Disclaimer- I don't own any of the characters. The characters all belong to the amazing Rachelle Mead.

CPOV:

It was early morning, so in other words, the sun was starting to go down. I stared at Rose's body lying on the hospital bed. I had seen her in here so many times (They actually removed the room number from the door and hung a sign saying Rosemarie Hathaway.), but this time it was worse than the others. This time I was the reason I was in here. If I hadn't lit Dimitri on fire, her whole front wouldn't have been burned.

I looked over at Lissa, who was lounging on a chair, she was staring at me a look of disbelief on her face, "Your right, it is your fault she's in here," she said.

I sighed, "I know. How did you know that was what I was thinking?"

"Spirit. If you had left her alone and not lit Dimitri on fire she would be damned to an eternity of blood and violence."

"But if I hadn't brought her to the balcony he wouldn't have attacked." I said.

"He would have, just not then. He was smart; he would have waited to get her away from the other guardians. He was stupid and forgot you could light him on fire. You saved her." She said. She looked into my eyes for a minute, stood up and walked over to me. She pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back, but it wasn't the same as before. She let go and walked out of the room.

I sat back down and looked back over at Rose. Her soft brown eyes were staring into mine. She lifted a bandaged arm and waved, giving me a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry!" I blurted out.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she exclaimed. She was pissed. "Sorry doesn't even begin to cover it! You should be ashamed of yourself!" I looked down and waited for her to finish, I knew I deserved it, "You didn't let me hit him!! Then again I was almost dead so I guess you're off the hook." I looked up at her; she was smiling, "Thank you for saving me your majesty." She laughed at my shocked expression, "What? Forget you're the King?"

"Honestly I did." I said, "Hey are you hungry? You haven't eaten since the ceremony."

"Shit! What day is it?" She asked.

"Shh… You've only been out three days. You didn't answer my question though." I said trying to calm her.

"Um…" She thought about it, "I'm good, but can you go get Lissa?"

"Everyone else left. Classes are over. Most of the jets left with the other graduates. The others all took those buses. It's just you, a few nurses and me. I'll go tell them your up." I said.

"Okay." I left.

I took me a while, since it was so early, but eventually I found a nurse. When we got back to Rose's room, we saw her fumbling with a remote; her hands were so badly bandaged she couldn't hold it steady, much less press the buttons. I took the remote from her.

"What channel?" I asked.

"I don't know. Any idea what's on? I don't watch T.V. this late." She said confused.

It was about 5 in the afternoon in the human world. I knew what would make her happy. I pressed a few numbers. A picture of a pirate appeared on the screen, accompanied with "Are you ready kids? Aye aye Captain! I can't hear you!"

"Sponge Bob!" Rose yelled as the nurse took her blood pressure, "I used to watch this all the time when Lissa and I were on our own!" She began to sing along to the song. I laughed. I had watched it to, but I was six, not sixteen, "Just because I'm all wrapped up doesn't mean I can't kick your ass, Ozera!"

We both laughed. We watched Sponge Bob for the rest of the day. And at 6, she was told she could leave. I walked her back to her room. I saw Lissa had taken it upon herself to strip the walls of all the pictures and pack them and any of Rose's possessions. I looked around and saw that other than a few boxes near the door and her queen-sized bed, the room was empty. She walked into the bathroom that was connected to her room.

"What the hell! Christian! I look like shit!" She yelled reappearing in the doorframe.

Honestly, I thought she looked perfect, sexy even. Christian did you just call Rose sexy! Get a hold on yourself. Well, it's Rose fucking Hathaway! I'm probably the only guy who hasn't hit on her! Yeah because you two are at each other's throats every other day! Whatever. That voice in my heat was right I needed to stop.

"You looked fine. Your like my sister, I don't care." I said. It was true. She was like my sister. We fought more than most people, but we were always there for each other, "It doesn't matter, we're leaving tomorrow morning, you should go to bed." I turned to leave.

"Um…Christian." I turned to face her, "Can you stay? I don't want to be alone, after what happened." She looked down.

I walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, "Sure."

She walked into the bathroom to get changed; I just sat on the bed. I looked around the room. There weren't too many faded spots on the walls, most girls have tons of pictures hung up, and Rose didn't. I continued to examine her room. She had bight red walls and a white carpet. In one corner was the closet, in another there was the door to the hallway, the third one was where all the faded spots were, in the forth, I found something that interested me. It was a little teddy bear. It was tan and was missing a button-eye. One of its ears was partially torn. I walked over to it and picked it up. There was a note under it. I opened it:

"Dear Rose,

You left this at my house when you came this summer. I thought you might want it back. I hope you are doing okay in school, don't get into trouble and don't make me a grandfather. Seriously, if you have a kid before your twenty I will send some of my friends to talk to you.

