= IF JADE WERE OFF COFFEE = : PART THREE

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious, nor Punk'd (which is mentioned during fic)

A/N: ~This is dedicated to everyone who reviewed my previous one-shots! I couldn't have done this without your wonderful words of support!~

SUMMARY: another one-shot featuring Jade West acting different and Beck Oliver freaking out. Enjoy! ((In case there was any confusion, every chapter is a one-shot inspired by the first one I posted, but they're based around the same plot line- my take on Jade without coffee))


((= DRABBLE ONE =)) : JADE = CRY BABY?


When the gang (minus Beck, who had been absent the last few days from school due to a cold) found Jade, they were stunned and horrified by what they were baring witness to.

The infamous, tough-as-nails, sadistically Gothic, scissor-loving, horror-film fanatic, darkly beautiful, Jade West was sobbing. Out loud. In public.

"What-What is going on here?" Tori frantically asked, her hands waving in panic. "Why-Why is she-she crying like that?!"

Robbie winced as Jade let out another heart-retching sob. "I don't know, but we should go over there and comfort her," he stated, keeping his voice low. There was just something about an openly crying girl that made talking at a normal level seem deviant.

"Poor Jadey," Cat whispered, her own big brown eyes tearing. With that, she quickly bounded off to see what had happened to her best friend, the others following on her heels.

When they reached the Asphalt Cafe table their friend was sitting at, Tori and Cat immediately placed comforting hands onto Jade's jerking shoulders. This didn't seem to help. Jade's breath hitched, then another wailing cry left her lips. The only reason the sound was remotely muffled was thanks to her face being buried in her arms.

Andre and Robbie stood nearby, the boys quiet and unsure about what to do to assist Tori and Cat.

"Maybe you should call Beck?" Robbie suggested, shifting uncomfortably.

Andre's pear-phone was already out, his fingers flying over the screen in his panic to find Beck's contact information. "Dude, I don't even know if Beck is gonna answer," he groaned. "He's been sick for the last few days."

Meanwhile, Tori and Cat were soothing Jade as best they could. Frankly, Tori was surprised the goth hadn't bitten their heads off yet for touching her, let alone trying to comfort her (because the normal Jade didn't need comfort, it was the other way around).

"Jadey, what happened?" Cat asked, her sweet voice soft. "Why are you crying? I mean, one time, my brother-"

"Now's not the time for that, Cat," Tori interrupted, her hand continuously patting Jade's shoulder. "Jade, what happened? This isn't like you, at all."

Jade finally stopped, her sobbing being reduced to sniffles. When she picked her head up, she miraculously still looked beautiful with only her make-up a bit smudged in some easily concealed spots. "It-It's horrible!" she stuttered out, her voice jerking thanks to her crying. "S-Simply hor-horrible."

Tori's and Cat's eyes widened. "What happened?" they exclaimed, knowing something drastic had to have occurred, especially if it made Jade this upset. Their first thought was that Beck had done something, which raised their hackles; girls had to stick together! If they found out he had anything to do with this-

"My pencil snapped in half!"


((= DRABBLE TWO =)) : BECK = PISSED!


Rolling over in bed, Beck groaned as he groped for his pear-phone. He'd been enjoying a dream of Jade suddenly coming to visit sick-lil-ol-him and nursing him back to complete health. As it stood, his girlfriend (of more than two years, which he always found pride in) didn't want to catch his bug, so refused to even talk to him over the phone.

Now, normally, guys would be peeved about this, but not Beck Oliver. No, he applauded her practical sense. After all, how was he gonna get his missed work when his girl was busy being sick with him? See, practical. Jade thought of everything (despite the fact she didn't get his work either, so homework was piling up and waiting for him when he came back)

... The cold must have seriously affected his brain.

Finally grasping his cell, Beck pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Hello?" he answered, voice slightly hoarse.

"Beck! Finally, man, you answer your phone!" Andre's panicked voice exclaimed from the other end. Vaguely, the Canadian-born boy could hear Robbie's whispered, frantic words in the background. "You have got to drag your butt down to school right now! It's Jade- she really needs you, man!"

