Title: Unbound
Author: Jonathan
Rating: M (covering my bases this time)
Chapter: Three C
Category: Robbie/Tori
Spoilers: Post 'Bound,' and it will follow season 2 canon.
Summary: Tori and Robbie are free from Yerba. Now, they have to deal with the lives they left behind.
Disclaimer: Victorious is owned by Dan Schneider, Danwarp, Nick, Viacom


It was a weird feeling walking up the steps to Hollywood Arts. As soon as Robbie opened the door, all three of them were surprised to see the hallways empty.

As they walked into the school, they could understand the reason. Right now, they were in the middle of first period. So all the students were in their classes.

"I can't believe we're back here." Tori said to her friend and mother.

"We're not back yet…" Robbie told her, reminding her the truth of the situation.

"Robbie's right, Tori." Holly reasoned. "Remember, we're just here to talk to the principal. See what your father and I can do to get you and Robbie back in school."

"I know…" Tori said, hope still resonating in her voice. "I just hope we can get back in."

Robbie smiled, "You're the one with the talent, Tori." His hand grasped Tori's as they walked. "They'd be a fool not to let you back in." She grinned at his words. "Me on the other hand?" Robbie smirked. "I got no puppet. I don't have a talent."

Tori looked at him, "You still can act and sing. Just focus on that."

"Lets just talk to your principal first." Holly told them.

Both Tori and Robbie knew that she was right.

The three of them made their way to the principal's office. Making sure they bypass Sikowitz's classroom, hoping to avoid any confrontation from his or any of their 'friends.' When they reached the predestined door, Holly raised her hand and knocked on the familiar door.

"Come in." They heard from within the office.

Tori and Robbie looked at one another and then back at Tori's mother. She gave them a smile and opened the door, unaware someone watched the three of them enter from the bathroom door.

The three of them looked at the new principal as she talked into a phone. She gave them a finger, signaling she'd be right with them. "I'm telling you, Josh, I let you be in charge of the Premiere for a reason." She swiveled her desk chair around, trying to make what she had to say private. "I gave you the job because I know you have the potential." A moment passed, "Yes, I am aware that the job is temporary. I gave you the promotion because I figured you could work there during your time off from school." Helen let out a breath, "I got to go, Josh. Give my best to Drake, such a fine boy." She smiled, "I still got his CD in my car." She turned the chair back, "I got to go. Bye now." Helen then hung up the phone.

"Hello, Principal Dubois."

Helen Dubois suddenly looked up from her desk. Looking up, she immediately recognized the elder woman. "I told you before, Mrs. Vega, Trina failed her re-audition…"

She shook her head, "This isn't about Trina."

"Oh?" She gestured to the three seats in front of her desk.

"Thank you." Holly told her as they sat down within the destined chairs. "Principal Dubois, our family recently went through a traumatic ordeal."

Helen nodded, "Mr. Sikowitz did mention something happening…"

"Yes, unfortunately it's true." Holly said. "My youngest daughter and her friend were incarcerated down in Yerba. They spent two weeks down there, by themselves. Because of this, they never had the chance to re-audition. My husband and I were hoping you could provide an audition for Tori and Robbie, allowing them the chance to come back to Hollywood Arts."

She nodded, gathering the information she was getting. "I see…"

"Yeah…um…Principal Dubois?"

Robbie looked at Tori and then back at the principal. He couldn't explain it, but for some reason, she reminded her of something…what he didn't know.

"We would really appreciate if you would give a chance to re-audition. Robbie and I… we love this school… Being trapped in Yerba wasn't our fault. All we want to do is now get our lives back."

Helen nodded, "I understand you and your family have gone through some tragedy." She let out a sigh, "But…"

"But what?" Robbie asked.

"But you missed the re-audition time. You're going to wait until the next semester to re-audition."

"But that's in the fall!" Tori announced.

"Yes, I am aware of secular calendar."

"But you gave Trina and the others time to re-audition?" Robbie asked.

"Yes, I did." Helen reminded them. She got to her feet. "But that's when I first started my time here as the new principal." Taking her seat back, "It's not my job to hold auditions now…"

Robbie's eyes widened, "You're her, aren't you?"

"Who?" Tori asked.

"You're her! From the show!"

She smiled, "Yes, I am. When I was a child, I was on the show, 'Happy Times.'"

Tori remembered, "Right. You're catch phrase is 'That is not my job!"

She smiled, "Yes it was."

"Tori and I used to watch it while we were in jail." Robbie sighed at the memory.

Helen sighed, "Even stil…" She remained calm, "You two missed out. You're going to have to wait for the fall to re-audition. Perhaps learn a new talent. Use the time to your advantage."

"Principal Dubois?" Holly asked. "Tori and Robbie are more than qualified…"

She cut her off, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Vega. But I can't change the rules now." She pointed toward the door. "You're just going to have to try again in the fall."

"But…" Tori pleaded. "Robbie and I can do something now…" She looked at her friend, "We can…we can… we can… do a duet. Just give a moment, and then we…"

"I'm sorry, Tori." She let out a breath. "But you three have to go. I have an appointment in the new few minutes. Actually with Mr. Sikowitz. If you two want…"

Holly shook her head, "No. It's ok. We'll go." She looked at the two teenagers. "We'll look into Sherwood." Tori looked at her mom with pleading eyes. "I'm sorry, Tori. We better go." She made her way to the door.

"Oh and before you go." The two of them turned around. "Please clean out your lockers. We need the lockers vacated."

The word locker made Robbie and Tori cringe. "I'll see you two hopefully in the fall."

That said, the three of them left.


"I can't believe this." Tori whispered with the door closing.

