Hi guys! So I decided that there really isn't enough stories about Beck and Riley...Beckthorne?...Beckey?...out there so I thought 'hey, why don't I do an alphabet drabble on them?' so that's what I'm doing. :)) Some chapters might be longer than others, and some might be more angsty but one thing will always remain true: I solemnly swear that all chapters will have a Beck/Riley aspect. :D So here we go!

Disclaimer: Much as I would love to say otherwise, I don't own squat.

Beck gritted his teeth as he stepped out of the truck, pulling his duffel bag with him. He gasped when the side of the bag brushed against his back. He felt the wet heat of his own blood weeping down his lower back and saturating the waistline of his pants.

Dumb move, Beck. Going trappin' alone was a dumb move.

He should have just waited until he simmered down. Better yet, he should have locked the door, pulled the blinds and settled in to drown his thoughts.

But after Riley had left all he saw were her shattered eyes when he told her the kiss hadn't meant anything to him.

Her shaking hands as she tried to open the door to leave.

Her tearstained face as she looked at him —hurt and confused.

God girl, I'm not worth yer tears.

He felt like he was vibrating from anger; anger at his town for painting him black, anger at Sadie for slapping him red and anger at Justine for turning what was gold to grey. He paced around his house until he grabbed his bag and had taken off. He figured that if he was this riled up he might as well take it out on a few creatures of hell that actually deserved it.

Unlike Riley, the thought wormed his way into his mind. He gripped the wheel harder and sped up.

It was a miracle he hadn't been hurt worse. He had been lost in thought, completely unfocused when the Three had crawled out of a sewer he just passed. He had registered the movement below the streetlight and automatically his hand was in his duffel. The Three had cackled and taken a swipe at his back just as he was spinning around, his momentum driving the beast's claws farther into his flesh. He managed to pull a out a sphere and the demon was so close all he had to do was smash it down on top of its head.

The demon had howled and dove back into the sewer.

Cursing his own stupidity for being caught off guard he had hobbled back to his truck, poured what he had left of his holy water onto his back and somehow, through his dizziness, made it home.

This was how he ended up stumbling through his front door. He was starting to sway on his feet, dizzy from blood loss. His bag landed beside the bed with a thump and Beck lumbered to the washroom. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and he almost laughed from giddy shock.

I look like a damned Halloween decoration, so much blood it looks fake.

He quickly sobered when he gingerly tried to remove his shirt and found that the crusty blood had glued the shirt to his back. He exhaled loudly, trying to keep in a shout as a slowly peeled off his shirt, inch by painful inch.

God, it's like the world's largest freakin' band-aid.

He dropped the shirt to the ground in disgust and took a bottle of fresh holy water from the cabinet.

He went and sat down on the side of the tub, wincing when the position stretched his wound. With fumbling hands he unscrewed the top of the bottle.

This is goin' to hurt like hell.

He took a deep breath and poured the water onto his back, moaning when the heat started to first lick then stab his cut. The more he poured the more he felt as if his back was going to erupt in flames, but he knew that if he didn't keep going he was going to be dead as a doornail by morning.

By the time the bottle was empty Beck was barley staying upright. The bottle slid from his grasp and shattered in the tub just as darkness stole Beck's vision.

As he slumped forward and hit the tile floor his brain conjured up the sweetest voice calling his name.

Beck awoke to a tugging sensation. He opened his eyes blearily, first one and then the other.

He was in his room.

On his bed.

What the hell?

He thought back and remembered that the last thing he had remembered was passing out in the bathroom, definitely not on his bed lying on his stomach. He tried to push himself up but a hand was on his back, right between his shoulder blades, pushing him down gently.

"Beck, you don't even think about moving," Carmela's voice came from behind and above him. There was another tug on his back.

He turned his head away from the door and saw Carmela standing beside his bed.

How did she get here?

Carmela was muttering under her breath and Beck caught the words 'testosterone' and 'moron' as she stitched up his back with nibble fingers. Beck couldn't help but grin a little.

The grin slid away when he heard Riley's voice coming from the doorway, "How's he doing?"

"Ask him yourself," Carmela replied.

Beck turned his head and saw Riley standing in the doorway. For a brief moment, Beck caught Riley off guard. She looked tiered and worried; her face was pale and strands of hair were starting to escape her ponytail.

Something inside Beck softened.

Paul and Donovan were the only two to ever look at me like that. Why does my past life have to go and screw this up too?

