note: This is inspired by the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I just really needed to write it because, IDK, Jane Smith constantly reminded me of Jade and I just couldn't resist. There will be quite a few differences between this and the movie, but will have generally the same idea. :D I DO NOT OWN VICTORIOUS. PS, the prologue goes directly into chapter one. Basically.

Mr.

and

Mrs.

Oliver

-prologue-

"Sikowitz?" Blue eyes narrowed at the nameplate plastered proudly on a fancy brown desk before flashing to the man beside her. "You're kidding me, right?" Said man merely shrugged his shoulders.

"What? Maybe it's Jewish."

"Jewish for what, psychotic killer?"

"Hey, it's a crazy world." This did not please the blue eyed woman in the slightest, and she instead trained her glare onto the psychiatrist before her.

"So. Sikowitz." The psychiatrists grinned.

"Yes, that is my name. And you must be Jadelyn Oliver?" The woman snarled in response.

"Jade," the woman growled.

"Ah, yes; your husband mentioned your nasty attitude." Jade stiffened before glaring at the man to her right.

"Nasty attitude? Just because I'm not spewing rainbows and sunshine, doesn't mean-"

"And you, sir, must be Beckett Oliver." The darker skinned man nodded his head calmly as he stuck out a hand.

"Please, call me Beck. And it's nice to meet you, Mr. Sikowitz. I'm a little... upset we're not meeting under better circumstances." Beck passed a furtive glance towards his wife as he spoke. Something that Sikowitz noted.

"Yeah, yeah, enough with the formalities. Can't we get this wedding counselor-crap over with?" Jade spoke up as she leaned against the back of her chair. Sikowitz made a face.

"What's with the hurry, Jade? You don't want to fix your marriage?" The look Jade gave Sikowitz was darker than the black dress she wore.

"My marriage is perfectly fine, thank-you-very-much," Jade snapped- to which Beck shook his head softly. Sikowitz wrote this down as well.

Wife seems to be in denial.

"What do you think about your marriage, Beck?" Sikowitz asked the husband. Beck opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Jade.

"He thinks it's fine, too." Beck rolled his eyes, but said nothing in protest. Sikowitz stroked his beard, intrigued by their dynamic. It would seem that Jade was a domineering kind of woman, and from what Sikowitz observed just then, she liked to boss Beck around. Beck didn't seem like the kind of man to fight back with words, and probably hated arguing in the first place. Perhaps the Canadian entertained Jade's controlling side. However... as Sikowitz examined the couple, he knew that just by looking at him, Beck was growing increasingly sick of Jade's controlling him.

Sikowitz was sure to jot that down.

"Alright, then. Let's start with the basics. How long have you two been married?"

"A year," Beck answered proudly, but the scoff from his wife caused him to falter. "I mean, a year and a half." There was a mocking tone laced throughout his second reply, one that visibly irritated Jade. However, the black haired woman didn't jump at the bait. Interesting.

She appears to have some level of self-control

"A year and a half? You live in the same house, I presume?" This time, both of them nodded. "That's good. Do you share the same bed?"

"Of course," Jade answered. Beck , however, snorted at her answer. This time, however, Jade didn't let it slide. "I'm sorry; what the hell is wrong with you?" Jade snapped, whipping her head to her husband so fast, Sikowitz was sure the woman would develop whiplash. Beck gave his wife a pointed look.

"Well, if you want this counseling thing to work, you're going to have to be honest."

"Honest? I am being honest! We do sleep in the same bed!" Beck gave Jade another look. "I mean... we usually share the same bed." Another stare from Beck caused Jade to drop her gaze to the blue and green carpet. "It's only been, like, two months."

"Yea, two months of me trying to fit on the couch."

"Oh, come on, you're about as skinny as a pencil; you have no problem sleeping there!"

"Meanwhile, Jade Oliver is hogging the king sized bed to herself..."

"Shut up, Beck, I am not hogging it! You just manage to do really stupid things on a daily basis so of course I wouldn't want to sleep with you." Sikowitz had been taking notes up until that point. It would seem that Jade had just given him the perfect question!

"How often do you two have sex?" Sikowitz asked, unashamed and unforgiving. This caught the bickering couple by surprise. After the two shared a confused look, Beck spoke up.

"Um... excuse me?" Sikowitz smiled in a polite manner- or at least, in the politest manner one could smile at someone when asking them a horribly private question.

"I said, how often do the two of you have sex?" Beck blinked.

"...I don't understand the question."

"Yeah," Jade agreed, "do you mean like... how many times a week? Or..."

"Sure. How many times this week?" Beck and Jade shared another look; something Sikowitz decided to note.

