Rose's soft hands run over my chest and down my stomach as her lips dominate mine, tugging and nipping at my lips. I run my finger through her hair and hold her face to mine, my other hand gripping her waist as she moves on top of me. The end of my trip looming over us and neither of us wants it to end.

"I don't want to go," Rose whines as I roll the two of us over and resting over top of her. I move my lips down her neck and press my lips against her collarbone, running my tongue over the dip in her skin. "Roza. You have to go, but I'll be coming with you today," I say soothingly, but I know that it wouldn't be enough. Rose wraps her leg around mine and pulls me back down on her, her hands finding purchase in my hair as she pulls my mouth back to hers.

The feeling of Rose rock up against me is delicious and I move to pull her shirt over her head when her alarm clock goes off, both of us stilling and groaning. I reach over and turn it off, leaning down to peak the pout that has formed on her face.

"Nope, don't go," Rose moans, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I brace myself over her and rub the tip of my nose along the side of hers before kissing her cheek. "Baby, we have to get up."

Rose groans and loosens her grip around me as I slide out of bed, pulling my shirt over my head and handing her a pair of sweatpants. Rose begrudgingly steps into them before tugging a sweater over her head, trying to cover the arousal showing where her nipples stand against the fabric of her tank top. I pull her towards me and kiss her again deeply, moulding her body to mine before letting go.

Although not quick enough because Christian flings the door open and shouts, "Tuck it back in! You're going to be late!" before closing it again. I groan and let my head fall to rest on Rose's shoulder, holding her to me so that she doesn't storm out of the room.

"Don't yell, he's just being Christian," I mumble into her shoulder, giving her side a supportive squeeze. Rose huffs and places her hands on my shoulders, rubbing them up and down before stepping away and walking out of the bedroom towards the kitchenette. I follow out of the bedroom to find Christian and Lissa sitting on the couch, both dressed and ready to start the day.

Christian raises a brow at me and snickers at me and I walk over and cuff the back of his head lightly, shaking my head at him. Christian mocks rubbing the back of his head while I walk over to wear Rose is standing and take a piece of toast from her, kissing the side of her head.

I walk from one desk to another helping answer questions Rose's classmates have about translation and pronunciation. But Professor Pytor was right that only a handful of people can grasp full sentences, Rose and Lissa being two of them.

I stop as a young woman sticks her hand up and I lean down to answer her question. "Is this written currently?" the woman asks, pointing to a line written on her page. I look down at it and force my laugh not to escape my lips as I read the sentence written.

"Yes, it is," I reply biting the inside of my lip. My eyes flick up to Rose who is sitting behind us with a curious expression on her face while Lissa and Christian talk quietly between them, trying to integrate Russian into their conversation.

"So? Do you want to grab a drink after class?" the woman asks as she flicks her hair blonde hair over her shoulder. I look back over at Rose and she is looking back at me with raised brows, an amused smirk on her face.

I look back down at her, catching the necklace around her neck before looking back at her. "Heather, is it?"

The woman, Heather, smiles coyly and leans forward on the table and looks up at me in a look that should be alluring, but her heavily coated eyelashes make her look fake. "I will have to decline that invitation, I am leaving this evening," I say politely.

Heather tilts her head and scribbles her phone number down on the corner of her page and rips it off. "Maybe the next time you're down this way?" she says holding the paper towards me between two fingers.

I chuckle lightly and shake my head. "I'm sorry, but I happen to be engaged to one of your classmates," I say standing up straight and moving around the desk and up the step. I shake my head when Rose sticks her hand up and crosses her legs while staring down at me. I lean down and Rose copies Heather and flicks her hair over her shoulder.

"Hey cowboy, want to grab a drink after class?" Rose says, trying to mimic the pitch of Heather's voice. I let my laugh slip out at her behaviour. I can see Heather and the woman sitting beside her turn to look at us. I bring my attention back to Rose and see the grin on her face.

