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One Fine Wire by aCCIOcOOLNESS

Format: Novella
Chapters: 4
Word Count: 4,907
Status: WIP

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers

Genres: Drama, Romance, Angst
Characters: Scorpius, Lily (II), Rose
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius

First Published: 03/24/2008
Last Chapter: 04/27/2008
Last Updated: 08/08/2010

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  When the love of her life announces that he's about to marry someone else, Rose reflects on the events that leads her to her fate. This is a story of hope, of compassion, of regrets, of fears, of the future, of the past, of the memories, of the power to move on.

Chapter 1: Prologue
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Rose Weasley absently drummed her fingers on the mahogany table, staring intently at the door expectantly. Half of her was estatic to see him again, half of her wished he would never show up; that this was some kind of prank. She snuck at peek at the old grandfather clock in the corner of the Leaky Cauldron. Five minutes after twelve. Rose's hand migrated from the table to her hair. She twirled the strands of her light ginger hair wistfully, her gaze still fixed on the door. Finally, a stocky figure walked through the door. Rose's heart skipped a beat, her hands became clammy. Even after five years, he still made her feel the exact same way. He hadn't changed much appearance wise, Rose noticed. His fair blonde hair was slicked back, but his striking blue eyes held the same intensity as Rose remembered. He spotted her immediately and sat down at her table.

"Rose." when he said her name, her heart melted. She had almost forgot the feeling.

"Scorpius," she said, matching his serious tone.

"It's been too long," he said, cracking what looked like the beginning of a smile.

"Has it?" she said, pretending to be incredulous.

He laughed. It was the throaty laugh that occupied all of Rose's dreams about Scorpius. Rose loved the fact that Scorpius' eyes twinkled when he laughed, and she loved how his laughter was contagious. "It's only been five years," he informed her jokingly. As if she didn't know. Rose counted the days since she'd seen him. Since that fateful night when it all came crashing down.

"You look exactly the same as I remember you," Scorpius added.

"As do you," Rose flashed him a smile before turning serious again, "can I ask you something?"


"Why are you here?" Rose tried not to sound like she didn't want him there. That wasn't it at all. She had been dreaming, for five long years, for the day when he would step back into her life. She envisioned her back in his arms, feeling safe and sheltered, just as they were back when they were both students at Hogwarts.

Scorpius was silent. Rose suddenly realized that this trip had not been about reconnecting with her at all. It had not been about him apologizing, as she had hoped. There was something else. "This isn't easy for me," Scorpius finally spoke, then paused again. Rose feared the worse. There was someone. Rose knew there was. Was that the sole reason he came to see her? To be smug because he had someone while Rose was all alone?

"I'm getting married," Rose felt the tears well up in her eyes. She had not expected this. Sure, they had been broken up and out of contact for five years, but Scorpius had always been hers. She couldn't picture him with someone else. Scorpius cleared his throat, "to Lily."

"Oh." her response came as a mere squeak. She didn't want Scorpius to see her tears. She didn't want to remember a time when Scorpius used to hold her when she cried, used to tell her that everything would be okay. Liar, Rose thought, everything's not okay. I'm not okay. We're not okay. She didn't say any of this aloud, though she desperately wanted to, wanted to tell Scorpius how she felt.

"She's got this crazy idea that you'd be a bridesmaid," Scorpius says rambling on. If he sensed her discomfort, he didn't let on, "I wanted to get to you before she does. I wanted you to hear it from me." Rose would have prefered if Lily had told her. It wouldn't have been as hard, as heart breaking.

"Does she know..." Rose didn't have to finish the sentence. She looked at Scorpius, who shook his head. No, she didn't know about them. In some it that was better that Lily didn't know, Rose decided, in some ways it was worse. An awkward silence drifted between the two.

"It's a mistake," Scorpius said curtly, no emotions crossing his face.

"What?" Rose couldn't believe it.

"The whole thing. Lily and me. The wedding. It's just that..." Scorpius left the sentence hanging, staring intently into Rose's eyes, willing her to sympathize with him, to understand him as only she could, "it's just that she reminded me so much of you." The statement took Rose by surprise. They were cousins, Rose knew, and many people often thought they were sisters. They both had the trademark Weasley hair and freckles and both stood at the same height of five feet seven inches. Rose didn't say anything. She didn't have to, Scorpius continued.