-Dad"

I flipped the paper over. On the back was a name I'd heard before. It was a name everyone knew, a name most people feared. The name was Abe Mazur. Oh My God. Abe was Rose's father. How had I not seen that coming? I had met Abe. They had the same eyes, hair, nose…scratch that he had the same everything as Rose except her being female and a dhampir. Abe had known my parents well and was over our house frequently. If my parents weren't dead, I bet I would have met Rose when we were like four.

"So you met Mr. Cuddles." A quiet voice said. I looked up to see Rose standing in the doorway. She had her hair down and was wearing one of those ultra-short dresses (or as I like to call them, shirts). Okay earlier when I said Rose was sexy, that was nothing to what she looked like now. Dude! Shut Up!

"Wow. The famous badass Rosemarie Hathaway has a teddy bear named Mr. Cuddle's. Original name Rose." I said with a smirk.

"Well, after you kill a bunch of monsters that had once been people, sometimes you need someone to hug. And Mr. Cuddles won't get me knocked up. You read what my dad wrote." She seemed embarrassed and refused to meet my gaze.

I set Mr. Cuddles on the bed along with the note and walked over to her. I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her face. I put my face close to her face, this way she had to look at me, "Rose. You listen to me. You are a badass through and through, if you need a teddy bear after killing a bunch of people, that is fine."

She wound her arms around my neck and hugged me. I hugged her back. We stood there for a while. I knew she had had a long day, or a long three days, so I just stood there with her. After a while I could sense she was ready to sleep. I brought my arms behind her knees and scooped her up. I placed her on the bed and went to stand, but she refused to let go. I dropped onto the bed next to her.

Rose turned to look at me and curled up into a ball. Just Like Lissa. I stared up at the ceiling, with one arm behind my head. Eventually she fell asleep. I got up and pulled back the covers. She rolled a little. I picked her up as gently as I could and placed her in the bed, pulling the covers up over her.

I walked to the other side of the bed, kicked off my shoes. I took off the jeans and tee-shirt combo I had been wearing, so I was only in my black silk-ish boxers. I climbed into bed. I turned to look at her. She had her back to me. She seemed to gravitate toward heat, so she spread out (she had been curled into her little ball), turned and pressed herself against me.

It felt so good to be next to her. I had started to notice we were fighting less and less since me and Lissa broke up. Maybe she knew it had hurt me, so she was laying off on the jackass-ish comments. Maybe she was depressed about Dimitri being a strigoi and didn't have the mean ideas anymore. Maybe we were just like brother and sister; we hate each other, but when things go wrong we put them right for each other.

I fell asleep with Rose in my arms. I found myself wishing that would happen every night.

RPOV:

"Um…Christian." I said. He turned, "Can you stay? I don't want to be alone, after what happened." I looked down.

He walked over to me and pulled me into a hug, "Sure." It felt good to stand wrapped in his arms.

I walked into the bathroom to get changed; Lissa had left cloths in there for me. I lifted to cloths. There was a shirt, underwear, bra, and…. no pants. Okay. A night with Christian with no pants on my part. This should be fun. I took my hair out of the ponytail someone must have put it in and bushed it thoroughly. I walked out of the bathroom quietly. I saw Christian standing in the corner; the corner that held my teddy bear and a note from my dad.

"So you met Mr. Cuddles." I said in a quiet voice. He looked up. I watched his eyes rake over my body, pausing slightly pausing on my hardly concealed ass.

"Wow. The famous badass Rosemarie Hathaway has a teddy bear named Mr. Cuddle's. Original name Rose." He said with a smirk.

"Well, after you kill a bunch of monsters that had once been people, sometimes you need someone to hug. And Mr. Cuddles won't get me knocked up. You read what my dad wrote." I said. No one but Lissa knew about Mr. Cuddles. I refused to look at him, so instead I stared at my feet.

I hadn't realized he had moved until he placed his hand under my chin and lifted my face. He leaned his face close to me. My breathing stopped. As much as I hated to admit it, he was hot. He had perfect lips, a perfect nose, his hair was perfectly groomed, and don't get me started on his eyes, "Rose. You listen to me. You are a badass through and through, if you need a teddy bear after killing a bunch of people, that is fine."

Oh my god. I guess Lissa had a reason to like him. He could be rude and mean, but he also knew how to be nice and caring. I wound my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged me back. We stood there for a while. I was so tired. He noticed. He picked me up like you would hold a small child. He laid me down on the bed. Christian tried to stand up, so I tightened my arms and locked my legs around his waist. He sighed and lay on the bed next to me.

I turned to look at him. He stared up at the ceiling, with one arm behind his head. He looked like a god. His pale skin was flawless and his chest looked strong. Eventually I fell asleep. I dreamed about Christian that night.

A.N.- I am going to be needing names soon! Give me a few. If I don't get anyone everyone will be Bob 1, 2, 3 in addition to the characters supplied by Rachelle Mead :-D ~ O-: