I wasn't satisfied with how Break Down ended. I felt like I had cut it out. I also want to add more action in with Dimitri and Rose, so I had added on to it. This is it though, so enjoy.

When he closed the door, I laid back down on my bed to try to go get some sleep, but I couldn't. I taused and turned in my bed, but no matter what, I couldn't. Then the door reopened. Apparently knocking is overrated. I sat up in bed with guardian fast reflexes. Dimitri stood in the doorway, gazing at me with an expression I'd just seen before he left; compassion.

"Come on in." I said.

He came in and closed the door behind him. He took my chair- the Academy was bright enough to give me another chair after I broke the last one- and brought it to my bedside and sat down.

"I didn't think you were getting any sleep."

I shook my head. "I'm trying, but images flash in my mind." My throat suddenly felt tight and guilt was heavy in my chest. I wanted to cry again, but as always, I remind myself that Rose Hathaway doesn't cry infront of others, especially when Dimitri is around. I looked down to collect my emotions.

I felt Dimitri get up out of the seat and sat down at the edge of my bed, then he took me in his arms and I laid my head on his chest. I let out a sigh that was part sob.

"What do you see?" He asked.

I don't know what kind of therapy he's giving me, but I didn't want to talk about it. It's was bad enough that I can't stop thinking about it.

I shook my head. "Dimitri-"

"The only way you will feel better about this is by talking. If you don't want to talk to anyone about it, especially a therapist, then at least talk to me. I will always be here for you." There was a deep note to his voice as he said the last part.

Dimitri knows me better than anyone, besides Lissa, and I have a feeling he knows exactly what I am feeling– mainly because he went through it just a few years prior.

"Please talk to me." Dimitri said in a calm voice. He started rubbing his hands over my back and it felt natural to just lean into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead next to his heart.

I sniffed, and let the air come out my mouth. "What is it exactly that you want to know?"

He thought for a moment then spoke. "When you close your eyes, what do you see?"

I shivered and stiffened at the same time. "The moment when Isaiah lifted Mason in the air and broke his neck." Dimitri's arms tightened around mine in comfort. "How did you feel in that exact moment."

My throat never felt so tight before and when I spoke, my voice was shallow and tight. "Helpless. Isaiah had pushed me down so he could deal with Mason." I shook my head, tears falling from my eyes. "There was nothing I could do. Elena was watching me, making sure I didn't do anything while he was dealing with Mason, but there should have been something I could have done to save him…or at least try."

His hand stopped rubbing my back, but he didn't move. "There was nothing, Roza. You're a quick thinker; you're a smart and guile leader. If you didn't think of anything then, then there was nothing you could have done to save Mason. I'm proud of you. You did what you could have. You saved the others, including yourself. Be happy about that."

He is right, but it is so hard to come to terms with. Mason is gone. He was one of the only people –aside from Lissa and Dimitri– who actually believed in me.

I didn't respond, and as if he knew the inner turmoil that I was going through, his hand began rubbing my back again. Then he started speaking in Russian. I still didn't know what it meant- and I wished I did- but it was soothing, making me calm down.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. Him talking and rubbing my back, while I just stayed where I was at- laying my head on his chest. Soon though, he stopped talking but kept rubbing my back. I have no idea how long we stayed like that. It could have been ten minutes, could have been an hour. All I knew was that when Dimitri was by me, I felt more peaceful and more relaxed than I do around anyone else. If he was around, I knew all was well.

He wasn't called a god for no reason.

I sighed and my finger started tracing patterns on his shoulder blade. His posture seemed to sink down, like he was letting his guard down.

"You sure you want to stick around?" I asked. What I had meant, was 'you sure you want to be with me?'

"There isn't a place I'd rather be." He answered immediately, like there was no second guessing, so other thought.

"Sure there is." I said, pulling back to look him in the eye. His arms stayed around me though, and it felt wonderful. His dark brown eyes endless, but looking a little bit troubled.

"Mhm? And where is that place?" A half smile was tugging at the corner of his lip.

