Okay! So here's chapter 10! I'm finally 18! :) Yesterday was the day!

Thank you, Praise! I love your name btw! Very unique! :)

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Today marks the third week that Beck and Mason moved in with Tori. Ever since Beck resigned with his agent he was evicted from his old place and he was in the process of getting out of the business.

Tori was getting impatient with Beck, its been three weeks since he's been booking auditions left and right but none never seemed to pick him. And every time she brought up him and the business he would shut her out or completely dodge the question.

Ian kept persuading her and she was feeling herself fall for him with every line he'd throw at her.

Beck noticed Tori's behavior, every time her phone would make that little chime her face would light up. He knew that his welcome was running out.

When he came to Tori three weeks ago, he was only looking for Mason's best interest. He knew Brooke didn't like the place he was staying at. She was going check up on him every month or so. Of course she called Mason every day to speak to him. Mason understood that mommy was only away because of work.

So Tori took Beck and Mason in. After spending time with Mason, Tori could never say no to that face of his.

Beck knew Tori was getting impatient that he never gave her a straight answer about the business but he knew what kinds of dangers it would bring Tori if she knew everything. Living with Tori was already pushing it but she's the only one he has.

Beck shared the guest bedroom with Mason, Brooke left Beck a year worth of clothes for Mason so he didn't have a problem with clothes. Beck felt his pride bruise a little as he realized what a mess his life has been.

Ever since he started to use his life was slowly slipping from his fingers and he couldn't reach fast enough to catch it.

Beck stood beside the school bus stop as he waited for his son to come home from school. It was half a mile away from Tori's apartment but Mas and him didn't mind the morning walk.

He stared down at his watch as the suit hugged his body nicely. He took the city bus a few blocks from Tori's apartment to an audition that was looking for a mid-aged lawyer. As soon as he walked in the script writer and casting director stared at him like he was god.

His 'I know I'm good looking but I'm going to look like this is how I roll out of bed,' face was on and he read the lines with such ease. His eyes never relaxed as he kept them narrow, like he pictured the character would look like.

He had a standing ovation and he felt like he could smile but he kept his composer as his lip curved slightly. He knew how to work these auditions. Act like you don't want it or won't get it and you'll most likely get it.

When he saw the yellow school bus ride up, he smiled as his son came down, "hey Mas."

"Hi daddy!" He greeted as he took his fathers hand with his tiny hand.

"How was your day at school?"

"Miss. Lane said I was doing very good, she said I'll do fine in kindergarten."

"I'm sorry you started school a few months away."

"Its alright daddy." Mason said as they walked quietly the rest of the way home.

Beck also felt like a failure to his own son. Mason was a great kid. He doesn't regret Brooke's choice as to keeping him. He was grateful for Mason. But he didn't like failing himself, worst of all, he hates failing in front of Mason.

Mason accustomed to Tori's apartment very soon. He would go with her to grocery shop and she would take him out to the park or ice cream. Sometimes both. Mason did a lot of things he used to do with his real mommy. So he didn't miss her too much because Tori made him feel like he had both mommy and daddy. He knew no one could replace Brooke. He was still happy when she called him everyday.

Beck made Mas promise him that he wouldn't tell Brooke about their new living arrangement. Mason looked guilty at first but his father gave him a reassuring smile promising he would tell mommy about it later.

When Beck got home he untied his tie loose and kicked off his shoes. Mason kicked of his shoes and ran into the kitchen grabbing himself the peanut butter and jelly sandwich Tori left for him before she left for work and grabbed a juice box.

He walked to the living room and watched his hour of tv before he started on his homework.

Beck sat down on the couch waiting a hour before a tried or stressed Tori usually walked through those doors. But today, today was different.

Tori came in as Mason got up to throw his trash away. Beck clicked off the television and Mason went into his room and began his homework, a simple coloring page and tracing his name worksheet.

"Well, someone's in a good mood." Beck teased as he leaned against the wall.

"Someone has a date tonight!" Tori cheered a little as she kicked off her heels walking straight into the kitchen to start working on dinner she wouldn't be having with her, scratch that, the boys.

Beck's face fell as he tensed up. He saw Tori bounce to the kitchen, literally. She had this extra hop in her step that he's only seen once. When she was happy with him.

"Who's taking you out?"

"Ian."

"Where's he taking you?"

"This new italian restaurant that just opened up. He's friends with-"

"When is he picking you up." Beck interrupted as he watched her intensely. He felt like wiping that smile off her face. Not because he didn't like seeing her smile but because another man was making her feel this... giddy.

"What's with all the questions?"

"I'm just curious."

"I'm a big girl. My dad's a policeman and he's on speed dial. I'm sure I'll be fine. I don't need another bodyguard."

'I'm only guarding your heart.' Beck thought to himself.

He grabbed a bottled beer as he dragged his sock clad feet back to the living room. He turned the tv on low just in case Mason called him for help on his homework.

He stared at the television but not paying attention at what was on the screen. The inside of his hand itched as he thought about all the slick moves this douche bag called Ian would try to pull with Tori. He knew Tori was a fool for a few sweet charming lines every guy has. He knew that she also had trust issues so he was slightly relieved that she wouldn't let him get passed hand holding.

