Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious. I wish I did, but I don't.

A/N: So I (FreedomInTheMusic) am posting this story for Liz because she's a silly without wifi. She's sorry she hasn't posted in awhile, but here is an extremely AU fic from her brain.

Enjoy.

"I don't know why you dragged me here."

"You heard what your grandmother told your mom...Now's our chance to find out for ourselves." The smaller of the two girls flips the coin and catches it in her hand, slapping it against her arm. She smirks. "You go first."

The other girl sighs and stares into the cave, hesitation heavy in her footsteps as she steps forward over and over, her eyes open and aware. She's afraid that they're making a huge mistake, that they should just turn around and leave, but it's too late for that now. "Don't be such a wimp, Victoria!" her friend calls out from behind her.

Victoria rolls her eyes, trying to control the chills in her spine. She knows she can do this, but the fear hangs over her. And unfortunately, the other girl knows it. She fights to keep herself steady, to keep from stumbling, but her body is shivering far too much. Soon she realizes a body is behind her, and when hands take hers from behind, she takes a breath. The hands release hers and she continues walking, suddenly less afraid knowing that her friend is right behind her.

She mutters to herself as they reach what seems to be an altar, a scroll unrolled and placed on its surface. They approach it, Victoria's eyes reading the legend in the center. "It's about us..." She can't believe it. Her grandmother had had a habit of being strange about supernatural and superstition, but she had no idea that the woman didn't just believe in it; she lived for it.

The other girl shook her head. "But if it's us, then that means...That means everything that we've been going through...it's all real." Her eyes meet Victoria's. "Do you even..."

Victoria stares at the scroll, closing her eyes. "I've thought about it, but...do you?" Her friend shrugs and reaches for the scroll, running her fingers over the circular indent in the stone altar.

Reaching for the coin, she sets it into the slot and the scroll glows. "Well, I guess we know that it's really us." She removes the coin and pockets it, glancing at Victoria. "We don't have much of a choice, do we?" The ground begins to rumble, and the two girls exchange a panicked glance before running for the exit.

"You don't know what you're doing!" Victoria shouts. She doesn't know why they came here, why they had to bother with their curiosity.

"Shut up! You're the one who touched it first, Victoria," her friend points out as she searches the coin. There had to be some sort of clue that would help them end this, something that could save them. The other girl growls in frustration at the lack of aide and throws the coin behind her.

"What are you doing? We may have needed that." Victoria stops running and turns back to where her friend had thrown the coin, but the other girl grabs her wrist and drags her back into a sprint. "Stop, we need to go back!"

"Do you really want to risk your life over a coin?" She lets go of the girl's wrist as they approach the cliff, knowing that this could be the end. Victoria gasps for air, her side pinched from running. "I guess this is it."

Victoria shook her head. "No, we can't. We can't jump to our deaths."

"I don't see any other choice we have." The girl hesitates. "If one of us dies...the other will too. We won't have to live without each other." She glances over the cliff, calculating the fall. If the pressure doesn't kill them, the impact certainly will. Victoria remains behind her, enough space to evade her friend should she attempt to grab her and jump.

Victoria shakes her head. "I can't. I can't throw everything away like this. What if there's another way?"

"Would you rather go on suffering at each other's mercy? I don't know about you, but I can't take much more of this." And with that, she grabs the taller girl by the neck and pulls her face to meet hers, lips crushing together in a panicked kiss.

They jump together, holding each other as close as possible, the suffering quick and painless as they fall to their deaths.

LEGEND

She sits against the wall at the head of her bed, her eyes on the glass window at the opposite end of the room, waiting for...waiting for something she isn't even sure exists. She's heard the legend, of the two connected in such a unique way. The only thing that truly intrigued her was the tiniest feeling that this legend might be more than a myth.

But she's skeptical, checking the alarm clock that sits on the top of her bedside table. According to the legend, she has five minutes left. Five minutes until...until...she isn't sure. She's afraid, terrified even, because she's never been so uncertain in her life.

She closes her eyes. Maybe the time would stop and she would never have to know whether or not there's truth in this superstition. But as she takes a breath, time skips forward to midnight, the now-sleeping girl unaware of the shift in the air.

"Tori! Tori, wake up!"

Someone is jumping on her bed, calling her name, but she only groans, turning away from her best friend, and covering her head with her pillow. "Trina, please go away."

The girl stops jumping, landing with a soft bounce next to Tori. "But come on, you have to wake up. It's noon! And it's your birthday..."

"Yes, it is. So let me sleep in? Please?" However, Trina had other plans, grabbing her wrist and dragging her out of bed. "Trina...please," she whined, digging her heels into the mattress, just before Trina lets go of her wrist and she hits her head on the floor. She grunts at the impact. "Fine! Fine, I'm up, okay?"

Trina smirks smugly, crossing her arms. "Now get dressed. We're going shopping." The older girl-by only a month, as Tori had reminded her numerous times-turns and leaves the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Tori groans, holding her head as she sits up. Not only has she been rudely awakened, but she has a headache too. She doesn't see the big deal in turning twenty-one, but according to Trina, it's a major turning point in one's life. But honestly, she feels the same as she did yesterday, with maybe a little more irritation.

She staggers to her feet before dragging herself to her closet to pick out something that she would be changing out of in the next hour. Who changes their clothes so many times a day?

Deciding on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, she changes before Trina can barge into her room again and demand to know what's taking so long. Of course, when she finishes with her hair and makeup and heads into the living room, Trina is nowhere to be found. On the counter is a note, as Trina always leaves one when she comes over like this.

She sighs. Apparently Trina left to talk to the cute guy down the hall, the one that she was sure liked her, and that she would return soon with his number. Tori shakes her head. Her best friend had been barking up that tree for two months now, and Tori was sure it was never going to happen.

In fact, she knows why the poor guy keeps saying no, and had even told Trina, but of course the girl would never listen. Once she has her eyes set on someone of the opposite sex, she would never give up until another one comes along.

Twenty minutes pass before Trina storms through the front door, no doubt upset that she's been turned down again, and Tori can't help but smirk. Trina plops down onto the sofa next to her, crossing her arms. "I don't understand why he keeps turning me down," she mutters. "He's missing out on something huge!"

Tori sighs. "Trina, we've been over this."

"Yes, well, I'm not going to accept it," she pouts. Tori raises a brow, questioning the nature of her statement. "Oh, you know what I mean, Tori." She pauses. "I did invite him to the party later, and he said he'd go. Why would he say yes to something involving you, but no to a date with me?"

Tori groans in frustration. Trina would never understand. "Come on, you said we were going shopping, right? Maybe you'll find a guy who actually likes women..." Trina seems to perk up at that statement, disregarding the simple fact that it's full of false hope, and the two of them leave the apartment, engaging in conversation as they make their way down the stairs and out into the cool December air.