"That's why I'm really here," then Scorpius did something that really took the breath out of Rose: he leaned over and kissed her tenderly on the lips, "I need you to give me a reason to leave. I need you to be the reason to leave." Rose wanted desperately to succumb to his power, to be back in his arms, but her mind told her she couldn't.

"No," she said, her voice was firm, "I'm not going to let you break Lily's heart the way you broke mine."

"You left me!" He half shouted, half pleaded with her, but she stood her ground.

"Under different circumstances..." she whispered, closing her eyes, "under different circumstances, I would have gladly taken you back. But I can't do that to Lily. I can't. I'm sorry." She gathered her purse, stood up and with the clacking of heels against the stone floor of the Leaky Cauldron, she left the bar, tears streaking down her face. She could hear Scorpius calling her, "Rose! Rose!" and that was the last thing she heard before she apparated into the safety of her home. It was there when she finally let herself go, collasping into her bed and letting her tears engulf her entirely as she reflected on the years she referred to as "the Golden Years", "the Scorpius Years".

A/N: Okay, I know that it's been a long time ago that I said that I would write a Rose/Scorpius and now I've finally got the inspiration/time to write it. Sorry for the wait! I'll try to update as much as possible (or as my inspiration permits). Reviews are mucho appreiciated!

Chapter 2: Year Six - Aboard the Hogwarts Express
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6 years earlier

"And remember," Ron Weasley cleared his throat, ready to deliver the yearly word-of-caution speech. Its contents included the typical "don't do drugs", "study hard" and was usually coupled with the "I love you so much." Rose looked at her father expectantly, already anticipating his next words, "no fraternizing with the spawn of the biggest git to ever walk the Earth. Got it?" Rose rolled her eyes while Ron eyed Draco Malfoy and his son, Scorpius, with disdain.

"Don't worry about it," she reassured her dad, who wrapped her into a big hug. Rose's cheeks flushed pink. Sometimes parents can be so embarrassing.

"Be good Rosie," Rose tried hard not to groan at the sound of her nickname, one that she thought was so...juvenile. Instead, she flashed her dad a quick, uncomfortable smile.

"Bye dad," Rose couldn't wait to get out of there. Her brother, Hugo was already aboard the Hogwarts Express, presumably with his less than talkative friends. Rose was surprised at how Hugo had isolated himself from the Weasley clan. While Rose was secretly embarrassed by her often over-eager parents, Hugo openly expressed his disapproval.

"I love you!" Ron called out as Rose climbed on the red steam engine. She climbed into the closest open compartment and stared out the foggy windows. Her dad stood on the Platform, smiling broadly and waving at her. Rose waved back and fixated her gaze on her dad until the Hogwarts Express pulled out of the station, until the figure of her dad gave in to lush green forests and the dripping of the rain that was typical of London weather.

"Rose!" she heard a familiar male voice call her name.

"Hey Albus," It was her cousin, Albus. Behind him stood three gangly boys, all with shining Slytherin badges pinned to their black school robes. Rose instantly recognized the blonde as Scorpius Malfoy, the boy who she had been warned against "fraternizing with". The other two's faces were familiar, but Rose couldn't put her finger on their names.

"You guys have met Rose, right?" Albus addressed the group. All three nodded in unison.

"This is Scorpius, Gregory Goyle the third and Pascal Zabini," the three boys nodded in turn as their names were mentioned. Rose couldn't help but snicker at the names.

"Something funny?" the tallest of the three asked her in annoyance. He must be Pascal Zabini, Rose decided. Pascal had fairly dark skin, something he obviously inherited from his father, Blaise. His hair was in what Rose considered to be a nasty crew cut and his face look like it was fixed in a permanent smirk. In her five previous years at Hogwarts, Rose had rarely encountered Pascal, though he hung out with Albus quite a bit.

"No?" Rose had a nasty habit of making her answers sound like questions.

"Anyways," Albus interrupted Blaise before he could say anything else (and Rose could tell he was probably about to insert a snide comment), "apparently there are no empty compartments. So we were wondering if you'd like to share."

"Uh..." Did Rose really want to share a compartment with four Slytherin goons (even if one was her relatively harmless cousin)? She looked into all four of their expectant faces. Did she have a choice? "sure..."