His back snapped straight. "Jade?" he asked, skeptical. "Jade needs me? Are you sure you have the right girl?" Faint amusement touched his voice, though he did start looking around for clean clothes and his truck's keys.

"Oh man, Beck, you have no idea how twisted this is gonna sound," Andre replied. "Seriously, I have never seen this before. We must've fallen into an alternate universe or something equally wonky!"

Beginning to get a little worried, he said in a calm voice, "Andre, start from the beginning. What happened, and how does it involve Jade?" Slight exasperation entered his tone as he added, "Don't tell me some girl got her upset over nothing? You would think other girls would be smarter than to anger Jade, but you never know. Some are pretty arrogant."

"No, no! Nothing like that," his best friend answered, the panic still evident in his voice. In the background, Robbie was starting to speak louder but Beck still couldn't understand anything he said. "Dude, Jade is crying! Sobbing-her-heart-out crying! Get down here and fix this!"

The hand holding his cell to his ear clenched so tightly, the plastic creaked ominously. Beck went completely still, his dark eyes darkening even further, if possible. Suddenly, everything became a buzz in his head and his eyes could no longer see anything in front of him.

"Beck?" Andre's voice shouted, though it only sounded like a faint echo. "Beck, are you still there, man?"

Softly, dangerously, Beck asked one thing, "Who?"

"What? 'Who', what?"

Teeth clenched in boiling anger, he snapped, "Who the hell made Jade cry." Of course, it didn't come out as a question, more like a demand. Because Beck Oliver was one word: pissed. No one -and he meant NO ONE- got away with making his girl cry! No one! It didn't matter if it had been done unintentionally- the one who made Jade shed any tears was immediately put at the top of Beck's shit list.

There was a pause on the other side of the line, and Beck practically threw himself from his bed to get changed and on his way to Hollywood Arts High.

In his haste to find clothes and gather his stuff, he missed the incredulous response:

"She's crying because her pencil snapped?"


((= DRABBLE THREE =)) : SOBBING GIRL = CUDDLE COMFORT


By the time Beck made it to school, everyone was already in class, so he went to the one place Jade would go when she was upset and wanted to be alone. He could get his revenge on the one who made her cry later; taking care of his girlfriend was more important.

Arriving at the janitor's closet, his stomach clenched as he heard muffled crying even from outside. He could only imagine how loud her actual crying was. It was heartbreaking just from where he stood; how much worse would it be when he entered?

Knocking quietly, he said, "Jade? It's me, Beck. Let me in, babe."

"Beck?" came her muffled but watery voice from the other side.

He winced. "Yeah, babe. Unlock the door for me."

Shuffling sounded inside, a few thumps, and then the unmistakable sound of the lock disengaging. Beck opened the door cautiously but quickly closed it behind him.

"Babe, what's wrong?" he asked in concern, dropping his bag, then himself down onto the floor in front of her. It nearly split his heart in two when he saw the way Jade huddled into herself. Her knees were drawn up to her chest and her arms were wrapped around her legs. "You have to tell me, so I can fix it. Who made you so upset?"

Jade whimpered, but used one hand to point towards her messenger bag. On top lay a pencil broken in half. "My pencil broke," she sniffled.

What? Beck was confused. Completely. That was why Jade had been crying? Because her pencil snapped in two?

"But, that's not even the worst part!" she wailed, tears beginning to slide down her pale cheeks again at the memory.

Oh, thank God, he thought. There was more to the story, and he was about to get a front row seat. Anything to help him track down the one who hurt his supposed-to-be violent girlfriend.

Jade locked ice-blue orbs that were red from crying with his concerned gaze. "My papers got ruined!" New sobs racked her slim frame as she reburied her face into her stocking-clad thighs.

Beck shifted in his spot, unsure how to deal with the situation. Obviously, Jade was very upset, but this was a little over-the-top even for her. "You lost me," he admitted, but whatever else he was going to say was interrupted.

Throwing herself at him unexpectedly, he caught her just in time. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" she wailed, burying her face into his shirt now. "I didn't mean to lose you. Please, forgive me!"