"Roza, you are a terror," I say to her with a smile, letting my accent slip out heavier than I do on a daily basis. Rose gives me another cheeky grin. "I know. And yet, you still put a ring on it," Rose says in a normal volume. I shake my head at her and stand back up straight.

"Yes, I did. By the way, you spelt biblioteka wrong."

Rose snorts a laugh and fixes her mistake as I make my way through the room helping the rest of the student, fighting the smile that is one my face.

I take another deep breath and go through the paperwork on the desk in front of me again. Something isn't adding up with this Guardians report about what happened with his elderly charge. I get up and fill my coffee cup again and sit back down, tilting my head back against the chair. I really dislike mandatory reports, but they have to be done.

My phone rings and buzzes against my desk and I reach down to pick it up, not looking at the caller ID. "Belikov."

The other side of the phone is quiet for a moment, "Dimitri?" I sit up straight and place my arm against the desk. "Lissa?"

"Oh Dimtri! It happened so fast! Rose handled it but she hit her head again and I don't know what to do!," Lissa exclaims into the phone through her tears. I take a deep breath and move the mouse on my computer, pulling up the incoming accident reports. So far there is nothing.

"Lissa, I need you to tell me exactly what happened."

Lissa sniffles and takes a few deep breathes, hiccupping due to her tears. "Rose and I were walking back from our last class. Meyers has the night off so we thought if we cut behind the Economics building it would be faster but a couple of guys rushed us."

"Were they human?" I ask as I write everything down and force myself to stay in Guardian mode instead of worried fiancée.

"Yes. I've seen them on campus before, sometimes I've seen them in class. Rose told me to run but I got scared and didn't want to leave her behind, and it distracted her," Lissa explains and I finish writing before rubbing my hand over my mouth. "Lissa, give me a moment."

I wave Hans over as he walks by and slide the notepad to him. Hans looks down at it and reads it over and nods at me. "I want Jefferson and Andrews to head out there. Call Meyers and make sure he knows the situation," Hans says as he heads back to his office.

"Lissa?"

"I'm still here," she says quietly.

"Where are you?"

"Rose and I are at the hospital on campus. One of our classmates was heading to the commons and saw what was happening. I guess a male presence scared them off, stupidly enough," Lissa says, and I shut down the station I'm at and head out of the building, shrugging my duster on as I go. "Dimitri, please don't tell Christian. I want to tell him myself."

Not telling him feels like I'm lying, but I have to respect Lissa's wishes. I tell Lissa that I'm on my way and that I'll be there soon, and not to leave the hospital until I get there.

I meet Andrews and Jefferson at the gate and climb into the car, nodding to Andrews as she gets into the driver seat. We pull up to the security checkpoint and give the Guardian there our letter stating where we are going, who all is in the vehicle and the purpose of us leaving.

I never thought about the statement. Hans said to send Andrews and Jefferson, but never said anything about me leaving. But I wouldn't be able to sit here in court knowing that something had happened.

"Belikov," the station Guardian says, "I hope your girl is ok. Keep us updated," he says handing the letter back to Andrews. We pull away from court and begin the drive.

"I'm sure Rose will be fine. She's an outstanding Guardian," Jefferson pipes up from the backseat, resting his hand on my should and squeezing it in sympathy. I nod to myself at his statement. She is going to be fine.

She has to be.

I approach the front desk at the hospital, startling the young man working there.

"I'm here to see Rose Hathaway," I state, drumming my fingers on the counters. "Are you family?"

"I'm her fiancée," I say and he nods before typing in the computer.

I wait a few minutes as he searches on the computer, and I watch Andrews and Jefferson subtly look around the main entrance. "Your fiancée is in trauma room five, she is currently waiting for sutures and a neuro exam," the man says, pointing me in the right direction.

I thank him and head down the hall until I find the room she is in and opens the door, breathing a sigh of relief when I see Lissa standing against the wall. My eyes fall down to Rose who is seated on the gurney and her eyes meet mine.