"In Russia, with your family."

He shrugged and that almost-half smile vanished. I was right.

"Tell me about Ivan." I said, being very gentle about saying it. This was a delicate topic, after all.

A muscle in his jaw twitched as he clenched his mouth shut. "I was away when it happened, you know that."

I got up and stood on my bed, my hands on his shoulders. It was my time to comfort him. I sat behind him. I sat down on my knees; my legs were on either side of him and I stud up- because he was so freaking tall- to massage his shoulders. I've been known to give one hell of a massage. It was needed now.

"I'm your therapist too, Comrade." I said, trying to lighten up the atmosphere that suddenly turned a little dark.

He sighed and said nothing. For a while I just massaged his shoulders. He had knots in them. He's been stressing a lot this week. Is his neck the same? My hands worked their way from the shoulder to the neck.

"Have you been stressed lightly?" I asked him in a casual tone.

He hesitated. "No."

"Liar." I said. "What's gotten you so stressed?"

"I've been worried."

"About what? I'm sure your family is safe." A smile was in my tone when I mentioned them. "And I'm sure the guardians aren't going to give you any crap about you telling me where the strigoi…were." That was my delicate topic.

He was quiet for a few moments. Then he turned his head to look at me. "I've been worried about you."

I gave him a sad smile and stopped massaging his neck. I lifted a hand up from his shoulder and traced the outline of his cheek and jaw with my index finger; my eyes following my finger, but his eyes were on mine- I could feel him watching me. My finger stopped at the middle of his chin and went up to his lips and I traced his bottom lip. Finally, I looked at him and brought my hand back down to his neck.

"Don't." I said, looking him in the eyes gently with another sad smile. "I can take care of myself."

He gave me a wistful half smile. I always get a half smile. "We say that a lot."

"We as in guardians?"

"You and me."

My gaze fell to the nap of his neck where my hand is. He lifted my chin up and I looked him back in the eyes. "But we are here for each other now."

I nodded in agreemeant, but my gaze fell down to my hand again.

"Roza."

I looked back up at him.

"Don't tell me to not worry about you. That's never going to happen."

It was my turn to return the half smile. "Then don't tell me not to worry about you."

Usually he would laugh, but this time as he looked at him, his eyes flickered down to my lips as he tipped his head up- I was still on my knees, which made me slightly taller than him at the moment. I leaned down and our lips met.

My hands went from his neck to the side of his face. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding over his bottom lip. He turned around, not breaking the kiss, and wrapped his arms around me. He gently laid me down on the bed as one of his arms slid down my waist, over my hip and down my thigh. He stopped at my knee and pulled back.

Our eyes locked and the message was clear. Not yet.

He sat up and I did too, but that doesn't mean I was done. I went back to the position was in before we started kissing. I secretly hoped it would end the same way. I glanced at my clock and I only hand an hour and a half before the doctor was sure to be awake.

I resumed massaging his shoulders and his neck.

"Tell me." I said, and he knew what I was asking. Ivan.

"I was away." He paused. "There was an ambush at a party he was at. He was on his way home when the strigoi attacked."

"How…many?"

"Three. There were two guardians. Only one survived. I got the memo as soon as the surviving guardian was in the hospital." Dimitri's shoulders became stiff again. I didn't like that. I don't know what gave me the courage to do it, but I leaned down and kissed his neck, right below his earlobe and made a trail down to the nape of his neck.

His shoulders loosened up. "Mhm." He moaned. "Roza."

I kept the smile off my lips and lifted my head back up to resume what I was doing. I continued my Rose-Therapy. "What were your thoughts when you got the news?"

He stiffened again, but not as much. "Similar to what you were thinking: if I were there, I could have saved him and possibly the others. I beat myself up for taking a break."

Dimitri and I are so similar. We thought the same, but he was careful where I was reckless. And he was reckless where I was careful- in most situations.

"We have to open up more." I realized. My hands moved down his spine, slowly and he curved it for me, so I could get the vertebra.