"Babe, calm down," he frantically said, wrapping his arms around her. "I'm sorry, too, for making you cry again. It's just... I don't understand why you're so sad about your pencil and papers being ruined?" He swore to God if he was being Punk'd right now, he was gonna commit a heinous crime. Swore it.

Jade drew back, tears streaming down her pretty features. "You don't understand?!" she exclaimed, more tears leaking from her eyes. "How can you not understand. My pencil broke! My papers got ruined! Water spilled on it and now there are holes in it!" A whimper escaped her throat, small fists tightening in his shirt. "To make things worse, I made you lost. I'm such a bad person!"

As she continued to sob and cling to him, Beck could only stroke her soft hair and soothe her the best he could, considering their situation. Something was seriously wrong with his Jade; she had never cried so easily before, nor got so upset over such small matters.

He would have to talk to their friends to see how to fix her. As much as he liked being the protector in their relationship for once, he loved his Jade West a thousand times more, not this weepy girl.


((= DRABBLE FOUR =)) : 'WEEPY GIRL' = UNWANTED PROTECTORS


When lunch time rolled around, the last thing Beck expected was to be confronted by a horde of guys- most of whom he didn't even know! But that didn't stop them from ganging up on him. Oh no. Of course not. Not even close.

"Oliver, what the hell did you do to Jade?" one of them demanded, cornering Beck at his transparent locker. The jacket he wore was the only sign the Canadian-born boy needed to tell him he was dealing with the captain of the football team.

Great. Just perfect.

Beck frowned darkly, really not in the mood. "What are you talking about, man?" he asked in a casual tone he wasn't feeling. "I didn't do anything to Jade."

"Then, explain why she's crying on the staircase," another boy -this one from the basketball team- demanded. "We know you two have problems, but that doesn't give you an excuse to make her cry like she is. Geez, dude, she's a chick! You need to learn to chill."

Growling, Beck came close to lashing out. How dare these yahoos think he would actually make Jade cry? Swallowing thickly to control his temper, he calmly explained, "Look, I don't know why she's crying. I just got back from being absent the last few days, and I found her like that. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my girlfriend."

Shoving his way passed the human blockage, he went straight towards the staircase where he'd left Jade to get his books. What he found was not unexpected, though he shouldn't have been surprised.

Guys were surrounding the dark haired beauty, all of them trying to comfort her by promising various things. It went from buying her a new pair of scissors to getting her a cup of coffee, then to extremes like beating up whoever hurt her (Beck's name being mentioned more than once) to buying her a new car. It was all very flattering, really, but Beck was annoyed. He was her boyfriend; it should be him trying to comfort her.

"Alright, alright," he called out, startling all the boys into snapping their attention onto him. Death glares soon replaced the surprise, but he easily ignored them (please, after being Jade's boyfriend for so long, he could handle anything thrown at him). "You can all leave now. I'll take care of Jade."

Although they grumbled and protested, when Jade nodded agreement, they left. But didn't stray far. Beck could still feel their eyes boring holes into his lean frame.

Taking a seat next to the huddled young woman, he softly asked, "Why are you crying this time, babe?"

Jade sulkily picked at her stockings with her fingertips. "My stocking got torn," she sniffled out. "I couldn't see where I was going, and I tripped. My stocking got caught, then it ripped." Tears leaked down her pale cheeks and she hastily wiped them away. Beck was here; he could fix everything, even though she made him lost. Which she still felt bad about.

With a patience of a saint, he calmly asked, "Where?"

She showed him. "That's not too bad," he offered. "Only a tear about two inches long. Easily fixable. And look-" he pointed to where the tear was "-it's in a spot where no one really sees. After stitching it up, no one will know it ever got torn."

"You promise?" she asked, her eyes going huge but still damp from crying.

He grinned charmingly. "I promise. Now, lets go find the others. Maybe Cat will be able to help."

Jade smiled back smally. "Okay."

However, when the couple stood and began walking, Jade tripped again on the last step and went sprawling across the hard floor. Beck didn't have enough time to catch her, his hand still outstretched to try to break her fall, but to no avail.