"You called him?" Rose hisses to Lissa. Lissa rolls her eyes and throws her a look. "You know I had to call him, besides, I figured he should be here. Besides, you would have waited a week to tell him to avoid him coming all the way here. You also wouldn't have told him you got stabbed," Lissa retorts and I freeze.

"Stabbed?! Lissa, you told me she hit her head!" I exclaim. Lissa bites the corner of her mouth and blushes. "I didn't want to tell you that over the phone! I knew you would have been stressed out enough."

I shake my head and move closer to Rose, resting my hand on her leg and she flinches. I lift my hand off and pull the blanket back from her leg, exposing the large bandage over the inside of her leg.

"I don't think it is as bad as it looks," a voice says from behind me and I turn to see the classmate that was ogling Rose the last time I was here. I look over the man standing before me and take in the blood on his jeans.

"Ben," he says, extending his hand to me. I shake it to be polite before returning my attention to Rose. I cup her face gently and tilt her head up, looking in her eyes and feeling the base of her skull. "Where did you hit your head," I ask gently.

Rose rolls her eyes and huffs. "I hit it in the same place I hit it last time," she says meekly. My hands still in her hair and I flick my eyes down to hers. The blow to the back of her head almost two years ago was horrific, and it could have caused severe brain damage.

"Did you tell the doctor what happened?" I ask as I move my hands back up and palpate the crown and occipital bone. Rose winces when my fingers make contact with the tender flesh and I whisper an apology.

"If you mean did I tell the triage doctor that the last time I hit my head I was in a coma for two weeks, yes. I told them. They're going to send me for a scan once the neurologist gets here," Rose says, lifting her hands us and wrapping her fingers around my arms. I pull my fingers from her hair and cup her cheeks, leaning down to press my lips to her forehead.

A clearing of someone's throat pulls me out of my train of thought. "You were in a coma?" Ben asks Rose, shock clear across his face. Rose groans and leans back in the bed, careful of not hitting her head against the gurney.

I look over to see Lissa who looks exhausted and I stick my head out of the door. Andrews catches my eye and comes closer to the door. "Can you please take the Princess to a feeder, she is looking a little pale," I whisper and Andrews leans her head in.

"Lissa? Why don't we go get something to eat. You could use a break," Andrews says kindly. Lissa looks from me to Rose, to Ben, and then back to me with a small nod. Lissa picks up her bag and jacket before leaning down and hugging Rose, whispering she will be back soon.

Lissa walks by and places her hand on my arm. "Did you tell Christian?" she whispers and I shake my head with a frown. "No, but he will want to know what's going on."

Lissa gives me a small smile and steps out of the room. I go to sit on the edge of Rose's bed and take her hand in mine. "Ben you can go home now," I say not looking at him, my eyes trained on Rose.

"I don't mind waiting for Rose to be given the all-clear."

I flick my eyes up to him and narrow them slightly. Rose squeezes my hand and clears her throat. "Ben, it's ok. Really, you should go home. I will be here for a while, and Dimitri and take care of me plenty," Rose says firmly, looking over at Ben and giving me a firm look.

Ben looks at her and then at me, hesitating before nodding and leaving. I shake my head and look down at Rose who looks tired and worn out. Rose gives me a half-smile and looks up when the doctor comes in. He asks Rose a series of questions about what happened and the doctor palpates her head like I did, checking her eyes with a penlight and sending her up for a scan.

"You're her fiancée, correct?" the doctor asks and I nod. "What is Rose's overall health like?"

"Almost perfect. She broke her ankle about four years ago and had the accident just under two years ago. Her doctor then said that despite the coma, everything went as good as it could have been."

The doctor writes everything down and nods his head. He gestures for me to sit down and wait for Rose to come back, and I rest my head in my hands. God, Rose is such an accident magnet. What seems like hours later she's brought back in and told that someone will be by to do her stitches.

