Drabble:28
POV:Dimitri

"Don't they usually come to the Academy? I mean I'm all for the field trip, but why are we going to them?" she asked me, playing with the belt buckle.
"Actually you're going to a him, not a them." I said. "Since this is a special case and he's doing us a favor, we're the ones making the trip."
"Who is he?" she asked. I slowed the car slightly and peeked at her before dropping the bomb.
"Arthur Schoenberg."
"What?" She squeaked. Oh her face! I wish I had my camera to capture the moment. Maybe if I sped up, the traffic camera would catch it? On second thought, Alberta would kill me if I oversped.
"Wasn't anyone else available?" She sounded so horrified, I had to bite my lip to keep from smiling. Punching Moroi? No problem. Facing Art? Soooo screwed!
"You'll be fine. Besides, if Art approves of you, that's a great recommendation to have on your record."
If anything, my assurance made her more nervous. She fidgeted in her seat, frowning to herself. I wanted to comfort her, assure her of my absolute faith in her, but due to our far from platonic relationship, I couldn't risk it. She was also worried over the running-away-with-Lissa situation. That I could assuage.
"You'll be fine. The good in your record outweighs the bad."
"Thanks coach." She smirked, relaxing slightly.
"I'm here to help."
"You know what would really help?" Rose teased.
Hugging you? Perhaps kissing you? Ignoring my thoughts, which were spiraling in a dangerous direction, I managed a distracted Hmm as reply.
"If you turned off this crap music and put on something that came out after the Berlin Wall went down." Oh, Roza. I had been playing Prince just to get on her nerves, and she finally noticed.
"Your worst class is history, yet somehow, you know everything about Eastern Europe." I laughed, trying to ignore my disappointment at her not wanting me. Good God was I pathetic!
"Gotta have material for my jokes, Comrade." She quipped.
Biting my lip again, I switched the dial to country. She didn't exactly say what to change to. Her expression was priceless. Damn! I had to start carrying my camera from now on.
"Hey!" She exclaimed, outraged. "This isn't what I had in mind." She looked so adorable, it took every ounce of my willpower to not lean over and hug her..
"Pick. It's one or the other." I teased, glad to have my Roza back.
"Go back to the 1980's stuff." She grumbled, pouting slightly. So cute!
We drove in comfortable silence for sometime after that. But, since it was Rose, the silence couldn't last long. "Comrade?", she nudged after fifteen minutes. Fifteen, I was shocked! "Could we stop for food? I'm hungry."
"We're on a schedule, Rose", I replied, but headed towards the nearest McDonalds anyway.
"Come on!", she whined, and began to list why I shouldn't deprive her of "healthy food" and how it would be my fault if she fainted in front of Art.

We bickered till we reached McDonalds. After one look at the golden arch, she flashed me her dazzling smile. Goddamn it, where was my camera! Surprising me with a quick hug, she jumped out of the car, beelining for the door. I followed, chuckling, trying to convince myself that I was happy because of Roza's antics, not because of our hug.

This is another POV of a scene from Frostbite and not an original. Hope you enjoy! Oh, and review, please!