This just a small little one-shot that I was playing with while trying to gain more inspiration for ALTMALTD this morning. Hope you enjoy the fluff!
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I am running towards the opening of the cave, trying to ignore the screams of the guardians who have faltered and fallen. Just keep running Rose, you're going to make it. As I cross the threshold into the sunlight, I turn around to meet Dimitri. But instead of him being directly behind me, he is in the clutches of the blonde-haired strigoi. I lurch forward to help him but arms wrap around me, pulling my back from the mouth.
"You have to let me go! I have to help him!" I cry out, thrashing against the arms that are holding me back. But they turn into a vice grip around me.
"We have to go Hathaway. He's dead," Stan says pulling me away from the cave. I scream at him to let me go, for the other to help him but none of them are listening. When I look back at where he laid on the cave floor there is nobody, and for a moment I feel relief that he got away. Catching movement to the left of me I snap my head in that direction and feel my blood run cold in my veins.
There stands Dimitri, plan and his brown eyes glowing with crimson.
"You should have run Roza," he drawls.
Jolting awake, I take a moment to breathe after reliving that horrid day in the caves. My heart is racing in my chest and I feel like it's going to burst out if it doesn't slow.
I start to roll onto my back when a hard, warm wall stops me. No, I shouldn't say a wall as walls do not have arms, and they definitely do not nuzzle against your neck, breathing out hot air.
"What's wrong, Roza?" Dimitri asks quietly, his voice muffled against my neck and he pulls me closer to him, holding in a gentle but firm grip. I roll over in his arms as best as I can to look at him, his beautiful eyes barely open as he looks at my face. He lets go of me with one arm and brings his hand up to my face, cupping my cheeks and wiping away hot tears that I hadn't realized had fallen. I take a shaky breath, trying to keep my voice level.
"I had a dream about the caves, about watching Nathan dragging you away. I felt so helpless, and it felt so real. It felt like I was back there standing in the sun, fighting against Alto and my mom to get back to you." I say as the tears start to pour down my face, unable to contain my pain and anxiety.
Dimitri moves back to look me straight on his face showing his guilt, but also his pain of thinking about that day.
"Roza, that was five years ago. I am right here, and I am not going anywhere. You're stuck with me." He says, trying to put a little humour into his words, while placing his large hand on top of my swelling stomach, rubbing the spot where his daughter has pushed up with her foot in annoyance of all the fuss.
I place my hand on top of his and take a deep breath. Since becoming pregnant I have been overrun by hormones and vivid dreams, sometimes so vivid I have to wait a few moments when I wake up to see if I am actually awake.
I wipe my face and try to pull myself together as Dimitri continues to rub small circles on my belly, trying to not only soothe our baby but soothe me with the gesture.
"If it weren't for that day, this beautiful miracle would not be possible. So much would not be possible if I hadn't been turned. People would still be living in fear of the Strigoi, and those who have been restored would still be Strigoi. Even in the most horrible of circumstances, there is always a way to see the light".
I look into his eyes and know that every word that he said is true. We would not have been able to conceive if he hadn't been turned and Sonya Karp would still be walking around as a mindless monster.
"It has been a long time since you've given me a Zen Lesson, Comrade," I say and I settle back down into bed, laying my forehead against his chest and I pull myself as close to as possible with my large stomach between us. He chuckles and wraps his arms back around me and kisses the top of my head.
"Sometimes we all need a Zen lesson to get us through the night," he says, resting his cheek on my head.
I closed my eyes and breathe in the faint smell of his aftershave and fall into a dream of my Russian God chasing a small girl with long curls through the park