"Speaking of stitches. How did you get stabbed in the leg?" I say pulling my chair next to her bed. Rose sighs and shifts so that she is looking at me with a frown. "I'm not sure what exactly what happened. There were three of them and I was fine until one of them pulled out a pocket knife. It caught me off guard and I faltered. How stupid is that? I'm trained to kill Strigoi and was almost taken down by three humans. I'm pathetic."

I shake my head and run my hand over her side, hating that she feels like she failed. She didn't fail, she got caught off guard. Lissa didn't get hurt, and Rose did her job to protect Lissa. I lean down and press my lips to hers, cupping her face in my palm.

"You are not pathetic, you hear me? You did your job. You did not fail."

Rose bites her lips and closes her eyes, snaking her hand into mine and holding it tightly as we wait. I lift our hands to my lips and brush them against her torn and bruised knuckles.

"You'll make sure Croft gets my report," Rose says as she takes her bag from me. I look down at her and nod my head. I gently run the back of my fingers across the dark bruise marring her cheekbone. Rose was restless all night last night and barely got any sleep, and by that extension, I didn't get much either. Lissa and I tried to talk Rose out of going to class, but she was adamant that she wanted to go. I pull her to my chest and kiss her soundly, letting my hands caress her lower back soothingly. Rose sighs and rests back on her feet before stiffening up. I heard the yelling a moment later. I turn around to see Ben and three other students throwing fists, Ben surprisingly holding his own. Rose and I move forward at the same time, but I put my hand on her stomach and give her a look to stay.

I make it to the group just as another two people do, and I wrap my arm around Ben's shoulders and pull him away from the group.

"You sick sons of bitches! You're all fucking cowards! Who the fuck jumps two girls," Ben shouts as I drag him back. He fights against me and I quietly tell him to calm down. But he just gets more riled up.

"No. I will not calm down. These are the guys that jumped Rose and Lissa!"

I let go of Ben and look over to others who have gone pale. The congregation the formed to watch the fight were all quiet.

"We didn't jump them, we just startled them," one pipes up and I let a dark chuckle slip through my lips. It's not a sound I've ever heard come from me, but the rage I feel is volcanic.

"Didn't jump them? I sat in the hospital with my fiancée all night as she had her head stitched up and a stab wound treated," I say coldly. The one that spoke looks like he's going to faint. Rose comes to stand by my shoulder with Lissa, both of them starring at the three people that assaulted Rose.

Someone must have called school security and the three as brought out of the building. I turn to Rose and Lissa who are both still standing outside the classroom with Ben. "You know that the school is going to want a statement from the three of you," I say and they all nod. Rose brings her hand up to her head and rubs the heel of it against her forehead.

"Headache?"

Rose nods and blinks a few times. I turn her slightly and unzip her bag, pulling out her water bottle and medications the doctor prescribed before we left last night. I crack both open and drop the pills into Rose's hand before handing her the water. She gives me a small smile and pops them into her mouth and then down half the water bottle.

"Do you need me to stay?" I ask and she waves her hand at me. "No. Go home, Comrade. You are on the night shift and you have a long drive back. If my head feels worse I'll go home," she says softly, capping her bottle and wrapping her arms around my waist. I look over at Lissa and she nods, telling me that she will look after Rose. I kiss the top of Rose's head and squeeze her gently before pulling away.

"I love you, Roza," I say pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. Rose hums and leans into me for repeating the same and slips into the classroom with Lissa. Ben nods to me and heads towards the door, but I reach my hand out and place it on his shoulder.

"Thank you for what you did for Rose."

Ben gives me a smirk and nods, lifting his other hand up to shake mine. "Of course. No decent person would let something like that happen," he says before heading into his class. I sigh and lean my back against the wall beside the door, mentally composing myself and turning to head back to court.

Now I have even more paperwork to do.

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