Disclaimer: Am not Dan. Wish I were though. Although am happy being a girl so... ;)

First Fan Fiction ever about one of my favorite on screen couples. Inspired by the song My Sacrifice by Creed. Enjoy! or don't... but just read it... you know you wanna... you know you wanna.

Songs that inspired this chapter: Broken by Lifehouse - I want you to know by Lifehouse

'You know what! They can shove the film down their…!' Aaaaand they hanged up. Epic. I had just jelled to one of the main studios of England. Not that I cared that much though… I had already pretty much established my position as one of the greatest ganks in the European film industry. But I still needed to take all of that bad energy out of my system so… CRUSH! The sound of the phone slamming the wall filled the entire apartment. I sighed and grimaced when I realized what I had just done. Come on! Did I wake him up? He must have been tired after all we had done that entire month and there I was throwing phones at the walls at 2 am. Way to go Jade! Way to go! I thought to myself as I headed towards his bedroom.

I was about to open the door when I heard light footsteps running inside of the room. I raised my pierced eyebrow as I carefully leaned my ear against the door. An amused smirk came to my features. I heard the noise of some papers been thrown into something and then that same something being closed. It was probably his toy's trunk. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms holding the grin on my mouth. Then I heard the light being switched off and finally the sound of the bouncy mattress as something light weighted jumped on it. Ohhh! I chuckled mentally… He was in trouble. Before going inside I tried to gain my poker face back. All set! I thought when I was serious again and opened the door softly, pretending that I had not heard a thing.

'Aww look how sweet' I said with a sarcastic tender tone at my voice 'He is sleeping…' I said again with that same dumb tone 'Like a little angel' I finished raising an eyebrow but still keeping that fake sweet smile on my features.

'I am busted… right?' He said as he opened one of his eyes crushing his little act and smiling innocently at me. I erased that stupid smile from my face and gained my serious expression again.

'Oh! But I wonder how you figured that out…' I exclaimed with a sarcastic astonishment and then I smirked at him in victory. He could never actually do things without me finding out. At least that was clear for both of us; which didn't mean he wouldn't actually give it a try.

'Oh man!' He complained pouting as he sat down on the bed. He looked at me with those big brown eyes like if he were a puppy. 'I was just reading and playing some scripts… at least trying to' He said shrugging. He was a talented kid and for a five year old he was actually quiet smart. I was proud of him.

'Well… life is unfair kiddo deal with it' I stated as I smirked at him and sat down next to him on the bed. I pushed his fluffy black hair back. 'So you liked the movie?' I asked him knowing that was the reason of him been that excited. We had been going to a lot of premiers lately; at least we did that every time a new movie or album of mine came out. I refused the fact of letting him at a daycare, we were a duo pack, and if my managers didn't like that… well… let's just say they could kiss my…

'Naah' He said shrugging and looked at me waiting for my reaction. He was so much like him; it sometimes made me feel awkward.

'Naah?' I asked imitating the tone he used a little and pretending to be genuinely surprised. He giggled at my question.

'Just kidding… I loved it' He stated nodding solemnly and then smiled at me. With that flirty smile that must have come included in his gene pool.

'You better' I said nudging him in the arm playfully and with a fake warning at my voice. He laughed at that and shook his head. The sound of his laughter definitely made my day; there was no doubt about that. I smiled at him. 'So you didn't get scared?' I asked elbowing him slightly a couple of times and smirked raising an eyebrow. After all the movies I made were basically horror with hints of psychological thriller. If someone wanted to say something about me taking him there they could swallow they opinion and die, because… I didn't give a damn.

'You know I don't do that' He replied with a duh! sound at his voice and I shrugged nodding. 'Getting scared is for girls' he said rolling his eyes… ok that one he got from me.

'Oh but Am a girl too' I said acting like if I were somehow offended by his statement. He laughed and smiled at me then he opened his little arms and wrapped them tightly around my neck.

'But you are not like other girls' He said as he hugged me and buried his face on my hair. I smiled and chuckled slightly giving back the hug with one arm.

'Ok. Enough.' I said patting his back twice and then pushing him away from me and into his pillow 'Sleep you dork' I said standing up from the bed and smiling amused at him. He chuckled and closed his eyes as I went outside of the room closing the door softly behind me. I leaned against it and sighed deeply. Sometimes he was just so so SO much like him; perhaps too much, and when those times happened I seriously needed to cut something, or to give my manager a headache; either of those worked just fine.

I went inside of my room and turned my stupidly enormous television. Maybe there was something actually good this time. I grabbed my scissors and started to cut something I had grabbed from the living room; I didn't actually saw what I was cutting it was just something soft… perhaps a cushion. After two second the words what the hell am I watching! crossed my mind as I saw this stupid blonde girl interviewing famous people, and hitting on the hot male stars. I rolled my eyes and was about to change the channel when I saw him…

'Hi we are here with Beck Oliver' the dumb girl said on the screen giggling in a flirty way. He smiled at her and then at the camera and waved. It was definitely him. I hadn't seen his face. What the…! I touched my chins, they were wet. Was I crying? Oh come on! It had been almost 7 years already… How could I still cry?

