We Won't Forget The Man Who Died

Digidestend Angel

I Do NOT Own Victorious Or Any Of The Patriotic Songs Used

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Here Comes Goodbye

Here comes goodbye
Here comes the last time
Here comes the start of every sleepless night
The first of every tear I'm gonna cry
Here comes the pain
Here comes me wishing things had never changed
And she was right here in my arms tonight, but here comes goodbye

-Rascal Flatts

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Beck walked into Cat's condo with a heavy heart still a day later after they returned from Arlington. He knew Cat was in a fragile state and he wasn't going to leave her alone for too long. He left her at midnight the night before and it was now 7am. Jayson would want it that way.

Oh, Jayson.

Beck refused to cry. He could do that on his own time. He did it all night, so why should he continue?

He needed to be there for Cat now.

He walked into the living room and saw her petite form asleep on the couch, with Toby curled up next to her. She looked absolutely peaceful. Beck would bet anything that she was dreaming of Jayson and her life with him. She had a blanket over her and a small pillow under her head. Why was she sleeping down here? He shrugged it off and went into the kitchen. He wanted to make them both some breakfast, but discovered…she had no food in the house.

He clenched the door handle of the fridge.

Cat was starving herself?

He should've known.

Beck sighed deeply as he shut the fridge door. He heard little footsteps come in and join him. He looked and saw Cat, sleepy and pale.

"Why is there no food in there, Cat?" He asked in a worried tone.

Cat shrugged, holding Toby in her arms.

Beck shook his head. "Alright, girl. Shower, get dressed, do what you need to do. We're going grocery shopping."

Cat simply nodded and went towards her bedroom she once shared with her husband of only a year.

Beck sighed and leaned against the counter. He had no idea how to handle this. He looked up to the ceiling. "Help me." He whispered.

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Cat held her jean jacket closer to her body, her long red hair perfectly straight and flowing over her shoulders, except it was half in a ponytail and the rest was down. She had no makeup on and her face was flawless, clear of tears. "Beck." Her voice cracked. "Everyone won't stop whispering and staring at me."

Beck sighed as he gripped the grocery cart's handle. "I see that. Don't worry, we're leaving now. We have everything, right? Do you want anything else?" They had the necessities as far as he could tell and Cat picked out a few things of her own. Cat shook her head timidly. "Alright, let's head out."

As Beck put everything on the counter for the cashier to scan and another employee to bag for them, Cat looked at the shelf of magazines. A few had her and Jayson on the cover, showing their gratitude to Jayson and sending condolences to Cat, his young wife. One had a small picture of Beck on the side, saying how he was such a saint for taking care of Cat. When Beck put a hand on Cat's back, showing she could go up now, she snapped out of her daze. She took out her wallet and handed the man her credit card. He let her know he gave her their military discount. Once he was done, he shot her an apologetic look. Cat walked to Beck, who had all the bags in the cart, the bag boy sending her a sympathetic look as well. "Can we please go?" She asked shyly, yet pleading voice.

Beck nodded. "Yeah, come on."

Suddenly a hand was on Cat's shoulder, making her jump and turn around to face a few elderly ladies, giving her sad looks. Beck stopped and watched the scene. Cat gulped as the ladies placed a large bouquet of various flowers in her arms. Each one gave the redhead a hug. "T-thank you." Her voice struggled to say and they understood.

Cat went back to Beck's side and showed him the flowers. He smiled. "They're beautiful."

Cat nodded and saw a few more people staring. She wrapped an arm around Beck's, which he was glad for so he could make sure she was safe by his side. "I really just want to go home."

"We're going, girl." Beck said as he opened the trunk to his car. Cat tried to help him put the bags in, but he shook his head. She smiled. Beck was always going to be such a gentleman to her, wasn't he?

Cat looked up to the grey, cloudy sky. "Isn't it a coincidence that the sun hasn't shined ever since the day Jayson died?" She said in an airy tone.

Beck closed his eyes for a second before opening them and closed his trunk. He put the cart in the cart holder and saw Cat still dazing at the sky. He put a hand on her back, leading her to the passenger door. Cat snapped out of it and went in the car when Beck held the door open for her. He closed it and walked on the other side to the driver's seat, seeing how many people were actually watching them.

It was a touching gesture, but quite irritating at the same time.

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As Cat did the dishes and Beck dried them, putting them in their rightful place that Cat had originally organized them in, she seemed distant…more than usual. Beck cleared his throat when she turned the water off and dried her hands. "Are you okay, Cat?"

She shook her head. "No."

He looked a bit alarmed. "What's wrong?"

She put her hands on the counter before her and gripped it under her knuckles were white. Her eyes were closed and she rubbed her lips together. "Why is this happening to me?" She whispered.

Beck winced at the tone in her voice, which was full of despair and hurt. "Cat…"

"I'm pregnant."

Beck's heart could've shut down right then and there as he almost fainted, but he took a hold of the counter and gripped it, holding himself up. "What? Oh my god…" He didn't know what to say. Should he say "congratulations"? Or should he tell her "I'm so sorry"? He settled with this: he went up and hugged her tightly. "Jayson would be so proud."

Cat suddenly held his shirt tight in her tiny fists as she sobbed violently into his chest. "I loved him so much…" Her voice squeaked out. "Why did he leave me? Why'd he have to go? I was counting on forever with him! But…now…I'll never know. Beck, I can't even breathe! It's like I'm looking from a distance, standing in the background, and everybody keeps telling me he's not coming home now! This just cannot be happening to me…this is just a dream."

Beck kissed the top of her head as she quieted down. "Unfortunately, Cat, this…this isn't a dream. I'm sorry. I'm just so sorry."

"I'm scared." Her voice cracked again. "I want him back with me, by my side."

"I know you do." He whispered, leaning away from her, trying to wipe the tears from her face with his thumbs. "But you're so strong and brave, you're going to get through this. You're going to be okay someday. With this baby…they'll always remind you of your husband and you'll show them how their daddy was a hero to this country and their father sacrificed his life just so they could have a good one."

Cat raised an eyebrow through her sorrow and pain. "That is probably the deepest thing I've ever heard come out of your mouth."

Beck let out a laugh. "People change over the years, Cat."

Cat smiled. "Can you believe it's only been less than two years since we graduated high school?"

"No, not really."

Cat suddenly frowned. "I'm only 19 years old and a widow, pregnant, and I haven't even started my career or gone to college. Wow…I'm the most pathetic person on this whole planet, aren't I?"

"Don't say that." Beck sighed. "Please, don't belittle yourself like that."

They stood in silence for a few minutes.

"W-will…will…" Cat bit her lip. "Um…w-will…can you…"

"Yes." Beck leaned down and kissed her forehead. "I'm moving in."

Cat sighed in relief, falling into his hold. "Thank you." She whispered with a heavy heart still.

He was right.

Jayson would be so proud of her.

Izzy posting for my sister again. D-A isn't doing good, guys. She had some allergic reaction to the new medicine they put her on and she's in the hospital right now. I'm kind of freaking out too like everyone else. So I'll keep you guys posted. If I can. And I can't update my story because I have too much to do around here to write a chapter, you know?