"Great," Albus plopped down next to Rose while she shifted uncomfortably closer to the window. She continued to stare out the window as the Slytherins chatted about everything from classes to who was dating who --who knew boys could be such gossips?

"So Rose," Rose looked up, surprised that it had been Scorpius who had spoken, "you still play Keeper?" Up close, Rose could tell that he truly was the spitting image of his father with the same facial features and fair blonde hair. Scorpius' hair was messy, a tousled mass of hair, which was a contrast to Draco's neatly done, slicked back hair.

"Yeah," Rose thought about sticking to her one word answers and hoping the boys would just leave her alone. Where was Fiona? Fiona was Rose's best friend and Rose often counted on her to do the talking to boys --Rose never knew what to say. But unlike the other Slytherins, Scorpius' expression seemed oddly friendly. It wasn't at all like Pascal's, which seemed to be looking for flaws to feed his mockery. Rose added, "and we're going to crush you. As always." She included a flirty smile of her own, completely unintentionally.

"Not this year," Scorpius grinned, flashing his pearly whites, "this year Gryffindor's going down."

"Oh really," Rose taunted, "when was the last time Slytherin won the Quiddich cup?"

"First year," Albus interrupted, his mouth stuffed with pumpkin tarts, "remember?"

"Well, that's because they didn't have me," Rose said proudly, "and don't chew with your mouth full. It's gross."

Albus made a big show of opening his mouth to reveal the chewed contents of his snacking, which garnered snickers from Pascal and Gregory. Rose rolled her eyes, "I can't believe you're sixteen, you act like you're nine. Honestly."

"Well, we have Albus here as our captain." Scorpius laughed. It was a nice laugh, Rose noticed, it was strong and deep. Rose couldn't help but smile. Scorpius continued, "regardless of his level of maturity, he's still killer on the Quiddich field." It was true --Albus was agile and had a talent for Quiddich that rivaled even that of his father and older brother James'.

"What about you?" Rose inquired, "still playing chaser?"

"Of course," Scorpius mock scoffed, feigning offense at the fact that she would ask a question that had such an obvious answer.

"You're still going to be crushed,"

"We'll see," Scorpius winked at Rose, which caused her heart to skip a beat. Rose wasn't expecting that from her heart, but then again, it wasn't like she could control it. A girlish giggle escaped her, which had Albus raising her eyebrows.

"We'll see indeed," a new voice entered the mix, this time it was a female voice. It was Fiona Wood, Rose's best friend, who was now standing in the doorway of her compartment, "oh my God Rose, I've been looking for you forever!" Fiona had popped in at the best and worst times possible, Rose mused. It was the best because she had saved Rose from doing anything embarassing, it was the worst because Rose had just started loosening up, just started talking to Scorpius.

"Sorry," Rose muttered, standing up to join her friend.

"I was going to introduce you to a group of cute Hufflepuffs, but it looks like you're doing fine on your own," Fiona grinned widely at Rose, who blushed then glared at Fiona.

"Puh-lease," Rose added an eye roll for good measure (she seemed to be doing a lot of that lately), "let me grab my coat and we can leave."

"Are you sure?" Fiona said teasingly, eying the four Slytherin boys.

"Yes!" Rose's voice was impatient and Fiona complied immediately, but not before playfully punching Rose in the arm.

"Four Slytherins, eh?" Fiona whispered in Rose's ear, "I guess you really like your bad boys."

"It's not like that at all Fiona," Rose said, setting her friend straight, "it's just my cousin and his friends --"

"See you later, Rose!" she heard Scorpius call after her, interrupting her defence (and also ruining it). Rose pretended not to notice him, but Fiona noticed the tinge of pink that had appeared on her cheeks.

"Does Rosie have a crush on Scorpius?" Fiona teased.

"He's not my type." Rose said grudgingly, wishing Fiona would drop it. She could feel the heat of her cheeks without touching them.

"Face it Rosie," Fiona stated, "you don't have a type. Don't go making excuses now, it's too late."

"Whatever," Rose tried to brush the comment off, "anyways, I don't like him. I don't."

"Whatever you say, Rosie."

