A/N Here we are, another chapter. I'm surprised at how fast I'm putting these up. Anyway, off we go…

Disclaimer: Well, I sued for the rights for Vampire Academy, but they told me that I would never own it. So therefore, I don't own VA, Richelle Mead does. However, I do own a full set of the books and all my characters, so you could technically say I do…

There was no way I was getting out of it. I'd appealed to the Court representative here in England, I'd written to the Guardian Council, I'd gotten Alex to make calls, and still I had to go. We'd even tried to get Alex's aunt to talk to the queen, but all to no avail. I was stuck-I had to go to America, or risk losing my job.

So, it was with a heavy heart that I packed my bags. It'd had been a good excuse to go shopping, which ended up with me and Dom in a naughty lingerie shop, and Alex somewhere in a Garden centre. I'm still not quite sure how that happened, to be honest… Then there had been the whole fuss about finding my passport, which was found in the bathroom cabinet, of all places. Yeah, our house is pretty much a mess-two guys and one girl does not a tidy house make.

Basically, our whole lives had been upturned. I didn't like leaving Alex with only one Guardian. As good as Dom was, I was happier when I knew I was there to protect him. I might not have enjoyed my job, but I always tried my damnedest to make sure everyone was safe. Dom was physically huge, so I had no worries about him being capable, but all things being equal, I'd rather I was still home. Dom was the older brother I'd never had, especially as Yelena didn't like him either. Like me, he had a "scandalous" parentage. His mother was a Moroi, but his father was human. Dom was the result of a one night stand, and so he had no clue who his father was. He just knew he was black, which was why he had such gorgeous colouring. He was very close to his mum and step dad, though, and they'd supported him when he'd realised he was bisexual. He was an excellent Guardian, and he, Alex and I had become very close. Probably because of the random stuff we'd done in University (I believe staging a mock trial in a lecture we weren't supposed to be in was involved. Ah, Uni…). Maybe it had something to do with the fact we constantly killed Strigoi together, too.

I pressed my lips together, willing myself not to cry as I looked around my room for the last time in a year. It looked forlorn without my stuff. I mean, Alex's stuff was scattered around, but my things were prettier, and it looked as if I didn't even exist. I gave a sad smile, and turned my back, lugging my giant suitcase behind me. I made my way to the car, stowing my luggage in the boot, before sliding into the passenger seat, where Alex was waiting.

"I still don't get why I'm not allowed to drive your car." I grumbled to Alex. His black, shiny Aston Martin was his pride and joy, as well as the most ostentatious thing he owned, apart from the house, of course. "I mean, just because I got it scratched once! Or twice… But still!" I didn't really care about cars, I just liked driving. I'm a bit of a control freak.

Alex raised his eyebrows. "That is exactly why you're not going near my car." He told me. "You're a liability." I just gave him an innocent look.

I sighed, loudly, and tilted my head back to look at Dom, who was in the back seat, legs stretched out. "Stop digging your legs into my back!"

He kicked me. I glared at him, and gave him the finger. He kicked me again, harder this time, and I was just about to throw my carry on bag at him when Alex's hand wrapped around my wrist. "Stop it, you two. I'm just about to get off the driveway, and here you are, acting like children. You could have lost your passport!"

Dom went "Ooh, burn…" I reached into the backseat to try and grab him when I realised, while Alex had sounded a bit too much like a parent, he was right, we were acting like children. I slumped back into my seat, ignoring the comfort of the luxurious leather seats, as Alex backed out of the driveway.

As soon as we were on our way, I asked my most burning question. "You will send my motorbike over, right?" If the Aston Martin was Alex's baby, then my Triumph was mine. She was impractical, but I loved the rush I got when riding. Alex didn't need to say yes though; I knew he would through my inner sense.

He nodded, as he turned right at the roundabout. "Of course, what am I going to do with it, keep it as a display piece? I can't ride it."

"Her." I said absently. "She has a name-Scarlett."

