Title: A Father's Love
Author: Jonathan
Rating: M
Chapter: Prologue
Category: Jade/? (The answer is pretty simple once you read the prologue. Just give it a chance :)
Spoilers: "The Worst Couple"
Summery: Jade West just been dealt a blow that she didn't see coming. The only person who might help her is her true father?
Disclaimer: Victorious is owned by Dan Schneider, Danwarp, Nick, Viacom
Author Notes:This is a crossover. Read the fic first, and then the disclaimer will be post at the end. Starting chapter 1, it will be listed here.
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And then there was nothing. Nothing. Just me and the door. I stared at the closed threshold. Knowing that behind that door were the five people who were my only escape from the life I had at home. The life that I dreaded, and the only person who knew how I felt was the one person who stood behind that door.
Looking at the door, I just waited for it to open. Hoping that it would open, and out would come my Beck, offering the hope that I knew he held. The hope that I needed to function. Needed to make my miserable existence bearable.
And nothing.
A breath escaped my lips and my silent plea was quickly dissolving.
Giving the door one more look, I turn around and left the Vega house. Left for my car. As I reached my car, my hand rested upon the handle. Taking out the keys with my other hand, I quickly opened the door and slipped inside. Closing the door, I slid the key into the ignition and roared the car to life. Locking the doors beside me, I looked into the rearview mirror and backed out of the driveway. Putting the car into drive, I pressed my foot on the gas and spun off, driving into the night.
The ride to my house was quiet. While my first instinct was the blare the radio and drown out my pain. I dunno know, but for some bizarre reason I decided against it. Instead, I just kept my hands on wheel and continued to drive. Allowing the wind to blow through my hair as the stupid crickets did their horrific chirping. I could only grunt in frustration.
"Dammit. Can't you just shutup!"
And of course, the stupid crickets didn't listen. Instead, I just groaned and continued to drive. Time continued to draw on as I drove down the grooved pavement.
It wasn't until another ten/fifteen minutes until I got to my house. Reaching for the gear, I put the car in park as I came close to the garage.
Turning off the car, I slammed the door open and I made my way out of the car. Closing the door beside me, I made it up to my walkway. I was about to put my key into my house when I heard a sudden beeping sound.
"Dammit. Not now."
Going into my pocket, I reached for my Pear Phone and hit the 'on' button…
"Yeah… what do you want?"
"Hi Jade…"
I groaned, "Not now Shapiro…"
"Look, we need to talk…"
My eyes rolled as I turned around and leaned against my wall. "Why? Is Beck with you?" I couldn't help but hope that he was. While I made sure the dork didn't know how I was feeling, I had no idea if was able to read my true feelings…
Dammit Shapiro… I dunno need to hear from you…
"Nope. Just me and my car of the future…"
I couldn't help but smirk when he said that. I rolled my eyes, "You still drivin that piece of shit?"
"I'll have you know that my car hasn't been in any accidents since I got it."
"Probably because any car would turn the other way when the driver sees you." I retort.
"Whatever you say…" He replied simply…
"Whatever…" I tell him.
The line soon went silent.
"What do you want, Shapiro?"
"I want to make sure you're okay…" He reasoned.
"I'm fine, Shapiro."
"Right…" The dork answered, with hesitation…
"Look, Dork, if you don't have anything to say, I'm gone…"
"Are you now?" He smirked.
I pulled the phone from my ear and glared at it. Have you always been this stubborn? Bringing it back to my ear, "I don't need this type of talk…"
"I bet you do…" Robbie admitted.
"I don't."
"Right…" He repeated…
"Are you trying to get your ass thrown back at you with this constant questioning?" I sneer into the phone. When he didn't answer, I added, "I didn't think so, Dork. Bye…"
"Jade, look, I…"
"Too late..." I then hung up. Groaning to myself, I place the phone back into my pocket and opened the door.
As soon as I entered, I already noticed my mother by the counter. She looked she was cutting something. A smile crossed my lips as I saw the impending doom on some red skinned vegetable.
She soon looked up from her cutting, "Hi, Jade…"
"Hey…" I said slowly.
"You're home early…"
I shrugged, "Am I?"
My mother looked at me, noticing my typical bland behavior. "Where's Beck?"
"Not here." I answer.
My mom came towards me, "You alright?"
"Fine…"
"Uh huh…" She said, slowly.
"I'm going upstairs."
My mom looked at me, confused, and then back at the cutting board. Looking back at her daughter, she added, "I'm making some soup. You want some?"
The name soup caused me to take a moment, I look at my mom, and then replied, "I don't want any soup…"
She just looked at me, confused. "Everything between you and Beck alright?"
"Yeah, we're good…" I said to her, trying not to unload my pain. She didn't need to know anything about it, and there was noway I was going to say anything.
"I'm going up. Night…"
I start to climb up the steps when I hear my mom go to her phone. She picked it up and dialed something. What, I dunno. And I didn't care. But I did hear one thing as I hit my room…
"Hi… um, Ash? We need to talk."
I looked at the stairs one more time. "Who the fuck is Ash?" Shrugging, I turn back to my door and go inside. Closing the door behind me.
TBC in chapter 1
This is actually something that hit me when I wrote my last chapter of Rebound. Something about the conversation between Jade and Tori made me think this might be interesting. If anyone knows my Buffy writing, they can see me do something like this. If not, hopefully you'll give this story a chance.
Basically, the idea is what if Ash Williams (of Evil Dead/Army of Darkness) was Jade's father. For some reason, I can see that happening. So, what do you think? Did you like it? Should I continue?
Thanks for reading…
This is Jonathan sighing off…
Evil Dead/Army of Darkness is owned by Raimi, Tapert, Renaisannce Picutres.