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Explaining to Dmitri what had happened to his father the night before was something Santa never thought he would have had to ever do. And yet he did. He didn't know if how he had was the best or if he completely delivered the bad news wrong. No matter what though, Dmitri reacted in a way that the snow leopard hadn't quite expected.

Where someone would have normally cried and felt furious, Dmitri didn't seem to react at all. In a way it was kind of to be expected. The oligarch was probably not too familiar with his own son, likely more of a stranger than a father. He had brought Dmitri on this trip in the hopes of sexually training him and was probably the first gift the boy had ever received from the man. And even then it was arguably not the greatest gift a father could give a son entering adulthood.

The young bear was stoic and quiet. The other reindeer had looked on but after a while of nothing really happening, Santa made arrangements for Dmitri to have his old room back for him to stay while the whole situation got settled.

Now on the second night of him being alone, Vixen was trotting up to give the bear some company after her shift had ended and the second act was underway. She had forgone sticking around with Santa and the others and instead thought that being there for her friend was a bit more important. She was still wearing her work uniform, and she thought perhaps some bodily exposure might cheer him up. Heck, depending on how receptive he was, she might have some sex for old time's sake.

When she rounded the corner of a hallway that lead into the various suites for the other guests, she realized something very strange. As she looked to the door that was to Dmitri's room, there was a lack of armed guards stationed at it. One of the first things that Santa had done the night before was to call the chief of police to inform him that Dmitri had shown up.

With the investigation so fresh he didn't think it to be too safe to move the young bear until more was known about what had happened, since it was likely that Dmitri was now being hunted. With Santa's permission, two armed guards were meant to stand outside of his room just as an added measure of protection, provided by the chief of police. If the terrorists knew where Roskuv's plane was and when he was going to take off then they likely knew that his son would be back in Santa's Workshop.

A chill ran up Vixen's spine and she practically sprinted to Dmitri's room and grabbed the door handle. It was locked, like she expected, but that could mean very little. She jiggled the handle and banged on the door with her open palm. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she became frantic. "Dmitri? Are you there?" Her voice was panicked and she banged on the door again. She was about to call his name a second time but the door suddenly came open to reveal the bear with a frightened expression on his face.

"Vixen?" he gasped as the small girl shoved her way inside and slammed the door behind her. She turned to him with wide eyes and she traced him quickly to make sure he was okay. "What's going on? What's wrong?"

"You're okay?" She turned her eyes into the suite and gazed around, searching for anything that could be out of place.

"Yeah, why? What's going on?"

"The guards aren't outside your door. Where did they go?"

"Oh, they just had a rotation. The new guards should be around any time now." Dmitri eyed Vixen and it was about then that he realized that she had come to him almost entirely nude like she had a few times before. He felt blood rush between his legs and he couldn't keep from smirking. Vixen was peering back at the door and keeping her ears alert for any sign that the new guards would be coming, but things still didn't seem right. When she turned back to face the bear she didn't realize how close he had brought his face. Her lips inadvertently met his and she suddenly jumped back with a scowl.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

"W-what? Wasn't that why you're here?"

"What are you talking about?" Vixen ran the back of her hand across her mouth and looked at him with a bit of irritation. "I came here to check up on you. How can sex be a thing on your mind after what happened to your father?"

"My father was never really a person in my life." Dmitri folded his arms over his chest and he stared into the doe's eyes. "Only check up on me? Vixen we don't have to lie to ourselves, no one else is here."

Vixen blinked with genuine confusion and nit her brows. Something about the tone of his voice was making her uneasy and a little guarded. "What do you mean? I'm not lying about anything."

Dmitri smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Please, Vixen. I know that you like me as much as I like you." He reached out and took a hold of her hand and stroked that back of it. "With my father out of the picture his business ties will fall to me. I've inherited a fortune and a legacy. You and I will have a very comfortable life back home, you'll see."

Vixen yanked her hand from his grasp and she folded her arms over his chest in a very guarded way. "I don't like you like that at all. And I already have the life that I want right here."

Dmitri's expression turned from confounded to angry in less than a second. "What the hell are you talking about? We had sex so many times. You taught me so much!"

"I have sex with a lot of people," she snapped and glared. "Right before coming here I was double teamed by a couple wolves, it's kind of my job." Dmitri now looked half shocked and half lost, like this was the last response he would have ever expected from her.

After several seconds of silence of which he spent looking at her and then around the room, lost for words he finally blurted out, "Vixen, I love you."

A cold shiver went up Vixen's spine and she grimaced. "I'm sorry, Dmitri, but you're in a bit of an emotional wreck at the moment. You don't know what you're saying."

"No, I do! I love you!" he shouted and she took a step back. Silence pursued them then and the reindeer just stared at her friend in stunned silence. Slowly she shook her head and spoke.

"I don't feel that same. And my place is here, with Santa."

"But that's why I'm here...that's why I snuck out of my dad's limousine. In some...weird cosmic way, you've saved my life!" Dmitri took a step closer, forcing Vixen to do the same away. Her back was almost pressed against the door.

"I'm sorry," she repeated and took a steady, deep breath. "I'm not leaving here, and I'm not going to be with you." The bear's shoulders fell and hurt entered his eyes. With a fallen expression he turned his gaze to the ground. He looked so defeated, and while Vixen hated to hurt someone while they were already down it didn't seem like there was any other way. After another full minute of silence she said, "I think I should leave," and turned towards the door.

Dmitri didn't say anything, he just let her do as she wanted. She reached for the door handle but there came a sudden thud from the other side. She startled and hoped back and Dmitri's face turned up to stare at the door. The handle began to get aggressively jostled from the other side but the door was perpetually locked, only accessible from within or by the use of a electronic key that no one but Dmitri would have had.

Then there came a sudden pounding from the other side, accompanying the still frantic handle jostling. "Dmitri?" came a gruff voice. "Open the door! You're in danger!" The door knocking came harder and the banging was more frantic. Just in the way they were yanking on the door handle made it sound like they were trying to rip it from the heavy wooden panel it was attached to.

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