DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VICTORiOUS. This chapter is from Beck's POV.

Chapter 3

Hard Impact

I didn't get as much sleep as I had hoped. I awake, tired and aching from a long overnighter. I like the work a lot, acting's my dream, but they could tone down a bit? Its hard work and I think they're intentionally pushing me over my limits to make sure I'm sincere about wanting the role. I can't say as I blame them; how can you trust anyone with a criminal background? Even if they get released early for good behavior and had minimal parole.

The real reason I didn't get much sleep was that the recent news of Tori's escape has brought back old memories and I had several nightmares.

I look around my RV and see that Jade is gone. Probably went to doctors for checkup. I think as I rub my eyes. I sit up and take out my phone and call Andre up.

"Hey, Beck; what's up?" Andre answered after a few rings.

"Hey man, want to hit up JetBrew? We need to talk." I reply.

"About Tori?"

"Yeah, I think we need to see the FBI about this; they are searching for her after all."

"I'm down, see you there in a few."

"Cool, laters." I answer and hang up. I get up and put my boots on and grab my car keys off the bureau and leave my RV. I get in my car and leave my parent's place for JetBrew near HA. As I drive, my mind wanders off to memories of being without Jade for months after faking my death and being force to work for Tori.

I eventually arrive at JetBrew and take a spot nearby. Andre is already there. He waves at me when I pull into the parking lot. I wave back and pull in. I get out and greet him.

"How you doin' man?" I ask, shaking his hand.

"Pretty good, all things considering." He replies as we enter JetBrew and get in line to take our orders. "How's Jade doing?"

"She's pretty upset and scared." I reply, sadly. I wish that I could comfort her and make her feel safe.

"I can't imagine what she's going through now." Andre replies. We both take our orders and take a seat near the windows and wait for our orders to be called out.

"How's this going to work out, Beck?" he asked.

"We'll go to the LA branch of the FBI after Jade finishes her checkup."

"When did she leave?"

"Not sure, fell asleep; pulled an overnighter at the studio."

"Man, that show's killing you. That's Jade's job." He jokes and we chuckle half-heartedly.

"I know I know. It's hard to get a job with a criminal background."

"Tell me about it dude; took Cat and I a long time ourselves, but I think the recording company is a little anxious with me." He replies nervously. Andre was signed up with a big name recording label and has been struggling to keep his contract. He, Cat, and I were on trial for almost a year and Tori's trial didn't happen until we were imprisoned and they had to take us out of prison so that we could testify against her for the next two years of the trial. It was pretty annoying as I had to be transferred to an Arizona prison where Tori was sentenced and I was sentenced in LA. They kicked me back after the trial ended.

Our orders are called out and I grab our drinks and return to our table.

"Thanks," he says, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yup; how's Cat's show coming along?"

"Well, since its summer, the show is off the air until they start filming again in August. She's been a little anxious."

"Yeah, Jade hasn't had many babysitting clients since school ended." I inform him.

"Are you sure that it's not about how scary she still is?" he inquires with a quirked eyebrow.

"With Jade, it could be anything." I reply and he nods in agreement.

We talk for a while as we drink our coffees and have a good laugh over a few things. Andre then gets a text.

"It's from Cat; she's waiting for Jade to finish her checkup."

"Alright."

"So we go to the FBI and then what?" he asked.

"Not sure exactly; I think they'll want to hear our sides of the story on our history with her from seven years ago."

"This will be painful." He replies weakly.

"It'll be fine, man; don't worry too much." I reassure him.

"I know, but this is Tori and she has shown us how dangerous she is."

"The entire country is practically on the lookout for her."

"She's clever; she made you fake your death for months."

"Touché." I smirk. We finish the rest of the coffee and leave JetBrew. "Where'd you park?" I ask.

"I walked her. Just easier, since Cat and I live close to the studio and recording company." He replies and we go to my car.

"When's your wedding?"

"Still debating on that." He answers as we get in my car and I start the engine. I pull out of the space as Andre starts talking about wedding themes.

"I love her, but I WILL not have a My Little Pony wedding!" he groans.

"Why not? Friendship is magic you know?" I tease him as I leave the parking lot.

"Ohhhh; Where's the FBI at?"

"I think their downtown."

"I'll check." He answers, pulling out his phone and starts looking up the FBI's location. I head towards downtown LA anyways. "Wilshire Blvd. off the 405." He answers finally.

"Alright, that's north of here." I state as I turn left down a street. We approach a small intersection and stop at the red light. The light is short on the other sides and there's no traffic. The light turns green and I move forward.

As I pull forward, I see something from my left peripheral vision and turn in time to see a large truck speeding towards us. I am about to push the gas down, but the truck is coming too fast and it rams into my side and sends my car rolling. The airbags deploy and Andre and I are shouting as we roll for several seconds until we abruptly stop upside down. Judging from the impact of our stop, we hit a pole. I groan and look at Andre and he is unconscious and has many cuts on his face and is bleeding. I look behind his limp form to see a figure walking towards us, but I can only see their legs. They stop when it is a few feet from my car and I pass out and everything goes black.

Chapter 3. R+R plz. Getting intense, huh?