"Uh... I mean... we've been very busy this week," Jade finally stuttered out.

"Yea, there are a bunch of... stuff... to do," Beck added.

"We can't possibly..."

"...Make time..."

"...for..."

"..that..."

Sikowitz found their discomfort amusing- much more than a psychiatrist should have- and continued grinning at them. Though his new smile could have been argued to look a bit too malicious.

"Alright, how often in the passed month?"

"...I... don't understand this question either." Jade bobbed her head in agreement. Sikowitz had to stifle a laugh.

"Okay, how often in the passed year?"

"...I don't know," Beck admitted, running a hand through his hair. "What about you, Jade?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Well, you're a lot better at remembering things than I am."

"...Were you implying something?"

"Hm? No, why would I-"

"Because you get off by making me angry." At this, Sikowitz openly snickered. The two didn't notice.

"Jade, I literally just asked a question," Beck was saying, but Jade shook her head slowly.

"No, you were implying that I hold grudges too much."

"No, I really wasn't... And you do hold grudges too much. I mean, I am still sleeping on the couch."

"That's not called holding a grudge, that's called punishing my idiot of a husband!"

"So, what'd I do that made it illegal for me to sleep with my own wife?" That one caught Jade (and the giggling Sikowitz) off guard.

"Excuse me?" Jade asked, though strangely, she hadn't sounded that angry. Beck just shook his head.

"You heard me."

An awkward silence emerged between the two, prompting Sikowitz to speak up.

"Erm... so... it's clear to me that there's a lot of tension between the two of you." The two grunted in response. "Any ideas why that might be?"

"Because Beck is never around." Beck swiveled around in his chair to look at Jade.

"What do you mean I'm never around?" He sounded genuinely curious, if not a tad bit... afraid. Afraid of what, Sikowitz could only wonder.

"I mean exactly what I said. You're never around. You always go out at the dead of night, and every time you go out you take off your wedding ring." Beck didn't say anything. "See? He's not denying it. If there's anything wrong with this marriage, it's him." Beck flinched at those words, but still said nothing. Sikowitz wrote this down.

Husband appears to be guilty... perhaps he is committing adultery?

"And what about you, Beck? You've been awfully quiet? Toad got your voice box?" Beck didn't even respond to the odd phrase. Instead, he just looked over to Jade with sad-looking brown eyes. She refused to meet them.

"I'm just sad that Jade doesn't trust me anymore."

"Maybe I'd trust you if you were more honest with me."

"Maybe I'd be more honest with you if you'd explain why leave the house at the ass-crack-of-dawn."

"Um, I kind of have a job, Beck. Women don't belong in the kitchen these days."

"Yea, except, you're office doesn't open until the noontime." This caught Jade in her steps. "So, what exactly is so important that you have to leave the house before the sun even rises?" It was now Jade's turn to stare at the ground in shame, though hers was considerably more grudging. Sikowitz pursed his lips together as he thought the conversation over in his mind.

"If I were to take a guess," the balding man began, "I think the reason your marriage is deteriorating is because of the secrets the two of you are keeping. They're tearing you two apart." Beck glanced at Jade, but dropped his eyes when she looked over to him. "I think it'd be best if, whatever it is you two are hiding from each other, you just came clean. Right now."

The room filled with silence.

"...None of you are willing to open up?" More silence ensued. Sikowitz sighed. "I can't say I'm not disappointed in you two." The silence that followed was just as guilt-ridden and tense as before. Sikowitz glanced at the clock. There was about fifteen minutes left. Damn. The man was growing quite tired of the fighting.

"Why don't the two of you tell me when you first met," Sikowitz suggested. A simple story was bound to keep the peace. At least remotely. At the mention of the time the two met, Jade visibly brightened.

"It was two years ago. In Mexico City."

"Wasn't it-" Beck started to comment, but was stopped when he saw the hell-fire that burned in Jade's eyes. "Um. Mexico City. Two years ago. Right." Jade let out a breath before continuing.

"I remember quite a bit of chaos going on because someone had just assassinated one of the drug lords there. The police had told me to get off the streets, because it was a dangerous place for tourists to just be walking about. So, I entered the nearest hotel, and... there he was. Looking very confused and very disheveled, like he'd been doing some serious fighting..."

Sikowitz was impressed by Jade's storytelling. He was incredibly absorbed in her story, as if he'd been in Mexico City himself, seeing a very baffled Beck for the first time. There was also a sense of love in Jade's voice as he described Beck, something that Sikowitz would've pegged as a good thing.

He continued listening to the story of the first time Beck and Jade met...