"Um, you do realise it's an inanimate object, right?" Dom asked, his voice on the edge of laughter.

"She isn't to me." I responded, and decided to change the subject before me and Dom ended up in another fight. "I still can't believe we have to go all the way to Heathrow. I mean, there are tons of airports, but we have to go to the one that's, like, 3 hours away."

"They said it's because that's the only airport the Court pilot knows here." Dom remarked.

"And you know that's a lie." I'd "seen" it through a vision; sometimes I could almost… tune into people. I'd seen the queen decide to make me go out of my way to the airport, just because she could. "I mean, what pilot worth their salt doesn't know more than one airport in England?"

He shrugged. I guess he didn't know either. We were pretty much silent after that; me brooding over my new job, and the other two being remarkably quiet. If this was a normal trip, we'd be playing stupid games, and be trying to spot the best car. Instead, we silently cruised down the motorway, music playing softly in the background. About midway, we stopped for a bathroom break, and I was left to guard the bathroom door as both of them went in.

Alex came out first, and slipped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. He played with my long red hair while we waited, me scanning the corridor. Dom eventually emerged, and announced that he was heading for Starbucks, and did we want anything? I asked for a Mocha, and Alex declined. He disappeared, and Alex took my hand, taking me towards the bookshop. He stopped beside it, and pulling me into an embrace, began to kiss me. I responded happily, all the repressed frustration coming out. We were getting pretty hot, and had we been at home, I was sure clothes would have been flying off, as they had last night. We broke apart only when we needed to breathe, and I looked up at him, seeing the mutual frustration at not being able to do anything about the situation in his eyes.

"I don't want you to go." He told me, his voice sad and angry at the same time.

"I don't want to go." I replied. I would have said more, but Dom reappeared, two steaming drinks in his hand. I took mine gladly, and looked at Dom this time. "You will look after Chloe, for me won't you? And look out for Cassie-I know she's human, but I want her safe. And check on my mum and dad, both of you. And, just take care of yourselves, alright?" I gabbled.

"Definitely. We'll make sure everyone's safe. Your best friends will be fine. By the way, what did you tell Cassie?" Alex questioned.

"I just said I got this great job offer in America and made up some stuff." I shrugged. "It wasn't that hard." No, it hadn't been that hard, but I didn't really like lying to one of my friends. Cassie was human, and I'd met her in University. We'd gotten on together so well that we were still friends. Obviously, she had no clue who or what I really was, but she was a very good friend. Chloe was my best friend from the Academy, and she was Moroi. I'd wanted to be her Guardian, but although she was well off, she wasn't royal, so she only got one guardian, not me.

We piled back into the car and were off on our way again. It started to rain, heavily, and the pitter-patter sound broke up the silence. We got there with enough time to spare, so I could say my goodbyes properly. I'd said goodbye to my parents and friends, and Ariana yesterday, and asked them not to come to the airport. I probably wouldn't go if I had to say goodbye to everyone.

I dragged my case behind me, and hitched my carry on bag up my arm. I had no stakes anywhere in my luggage, because I had to go through security. The Court had promised to provide my weapons. Dom had his arm around my shoulders, and Alex held my free hand. I felt stronger like that; I'd be gone for a year, but they'd be waiting for me.

When I eventually got to check in, I turned to them. "Well, this is it. I'm gonna miss you guys."

They nodded, and Alex spoke up. "So you'll call, okay? And remember, we're all coming to visit you in a couple of weeks, so we won't be too far away."

"Yeah, only a long plane ride away." I grouched. "Goodbye." I said sadly, and turned to go, rolling my case behind me. I reached the check in point and looked back. They were still there. I waved, and blew a kiss, struggling not to let out the sob that was building. It wasn't fair.

A/N And we're done. Please give me feedback, even if it's only one word. I'm feeling unloved. And I'm exhausted-I've had so much work, but it's all fun so that's good. By the way, do you love the new My Chemical Romance song as much me? It's awesome!