I had this idea for this story and I really wanted to type it up. So here's the first chapter. I'll try to update as much as possible.

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious or these characters.

Jade waited rather impatiently in her bedroom. Beck was supposed to have picked her up twenty minutes ago, and he usually isn't late. Where are you? She sent him a text message, growing irritated. After ten more minutes of stretching her body to look out her window, only to see nothing, she decided to call him. She clicked the green send button on her phone and held it to her ear.

"Hey, this is Beck. I can't get to the phone right now, so leave me a message and I'll get back to ya." Beck's voice spoke calmly from the other end of the phone. Directly to voicemail? He always has his phone on.

Jade decided to leave a message, regardless. "Beck, I don't know why you're not answering your phone, but you're late. Hurry up!" With that, she ended the call. A moment later, her phone was buzzing with a new call. She eagerly looked at the screen to confirm that Beck was on his way. Andre. Why was Andre calling her? Was Beck with him? Maybe his phone died. Jade answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Jade, it's Andre." His voice sounded a little different.

"I know that. Why are you calling me?"

"Jade, it's Beck. He was in an accident."

"Excuse me, what?" Jade asked, praying that there was some kind of static effecting her hearing.

"Beck's been in an accident. His mom just called me. She tried to get a hold of you, but the line was busy. Look Jade, we're all on our way to the hospital-"

She cut him off. "Which one?"

"Hollywood Community Hospital." Jade ended the call before either of them could say another word. She ran down the staircase and hurried to tie on her boots. She took two seconds to think. There was usually one car in the garage, even if her father and step-mother were out. She grabbed the keys out of a bowl on the kitchen counter and opened the garage, pulling on her seatbelt and hurrying to the hospital. It was about a half hour drive from her house in the LA traffic, but she would go as fast as possible. All she could do on the way there was think of every memory she had that involved Beck. She tried to convince herself that he was fine, but she heard Andre's tone on the phone. She knew this wasn't something small. She had a lot of time to think on the way over, but as she pulled into a parking spot, she threw the door open and ran to the front desk, asking for the room of Beckett Oliver. She got a floor number and was told to ask the nurses at the floor. She did so but was informed that there were no visitors allowed at this time.

"Jade!" It was Cat who called out to her. Her friend's voice made her feel a bit better, but it didn't do much. She ran towards the group, her hair seeming to follow behind her. Cat engulfed her in a hug that she couldn't refuse.

"Mrs. Oliver!" Jade exclaimed at the site of Beck's mother. "Have they told you anything?"

"Just that he's in critical condition. We're waiting to hear more from the doctor." Jade sighed impatiently and took a seat by everyone else.

"Jade, it's okay to cry if you want." Cat said reassuringly.

"I don't want to cry, Cat. I just want to see Beck." Her voice was angry at first, but the last sentence was said in a sad, quiet tone. After an hour or so of waiting that seemed to last a whole century, a doctor appeared. He called out Mr. and Mrs. Oliver's names, and Jade shot out of her seat, going to listen to what he had to say.

As she approached, the doctor stopped mid-sentence to turn to her. "I'm sorry miss. I can only share this information with family." Jade gave him a dark glare and Beck's mom spoke up.

"She's fine." The doctor proceeded.

"He's lucky he was wearing a seatbelt, but it seems he hit his head pretty bad. It looks like he might have got a concussion, but we won't know much until he wakes up. And even that might take a few days. He was unconscious when they brought him in and he's sedated now. He only has a few gashes and luckily did not break anything. He'll most likely have a lot of pain and bruising. For now, we're just tracking his vitals."

Both Jade and Beck's mother let out a sigh. Jade hadn't even realized that she was holding her breath. "When can we see him?"

"Family is allowed in now, but only for an hour or so." Jade looked at the parents pleadingly. It was then agreed that after they saw Beck, Jade would be allowed in for a bit, but everyone else would have to come back another day.

When Jade walked into the room, she felt as if she'd stumbled into the wrong one. The only thing that was vaguely familiar was the dark hair that stuck out of a bandage around his head and the tan skin that showed above the covers of the hospital bed. She couldn't speak, but it didn't matter much anyways. Neither could he. So she sat for a while, carefully holding his hand.

This went on for a few more days, probably around four or five, but Jade eventually lost count as one day melted into another. His parents made her go home each night, but for the past few days she refused to go to school. It would be useless. She sat in the room, snipping away at a rough tissue with a pair of scissors so the little pieces fell in the garbage can beside her. She had pulled a chair right next to Beck's bed. A noise from beside her startled her. It had been absolutely quiet, except for the beeping of machines, for days. A raspy groan escaped his cracked lips and Jade quickly set down her scissors. A minute or two later, his eyes fluttered open.

"Beck?" She leaned towards him, holding his hand gently.

His eyes slowly moved in her direction. His lips moved, but it was hard to hear what he was saying. He paused to clear his throat. He tried again. "Who's Beck? And who are you?"