A/N: October 13th, 2011

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Previously On: Who Said A Lot Couldn't Happen? –

– Rose's Point Of View –

It's been a month since everything started to even out somewhat. A month since Dimitri returned. And a month since he found out about his children, who I am currently four months pregnant with. In that month, a lot has happened.

Well, two major things that happened – one right after the other.

**VA**

I couldn't help but notice, every Guardian in the room – including the three that obeyed her – seemed to be completely shocked by Tatiana's reason for this 'trial'.

"Tell me who the father of your child is, then I don't care what you do." She sneered.

She was trying to make me fall into her trap and say that Adrian is the father.

"Guardian Dimitri Belikov." Shocked gasps emanated from the entire room – Guardians and Moroi alike – at this revelation. "I know this because he is the first and only person that I have ever slept with despite the rumors about me. And before you ask, those rumors aren't true. They're just that – rumors. The reason we believe this happened was because I am Shadow – Kissed. I'm leaving now." I paused for a second before turning to face Ariana and the Royal Council. "I want the false charges erased from my records, please. And thank you again Princess Szelsky."

After putting Tatiana in her place and asking that of the council, I turned and left.

– Rose's Point Of View –

When we got back from court the next day, Lissa bombarded me with questions about why I hadn't told anyone I was having twins. Of course, she had to pick a moment that Dimitri was present and I didn't like that one bit. But, of course, Lissa said he had a right be there seeing as they were his kids as well. And I – for once – didn't want to fight with her so I gave up and told them. My reason was that I wanted to surprise them and was already planning on telling them yesterday, before the Guardians had come to arrest me.

– Present Time –

The second thing that happened in that time was that, everyone – by everyone I mean everyone, including my parents – forgave Dimitri to a certain extent for leaving. Well, everyone except for me that is.

I haven't really spoken to him at all outside of work – and even that's rare – since the day he came back in the gym when I was leaving. The very day, no, moment I told Dimitri he was just like his father. I will admit again that it was a low blow, but at the time I wanted him to hurt as much as he had hurt me. And I knew that would at least do some of the job.

But the blame for us not talking to each other can be spread to both of us, since he has been avoiding talking to me as well.

In case you're wondering, no, not even to discuss the children. Yet.

I have a feeling that if I even try to talk to Dimitri; I'll end up forgiving him – something that I don't want to do just yet.

I know it's been a month, but I still can't believe Dimitri knows. For some odd reason – now that it's sunk in a bit – I feel relieved that he knows. But that's only a part of me and a small part at that.

Another part of me is scared. Scared that he will, no, does hate me for trying to keep him away from his children.

And that he hates me for not being the one to tell him.

I know these fears are irrational, but I can't help thinking and fearing them.

But what really scares me the most is something that is a very rational fear.

I'm scared that he'll leave again. And that this time I know it's not only me that he is leaving. I couldn't handle it the first time – so there is no way that I'll be able to handle it a second time. Especially with him knowing about his children.

Our children.

**VA**

Everyone keeps trying to get us to talk, but neither of us will talk to the other. Even Kirova tried two days ago. But then she actually also had another reason to summon us to her office.

That's when the silence between us finally….broke.

– Two Days Ago –

I was currently sitting in the Dining Hall eating – once again – when Dimitri came up to me. Him just standing there, staring at me was starting to really creep me out. Not to mention it was starting to draw attention to both me and him from the other stuff members around us. So after I gestured to the chair in front of me, he sat down but was still staring at me.

After a while he opened his mouth to speak but my phone went off, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"Hathaway." God, I sound like my mother. Apparently Dimitri thought so too, because he started to shake his head while trying to hide the smile that was starting to form on those God–like lips.

Cut it out, Rose! That little voice said once again. This time, though, I ignored it.

"You sound like your mother when you answer the phone like that, just so you know." Alberta said.

"Hello to you too, Alberta."

"Hello, Rose. There is some 'Guardian business'," I could almost hear the quotation marks from way she said it. "That I need you and Belikov to be present for. Come to Kirova's Office in fifteen minutes, please."

"Sure thing. See you then."

"Bye." She said before hanging up.

Quickly I sent a text to the person sitting right in front of me with it saying. 'GP wants 2 c us in K's office in 15.-R'

When his phone went off, I was getting up to take put my tray away. As he looked up at me he his expression said 'Really, Rose?' But that smile from before was still trying to make its way onto his face, it was clear that he was amused at my actions.

**VA**

Once we arrived, Dimitri knocked and we were told to enter.

When we entered I noticed that everyone, minus Adrian, was already there. My mother the ever dutiful Guardian – all five foot four inches of her – was standing dutifully against the wall near Kirova's desk; with Eddie standing next to her on her right. Their expressions mirrored one another: they were annoyed. No matter how hard they tried to make them seem blank.