A/N: So what do you guys think? I know the prologue is way into future, but I will get there, I promise.  Reviews are awesome :)

Chapter 3: A Word of Advice
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"You haven't talked to him at all?" Fiona asked Rose as they walked up the stairs to the girl's dormority. Fiona had been interested in this sudden development in Rose's love life and badgered her with constant questions. Fiona retained the same mentality every time she asked Rose; eyebrows raised, arms crossed in an "I'm-all-business" manner. As if Rose was hiding something from her. Which she wasn't.

"Not since the Hogwarts Express," Rose said coolly, her stride getting longer so Fiona had to power walk to keep up. It had been five weeks since the beginning of school and save for the classes Gryfindor had with Slytherin, Rose hardly ever saw Scorpius. Which was a good thing, since Rose found herself lost in the depth of his blue eyes (Fiona thought this was such a cliche, but it was true).

"You're utterly clueless," Fiona told Rose, shaking her head as if Rose was beyond all hope, "as soon as you decide to act on this little crush of yours, he'll probably be in the arms of some other girl. You have awful timing, you know."

"Well, what do you suggest?" Rose asked, annoyed. Out of the two of them, Fiona was the resident expert on boys, ever since she was caught snogging Ira Finnigan in the common room in fourth year, but Rose was hesitant to ask for Fiona's advice. Fiona always gave it to you straight and Rose was strictly non-confrontational, which explained her inability to approach Scorpius.

"Since you obviously aren't accomplished in the art of seduction..."

"Obviously." Rose said under her breath. Fiona shot her one of her famous death glares, her hazel eyes boring into Rose until Rose pretended to zip her lips and throw away the key.

"I'm thinking you should go for subtlety," Fiona instructed Rose, as if she knew exactly what she was talking about (which she probably did), "start with, you know, actually talking to him instead of blushing like mad whenever he walks within a ten metre radius of you."

Rose gasped, already feeling the colour coming to her pale cheeks, "I don't!"

"You do." Fiona put her arm around Rose, "but you'll overcome it. Don't worry."

"You make it sound like I'm about to run a marathon," Rose said, smiling. Her best friend always knew how to make her smile, which was the foundation of their friendship --the foundation of any friendship.

"In some ways you are, my darling Rose," Fiona spoke with a faux glamour accent, "in some ways you are."

It wasn't Rose who made the first move to speak with Scorpius, it was Scorpius himself. It was an afternoon Herbology class. The dominant sun peeked into the greenhouse, making it unusually warm, especially for October. Rose was dressed in layers of protective gear, and goggles over her eyes. They were foggy and made it difficult to see. Rose tried to rub them, to no avail. She racked her brain for spells, but no luck. It was already five minutes into the class, but Professor Longbottom was held up, presumbably explaining to Hagrid why gillyweed should not be fed to baby dragons.

"Big game Saturday," a husky male voice asked Rose. It was familiar, but Rose coudn't connect the voice to a face. She removed her goggles to stare into a pair of piercing blue eyes --the same one she had been dreaming about. It was Scorpius.

"Huh?" She said oh-so-eloquently. She was out of it, she knew and she could already feel the pink reaching her cheeks.

"The first Quiddich game of the year, remember?" Scorpius explained patiently.

"Oh, right." Rose said absently, her eyes sweeped over the swarm of students in the crowded greenhouse. "Where...where did you just come from?"

Scorpius peered at her curiously, "I was here the whole time."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Rose could swear she saw a quick smirk form on Scorpius' thin lips when he said that. Great, she thought, now he thought she was crazy.

"Anyways," Rose said, quick to change the subject, "what were you saying about the big game on Saturday?"

"Oh nothing," Scorpius said, a michievous tone in his voice, "just about how we're going to crush you."

Rose scoffed, even though she could feel Fiona watching her intently. She felt a jab at her side, which said "be flirty". Rose ignored it, even if she had had intentions to follow Fiona's instructions. There was something about Scorpius that made her want to loosen up and be herself.

"Yeah, right." Rose said, flipping her hair (a hard task considering all the safety garments she was wearing). Alright, so she was being a little flirtatious. She doubted Scorpius would notice, in any case. "In your dreams maybe." It was a lame joke, but Scorpius laughed anyways, which Rose appreciated.

"Students! Can I have your attention please?" Professor Longbottom launched into his pre-class monologue. Rose scowled, feeling a bit of resentment for Professor Longbottom cutting her conversation with Scorpius short. She had been too busy concentrating on talking to him that she must have missed the professor's entrance.

