Saving Her: Chapter VI


Summary: Carter knows this is a good idea. She really does, because she's going to be saving Rosie, and anything after that just doesn't register. CarterxRosie

Author's Note: Okay, no, I'm going to have to stick to my Tuesday Updates. Lols I'm down with swine flu (no, seriously) so I haven't been able to write at all! Sorry all :[

Disclaimer: I do not own Princess Rosalinda/Rosie Gonzalez, Carter Mason, or Princess Protection Program and all affiliated characters and environments. They are the property of Disney in conjunction with Annie DeYoung :]


Rosie may have been a princess, but she had never acted so unlike a princess in her entire life.

Presently she, Ed, and Majour Mason were sitting in the briefing room of the Princess Protection Program headquarters, relaying the entire situation to The Director and her assistant. The curly haired Russian had an expression on her face that was currently pressing every button Rosie had.

Nonchalance.

"You do not understand!" She burst, to the great surprise of everyone in the room. Her chair screeched on the marble tiles, her palms slamming flat against the conference table in front of her. "General Kane must have her somehow! I know this!"

"Rosie—"

The irritated princess turned to the Majour next to her. "You know I am correct in saying this Majour Mason! You know Carter; this is something that she would do!"

The Majour sighed, rubbing his sinuses. A moment of tense silence passed, and then he nodded.

"Rosie's right. Carter's been known to stick her nose everyplace it shouldn't be. Carter's become very attached to Rosie; she must've planned something to keep her here."

A warm feeling spun in Rosie's chest at the Majour's words; as she listened to him say how much Carter cared about her. If only he knew how much she cared as well…how much she loved—

"I do anderstand that, Princess. However, since she iz not a princess 'erself, zere iz not much zat ve can do unless ve 'ave evidence zat she vas in fact taken to Costa Luna or Costa Estrella."

"But—!"

"I understand, Director." Majour Mason stood then, preparing to leave, and Rosie's lips parted in shock. She turned to Ed, desperate. He too stood, his eyes darting back and fourth between the Majour and the Princess.

"Mr. Mason—"

"C'mon kids. Thank you for your time, Ma'am." The tone in Mason's voice left no room for argument. Ed watched sadly as Rosie visibly withered, walking into his side as they quietly left the room. The Russian nodded at them with a small smile, and the door closed with a quiet 'whoosh'.

Rosie obediently followed the light-haired man out the twisting hallways of the dark headquarters, through the many hidden doorways and finally into the large steel doors of the hidden elevator. As soon the doors slid open into the cool oceanfront air, Rosie pounced.

"Majour Mason, I do not understand! How can you simply walk away when we still do not have Carter! You do not care that she is in danger?!"

Mason turned around, sighing, running a frustrated hand over his short honey-brown hair.

"Rosie, listen, please." He sounded worn, and for a moment Rosie felt badly about the way she had spoken. For a moment. "Of course I care. But what am I supposed to do? We don't know where she is, the Director can't help without proof that she's even anywhere near the sister islands, and for all we know Carter could be sitting at home right now wondering where we are."

"But they had seen him take her!"

"How do we know we can trust their word? Those kids lie at the drop of a hat. And Carter's been so unpredictable her entire life; she used to pull stunts like this all the time after her mother—"

A hiss of air escaped through the Majour's teeth, and he visibly deflated. Even Ed looked away, shuffling his weight to his other foot. He remembered, too.

Rosie bit her lip at the sudden sadness in the air. "I am sorry." She mumbled into the sand.

The Majour sighed, shaking his head with a smile. "It's okay." He pulled the tall, dark-haired boy to his other side as he tucked Rosie under his arm, hands on both their shoulders.

"Chin up, kids. We'll find her." He sighed again as he watched the teary princess and her weary friend clamber into the back of the waiting helicopter, huddling together after a long night. His fists clenched.

"I promise."


Author's Note: See you next Tuesday!