The three of them stood in the hallway. The hallway was still empty with the everyone still in their classes. Tori soon felt two arms wrap around her chest, a kiss placed on her neck. "I don't like it either."

"I'm sorry you two won't be going to school here." Holly said to the two of them. "But maybe this is a good thing. Maybe going to Sherwood is what is best for both of you."

"We don't want to go to school there." Tori told her mom, sadness in her voice. "Mom, can't you and Dad do anything?"

"I'm sorry, Baby." She said to her youngest. "We tried everything to get Trina back here. But we couldn't find anything that would help us." Holly frowned. "We thought about asking Mr. Sikowitz, but when we did, we quickly dropped that idea. We didn't want to deal with anyone that abandoned you two."

Tori sighed, "I guess I can understand that…"

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Holly told them. "I think we better get your things and then we have to go to CVS. We have to go pick something up."

Tori nodded, "Alright." Robbie grasped Tori on the shoulders. She smiled at his simple gesture.

"Why don't you and your mom go to your locker, and I'll go to mine?"

Tori looked at her friend, sadness in her voice. "You'll be okay?"

He smiled, "I'll be fine." Robbie looked at his pearphone. "We still got a few minutes before next period. I'll meet you by your locker soon." Robbie then leaned in and kissed her cheek. "It's alright, Tori. We'll be ok."

Holly wrapped her arm around Tori's shoulders, "C'mon, Baby." Robbie smiled and headed for his locker. Tori and her mom went to the other direction, to her locker.

Robbie sighed as he walked down the empty hallway.

It really did feel weird walking here now. Not because it was just over two weeks ago since he was here last, but because he no longer was a student. He and Tori missed the re-auditions, and now they were let go of Hollywood Arts.

Two years of school here were now a memory…a memory that he was both happy and sad about. He was sad because Hollywood Arts was his past. Everything he knew and came from was here. All his friends, all his classes, all his favorite things to do was here…

…But with those thoughts, he began to remember the good things that happened since then. He no longer lived with parents, he no longer had to deal with his friends that he began to see as people he actually didn't want to see anymore, and he was in love with a girl who loved him, who valued him, who respected him, and who was able to break through his problems and find his true self…the Robbie Shapiro he was born to be.

And that was a positive. A very good positive.

Giving himself a smile, he made his way to his locker. Bringing his hand to the lock, he quickly twisted the metal, using the locker combination one more time to open the locker.

Hearing the door click, he opened the locker one more time. Opening it, he was soon rewarded to see the old remnants of his past life. Looking around the hallway, he noticed a trashcan by the far wall. He left his locker and picked up the trashcan, bringing it over to his locker. Placing it down, he started to go through the locker.

His fingers grazed over the spines of his notebooks, textbooks, and random knickknacks he collected over the years. He let out a sigh and started to shuffle through his belongings; the last remnants of his past life here.

He started to go through the locker, one book at a time. He found a bag and started to slip the books within the spare backpack he left in the locker months ago. He smirked, glancing at the books, realizing that he didn't need to look in these books anymore.

Another reason why he was happy to be leaving Hollywood Arts.

"Hi Robbie."

A breath hitched in his throat. He sighed, knowing who exactly behind him. He tried to ignore the voice and started to pack his bag. Keeping his eyes in the locker.

"Why are you packing?"

Again, he ignored the question and went back to packing.

"Look, I know you're mad at me." The voice said. "But aren't you carrying this a little far?"

"I'm not in the mood, Andre." He said finally.

Andre let out a breath. Finally getting a response.

"Why are you packing?"

"Principal Dubois let Tori and me go." He said to him. Keeping his eyes forward.

"She let you go?" He asked, surprised.

"Yep." He replied. Then smirked, "Can't say I'll miss this place."

"You won't miss this place…?" He soon heard another voice, coming from behind him.

"Nope." He told Beck.

"Robbie, think about this." Andre told him. "We'll get Sikowitz. We'll go talk to Helen, and we'll get you and Tori back."

He shoved a book faster in his bag. He then slammed the locker door back, flung the bag around his shoulder and made his way toward Tori.

"So that's it!" Robbie heard Andre yell. "We try to get you back, and you bail!"

Robbie growled. He didn't know why, but that moment, he snapped. Something in his him triggered, and anger sudden began to pour out of him. He turned around. "Don't you dare say that I'm bailing!" Robbie stormed forward. "You, Beck, Cat, Jade…even Sikowitz. Don't you dare tell me that Tori and I are bailing!"

"Robbie…" Beck stared slowly.

"No!" He yelled. "You have the nerve to say that Tori and I are bailing! You have the nerve to come to me, and say to my face, that I am bailing?"

"Robbie…" Andre tried.

"Where do you get off?" He yelled. "Where do you get off asking me that! You left us! You abandoned us! You bailed on us!"

"Robbie…" Beck said.

"Don't Robbie me!" He yelled. "Don't you dare 'Robbie' me!" He growled. "Only my friends call me Robbie! Only people I trust call me Robbie! Only people who have my back can call me Robbie!" He narrowed his eyes. "If you want to call me anything…" He shook his head, "No! Don't call me anything! You're all dead to me! You're all dead to Tori, and you're all dead to us! Don't you talk to me as if we're friends!"

Andre and Beck looked at him, shocked.

He then looked at Andre one more time.

"You know what hurt the most!" He shook his head. Robbie lowered his voice. "You never tried to make it up to Tori. You two are supposed to be best friends. And you didn't try and do anything to make it better." He looked at Beck. "None of you did. Me, I can understand. Nobody wants me around. But Tori? You both leave her in the dust."

"That is not what friends do."

Robbie turned around.

"Goodbye!"

Both Andre Harris and Beck Oliver watched as Robbie Shapiro left them in the dust, unaware of what truly just happened.


TBC in 3d