For the rest of the class, Rose was joyfully aware of Scorpius' presence beside her, and it gave new leverage to her daydreams.

"See you on the pitch," Scorpius whispered into her ear. Rose felt the heat of his breath against her skin, and she felt like melting.

"Not if I see you first," Rose managed to croak out with a smile. It was the cheesiest, most overused line that Rose had ever heard, but it was the best she could muster in her incoherent state. In a daze, she walked out of the greenhouse, the sun gleaming in her eyes. It seemed like the entire world was smiling on her today.

"Look at my little Rosie all grown up," Fiona sang, pretending to wipe a tear from her eye, "it seems like just yesterday when you were wiping snot on my robes."

"I didn't do that!" Rose cried, laughing until something suddenly hit her. Her dad. Ron would never approve of this. As badly as she wanted Scorpius, she never disobeyed anything her parents said. She had never lied to them, never defied them. The words her dad said to her at the beginning of the year echoed through her head. She could hear them so clearly now.

No fraternizing with the spawn of the biggest git to ever walk the Earth.


A/N: Okay, okay. I'm sure you're wondering when I'm going to get to the scene at the prologue, and the answer is...I'm not exactly sure. Maybe about 10 chapters in? I know it'll be a long(ish) wait, but it'll be good (maybe. hopefully.) 

"Clue 10: Rose should think about practicing her summoning charms.

Chapter 4: Chasing and Keeping
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Sunlight streamed through the window of Hogwarts, as the students of the esteemed wizarding establishment woke up bright and early (a rare occurance for many of the students, especially on a Saturday). The weather was perfect for Quiddich. The pitch was a little wet, from the previous night's rain, but it didn't affect the sport, played on the air.

In the Gryfindor Tower, Rose was a tangled mess of blankets. She had not slept well last night, having stayed up late the night before, at the Pre-Game party for the Gryfindors. Her best friend Fiona probed her to conciousness, then proceeded to bounce on Rose's bed.

"Huh? Wha?" Rose shot up as Fiona very nearly landed on top of her. Fiona was like a giant ball of sunshine that morning --she wasn't the one that downed several glasses of Butterbeer last night.

"What the hell, Fiona?" Rose groaned, throwing one of her pillows at Fiona, who ducked.

"It's the first game of the year!" Fiona sang, "Get up, Sleeping Beauty!"

"Don't remind me," Rose slammed her head back against one of her remaining pillows, burying her face in it.

"Someone forgot to take their vitamins," Fiona pulled up the sleeves to her sweater, and with great difficulty (Rose had a good ten pounds on the remarkably thin Fiona), hoisted Rose into a sitting position. Rose relented and got off the bed on her own.

"What time is it?" Rose asked, slipping her Gryfindor robes on messily. She looked into a small, handheld mirror on a nightstand next to her four poster bed and examined herself. Her hair was a mess, and her face looked lifeless.

"Ten minutes before breakfast and I have to tell you --you look awful." Rose winced. True, Fiona wasn't the type of girl who sugarcoated the truth, but a girl of blunt honesty, but for once, Rose would have appreiciated a little sugar coating.

"But," Fiona added, a little more brightly, "it's nothing magic can't fix."

"Oh God, no," Rose said firmly, glaring at Fiona to ensure that she meant business, "we are not trying one of your 'patented quick fix' spells on my face. Remember what happened last time?" When they were in fourth year, Fiona had attempted to cover up Rose's zit with a spell. Rose's face remained green for an entire day before they finally saw Madam Promfrey to fix the spell.

"We were young!" Fiona threw her hands up in the air in exasperation, "let it go!"

"No." Rose said firmly, then added to lighten the mood, "I'm sure we can come back and get some foundation later."

"Your loss," Fiona relented, following Rose as she exited the dormitory.

The entire Great Hall was alive with spirit and buzz about the first Quiddich match of the year. Naturally bitter rivals, Gryfindor and Slytherin were exchanging taunts.

"Rose Weasley!" Geri Jordan, the commentator of the match greeted her excitedly, "What do you think of Gryfindor's chances of winning the first match of the season?"

Rose shrugged and took a bite of her French toast. Rose was highly superstitious and didn't want to jinx the game, even though Gryfindor had a good reputation with first games. A male voice that she now recognized instantly answered for her.

