[FIC]Sleepless, Anastasia, Anya/Dimitri

[person4]

Title: Sleepless
Fandom: Anastasia
Pairing: Anya/Dimitri
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day

She couldn't get to sleep that first night after leaving Paris, too giddy and excited to see where the future would take her to even stay still for long. Dimitri didn't seem to have the same problem, but then, as Vlad had observed in the past, Dimitri never lost sleep for anything.

So she ended up prowling around their room on the ship, stopping for a minute here to play with Pooka, another there to read a few pages of a book, unable to settle. She considered going up on deck to get some fresh air, but didn't feel like bothering with getting dressed when she hoped that tiredness would hit soon and then she'd just need to undress again. It did feel a little strange to be wandering around naked with an equally nude man (her husband; boy, was that going to take a while to get used to) in the bed behind her, but in a way it was even weirder to think that until just a few hours ago she'd never known that his shoulders were speckled with freckles all the way across, or that he had a thin silvery scar across his left thigh, or what it felt like when he kissed the small mole she had just below her navel. She wanted to learn every millimeter of his body, the look and taste and smell and feel of it, and wanted him to learn hers in the same way, so it would be silly to start getting bashful when he wasn't even awake to look at her.

Eventually she found that music box, which she'd tucked away again in the bag Dimitri had used to safely carry it from Russia to Paris. It's secret no longer forgotten, it was the work of a second to slot her pendent into its spot on the box and make the miniature Nicholas and Alexandra appear and begin to dance to her old lullaby. On the wind, across the sea, hear this song and remember... She did remember now, how much she'd loved them and how happy they'd made her, although she thought her feelings might have been effected by her years of amnesia. When she looked at the dancing figures she felt a rush of affection towards them, and then loss clenching her heart, but she thought that it might not be as intense as it should have been over the death of almost her entire family. She'd spent ten years knowing that the Romanov's were dead without really caring about it, unable to even have much of an opinion about them since her memory began after they'd been removed from power. And though she'd yearned for a family during her years in the orphanage, it had been any living family members she might have that occupied her thoughts, not her presumably dead parents.

And now that she knew the truth, it was the family she had that her heart really gravitated to. Dimitri and her grandmother, Vlad and Sophie, they were what mattered the most. Her parents and sisters and brother she had loved, and was glad to remember, but after so much time she couldn't even seem to work up enough grief to cry over them. And what guilt she had over feeling that way was mostly caused by the fact that she wasn't really unhappy with feeling that way. She'd had ten years to get used to being an orphan, and she didn't want her new-found happiness to be overwhelmed by the sorrow of finding out who it was she'd been orphaned from.

She watched the music box until it wound down, the figures spinning back into their hiding place, turning her music box back into a jewelry box hiding a secret. She traced her pendent, still firmly in its place as the music box's key, with one finger, then slowly pulled it out of its slot and turned it over to read the inscription on the back. 'Together in Paris,' the words that had tugged her heart towards Europe for as long as she could remember until just a few nights before. A puzzle that she had to solve to find out who she was.

One that she had solved. She knew what was waiting for her in Paris, and that she and Dimitri could always go back to visit and be greeted with open arms. She didn't need to hold onto the necklace as her one tie to her past any longer, although she was still happy to have it as a gift from her grandmother.

She considered the necklace for one moment more, then with a smile she let it fall from her hand into the jewelry box. She no longer needed to have it on hand at all times to remind her of what she was searching for; she had everything that she could want.

Then she replaced the box in its travel bag and slid into the bed next to Dimitri, pressing a kiss to his shoulder when he mumbled in his sleep and rolled over to drape an arm across her waist. She didn't feel any closer to sleep that she had to begin with, but she thought it would be nice just to lie beside him for a while.

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Please continue to write Anastasia fanfiction! I'm addicted to it and it's so hard to find.