And the time for those lame and annoying flashbacks came as a stupid fly which you would surely want to smash soooo bad… 'Jade!', called my stupid mother from the leaving room. CRUUUUSH! The shattered glass exploded as I kicked one of the lamps in my bedroom with all of my strength.

'WHAT!' I growled the word as I stopped packing my belongings and walked from side to side of the room like a locked up tiger.

'Don't use that tone with me young lady! I stood up for you… if it were for your father...'

'If it were for him WHAT?' I ventured as I killed the crackers I had been eating and threw them at the floor.

'Just get your things done! The plane leaves in two hours!' she ordered knowing that I had no other choice rather than to actually nod and act like a damn puppet. Because… for the first time in my life… I Jade West needed to obey her parents in order to actually get out from the mess she was into. Someone ringed the house bell and there was silence for a couple of seconds.

'Open the door and leave me ALOOONE!' I jelled as I locked the door of my room; at least I would leave with my pride intact and not weak meekness.

I was throwing my belonging inside of my bag when I heard his voice… 'So… is she in her room?' Oh Lord! It was him. My heart stopped and so did my brain for a couple of seconds. Why did she let him in? Lame question. She always let the wrong ones in… which were everyone. What was he doing here anyways? KNOC, KNOCK, KNOCK. Someone knocked at my door gently. 'Can I come in?' He asked clearing his throat.

I scowled 'Can I cut your head with scissors when you come in?' I asked walking towards the door and actually talking to it.

'You can cut my shirt…' he offered in a truce voice. I sighed and considered the offer for a couple of minutes.

'Fine' I answered coldly and unlocked my door then went towards my bed and sat down. He wasn't opening the door. 'It's open you idiot!' I jelled in exasperation. The black wooded door moved slowly as he leaned on the frame of it.

'Ok so… my shirt?' He asked pointing towards his clothes as he cocked his eyebrow.

'Give it.' I commanded stretching my hand. He just nodded once and took off his shirt handing it to me. I took it and started to destroy it with my amazing new pair of scissors. 'Talk now or shut your face for good' I said not looking at him… I was paying close attention to the cuts I was inflicting on the shirt.

'Bye…' He said chocking tears and trying to smirk at me. I looked up at him and jumped out of my bed still holding the scissors in one hand. I started to get closer staring into those deep brown eyes. He did not step back, not even an inch. And when I was face to face our lips found their way home. I dropped the scissors on the floor and he wrapped his arms around me. I was the one breaking the kiss. I didn't look at him when I pulled back. I just turned around grabbed his shirt and tossed it to him. He caught it with one hand. It was useless by now but I didn't want anything from Beck.

'Leave' I ordered in a monotonous voice as I went back to packing my stuff. But he staid still and I just decided to ignore him. I was not in the mood of fighting with him. I already had enough being mad at my entire family all the time; especially then.

The bigger baggage that contained all of my clothes and jewelry was already filled on my bed and I decided to close it. Why is this thing so hard to do! Man! I sat on the cursed object and it was still open. I started to bounce up and down on it but nothing happened. 'Arghhh' I growled in annoyance and punched it multiple times with my fists when I heard Beck holding laughter. 'Are you laughing at me?' I walked menacingly towards him and he flinched slightly.

'No am not! Chill…' He said with an amused crooked smile planted on his lips.

'I thought I TOLD you' I said the word TOLD between flinched teeth 'to leave' I finished controlling myself as best as I could. The amusement left his features and sadness took over them. I was so messed up… how could I be angry and at the same time wanted to hit myself for being such a Crabby Cathy with him.

'You seem like you need help' He motioned towards the open mess up on my bed 'May I?' He asked in his sweetest tone and started to close the luggage. I stared blankly for a couple of seconds and right before he could finish I pushed him away from my things and confronted him. The damn thing popped back open.

'I don't need you!' deep inside I knew I wasn't talking about the baggage. I was just letting go what I was truly keeping inside 'I don't need your help!' And although I wanted to cry I didn't. I had never cried in front of Beck; actually I had only cried in front of two people, Cat and Vega. I was not planning on adding someone else to that list.

'You are right' he said pushing his hair back with one hand as headed towards the door. The tears that I would never get to see being shred trapped in his eyes. 'You'll be okay' He said staring at me although it looked like if he was trying to convince himself of that too. I turned my face before he actually turned his and I heard the door closing behind my back.

And I decided to be a masochist right there. I went back to reality and faced it as a grown up. I threw a lamp to my TV shattering it to pieces. I smirked bitterly and hissed at it. I was not letting him in into my thoughts like that... never again.

'Jade?' Beck asked concerned from where his dorm was. Oh crap! I had woken him up. I was getting better, I had crushed two technological artifacts in just one night. Not that I didn't had the money but one was my limit. I was starting to lose it.