My Mobster father, Ibrahim 'Abe' Mazur a.k.a. Zmey, was standing between two of the three floor to ceiling windows that lined the wall behind Kirova's desk. He was leaning against the little bit of actual wall that was in between the windows; with his arms loosely crossed in front of his chest. You could tell he was faking the angry and annoyed expression on his face because of the smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips; threatening to break out of its confines and spread across his face.

But what really shocked me was his appearance. His normal tailored and fancy suits or designer clothes were replaced with casual everyday clothes – clothes that could be found in any store like Wal*Mart. He wore dark blue denim jeans and a black long- sleeved shirt that clung to his chest that was well defined – for a Moroi that is. He also had what looked like a jean jacket draped over his arms. He didn't wear of his signature scarves which shocked me. The only thing he wore that was normal for him was the flashy gold jewelry, such as the gold earrings and chain that hung around his neck.

But when upon closer inspection of the chain I realized that it was a necklace. A necklace that donned two oval like pendants – one pendant right next to the other. The pendent themselves were thick but overly thick – I'd say that they were lockets perhaps. Between the locket – like pendants were two rings, but that's all I could tell you about them from where I was standing.

Mia was standing next to Eddie by the wall. I think it was pretty safe to say the only thing keeping Eddie sane at this moment was the fact that their hands twined together. Christian was sitting in front of Kirova's desk next to Liss. Looking very bored and annoyed.

Lissa was sitting in the other chair in front of Kirova's desk. The very same chair that she sat in exactly one year ago today. The very same day, when we were found in Portland and brought back to St. Vlad's.

By Dimitri.

Speaking of Dimitri, I turned my head to look at him at the same exact moment he looked at me. As soon as we turned our heads, our eyes met – sending a million different messages and feelings to each other with one glance. When our eyes met this time, we knew we were setup from the beginning and knew the other had nothing to do this.

After shaking our heads at each other, I went over to where Christian was sitting next to Lissa and stood there in front of him; with my arms crossed over my unbearably large chest. With an eyebrow raised – yes, I finally learned how to do that – I motioned for him to move with my head. He glared at me as he stood and sat on the love-seat that was on the other side of the room – grumbling about something.

When he did this I noticed that my friends, parents, Alberta and Kirova weren't the only ones in the room.

In the chair next to the love-seat was a Moroi.

He had to be in his early twenties – only a few years older than myself. You could tell that he was an Ozera – or of Ozera descent – with the piercing Icy blue eyes and the Raven black hair that all Ozeras have. He was of decent build – for a Moroi that is. He also had a well-developed chest – again for a Moroi. I could tell this because his black T-shirt clung to him like a second skin – showing off his muscular chest. He was tall and pale like most Moroi.

But what caught my attention out of everything was the scar that seemed to be dominate his otherwise flawless face. It ran from just below the inside corner of his left eye down across his cheek to below his left ear and around his neck in three semi-jagged lines.

My attention was then focused on the other chair, in which sat Ivan Ash.

While I kicked Christian out of his seat and took in the two other people in the room, Dimitri went and stood by the door next to Alberta. The thoughts I had exactly a year ago, came back to me. He still looked like some sort of cowboy sentry in the ridiculously long coat of his.

I couldn't help but laugh at that – getting some strange looks from everyone.

"What's so funny, Roza?" Confusion laced Dimitri's words. Whether the confusion was directed at me laughing or what was going on here or a mixture of the two– I didn't know.

"What's so funny is the thought I just had." I told him.

"Which is?" Christian grumbled.

Making sure to look her in the eyes, I faced Lissa. "Liss, look around the room."

Doing what I asked of her, I heard through the bond that she got what I laughing about.

"Funny huh, Liss?" I asked still chuckling.

"Yes, Rose. It is kind of funny." She said with her hand over her mouth as she giggled like a lady.

**VA**

"Will one of the two of you fill the rest of us in?" Christian demanded.

"Lissa, Dimitri, Kirova, Alberta, and myself, are in the exact same places here in Kirova's Office as we were exactly one year and…" I paused looking at my watch, "one minute ago today." I told them.

You could tell Dimitri understood when he started chuckling as well. The others still didn't get it till said the next words. "I think this might help. Dimitri said, and I quote. 'She might be wild and disrespectful, but if she has the potential –'" I quoted in a very bad imitation of Dimitri's voice. "Then I interrupted him by saying. 'Wild and disrespectful? Who the hell are you anyway? Outsourced help?'" I paused to see if they'd caught on to my train of thought. Alberta, Lissa, and Dimitri were very visibility trying to hold back their laughter – it must have been the very bad Russian imitation – but Kirova still looked confused.

So deciding to enlighten her a bit more, I turned so that I was facing her and continued.

"Then Ellen, here," God, does it feel weird to calling her that. "Said, and I quote again, 'Guardian Belikov is the Princess' Guardian now. Her sanctioned Guardian.'" I tried to imitate Kirova – which ended up being worse than my mimicry of Dimitri. "To which I replied, 'You got cheap foreign labor to protect Lissa?'"

