Heya guys! Whoo, two days in a row! (because technically, I had updated at 1 am the other day) Well also, it's been killing me not updating. Ever heard of NanoWrimo? I wrote a book, that's not on fanfiction :) I was proud of myself... and then I did just a bunch of other stuff, but I still should have made time to update, so I'm super sorry!

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE :)))) I'll be updating this story daily until it's completed!

Anyways... Discalimer!

I don't own vampire academy, or it's characters. My own OC's, however, I do own (Alexis and Alison, mostly) and I also claim property of the plotline!

Adrian POV

I stiffened at the name, my eyes raising to see Dimitri's tall figure standing in Rose's doorway. Or rather, their doorway. Alexis made a small squeaking sound, burying her face further into my legs.

"Make him go away, daddy!" she pleaded. Dimitri stared at the two of us in interest. I picked Alexis up and held her securely in my hands, resting her on my side.

"That man's Dimitri," I explained, "He lives here, Lexi," I could tell she was scared of him, for whatever reason, so I gently reached my hand up to tenderly stroke her hair, "It's okay, he's a nice man," I had to swallow in order to say it, but I still managed to get it out. Rose, obviously feeling the awkward tension, laughed softly.

"Dimitri, this is Adrian's daughter Alexis," she explained, smiling. Dimitri raised an eyebrow.

"Adrian has a daughter?" he asked, astonished. I really couldn't see why, as I was holding her in my hands. Besides, I knew what everyone thought of me. To claim otherwise wouldn't exactly be truthful to one's self, either.

"Yes," I answered irritably. Alexis suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder. I gently patted her back, "and it's getting a little bit late," I added, "Alexis and I should probably get home," I began to walk out, not too comfortable in being in the same room with the two as they reunited.

"Daddy," Alexis mumbled into the crook of my neck. She shook her head, "I don't want him here," I actually chuckled. At least I had one girl who would always take my side in things.

"I know, Lexi, neither do I, but he Rose's boyfriend," I offered her a small smile, trying not to show her how much I still hurt from all that happened.

"NO!" she shouted, shaking her head vigorously, "You're Rosie's boyfriend!" she crossed her arms stubbornly. I sighed, reminded of the drawing she had made for the therapist. Of course, I was aware she wanted us to be together, as to why I had no idea.

"Lexi," I said softly, squatting to set her on the ground. She stood up and met my eyes, her own wide, "I am not Rose's boyfriend. There's nothing going on between besides a friendly guardian, moroi relationship. Dimitri is Rose's boyfriend, and she loves him very much," I was doing my best to use smaller words so she'd understand, but I partly wondered who I was trying to convince, Alexis, or myself.

We continued walking home through the surprisingly lush grass and warm January, for a winter in court. Perhaps it's the fact that we have no lack in fire and earth users to tend to little things like that. Lexi asked if we could stop at a park, to which I said yes. So she pulled me along, having me push her on the swing and so on.

It was cute, actually, spending the day with my daughter. But I also worried that Alexis was only ever around people my age. That's what worried me. I thought I remembered reading something somewhere talking about how healthy kids need to socialize. Was it possible that she was having trouble because of the car accident?

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Alexis asked, interrupting my musings. She must have noticed my silence. I glanced down at her and she was beaming up at me, holding her arms out for a hug.

"I'm fine," I responded, picking her up. Something was folded delicately in her hand, a pink material showing throw the gaps between her fingers, "what's that you have there?" I asked. She giggled, unfolding her hands to show me a couple flowers bundled together.

"I'm picked them for you daddy," she answered, offering them to me. Honestly, I had no idea what I was going to do with the flowers, but I accepted them with a big smile regardless.

"Thanks Lexi. Why don't we head home and put these in a nice cup with water?" I suggested she nodded, squirming out of my grasp so she was once again on her feet.

"We're going to race, Daddy!" she told me, "Ready? Set!" she took of before the next word was even spoken and I laughed, following after her, "Go!"

"Cheater!" I jogged after her, not having to go to fast to keep up, but I also wanted to give her the illusion of winning. She giggled in delight when she reached the house before me, opening the door which I had left unlocked.

"You know," I told her when I arrived seconds later, panting for her benefit, "I think I won that," I grinned, leaning down so we were face to face, "Don't you?" my tone was light, and affectionate. It was surprising, the love I felt for this little girl I had only met so long ago. It wasn't anything I had ever experienced, this kind of love.