'SLEEP!' I ordered from my room. I was going to feel really guilty if I went to see him awake just because I couldn't stop destroying out house.

'Have you…?' He was about to ask but I didn't let him finish.

'YES! I CRUSHED MY TV! now… SLEEP!' I ordered. He knew I hated when I gave an order and people made too much questions or too much of a drama.

'I was going to ask you about Mr. Poe' Beck replied still from his bedroom. I scowled in confusion and looked to a side. Then realization hit me right on the face. I looked down. Uh Oh… what I had been cutting was not a cushion. It was definitely not a cushion.

'Hmmm… Beck?' I replied from my room playing with what once was the stuffed black cat named Edgar Allan Poe… to make it short Mr. Poe.

'You killed it. Didn't you?' He replied calmly without any kind of accusation or sadness in his voice which made me feel a tiny bit less guilty.

'Sorry' I said from my room and looked down 'Sorry' I muttered to myself and cleared my throat.

'It's ok. He was getting annoying any ways…' He spoke trying to make me feel better, clearly. I started chuckling.

'Oh! He Was?' I replied still from my bedroom with an amusement tone and cocking my eyebrow. I guess we were both way too tired to actually walk and talk face to face.

'Yeap! He was always depressed' Ok… my six year old headache knew the meaning of the word depressed. I was doing such a great job! That was sarcasm right there.

'SLEEP! NOW!' I said not being able to erase the stupid smile that had taken power over my face and you could even hear it on my voice. The little monster was the only one that had that kind of effect on me… well there was other person though, but he left.

And apparently my brain couldn't stop flashbacking so… I stared at the open baggage and run. 'You are going to be so closed!' I jelled punching it, pushing it, stabbing it with my scissors. After a lot of tries I was breathing heavily and scanned my bedroom frenetically looking for something that could actually help me. Bingo! I jelled mentally as I saw a roll of plastic wrap that I used for the last play I did at Hollywood Arts. I started to wrap it while huffing and keeping trapped grunts in my vocal chords. 'DONE!' I jelled to it as I finished then I slide myself into the floor leaning my head against the bed. I was breathing heavily.

My gaze got stuck into that door. I was the one who made him leave the room so… why would I feel bad? I was mad. I frowned. That's right... I was mad; not broken, my heart was NOT broken. He shouldn't have come in the first place. We had broken up two and a half months ago. Me, moving to England, was not of his business. Neither was the… the… Tears started to run down my face. I frowned even more as I cried. I hated being weak.

I turned my gaze and looked at the broken clock on my wall. I deliberately threw a scissor at it the day before Beck and I broke up. It stopped working and stayed tuned at the same time I stabbed it. And as ridiculously corny and stupid as it might sound it was the only thing that gave me hope all along. Because it was as if the time had never passed and as if it weren't going to. My time was safe there. I dried the tears from my face and for the first time I faced the fact that… a living annoying creature was growing inside of me. The only living connection I was ever going to have with Beck. 'If you ever learn how to make coffee I will consider liking you…' I trailed sounding like a crazy person talking to a fetus. But deep down I knew I loved that thing inside of me. 'I'll be there for you' I said shrugging slightly and placing a hand on my stomach. Beck would never find out I was carrying his child. My life was already messed up I was not planning on playing drama queen and actually messed up his as well. And then I cried again standing up and hitting the wall hard with my hands in fists. It impact hurt my skin slightly but it was the good kind… Beck lied… I was not going to be ok.

I was sure I was going to have nightmares that day. And not the cool kind of nightmares you now… the ones that give me ideas for films… and then… 'Jade?' He called my name after a while I was already tugged on my bed and considered not to answer but finally I gave in. I always gave in with him.

'WHAT!' I tried to make it sound harsh but he took the hint and I could hear him containing a light giggle.

'I love you' He replied and I got silent for a couple of seconds. What can I say, that boy sure could take me by surprise sometimes. I sat down on the bed and smiled falling into the realization of something. Beck didn't lie the day he left my room, the day I left Hollywood. The last day I saw him. I was… ok.

'Eww! CORNY!' I complained from my room pretending to be disgusted by the sudden display of affection; which couldn't be less farther than what I was actually feeling at the time. I heard him laugh. 'SLEEP' I ordered again trying to take that harsh tone. This time there was silence although some giggles came from his room. I smirked. He was such a dork.

But… as silence took over and the only proof of what we once had slept snorting slightly in the room next door, ok… perhaps the silent wasn't exactly silence but you get the stupid point. I wondered about what would have happened if… what would happen if he ever found out that the day I boarded that plane to England in order to never come back I was taking a part of him with me…

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Well my mind is dry now I better go get some water... I really suggest you listen to those songs... they are basic to really feel this story (I am a sucker for romance & hard rock... so you'll see some Joan Jett in the future... oh yeah you've been warned!)