"Damn," he muttered, angry with himself.

Right on cue, Jade erupted in sobs.

And right on cue (again), her unwanted protectors descended on Beck like avenging angels.

"Damn it, Oliver! What did you do, push her down the stairs?"

Well, shit.

"Beck, my stocking tore AGAIN!"

If he was being Punk'd, his heinous crime just turned into homicide...


((= DRABBLE FIVE =)) : CRYING GIRLFRIEND = UNCOOL GUY


After the incident with the stairs, Beck led Jade to the Asphalt Cafe where Cat and the others were already gathered. Cat was only too willing to help her distressed best friend, instantly taking out a miniature sewing kit to fix the tears.

While the redhead was busy, Tori, Andre, and Robbie (along with Rex) kept careful watch on Jade, who was tucked into the crook of Beck's arm. Her arms were wrapped his waist in a display of affection that wasn't normally seen. Tori found the position adorable, but she worried even more about Jade's mental health. Her crying fit this morning (and so far throughout the day) just wasn't right. The Latina wanted answers as to why the former bad girl of the school was suddenly reduced to nothing but a... Well, cry baby!

She swore she would find out everything. And, if Beck was the cause and wasn't saying anything, she prayed to anything and everything remotely holy the Canadian-born boy knew good places to hide...

"There! All fixed!" Cat cheered, holding up the repaired stockings.

Beck snatched them, all but shoving them at Jade, who smiled gratefully through tears. "Thanks Cat, you're a lifesaver," he said. Really, he was trying to keep his cool in this seemingly impossible situation and anything that went right was truly a blessing.

Jade turned so she was facing away from the table, removing her Doc Martins. "Thank you, Cat," she said, voice slightly muffled because she was bent almost in half to put on her stockings.

However, Beck shouldn't have been thanking his lucky stars so soon. The moment the stockings had been rolled into place and Jade was starting to straighten, a passing freshman accidentally bumped into her, sending both tumbling onto the hard asphalt. The freshman's tray of half-eaten food went flying, the contents falling everywhere, especially on the grounded duo.

Well, shit (for the second time).

Jade burst into another crying fit, her hands cupping her face to hide her tears and lessen her sobs. "I'm so sorry," she wailed.

"Damn it, Oliver!" Jade's (unwanted) protectors loudly proclaimed from their various seats.

A group of cheerleaders, who had seen the entire thing, appeared instantly to help Jade to her feet. Tori and Cat were also by Jade's side, trying to brush off the food that had landed on her clothes.

One of the cheerleaders, a striking blonde with fiery sapphire eyes, glared at Beck. Her hands on her hips, she demanded, "Why didn't you do something, Beck? Didn't you see that freshman practically barreling towards Jade?"

Stunned, Beck could only think that this particular girl had been one of his 'fans' who'd constantly tried to antagonize Jade.

"Yeah," another cheerleader (this one with long auburn hair and flashing brown eyes) said, scowling at the Canadian-born boy. "You could have totally prevented that collision from happening, if you'd just been paying more attention to your girlfriend! Or do you not care?"

"That's uncool," a brunette with pale blue eyes said, arms crossed over her chest as she joined her friends in glaring at Beck. "Very uncool, Beck."

Said 'uncool guy' could only think of one thing:

If he was being Punk'd, homicide had just morphed into mass murder...


((= DRABBLE SIX =)) : COMFORT DRINK = SPAGHETTI TACOS


School finally done, Beck breathed a sigh of relief when he made it back to his RV with Jade in tow. He'd been crewed out by a bunch of cheerleaders, given death glares by sport jocks, scolded by Tori and Cat, then had been scorned by pretty much everyone in school.

And why?

Because Jade had been crying over pretty much everything that would have normally only annoyed her. Not that he could blame them; he was pretty protective of Jade, especially when she was showing her soft and vulnerable side.

And when Jade West was showing her soft and vulnerable side, it meant Beck should make her one thing: coffee. There was nothing like snuggling with the girl you loved with a cup of steaming Joe. His girl had always been extra snugly for a few days afterwards, too, and he figured he needed the comfort after the day he'd endured (not to mention all the homework he'd have to finish from his absence).

