Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, it belongs to Dan and Nickelodeon.

MI's Note: Merry Christmas! I hope it's still within parameters to say that . . . . Due to a review from ScottyBgood and his amazing support, I decided to write this little piece. My friend, I hope you like it.

One Too Many
tries, chances . . .

Trina would usually be at a bar or a party, but after her sister moved out of the house, she was devastated. She just couldn't go ahead and try to live as she usually did, because nothing was the same.

Dwelling on these thoughts, tears began falling, and by the time she realized she wasn't alone, she heard her own soft cries, her own sobs. Sniffling, she dried her tears just to come face to face with the one person who made her heart beat fast.

"Oh!" He cleared his throat, looking nervous. "Trina . . . you aren't stalking me, are you?"

Those words alone were worse than a punch to the gut. Was that all she was? Yes, she was. She was a creepy stalker, the one who ended up breaking potential relations just for the hope of having the one, elusive, Beck Oliver spend Christmas Eve and New Year with her. Well, it was New Year, and she was with him, but definitely not the way she expected.

"You know, I guess I never really got to know you," — that, got her attention from her thoughts, and she sharply rose her eyes to meet his, "and at the moment, we're both free —"

"You're not saying what I think you are," she interrupted, looking at him darkly; what was she? Sloppy, meager seconds for him not to consider her unless any other potential girl was unavailable? Or perhaps, she was simply the safest? "Excuse me but, I do believe I can do better!"

With that, and a few sniffles later, she left. That wasn't how she wanted it to go, it wasn't how her mind allowed her to think it should be. She was a good catch — a great catch! So she wasn't about to simply agree to that boy's terms, even if it was all she ever, truly wanted . . . . She turned around to go back, just to crash onto someone.

A young man, around her own age, with a thick, blond mane and chocolate eyes. It reminded her of Cat's, not Beck's, and that felt like a sign. His pale skin looked a tad red, and he genuinely looked apologetic for the crash. As she saw him leave, she couldn't help the thought that, perhaps, he was the answer to keep her from doing something stupid, like going back to Beck.

"What's your name?" She asked, taking his arm, alarming him.

"Jesus!" His free hand went to his heart, then noticed that there was a cute female latched to his arm, but he just kindly smiled at her; she frowned a bit.

"If you tell me your birthday was six days ago," she began with seriousness, "then we'll have trouble.

"What?" His surprise was more than evident, and it got a grin from her. "Oh, no! You just surprised me. My name is Alexander, Alex for short."

"Scotty!" Someone called and the man turned to attention; she frowned at that. "Oh man, you found another girl . . ."

"Yeah well, she doesn't strike me like the surfer kind," he replied with a shrug, but the other just shook his head. "Hey, I'm here, and I'm riding the first wave of the year!"

"No, you ain't," the other replied, taking a light jump in the sand and throwing some in his general direction, away from Trina; she was grateful for that, "you'll be choking in the salty water I leave behind!"

He left, but the man, Scotty or Alex, or whatever, just smiled and motioned with his head for her to follow. There was a roaring bonfire at the edge, along with several others about eight feet apart or so. They were roaring in different colors, and several surfers were around it, fooling and goofing about, or preparing their boards to take on the first wave of the New Year.

"I thought you said your name was Alex," she asked with a light frown, "yet you answer to Scotty."

He groaned a bit. "It's safe to say you've noticed my accent," he began.

"Australian," she replied with a knowing glint and he was surprised.

"Thank you," and he meant it, "everyone says it's Scottish, so to spite me, they call me Scotty."

She grinned at that. "It's obvious you've lived there too."

"Wow, you're amazing," and she blushed at that; his own ears turned red. "Um, any way, would you like to surf? At least see me?"

"I would like that . . . ."

Six Years Later . . .

Trina groaned, closing the door of her apartment. She had managed to spend Christmas Eve with her family, but due to her recent acting career getting a liftoff, she had been busy. It was now New Year, and since she didn't feel like interrupting her family and friend's outing, she found herself going to her actual excuse of an apartment. More like a loft, she barely used it now days.

She heard a sound coming from her living room and stopped, frowning a bit. Only an idiot would try to break in, because not only did it held nothing of value, but her martial arts training was what she was now so well known for. Trina had helped choreograph a fighting scene in an action movie, had worked with Jet Lee on a minor role in one of his movies, and was now hired to play a mayor role with Jackie Chan, and he was directing that film. A dream come true. And it just wasn't for show, it spoke of her talent as an actress and a martial artist; she gave thanks for that fateful night six years ago.