"I will, if you will." He bargained.

"If it was with anyone else, I'd say fuck off. But with you, deal."

He chuckled. I worked my way back up to his neck. When I got there, I smoothed out his shirt and laid on my bed. He turned and looked at me. I gazed at him.

"I love you." I said. I don't know what made me say it right then. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, or maybe it was something to do with those eyes of his. Those eyes that I loved more than anything in the world.

He brought the rest of his body on my bed and laid beside me, never breaking eye contact. His arms encircled me and I scooted over to make more room. He scooted near me, making the embrace closer. He brought his lips over and kissed my forehead, my nose, my cheeks and finally my lips.

Its true when they say that I have a short attention span. With Dimitri, that no longer applies. I can never get tired of him. His lips were sweet against mine in an almost loving way. I melted into the kiss and sighed. My tongue grazed his bottom lip and he opened up, granting entrance. My tongue slid over his teeth and gently grazed his tongue, making a battle for dominance. One of his hands ventured down from my waist to my thigh and back up again. He repeated that a few times. We kept kissing and it was… amazing. He is amazing.

The way he held me, it felt right. Like home, but as always Dimitri broke it, but his lips went to my forehead and he kissed me there. Our breathing was labored as his fingers stroked my hair. I laid my head on his chest. I glanced at my clock and saw that we only had ten minutes left before the doctor would be up.

We lay there, catching our breath and in the comfort of each other's arms. In his chest, I could hear the steady beat- well, it was beating a little faster than normal- of his heart.

I closed my eyes and I felt exhaustion creep up on me. I guess when I was with someone I trusted and felt safe around, I let my guard down and things tend to show up. As I closed my eyes, I knew that if I fell asleep, I wouldn't be having nightmares, I'd be dreaming.

And that's the way it should be. The way Dimitri wanted it.

I woke up, stretching in my bed and arms holding me to Dimitri's chest; my arm also tingled.

My heart melted. He didn't leave.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Afternoon."

I blinked. "What? I only closed my eyes."

Dimitri laughed out right. "Me too." I looked at him and he seemed so relaxed. "I slept well."

I smiled at him. "I didn't have a nightmare."

He smiled back and brought his lips down to mine and kissed me. "Keep it that way." He said when he broke it.

I nodded.

"How's the arm?"

"It's fine. I don't think I need to see the doctor."

"Can I at least patch it up?"

I nodded. He moved and I got off his chest. He got up and helped me up. He entwined our fingers and led me to the bathroom. He went through my small medicine cabinet. "Comrade, the band-aids are in the infirmary. I'm fine. Really."

Dimitri gave up on looking in the medicine cabinate- mainly because there were only small band-aids, hydrogen peroxide, tape and gauws in it. He gently lifted my arm up and persualed my arm.

"Roza, you need stitches. The gashes are pretty big."

I wanted to argue, but last night was wonderful and I really don't want to ruin the mood. So, with a sigh, I agreed and allowed him to lead.

We walked side by side to the infirmary. We weren't touching, but it was enough for me for now.

It turned out I need a lot of stitches. The doctor, thankfully, didn't stitch up the gash that started from my finger. Instead she started where it was most 'critical.' I rolled my eyes when she said that. Dimitri smirked, knowing what I was thinking.

Just as she was finishing, Dimitri's cellphone went off. He stepped out of the room to answer it. The doctor was finished in less than two minutes.

"You may go." She said. "Just keep ice on it. It will help the bruising."

I nodded and thanked her. I stepped out of the room to see Dimitri sitting down at the waiting area. He got up when he saw me coming.

"I've got a meeting with Guardian Petrov. She says it's important. (A/N: mmm, can you guess what the meeting is about?) I will see you later."

"Okay." I gazed at him. "Thank you for last night."

He shook his head. "No, Roza. I'm always here for you."

"And I'm always here for you, Comrade."

He smiled and with that, he was off. Headed for breakfast, determined to forgive myself and to open up, just as I had promised Dimitri I would.

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