"Would you like a cup of coffee, babe?" he asked, throwing his bag down beside his bed.

Since his back was turned, he never saw how her nose wrinkled cutely at the offer. Nonetheless, she softly answered, "Okay." Placing her messenger bag down next to his, she crawled onto his bed to sit Indian-style in the middle.

Beck paused when he noticed the lack-of her usual demand of "black. Two sugars." He almost turned around to ask if everything was okay, but figured it must have to deal with whatever wonk was affecting her.

Seriously, he missed his bossy and possessive girlfriend! Heck, he was tempted to get into an argument with her just to see how she'd respond, although in this condition, she'd probably burst into tears. Can you say 'counterproductive'? Because that's how that conversation would end up.

Shaking his head at his current train of thoughts, he put the finishing touches on the coffee that had been brewing since that afternoon. He really had to appreciate having a timed coffee maker, though Jade had nagged him into buying the thing. Yup, his Jade was practical alright. When it came to things concerning her directly, anyway.

"Here you go," he said, carefully handing the warm mug to Jade. "It's fresh, so it should be good."

She tentatively accepted the cup, though didn't immediately gulp it down. Again, Beck paused and almost asked if everything was okay. His Jade would've practically attacked him for the cup and taken the first drink the moment it touched her dainty hands...

Wait.

Had Jade drank any coffee at all today?

Beck frowned, trying to remember the events. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't picture her with a cup at all today. Had he even bought her any? No, not since his cold, anyway. And today he'd been too worried about her state of mind to think straight.

'Could this be...?' he wondered, watching his girlfriend with narrowed eyes, 'Could this be the source of the wonkiness? Lack of coffee?'

No. No, it just couldn't be! It wouldn't have been something so small, right? Right?! You can't just tell a dude he'd suffered ALL DAY because his normally, wonderfully sadistic girlfriend didn't have coffee! You just-

Watching him in concern, Jade absently sipped the hot coffee. Suddenly, her ice-blue eyes flashed with some unknown light, and said eyes narrowed with a familiar scowl decorating her pretty features.

"What is with that look?" she snapped, taking another gulp of her beverage. "So, you wanna break up with me? Is that it!"

Beck's eyes widened. Holy spaghetti tacos!

What the chiz just happened?!


((= DRABBLE SEVEN =)) : STORY TIME = HIDDEN CAMERAS


"Well?" Jade demanded, highly irritated her boyfriend was just staring at her with a stupid expression. Cute, but still stupid. He's lucky he has such pretty, fluffy hair, otherwise she'd think about breaking up with him. But then again, Beck was her other half, therefore, was too cool to hang out with just anyone, like how she viewed herself. Some (most) people were just not worthy enough.

Beck shook himself out of his stupor. "Uh, babe? Do you remember anything that happened today?" he asked, uncertain.

She growled. "What are you talking about?"

Running his nimble fingers through his hair, he replied, "You won't believe this, even if I told you..."

"Try me."

He sighed. "Are you ready for the story of the century? It all started this morning when..."


A couple hours later, Jade was sitting stunned on his bed, while Beck paced the the floor of his RV. "Then, after going through all of that, you take one little sip of coffee and BAM! you're back to your normal self!" he concluded, still exasperated by that discovery. To reiterate: holy spaghetti tacos! "I seriously thought I was being Punk'd all day! You have no idea how that felt."

When Jade didn't say anything, he glanced in her direction. He rose a brow at what he was witnessing. With painstaking care, from her spot on the bed, she was lifting things and tossing them to the side, as if looking for something important.

"What are you doing?" he asked, curious despite the situation.

She sent a sharp glare his way as if he were being purposefully slow. "Looking for any hidden cameras," she snarled.

Beck paused for a second to let that sink in. Then...

He walked to the other side of the RV and also began tossing things aside. He swore he'd find those damned cameras, then someone was gonna die! (whether by his hand or Jade's, it depended on who got there first).


