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Never will he forget the day that he drove Jade home from school to see an unfamiliar Harley parked in the pristine driveway. He looked to her to judge her reaction, but she was already out of the car and by his door, practically dragging him from behind the wheel. He killed the ignition and pocketed his key before he allowed himself to be yanked from his '77 Mustang convertible. "Jade," he said as he stumbled behind her, "Jade, slow down! Where's the fire?"

She whirled around with, to his surprise, a genuine smile on her face. Before he could say anything about it, it shifted into a more natural smirk, a glint of mischievousness in her eyes. She raised a pierced brow, but then kept walking. He internally groaned; whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good. As they reached the front door, she stopped and faced him again. The smirk was still there. He leaned forward to peck her on the lips because, come on, he couldn't resist, but she skillfully pushed the door open behind her back. He was pulled into the foyer of her home before he knew what was going on.

Jade threw her bag off to the side, under the table against the wall with a bowl of keys on it. He shut the door behind him, making more noise than he intended. He watched as his girlfriend glanced up the stairs, then the living room, then the kitchen down the hall. "Jadelyn!" he heard a woman's voice call from seemingly everywhere. In a flash of blue hair and black leather, someone came sweeping into the foyer from the den. Jade whipped around and – was that a squeal? The two embraced for a full minute before she stepped back, as if suddenly remembering that he was still there.

"Beck," she started, not bothering to contain her grin, "this is my grandma, Saphie."

He was more than slightly taken aback. His eyebrows shot up as he looked over the woman; she was an inch or two shorter than Jade, her face showed minimal signs of aging, and her hair was electric blue. It's eye-popping quality rival that of Cat's red. She was decked out in a pair of black leather pants and a matching jacket that was unzipped enough for him to see a classic Harley tee-shirt. She was the exact opposite of your stereotypical grandmother. Nevertheless, he gave a dazzling smile and held out his hand. "It's nice you meet you, Ms. West," he greeted, knowing her maternal grandmother had died a few years previously.

The woman did a once over of him as she took his hand, and then leaned back and said to Jade, "damn, Jade, you sure know how to pick 'em. You weren't kidding." He wasn't sure he should've been flattered or creeped out. He decided to take it in the positive. "I've heard so much about you! And none of that 'Ms. West' bullshit. It's Saphie to you." Her face went completely serious as she let go of his hand. "Now, how do you get your hair like that?"

He instinctively pushed his fingers through his locks. "My hair? Well, it all starts with a good shampoo and conditioning," he started, as naturally as if talking about the weather. This woman was something else, for sure.

But, before he could finish explaining, there were footsteps coming in from the garage door. In an instant, a man in a crisp business suit and a woman in a navy dress barely acceptable in any normal work place appeared in the foyer as well. "Hello, Mother," the man deadpanned.

"Herald," Saphie replied, shortly. "Still wearing those penguin suits, I see. Tell me, Jade, has he seen any of your lovely plays yet?"

"He saw the one with the girl in the well," she offered, monotonously.

Saphie's stone face didn't change a bit. "That's a good one, but personally I would've loved to see Clowns Don't Bounce." No, they don't, Beck wanted to add, but he settled for offering a half-smile to his girlfriend's parents. They didn't return it, not to his surprise. "And Christine, I see you still feel the need to dress like that to succeed."

Jade's mother looked indignant and opened her mouth to say something in return, but was cut off before she had the chance. "So Mother, what brings you here? Retirement fund running low? Lose a tire on the freeway? Meet a nice trucker who said he could show you the real world?"

Beck couldn't miss the narrowing of Saphie's eyes and the cold glare she shot at her son. "No, as a matter of fact I just came by to see how my granddaughter is doing, after all, she is my only granddaughter." Her gaze shifted to Jade's mom.

Jade was watching the scene unfold, a look of unbridled amusement on her face. He could tell she was really – and sickly – enjoying the exchange of insults and back handed compliments. He, on the other hand, was fairly uncomfortable listening in on it. He'd never been good at listening to people argue - hell, he barely liked to argue himself. Jade was the one who lived for fights. She thrived in them.

"She's too thin, Herald. Have you fed her at all since my last visit? She's all skin and bones."

"How should I know what she's eating, she spends most of her time at that boy's house," he snapped back, gesturing to Beck wildly.

Saphie turned to him, her features softening. "I'm sure you've taken good care of her."

The argument continued as Beck helped Jade to set the table for dinner. After the first twenty minutes of it, he'd gotten used to it, and, to an extent, found it entertaining. Though she wasn't smiling anymore, he could still see his girlfriend's ice blue eyes dancing. Her parents weren't the friendliest of people and Saphie seemed to play off of that. He finally understood where Jade got her personality from.

They sat down around the table and immediately dug into the Chinese food her parents had brought home. After about a minute and a half of peace, they were at it again. "Herald, why the hell are you eating with a fork? They give you chopsticks for that."

He huffed, "because maybe I don't like chopsticks."

"Maybe you're just way too stuffy for your own good. And what's with that tie? Did a cat just throw up on it?"

"It was a gift from Christine," he retorted through clenched teeth. Beck hid a smile.

Saphie reached out and put her hand atop of Christine's. "Well, honey, you really need to get your eyes checked."

"Oh, Saphie, did I tell you that they bailed on my last showcase?" Jade threw in, almost too excitedly. Beck kicked her foot under the table. She didn't even flinch.

"They did what?"

By the end of the night, Beck's lip was bleeding from trying to hide his laughter and smiles. Jade had been in heaven the whole time, he could tell by the far-off look in her eyes around nine o'clock. He held her hand under the table during dessert as the adults debated on how to properly parent a teenager; Saphie was dead-set on giving them freedom, while the other two defended that Jade was 'bad enough as it was'. She should've looked hurt, but she didn't.

After Saphie told them off half a dozen times and praised Jade ten times as much, it was time for her to go. The not-quite-elderly woman had Jade and Beck see her to the door, not even bothering to say a goodbye to her son and daughter-in-law. They stepped out into the still warm night air, but she stopped them on the stoop. "Now, Jade, if they ever give you any trouble, you have a few options;" she began, "you can call me anytime, you can call this gorgeous piece of man, or you can tell them where to shove it. Clear?"

With a smirk that one could only associate with the one and only Jade West, she nodded. "Oh trust me, Saphie, I will."

Well, I hammered this out in an afternoon. Hopefully this will be an ongoing thing. Oneshots, I mean, not this particular verse. Thanks for reading!