That did it.

It must have been the voices…

Alberta, Dimitri, Lissa were each having their own small fits of laughter. Kirova herself was smiling and chuckling which by the way was scary onto itself. Everyone else in room – minus my parents – were giving us either looks that said 'what the fuck?' or looking at us as if we were crazy.

My mother was giving my father a look that said 'see what I've been dealing with?' A look which Abe was completely ignoring, while giving me a look that said 'that's my girl!' with the smile he was trying to hide earlier.

"Well, now that we all know what you were talking about, Guardian Hathaway." Kirova said once she stopped laughing – with a hint of amusement still in her frightened ey– Wait. Frightened? What does she have to be afraid of? "We can get down to business."

"What are you so afraid of?" I said in a low voice, so low it was like I just breathed them, with my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. And even though my words were almost silent, everyone turned their heads towards me upon hearing them. "What's the true meaning behind bringing us all here? And don't tell me that it was to just to get Dimitri and me to talk to each other. Mission accomplished – we're talking. Tell me the truth." I asked Kirova, quickly adding. "And don't sugar coat it or leave anything out."

"I'm not hiding anything, Rosemarie." Kirova said in a voice that was far too calm for the fear I could see hidden in her eyes. Her gaze didn't waver from mine – as mine never wavered from her.

It was almost like a silent challenge was going on between us. Hers was demanding that I back down and let it go while mine was the opposite. Defying hers and demanding she tell me what I wanted to know. As if saying, 'No! I will not back down to you or anyone else for that matter. Now tell me what I want to know!'

As this was happening, through the bond I could tell this had made Lissa turn her head ever so slightly – so slightly that I could be that only one who noticed, because of the bond. Another thing I only noticed because of the bond before I closed it off was the glancing she was doing between Kirova and myself.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alberta had joined Kirova and now stood near her – by moving from the spot by the door to a spot next to Kirova's chair and a little back behind it.

"I really don't know what you are talking about, Rosemarie." Kirova almost shouted defensively. While jumping to her feet, slamming her hands on the desk in front of her and almost knocking her chair to the ground. And it would have had hit the floor had Alberta not caught it before it could. She was definitely hiding something.

Now, it's my turn.

I slammed my hands on the desk in front of me as I jumped to my feet as best I could in my pregnant state. "Bullshit!" I yelled – earning my name to be called by several different people, but all in the same reprimanding way. "You're scared – no terrified – I can see it in your eyes! It's in the very way you carry yourself just standing there! I can see it as clearly as I see you standing there in front of me arguing with me! I don't need the bond with Lissa or the ability to read auras to tell you are terrified! All Guardians are trained to pick up on thing like this – reading people and their body language. And even if I wasn't, I'm not the idiot that everyone in this room seems to take me for! I'm not the novice you all knew who was the reckless party girl who didn't think and then ran off with her best friend for two years and got dragged back! I'm a Guardian! Who has a son and daughter on the way and who grew up a long time ago! Two years ago to be exact! Don't think I don't know about you all talking behind my back and hiding things from me! SO I DEMAND YOU TELL ME! NOW!" Everyone cringed at the sound of my voice echoing throughout the room.

I was breathing hard by time I was done. Kirova and anyone who could see my face cringed back from the heat behind the glare I was giving her.

**VA**

"Fine." She said, sighing after a few minutes. She opened a draw in her desk and handed me what looked like a letter before she turned and moved to stand in front the window behind her desk as she crossed her arms behind her back. It was the very same window that she was standing in front of when I told her about my pregnancy.

Looking down at the envelope, I noticed it was opened. When I turned face up I noticed it was addressed…to me.

"You opened my mail?" I was getting pissed again.

"Roza." Dimitri said in a called in a calming voice before Kirova had a chance to answer. As I turned around to face him I noticed as he brought his hands up in what was apparently supposed to be some sort of calming gesture, like I was a rabid animal he was planning to sedate. Just like when we met a year ago – except then we didn't know each other at all and his face on that street in Portland had been unreadable at the time. "Calm down. You being this upset or angry isn't good for you or the twins."

Before turning away from him and facing Kirova again I said. "Don't call me that. It's either Rose or Guardian Hathaway to you. I've said this before. Several times."

Now that I was facing Kirova, I glared at her again. "You took my mail and then you opened it without my express permission and then read it – again without my express permission. Why?" I asked her.

"Because I thought you were in danger and before you ask from what read the letter. There are more just like it. We all agreed to keep this from you. Everyone but Ivan and his brother who was very kind to join us here today, knew about this. " She replied before moving back towards her desk and taking out at least a dozen more letters and handing them to me.

All addressed to me. All of them opened and read. Without my knowledge.

I stared down at the writing on the front of the letter, wondering why on earth the handwriting looked so familiar.

I flicked through the others, checking each and every one. The handwriting was the same.

Then it hit me why it was familiar.

It was Adrian's.

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