"Slim to none and slim just left the building," Scorpius said, grabbing a grape the fruit bowl perched on the Gryfindor table and took a seat next to Rose. Geri scowled at Scorpius and eyed with suspiciously. Rose, however, grinned foolishly at Scorpius.

"You think you're going to able to back that claim up?" Rose brushed one of many stray hairs off her face.

"Without a doubt." Scorpius said confidently, taking another grape in from the fruit bowl, this time tossing it into the air and catching it with his mouth.

"What happened to all the food in the Slytherin table?" Rose accused Scorpius, even though she didn't really want him to leave.

"Your cousin in his 'game mood'." Scorpius actually imitated quotation marks around 'game mood', and rolled his eyes, "you don't want to cross him while he's strategizing."

"Believe me," Rose chuckled, "I know." Albus took Quiddich very seriously --it was his life. During the school year, Albus lived and breathed Quiddich. During the summer, he also dreamt of it.

Then, as if on cue, Albus showed up beside Scorpius, furious, "I hope you're not revealing our secrets to the opposing team!" he yelled, crossing his arms, waiting for an explanation.

"Paranoid, much?" Scorpius raised one eyebrow, as Albus fumed.

"Calm down," Rose said, patting him on the shoulder sympathetically, "Scorpius didn't tell me anything."

"I hope not," Albus breathed, "and we have a team meeting. At the Slytherin table. Stat." He then proceeded to storm off. Scorpius shot Rose an apologetic look as he hopped up to follow Albus.

"Good luck," he mouthed, and then he was gone. Rose was still grinning to herself when she saw Fiona with a smug smile on her face. Rose's expression changed immediately.

"Don't even start. I mean it."

"All right," Madam Hooch's shrill voice signalled the beginning of the game. She held the red quaffle in her hands as she stared both team captains down, "I want a clean game." Both Albus and Sebastian Wood, Fiona's older brother, stood in the center of the pitch, looking at each other with disdain. The shriek of the whistle subsequently rang throughout the entire pitch.

"And they're off!" Geri Jordan announced, "Wood is in possession of the pitch but Malfoy is right behind him..."

Rose focused on Sebastian and Scorpius. It was amazing how Sebastian managed to keep hold of the quaffle as Scorpius made attempts to grab it from him. Sebastian faked out the other keeper and the Quaffle flew easily through the Slytherin hoops, scoring points for Gryfindor. The sea of red and gold in one side of the stands started cheering. It was a good start for Gryfindor, but it didn't mean an easy game, Rose knew. Rose watched Albus, now in possession with the Quaffle zip past the Gryfindor chasers, bewildered looks sprawled across their faces.

Rose was ready for him. With a game face of her own on, her line of vision zeroed in on Scorpius (which wasn't very hard for her). He tried to fake her out, but Rose was too practiced for him, too calculated. She snatched the Quaffle from midair and tossed the Quaffle to a waiting Lisa Smith. She offered Scorpius a sympathetic smile. "Better luck next time," she called out as he flew away.

Gryfindor was off to a good start. Following Rose's first save, they scored another point and Rose saved two others. Gryfindor was off to a good start, but Rose knew it wasn't over yet. Not even close. About an hour into the game, an error in judgement on Rose's part caused Slytherin to score it's first point. Pressure mounted on Rose. As Keeper, the blame that came with losing a game usually fell on her shoulders. It was a responsiblilty Rose didn't enjoy to say the least, or felt she deserved. She gripped her broom with her leather sporting gloves, her eyes fixed forward. Unfortunately, the bludger hit her on the side, catching her completely off guard.

"ROSE! ROSE!" She couldn't distinguish the voices. Her vision was fuzzy and she felt sick to her stomach. She felt herself falling, but strangely, she didn't land on the ground.

"Rose," a voice whispered in her ear, "hang in there, okay? You're going to be fine." And then she blacked out.

A/N: Okay, it took me a little longer to get this one out, but I already have chapter 5 typed so hopefully it will be subsequently entered after this. Thank you so much for your comments, I really appreciate them.

I know the ending of this chapter is a little girly and cheesy, but it gets better and significantly less girly. Anyways, R and R, I really appreciate them! Thanks for hanging in there :)