"Alright," she said as she turned on the light, throwing a punch in the direction of the sound; she missed. "Scotty!"

"Hey baby," he replied with a chuckle to her accusing tone; she was a physical person who didn't pull punches, so it was a good thing he could roll with them. He was kneeling, usual tactic to evade incoming blows. "I know you might hate me for this, but it has to be done now.

"We aren't getting any younger, and we've had our odds and outs but," she inhaled sharply, noticing he was holding a ring in plain sight, "I cannot phantom my life without you. Will you marry me and be my wife?"

She had tears in her eyes by the end of it, covering her mouth, unable to believe it. It had been the longest relationship she had been in, it had also been the slowest to take shape, but perhaps that was the secret to it all. Unable to even answer right away, she fell on to him, sobbing softly, like that night they had met. She whispered her answer to his ear, and they hugged.

"Okay, would you mind speaking up so we can all hear?" Jade demanded.

"Jade!" Tori hushed, but obviously the pale woman wasn't about to let it go, until that tongue joined hers.

"Mommy!" A little boy leapt up and crashed onto the two who were kneeling, laughing at the intruder of their moment. "Daddy!"

"Xander," the child grinned like a goof; he was a blessing in the form of an accident, named after his father, he followed the nick naming tradition of his mother and aunt. "Come, your mom and dad are busy."

Holly was with David, enjoying a healthy relation for both. The boy leapt to her arms, he was three, about to turn four, and utterly adorable. He had a sibling on the way, but neither had spoken anything about marriage. He must have noticed her look of envy and longing when Jade proposed, which was the reason why he was doing it right then, just like the pale girl had, without certainty of the answer.

"Jade is right," Beck said, hugging Alyssa Vaughn, who was also expecting, "we never heard your answer."

"I said yes!" She exclaimed all giddy.

Now, ever since last year, they had all done and tried their best to spend their holidays in LA, together. After all, Jade had been directing the latest The Scissoring Christmas special in Rome, and it had been only chance that Tori's tour had been there as well. They had been on a rough patch, since Jade had nonchalantly agreed to the Latina's proposal, claiming that she expected a better flair at proposal from her part.

"Oh my god!" Tori whispered to her sister.

"I cannot believe he just did that!" Her sister replied. "It still doesn't compare to last year though . . ."

"Oh, she has developed that taste for flair nicely," the youngest said with a fond smile, turning towards her own fiancée with tenderness and placing a hand in her belly, "I still cannot believe she had the Pope give us his blessing, causing quite the polemic."

"Well, she did good by the world with that move," Cat said in a brief moment of enlightenment, "oh yay, red velvet cupcakes!"

"Hey Cat, where are your two shadows?" Jade called as she came with Alexander and Xander on tow.

"In the bathroom," she didn't notice the scandalized looks; the twins had taken to enjoying some private moments between them, which the redhead encouraged, "turns out that morning sickness isn't only in the mornings."

Jade turned to Tori, touching her belly, eyes then going to Trina's and she was baffled. They then turned to Alyssa, who was already showing, Robbie and Rex were talking about adopting, but heaven forbid their BDSM dynamics gets a child involved in some way and Sherry, André's high school sweet heart, was asking him for a child as well.

"I don't remember doing some kind of pregnancy pact," Trina said, just as baffled, then turned to Jade, "does your brother knows —"

Jade glared. "No, and it isn't his."

"Wait, then, who's . . . ?"

"It's Jade's . . . ." The pale woman smirked, pulling her love close and biting the neck.

Despite the questioning looks, she said nothing, and Trina went as far as to (try to) check her sister's fiancée below-waist equipment, just to have her hand slapped away by the pregnant female.

"Only I have that privilege," Tori said, pouting a bit.

"Excuse her, pregnancy might not do her well," the pale one laughed a bit, holding tight to the woman in her arms, "you get hormonal Tor, but I don't mind, as long as it's private."

"I am so going to regret this when I'm coherent," Tori remarked with a sigh, and everyone laughed, knowing it was true. "So, anyone else thinking about Hollywood Arts for the kids?"

The conversation went on from that point, and Sam and Mel arrived. The mean one had mellowed out quite a bit, and the hormones seemed to have done a polarity wreck between the two. To point in which they called the nice one Sam, and the mean one Mel, just to get the names right.

It would seem that Christmas and New Year always brought something unique to this group.