A/N: So I had some of this written a few days ago, and I debated uploading it, because there was a natural break, but it was only like 800 words, and I know when I wait for updates I hate short ones. And for some reason I woke up this morning at nine and felt really awake, and my classes don't start until noon, so I decided to write more. So here you guys go!

Also, still don't own Homestuck!


"Excuse me?" Her face would have been hilarious if it wasn't for my current situation.

"I mean, just for a little while, so that I'm not constantly worried about you. I have enough room, and to be honest, I miss you." I tried to come up with any reason to get her to agree.

"Kan, I, uh… well…"

"Vriska!" A very excited Tavros rolled into the room at that moment, effectively stopping Vriska's stuttering.

"Tavros, hey." She responded, a look of relief flashing across her face.

"How are you? Wait, don't answer that, I'm sorry, that was stupid! I… um… I'm glad you're awake." His nervous sputtering caused Vriska to chuckle and roll her eye.

"I'm as good as I can be considering the conditions." She told him, causing a small smile to appear on his face. "So, I have to ask you a question." She stated suddenly.

"Oh, uh, ok. What's up?" He looked a little shocked at her statement.

"Were you the one who lodged the latest complaint against me?"

"What?" Confusion painted the Mohawked-boy's face.

"A complaint was lodged against me three days ago, I want to know if it was you." Her face was dead serious, and scared me a little. To her surprise, and mine, Tavros actually laughed at her statement. "What's so funny, hmm?" She seemed to be getting very angry at his response.

"Vriska, three days ago was when we played Call of Duty until four in the morning. The complaint was probably about you yelling that extremely long string of curse words into your microphone. Why would I complain about that if I was playing too?" He explained to her after he was done laughing. Shock flashed across her face, then a slight embarrassed flush.

"Riiiight…" She drew out the word, obviously not expecting that answer. She collected herself, then addressed Tavros again, "Well then, I owe you a huge thanks. Kanaya told me you're the reason the I'm here and not lying dead on my carpet." I shuddered at that mental image. "I guess you're not all that bad."

"It was nothing…" It was Tavros's turn to flush in embarrassment.

Suddenly my stomach audibly growled, causing the focus in the room to turn to me.

"Kan, when was the last time you ate?" Vriska asked me with a concerned look in her eye.

"Um, before I left Columbia…"

"Fussyfangs! Go and get something to eat. And don't worry about me; I've got Tavros to keep me company while you're gone."

"Fine. I'll be back soon." I got up from my seat and exited the room, a smile on my face when I heard the two of them laughing at something as I walked down the hall.


After a lunch of semi-edible hospital cafeteria food I made my way back to Vriska's room. I walked in to find her asleep and Tavros reading a book next to her.

"Hey. She fell asleep a few minutes ago. I have to leave, but I didn't want to leave her alone." He whispered, rolling up to me.

"Thank you. Really, for everything. You're the reason that she's still alive, and for that I owe you. If you ever need anything, and I mean anything, call me." I told him, sincerity lacing my words.

"It was nothing." He replied with a blush.

"To me, it was everything." I firmly told him. He smiled at that, and bid me goodbye. Sighing, I grabbed the chair that was on the left side of Vriska's bed and moved it over to the right, not wanting to be in her bind spot. Settling into the chair I grabbed my purse and took out the novel I was currently engrossed in. Losing myself in the book I didn't even notice when three hours went by.

"You're still reading those crappy vampire love stories?"

"Ahhh!" The blonde girl's question snapped me out of the world I was in, and caused me to throw the book up into the air, the paperback landing with a soft thud on the floor. "Vriska! You made me lose my place." I whined, picking up the book from the floor.

"I still can't believe you actually enjoy those books. I figured you'd grow out of that phase." She snickered.

"This coming from the twenty year old who still plays video games." I deadpanned back.

"Hey! One is never to old to play video games." She informed me, placing her hand on her chest in mock offence.

"Whatever you say." I chuckled. A silence descended over the room, not the comfortable silences we were used to, but an uncomfortable silence that I'm sure had to do with our last conversation.

"I've been thinking about what you asked me." Vriska was the one to break the silence.

"Yeah? And?" I asked, strangely nervous for her answer.

"Well, I think that maybe, just for a little bit, it would be nice to have someone to look out for me." She stared at her sheets while speaking, never once glancing towards me.

"So, you'll come back to Columbia with me?"

"Yeah Fussyfangs, I'll come back with you."


Vriska was discharged from the hospital a week later, once all of her wounds were past the "bleeding-constantly" stage and into the "healing-very-nicely" stage. She still had bandages covering her eye and shoulder, and I was instructed to help her remove them tomorrow morning, once we were in Columbia. Dr. Peixes gave me her personal cell phone number, and told me not to hesitate to call if anything came up. She also slipped me the number of a psychologist near campus "just incase". The thought of Vriska having a mental breakdown to the degree of needing therapy twisted my stomach into knots, but I took the number anyway.

Currently, I was driving Vriska back to her apartment to gather some things for her stay with me. Convincing the police to let us into the apartment was difficult, considering it was an active crime scene ever since Vriska reported the Eight-Ball-Bomb, but we explained that we wouldn't touch the living room, and eventually the cops agreed.

Parking in the small parking lot outside the building, we got out of the car, and I followed Vriska up the stairs and into her apartment. She unlocked the door, and, stepping around the roped-off scene, we made our way to her bedroom.

As we passed the living room I caught sight of dried blood spattered all over the room. Blood spray covered the couch, the coffee table, the lamp, but the worst was a pool of dried blood on the carpet where Vriska's body must have landed after the blast. The scene caused bile to rise in my throat, and I had to fight nausea at the thought of Vriska lying on her floor, bleeding and unconscious.

Thankfully we made it into Vriska's bedroom, and she quickly shut the door behind us. Wordlessly she started to pull out clothes and anything else she'd need. Her silence was worrying me, she didn't even ask me to help her pack, and eventually I couldn't take it anymore.

"Do you need me to do something?"

"Huh? Oh, I guess you could start putting everything in this bag." She tossed a large duffel bag towards me, and I set to my task. Packing up only took about a half an hour, during which Vriska still refused to strike up any conversation. Knowing that the girl normally talked my ear of, her silence made me wonder what was running through her head.

"One more thing." She told me once her clothes were packed. She made her way over to the TV in her room and tried to unhook her Xbox, which proved to be difficult with one hand.

"Alright, that's it." I couldn't take this anymore.

"What?" She snapped back.

"I'll do that. Just, sit down or something. You just got out of the hospital, you don't need to be doing anything now."

"I hardly doubt unplugging an Xbox can hurt me!"

"Move. Now." I ordered her, pointing at her bed.

"You don't even know what to do!"

"I think I can figure out how to unplug a machine. I'm not stupid!"

"I never said you were!"

"Then you know I can figure it out!"

"Why do you insist on doing everything for me! I'm not a child!"

"You could have fooled me! You're definitely as stubborn as one!" While yelling at each other we moved to be standing very close, only a few inches separating our faces. Unexpectedly Vriska's angry expression fell, replaced with an exhausted look.

"Fine." She said the one word, then turned to walk over to her bed. Her abrupt mood change startling me, I stood rooted in place until her voice shook me out of my paralysis. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Her question held no venom, but strangely I heard a hint of sadness.

"Right…" I quickly turned and started to unplug the system from the TV and the wall.