((= DRABBLE EIGHT =)) : THIS SITUATION = MANIPULATIVE CAUSES


Everyone was glad when Jade came back to school her normal, wonderfully sadistic, horror movie fanatic, scissor-loving, mean self. They all absorbed her verbal abuse like starving people, which amused Jade but, at the same time, annoyed her. Lets face it, she liked causing distress and this just wouldn't do.

No, just wouldn't do. At all.

So, what did she do? She held back her 'verbal punches' and didn't make too many snarky comments, even though it killed her a little on the inside. She did, however, take great pleasure when the others would moan over her lack of cynicism. Oh yes. Jade West was back.


Lunch time rolled around. The gang was at their usual table, and Beck had just placed a cup of coffee in front of Jade when 'it' happened. A Frisbee came flying out of nowhere, knocking the hot beverage down and spilling it's dark liquid all over the table.

Jade's fists clenched. Her lips pursed.

Everyone held their breath to see what would happen next. The air was filled with expectant energy that was hard to miss. Yes, these masochistic people were waiting to see Jade finally explode with temper because they all knew one thing: No one ever messed with her coffee (not even Beck was that brave). They all wanted to see what violent act she would bestow upon the offender who dared to spill her drink. But, this was no ordinary drink. No, of course not. It was her favorite.

Instead, the opposite happened.

Jade burst into sobs, her hands coming up to bury her face in them. Her slim shoulders jerked with the force of her crying, huddling into herself.

Then, everything seemed to move in fast-forward.

Tori and Cat jumped to their feet, eyes wide in panic. "Jade/Jadey, don't cry!" they exclaimed, hands waving in wild gestures of nerves. "We'll go get some napkins to clean up the mess," Tori called out, already moving with Cat to do just that.

Andre sat in stunned horror, unsure what he should do. His mouth opened to say something soothing to Jade, but all that came out was a bunch of wonky nonsense that ran together in rambling words and big hand gestures. Soon, he gave up and jumped to his feet. "How about I sing you a song?" he frantically asked, wanting more than anything to be somewhere else. "Wait here. I'll be right back! I'm gonna get my keyboard." With that, he sprinted off.

"Jade, please don't cry!" Robbie was saying over and over, Rex forgotten on the seat beside him. "C'mon, I'll do anything- even get rid of Rex!" To prove his point, he stood and grabbed the puppet. "See? I'll never bring him out again, if you'll just stop crying. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Rex protested, "You traitor!"

Without looking up, Jade heavily sniffled. "Really? You would do that for me?" she asked in a pitiful voice.

"What? No, don't listen to-" Rex was cut off by Robbie placing a hand over his mouth.

"Of course!" the curly haired teen exclaimed. "I'll be right back! I'll just put him in my locker." With that, he also ran off.

Through all this commotion, Beck was gently rubbing her back in soothing circles. "Babe?" he questioned, unsure. Surely she hadn't reverted back into a crying mess so soon? She just had coffee yesterday at his RV.

Jade began softly crying again, which panicked him. No. No, he wasn't doing this again! He won't let yesterday repeat itself, damn it! Over his dead-

"Damn it, Oliver!"

"So uncool, Beck! How could you just sit there while your girlfriend is crying?"

Beck shot up to his feet, already frantically patting his pockets for his wallet. "Just wait here, Jade," he said in a rushed tone. "I'll get you another cup of coffee, then everything will be back to how it's supposed to be! Please, stop crying, okay? I'll be right back! Five minutes, tops."

Then, like everyone else at their table, he took off. His destination: the nearest Jet Brew.

When she was positive everyone was gone, Jade abruptly stopped crying. Ice-blue orbs, flashing with mischief, peeked over her hands to make sure none of her friends or Beck was around. When the coast was clear, she smirked, dropping her hands completely away.

Ah, yes. There was nothing like manipulating a bunch of saps, at the same time, into what she wanted to satisfy her sadistically, manipulative streak.

Jade West was definitely back, and better than ever.

And she had a new weapon in her arsenal.


((= THE END =))

A/N: Thank you reading! After a certain point, I stopped checking over my work, so please let me know if you see any mistakes. Much appreciated! Please review, and tell me which drabble you liked the best!