A/N: Okay, I haven't written a fanfic in FOREVER, but I had this idea and I thought I'd upload the story, because, you know, I like it. Anyway... Here it is. At the moment, this is just a one-shot, but more likely than not, it will turn into a series of somewhat-connected one-shots.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own this lovely, cheesy, and amazing show, Victorious

Beck's POV

You know when you're having an amazing dream, and then, inexplicably, something wakes you up, and no matter how hard you try you can't get back into the dream? Well that happens to me often, and usually the 'something' is Jade calling for some random and often unnecessary reason. But tonight, it wasn't my phone that woke me up, it was a pounding on the metal of the outside of my RV.

I groaned and rolled off the bed. I should've known by the slight rocking of my house that it was Jade's combat boot that was the cause, but I was still surprised to see her standing there when I opened the door.

"Jade?" She pushed past me as I closed the door, keeping her back to me even though we were in the dark.

"It's 3:00 A.M., Baby." I reminded her.

"I know." She replied quietly, uncharacteristically.

I sat down on my bed. "Are you okay?" I reached over to flip on the lamp on my bedside table, but she stopped me.

"Don't." her voice was pleading.

"Why?" she let go of my wrist.

She was most definitely acting weird, and this was confirmed when she sniffed and said: "Because. I don't want you to see me cry."

"Jade," I was up and had her in my arms before she could protest. "What happened?"

"I had a fight with my parents." Her voice was muffled by my shoulder when she finally spoke. "A bad one. Worse than the rest." She sniffled again.

"He threw a bowl at me." she admitted.

I stiffened, but I didn't let her go. "Your dad threw a bowl at you?" I gritted my teeth and tried not to sound as angry as I was.

She nodded. "It broke."

"Did it cut you?"

"No."

I tightened my grip on her. "Ouch. Beck." she caught her breath sharply.

"I'm sorry." I said, but then thought, why would that have hurt her unless..."Did that really hurt?"

"Yes. I wouldn't have contested otherwise." She grumbled.

I held her back at arm's length. "He did it didn't he? He hurt you," I started to lift her shirt up.

"Beck don't, it's not-" but she stopped protesting when I couldn't keep the gasp from escaping my lips.

Jade was covered in bruises. All over her abdomen, and, as I pushed her shirt up further, her shoulders and arms. I could tell she'd tried to cover them with make up, but it had faded over the course of the day. This explained not only the weird mood, but the fact that we hadn't slept together in weeks.

I let go of her. "I'm going to beat the shit out of him." I announced as I pulled a shirt on.

I was putting shoes on when she reached out and grabbed my arm forcefully. "No Beck." she said authoritatively. "You beating the crap out of my father isn't going to help."

I gave her a doubtful look, but paused. She continued. "If anything it's going to make my life harder."

She had me there. She knew I wasn't going to do anything to make things worse than they already were for her.

"Fine." I relented begrudgingly and led her to bed. "But stay here tonight, okay?"

She smiled as she kicked her shoes off and spooned herself into me. "Okay."

I wrapped my arms around her waist, this time more gently, and buried my nose in her hair. "What were you fighting with your parents about at 3:00 A.M. anyway?" I questioned.

She smelled like vanilla and pumpkin coffee.

"I wasn't, actually. It happened a few hours ago."

"A few hours ago? Why did you wait until now to come over?"

We could've been doing this hours ago.

"Everything always seems worse right after it happens. I thought I could work things out. So I just... walked around for awhile."

"Baby!" I kissed her ear. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I didn't want you to freak out." She mumbled. "And you kinda needed the sleep for your project tomorrow."

"You didn't want me to freak out?" I pushed myself up on one elbow. "You're being considerate. Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"

Jade shoved me back down roughly onto my back. "What? So now I'm not allowed to have a heart?" She laid her head on my chest and threw a leg over my waist.

"I'm sorry." I said. "I like it when you let me know you have a heart."

She scoffed, but we stayed silent for a moment, each of us listening to the other breathe. I'd almost fallen back to sleep when she spoke again.

"Beck?"

"Mhmm?"

"Remember that time when we broke up last year? Because you said I was being a jealous bitch?"

"Yes." I replied.

"And then I told everyone we broke up because you were gay?"

"I remember." I chuckled.

"I don't think I ever told you I was sorry, but I am."

What? Of course I'd known she was sorry, even though she'd never said it. I probably wouldn't have taken her back if she hadn't been. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

SURE? SURE? "Why are you being so nice?"

"Because we're in the dark."

"Babe," I reminded her. "We've been alone in the dark before." I laughed.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Aladdin." She retorted cuttingly.

"What's different about now?" I played with her hair, genuinely curious.

"I'm being honest. It's dark, and I love you."

Wow, I didn't even have to beg for that 'I love you'.

I kissed the top of her head. "I love you too, Princess."

"Beck?"

'"Yes?"

"Never call me 'princess'."

"Yes ma'am."

A/N: I would really, really love some reviews guys! Constructive criticism= VERY GOOD AND VERY MUCH COVETED, Notes that say 'I love it!' = MUCH LOVED, Notes that say 'I hate it!' = MAKE ME SAD, BUT ARE NO LESS APPRECIATED!

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