Alexis crinkled her nose, "Noo!" she jumped up and down and began to sing-song, "I won! I won! I won!" I grinned.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

Reaching forward, I scooped her into my arms and tossed her ever so slightly, holding her up, "Did too!" I had to crane my neck to see her face. Alexis was grinning, showing off her misisng teeth.

"Nuh-uh!" I tossed her onto the couch, "Fine," I groaned, "You win," leaning down, I put my hand on either side of her, "and I might just have to tickle you for that!"

Rose POV (third person)

Dimitri watched Adrian leave before he turned back to Rose. She felt her heart nervously contract in her chest. Dimitri walked over to her, hesitantly, as if sensing there was something off about her. Rose gave him a smile, walking forward and pulling him into a hug.

"Roza," Dimitri murmured, shutting his eyes. It felt good to be close to her after how long they had been apart, "I missed you."

"I missed you to," Rose responded, resting her head on his chest. She still felt that warm pulse that has always been there whenever he touched her, and seeing him still made her heart beat faster. So what was different? She didn't know, really. From what she could tell, she didn't love him any less then she had before he left.

"Rose," he pulled back, watching her cautiously, "something's wrong. What's wrong?"

She frowned, shaking her head and offering a small smile, "Nothing's wrong, Dimitri," I answered, "I was just really worried about you," Dimitri smiled, looking relieved.

"There's nothing to worry about, Roza," he took her hand, "I'm perfectly fine, as are you," then, grinning at her, he added, "why don't we do something special tonight in celebration?" he suggested, "Are you hungry?"

Rose offered him a smirk, "When am I not?"

Third Person

She was copying down some data sent to her in an email, having been told it was important enough to record. Suddenly, a file was flopped down right in the middle of her desk. Surprised, she glanced at it.

"What's this?" she asked, opening the yellow folder and flipping through some of the provided pages, her eyes quickly scanning them.

"New assignment," came the answer. She frowned.

"I've already been on this assignment," she glanced up to meet her superior's eyes, "earlier this year, a couple months ago or so," she pressed my lips together, "what more is there."

"I don't know," the clicking of heels sounded as her superior began to walk away. Huffing, she began to leaf shyly through the file, though half of it she had read before.

"Why is this necessary?" she grumbled, shutting her eyes. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do this, really, though she had no choice. It was supposed to be a one time thing, like most of these are. You just escort them to court and that's it. Certain words came up through the file that made her raise an eyebrow, as she didn't sense the same thing when she had originally been there.

"I need a coffee," she mumbled, pushing out her office chair and standing as she began to make her way back to the breakroom. She did her best to ignore the stares she was receiving, glancing the other way. It was normal, she guessed, having people stare at her, but she still strongly disliked it.

"The coffee's not that great," a guy told her, leaning against the counter. She found that he had his own cup in his hands. She shrugged, the ghost of a smile on her face.

"I guess I'll be the judge of that," she mumbled, beginning to make herself a cup. She felt the guy's eyes on her, but didn't pay it any attention.

"I'm warning you, though," he grinned, tossing the cup into the trash, "I'm new here, people tell me your somewhat of a role model," her eyebrows shot up.

"Do they now?"

"Yeah," she could hear the smile in his voice, "they do," and then he walked out of the room, leaving her shaking her head. The coffee cup now filled, she brought it to her mouth cautiously, heeding the guy's warning, and fought the urge to spit it out.

"This coffee's terrible."

"This is nice," Dimitri commented as he glanced around, noting how beautiful the restaurant itself was, lights strung up on the wooden ceiling above. They were outside, in the crisp, air, made warmer by the heater in the corner beside them. The sun setting, so it was still a bit of an early dinner, but he didn't mind. It made for a romantic scene.

Rose, unusually quiet, smiled, "yeah," she glanced around, "it's so pretty."

Dimitri, noticing the opportunity to say something romantic, reached across the table and took her hand, "I agree, but I think we're talking about two different things at the moment," Rose reached forward to smack his arm lightly.

"Geez, you're so cheesy," she rolled her eyes, "want to go for a walk while we wait for our food?" she suggested, hoping the walk would calm her nerves and clear her head. Dimitri was more so worried that she didn't have a passable jacket, but nodded anyways.

"Sure," he stood and offered his arm, which Rose took, "A walk sounds nice."