I still don't own

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Anya sat quietly, leaning against the ships railing for support. Why did he get so upset? She stood slowly, stretching. I wish Vlad were here… She looked up at the stars, wishing she had never brought anything up to begin with. She was too stubborn.

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Dimitri sat on his bed with his back towards the door thinking hard. He shouldn't have snapped at Anya, all he wanted was to be with her and he had ruined everything in less than ten minutes of having her. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"Guess I should pack..." He said to the empty room.

He thought back to his life before Anya...before Vlad, and shuddered. Hope I don't end up like that again... Good thing he didn't tell her. He moved to pack his bags.

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He still hadn't come back. I hope I didn't upset him too bad…maybe I should go check up on him...he could have just fallen asleep…Vigorously rubbing her hands on her arms in an attempt to warm herself, she headed back.

Reaching his room she reached to open the door when Dimitri opened it. She jumped back, startled. Just apologize…

"Hey, I just wanted to..." She noticed the bags Dimitri was carrying.

"You're leaving? Why"

"I don't want to upset you anymore than I have. You deserve better. I should have never-"

"Never what? Never saved me?"

"No…I should have never stayed with you afterwards…you had your grandmother to look after you…"

"I'm glad you stayed." He can't leave…

"Well, It'll be better when I'm gone."

He moved to pass her, but didn't expect her to pull him into a tight hug.

"I'm sorry…"

He almost didn't hear the apology.

"Why?"

"I shouldn't have pushed…I just really wanted to know…I feel like I'd be able to accept myself as Anastasia better, but if you don't want to tell me…I don't want you to tell me…I'm sorry I keep pushing you away" He could hear the tears in her voice.

Dimitri dropped his bags and squeezed her tight, feeling guilty.

"No…" Dimitri started, "I shouldn't keep secrets…"

Anya looked up at him. She had been crying. "You'll tell me?"

"Tomorrow."

He pulled her inside, kicking his bags back into the room, and led them to his bed.

"You're not going to unpack?" Anya asked worriedly.

"Tomorrow," he replied with a smile, "but we won't be on the ship long…maybe a few more days."

"I don't care…it makes me uneasy…"

Dimitri got up, walking over to his bags, opened them and dumped the contents onto the floor. Anya grinned widely as he made his way back to her.

"Thank you," she said as she placed a kiss gently on his forehead. He stood; stripping his shirt and pants off, Anya felt her face get warm.

"Do you want to borrow one of my shirts? I know your nightwear is in your room…"

Was he implying that she'd sleep in his bed with him tonight? She felt her heart skip a beat. Nothing to be excited about…She mentally lectured herself.

"Oh, no I'll stay in these." She gestured to her current clothing.

He laughed.

"Ok, suit yourself."

He laid down next to her, facing the ceiling. Anya adjusted herself under the covers with him, trying to be close, but not too close. She didn't expect herself to be so nervous around him. She sneaked a peak at him after working up the courage, his eyes were closed. She sighed and closed her own eyes wondering what tomorrow would hold…