tone, no, you listen to me, my friend had been unconscious for two hours, so I'll take whatever god damn tone I want to take!" It was coming from just outside my door; I could see a light coming in from the cracked door, currently the only light in the dark room.

"Vriska…" I tried to get her attention, but my throat felt unnaturally dry. "Vriska!" I tried again, more successful this time.

"Kanaya! You're awake. Thank god." She quickly entered the room, swiftly making her way to my bed, kneeling next to me.

"What happened?" I tried to sit up, jostling the ice pack that was on my head. She helped me sit up against my headboard before she tried to explain anything.

"I don't really know. I was sitting here, watching T.V. when I got a phone call from your boss. She sounded all freaked out, which is why I didn't hang up on her right away, and she told me that you were knocked unconscious at work, and to come and get you. Once I got there we carried you to the car, and I drove you home. I got you settled in bed and called a doctor, and he told me that you would be fine after you rested, but you should take it easy for a little while. Rose also told me to tell you that you get tomorrow off; she doesn't want you hurting yourself any further." Vriska explained to me, still looking very concerned. She took a seat next to me on the bed, her legs dangling off the side.

"Vris, don't worry, I'm fine now. Stop looking at me like I'm dying." I tried to soothe her, but she surprised me by launching herself at me, enveloping me in a bone-crushing hug.

"You scared me Fussyfangs! I saw you unconscious and I freaked out. I didn't know if you were ok, or if you were really hurt. It made me realize that just how much I need you! You're always there for me, and I don't know what I'd do without you. Then I realized that this is how you felt when you were called about me, only ten times worse. I feel so bad that I put you through all that! I don't know how I'm ever going to make it up to you." She buried her face in my neck, never loosening her grip.

Her words were causing my stomach to do little flips. I held onto her tightly right back, but had to keep reminding myself that all her feelings were of friendship, nothing else. Fucking crush!

"Hey, it's ok. I know that you'd do the same for me." She pulled back, and I looked into her brilliant cobalt eyes, trying not to get lost in the strangely deep irises. "We're friends, no, not just friends. We're best friends, and I know that either of us would do anything for the other. If the roles had been reversed I know that you would have had me in your place, taking care of me the whole time." To my surprise that statement caused her to bark out a humorless laugh.

"About that. I guess now's a good as time as any to tell you. I don't have a place anymore. My landlord kicked me out for having too many complaints lodged against me." She wouldn't look me in the eyes, and a blush was creeping its way onto her face.

"What? When did this happen? And what about your stuff?"

"It happened the day that the bomb showed up on my doorstep. I also got fired that day. Apparently telling a drunk guy who's a dick, and also flirts with you to go fuck himself is not 'proper etiquette'. As for my stuff, I had Tavros and his friend move the important stuff; the rest came with the apartment or will be donated."

"All that happened in one day?" I asked, and was granted a nod and a sniffle. "Talk about the worst day ever." I knew it was tactless, but it was the first thing that came to my mind.

"Actually, no."

"What? How is it not?" I asked, stunned at her response.

"You came. It made everything a little bit better. When I woke up to you, sitting in the chair right next to my bed, looking so concerned, and a bit frumpy, I knew just how scared you were. And knowing how scared you were, just for me, it let me know just how much you cared." She explained, a shy smile on her lips.

I chose to ignore the jab she threw in there. "How could you not know that I cared about you?"

"Oh, I knew. You were my closest friend growing up, so of course I knew that you cared. I just didn't know how much. Kanaya, keep in mind, I grew up thinking that no one cared about me. My mom died when I was four, my father didn't care enough to find me, let alone raise me. The owners of the orphanage only made sure that I was clothed and fed, nothing more.

"Then you come along. You kept me out of trouble as best I'd let you. You actually wanted to make sure I was ok. You cared about me for no other reason than you wanted to. And now, you're helping me through this terrible time, and making it not so bad. It just feels really, really good to know that I have someone in my life that cares about me unconditionally.

"Oh god, listen to me! I sound like a total sap." She put her face in her hands with an embarrassed laugh.

I couldn't really think how to respond. This had been the most Vriska had ever opened up to me. She hated talking about feelings, but here she was, spilling her soul out to me. It warmed my heart in ways that I couldn't explain. I decided to just go on instinct for my response.

"Even if you sound like a sap, that is the most amazing thing that anyone has ever said to me." Vriska looked up to meet my eyes. Smiling at my statement.

"That can't be true. You're an incredible person."

"Vriska, I have the nasty habit of wanting to fix people. Most people don't want that, they don't want someone to know their problems. Honestly, the reason I first talked to you was because I was curious about what you were going through. But that curiosity started to become caring. That's when I knew that I didn't want to fix you; I just wanted to be there for you. I didn't necessarily care if you were problem free, but I did want to help you in any way that I could." I told her, wiping a tear that had escaped her eye.

"Look at us, now we're both saps." She laughed, grabbing my hands and holding them between us.

I'm going to regret this… "Is that such a bad thing? Sharing how you feel with someone who cares about you?"

"I guess not. After all, if I held it all inside, I'd probably have an emotional breakdown in public and be hospitalized." She grinned as she spoke.

She's going to figure me out! "And I'd be right there with you the whole time." I laughed at the image.

"You care way too much."

What the hell am I doing?! "I know. I can't help it. You make me care. You make me care more than I should." The last statement came out of my mouth barely above a whisper, causing Vriska to stop chuckling. My head dropped, and I stared at the comforter.

"Kan?" She asked, but I refused to respond. "Kanaya." She let go of one of my hands, gripping my chin and gently pulling my face upwards. "What does that mean?"

My heart was racing; I had no idea how to respond to that. So of course, I did the stupid thing. I leaned forward, slowly, locking our gazes, making sure that she wasn't freaking out on me, and connected our lips.

It was gentle, chaste, and the most amazing feeling that I had ever experienced. The kiss only lasted a few moments; I pulled back and looked at Vriska, petrified for her reaction.

She surprised me by smiling slightly and grabbing my hands again, stroking her thumbs over the back of my hands. "How long?"

"Huh?" I had no idea what was going on anymore.

"How long have you wanted to do that?" She clarified.

"Um, I guess I really realized it the day we had dinner with my friends. You kissed me on the cheek and it felt, I dunno, right? I don't know how else to explain it." I couldn't look her in the eyes, so I stared at our hands.

"Kan, look at me." I looked up sheepishly, still terrified. "I've wanted to do that since I left for Charleston. The only difference is that you had the guts to do something about it."

"Four years? Jesus…" I couldn't think of anything else to say to that.

"Yep, four agonizing years of worrying about you finding the boy of your dreams and leaving me behind in your past."

"Vriska. Even if I found someone, I'd never leave you behind anywhere. You have to believe me when I tell you that." I pulled my hands from her grasp and grabbed her face, pouring ever ounce of sincerity into my words.

"Well, I know that now." She smiled, a real true smile that brightened up her whole face.

"Now that that's all settled…"

"What?" She picked up on my awkwardness after a moment, smirking slightly. "Oh, just kiss me already Fussyfangs."

A/N: Well? Are we happy? This kind of wrote itself, this was not the original plan. So tell me what you think!

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