When she noticed that Beck was awake and looking at her she crossed her arms and glowered at him, all traces of concern gone.

Beck paved over his resolve and glowered right on back.

"What are ya doin' here?"

"I came for my second helping of stubborn ass," Riley retorted.

"Okay," Carmela said as she took off her gloves and started putting things back into her med-bag, "I think that's my cue to go."

She packed up while Beck and Riley continued to glare at each other.

When Carmela had everything she went to stand beside Beck. "I'll be back in about 4 days to remove the stitches. You need to pour holy water on it every day so it doesn't get infected. If you get a fever you call me."

Beck nodded his head on the pillow, "Thanks for comin'."

Carmela was almost to the door when she turned, "And Beck, I know I'm talking to the wind when I say this, but try not to get into wrestling matches and reopen the stitches. Believe it or not, you're not my only patient."

"Yes, ma'am," Beck touched his two fingers to his head and gave her a salute.

When she left Beck and Riley just stared at each other, each unsure of where they stood.

"It was Jackson," Riley said, breaking the silence and coming to sit by the chair that had been dragged to the side of his bed.

"Jackson?"

"He passed your truck on the road and saw you swerving. He couldn't follow you home because he was answering a call about a pyro so he called me."

"So ya decided to pay me a visit. Make sure I hadn't drunk myself under the table."

Riley shook her head slightly. "I know you wouldn't drink and drive."

There was a brief pause where Riley didn't say anything, she stared past Beck lost in thought.

"I figured Jackson was worried for no reason and that you'd just yell at me some more when I got here but then I saw your front door wide open."

She slumped in her chair, the energy that kept her upright and prickly dissolved.

"I came in and saw you passed out on the bathroom floor, blood all over. God Beck, you were so still, I thought that…" she faltered and Beck could see her hands shake on her lap. She took a deep breath and ran a trembling hand over her face.

She looked at him, "What the hell happened?"

Beck knew he owed her the truth. He owed this girl much more than the truth but the truth was all he could give. So he told her about the sewer-dwelling Three.

When he finished Riley was looking at her hands.

"You don't get to do this to me," she said slowly in a hushed tone, still studying her fingers. "Not after dad and mom. I don't know if I have the energy to survive another loss." She paused.

"'All the King's horses and all the King's men, couldn't put Humpty together again,'" she whispered.

She looked at Beck, her eyes broken but her voice strong, "I can't lose you."

She let that sink in.

Beck felt stupid having such a heavy conversation lying in bed on his stomach. He started to turn to sit up but felt a sharp blast of pain that had him hissing. Riley was beside him in an instant, one hand on his shoulder and another on his back.

"You shouldn't move around yet."

"I just wanna sit up, I can't lie on my stomach forever." He shifted again and with Riley's help he was sitting with his back propped up on two pillows against the headboard. When Beck was settled Riley sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I don't know what that stick chick is writing about—what you did that you think is so bad that you can't tell me—but what I do know is that I'm not going to leave without a fight. What we have isn't something that you just go and throw away, so I'll be here when you realize that you want to stop running."

Her look was fierce and strong and burned holes straight through his eye's and into his soul. In that moment his breath caught and his admiration for her increased tenfold but reality had a way of sneaking in.

If only it were that easy. When ye'll hear what they say I won't be the only one runnin', Beck thought sadly.

Riley's hand sought out Beck's on the bed and they stayed like that until the pain medication started to work.

Beck was half asleep when the thought struck him. He opened his eyes and looked for Riley. She was had moved back to the chair but was still holding his hand, that same tiered look on her face that he'd originally seen.

"Ya need to go feed—"

"It's already done," Riley interrupted giving his hand a slight reassuring squeeze. "I fed Rennie when Carmela was working on your back. I think she was worried about you, the little thing was running around frantically in her cage."

He relaxed back into his pillow. His breathing slowed and deepened.

"Thanks, Riley," he said before sleep completely took him under.

'I wasn't going to let the little one starve just because her owner decided to tango with a fiend," Riley said amused.

"No, thanks for comin' to save my sorry ass."

"Always," Riley whispered.

"Always," Beck said slowly, trying it out and deciding he liked the feel.

I have a couple pretty compact ideas for some of the letters but if you have an idea for a letter or something you really want me to write about, feel free to send me a PM. I'd love to hear from you and reviews make my day (hint, hint) :)

Hope to see you guys back here in about a week!