Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the moment of insanity that led to a slasher fangirl becoming insprired by one of the few straight characters in a slashy series. Just goes to show that anything really can happen.

Tani's note: I was re-reading some of the earlier books of the manga when suddenly Diana of all people latched onto me and simply wouldn't let go. Thankfully, she didn't have anything long in mind, so I gladly complied with her wishes. So here it is. Hope you like it, and please do review if the spirit should strike you. Thanks in advance!

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"Diana? Dee Dee… Wake up. Please wake up…"

Diana Spacey opened her eyes to find herself in a world of pain. Grimacing, she did a swift mental check of the origins of that pain. Broken arm, sprained ankle, assorted cuts and bruises. Nothing too serious, she concluded, finally allowing herself to acknowledge the other place that she found herself in. Lt. Berkley Rose's arms. Her addiction.

Looking up into his concerned face, she found that just the sight of him was enough to allow her to muster a weak smile despite her pain. It always worked like that. No matter how much she hurt, she could always smile for him.

He smiled in return, a tight thing, filled with worry for her and only her. That smile was enough to make all the pain disappear. It was a drug like none other. For once she was the only thing on his radar screen, the only person he saw. She lived for times like these. Times when she was important, times when she mattered as something more than just another game piece in his great chessboard of life.

It seemed like she'd loved him forever now. Maybe if she stopped, traced it back all the years, maybe there would be a starting point somewhere in there. She didn't do it though. There was really no point. It didn't matter to her how or why it was that she loved him. All that mattered was that he was at all the turning points in her life.

It was at his prompting that she'd started to train in martial arts when all the other girls were into ballet and tap-dancing. It was because of him that she'd become a cop in the first place. And when she'd been offered a job with the FBI, he was the one that she'd turned to for guidance. To her, he was the turning point. He was everything that had shaped her life. She wanted, she needed, to be close to him in whatever way she could. It was a compulsion that she gladly gave in to.

Even if the only time she could make him jealous was when she got between him and the one he truly wanted. Even if the only benefits she got from him were those of a best friend. Even if the only times she could be held in his arms were times like this, when her body was battered and her soul bruised. Diana Spacey would take what she could get. And if she sometimes meddled in his romantic affairs, if sometimes her listening ear was a little too far extended, if she held the FBI record for most times injured, well, who could blame her?

Lt. Berkley Rose was the turning point in her life and she would do whatever it took to be close to him. And if someday that meant dying, just to be held in his arms that final time, then she would do it without regret. Maybe some would say it was an unhealthy addiction, but she wouldn't give it up for the world.

-Owari