He smirked as the thought played in his mind. Imagining this poor guys face as she denies him. He chuckled lowly as he finished his bottle. He was so caught up in his own thoughts he didn't feel when Tori tapped him on the shoulder.

"Beck!" Beck snapped up as he looked at her with wide eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Were you not listening?"

"No."

"The lasagna is in the oven, it should be done in a few minutes. The bread is also in there so please listen for the oven. I'm going to get ready." Tori said as she took off the apron.

He stared at her as she disappeared in her room. He got up a short time after, taking dinner out. He waited a half an hour till he cut it and served it to Mason.

"Mas, dinner." Mason came in running with a face that screamed 'I'm starving'.

Beck and Mason enjoyed Tori's cooking and grew accustomed to her meals. Right before his last few bites the door bell rang. He sprung out of his seat after the bell rang again. His eyes narrowed and a big smirk played against his lips as he rubbed his hands together.

"Hello?" Ian said as he stared at Beck oddly.

"Hi." Beck said eyeing the competition. Sure Ian was tall, tan and handsome but he looked like a tool. Behind the innocent features he knew he was just like every guy.

"Is this Tori Vega's apartment?" Ian asked confusedly.

"Uh, yeah. She's getting ready. And you are?"

"Ian."

"Oh so your Ian." Beck said with a plain face.

"Are you living with her or something?"

"Yeah something like that."

"Oh, sounds complicated." Ian said with a weak smile.

"Ian." Tori smiled as she walked to the door.

Beck turned around and Ian looked over Beck, they both came face to face with a beautiful burnett wearing a simple yet, sexy, black dress.

Her curves were hugged by the silk material, the thin straps around her thin shoulders made her sun kissed skin glow, and the dress ending above her knees leaving a lot to the imagination.

Tori blushed as both guys were eyeing her up and down, both smiling in approval. Beck's stomach dropped as she walked past him and hugged Ian.

She bid Beck a quick goodbye and quickly left. Beck sighed as the door clicked shut. He shuffled his feet back to the living room where Mason had seated himself on his spiderman cushion chair.

"Hey Mas, its time for a bath and bed."

"Okay daddy."

Beck turned off the television and went into the bathroom to start the bath. As soon as he finished giving him his bath, he read him a story.

His phone rang around nine thirty. The number unknown but he knew who it was. On the third ring he answered the call.

"What do you want?"

"I wouldn't be using that kind of tone with the boss. He wants to meet you in an hour."

"Where?"

"Old train station on Kramer and Legion. In half an hour."

"Alright." Beck said as he hung up.

He checked on Mason and quietly locked the door as he walked out. He knew it was risky leaving his son alone but he was sure Tori would be home by ten.

He threw on his hood over his head and dug his hands in his pants pocket. He started the long walk, walking briskly to get there on time.

When he got there he saw a shadow beneath the street light.

"I'm here Mike."

As soon as Beck said those words, three other guys came out of the darkness and put his arms around Beck. Beck struggled to get free but he couldn't out number them.

"Leaving has its prices." Mike said as he threw a punch at Beck's gut, knocking the air out of him.

They all took turns throwing blows at Beck. He tried to fight back but that only resolved with him getting beat even tougher. He struggled to stay awake as his body ached with every kick and punch.

He swallowed dirt and blood as he felt his body ache like he had been ran over. What felt like hours was only minutes till Mike halted them.

"That's enough! Let's go. You know Beck, you were the best guy I had. Too bad your a piece of shit." Mike said as he spit on the ground next to Beck's head.

Beck groaned as he rolled to the side, holding his bruised ribs. He heard feet shuffling as he weakly hit his fit on the ground. He got to his knees, yelling in pain as he stumbled to his feet.

Once he got up to his feet he coughed up blood. He spit out as he checked his phone. The light blinded him as he saw the numbers ten twenty-five stare back at him. Beck felt as if they had continued to beat him for another good ten minutes, he was sure he wouldn't be alive.

He sighed as he limped back to Tori's apartment. He struggled breathing, taking short breaks gasping for air. The thirty minute walk turned into an hour. He got to Tori's apartment, expecting her to be sitting on her couch, shoes off, curled on the furthest side and drinking a glass of red wine.

But when he got in, it was exactly the way he had left it as. Tori hadn't come back from her date. Beck was too exhausted to go to the bathroom and see the damage. He knew his face was done for. His eyes both swollen and the scent of fresh blood was stuck in the back of his throat. His nose stopped bleeding but he could taste it.

Twenty minutes before midnight Tori's soft laughter was heard from outside the door. He could hear them saying their goodnight's. He closed his eyes tightly trying to focus if he heard a kiss. He was surprised when he didn't hear anything but the door opening and her heels clicking softly.

Beck stayed still with his eyes closed as he heard feet paddling towards the living room.

"Beck! What the fuck happened?!" Tori said as she whispered.

Beck opened his eyes as much as he could and mustered a smile through his pain, "I'm out from dealing. Just like I promised."

Tori's heart sunk as she smiled sadly. They had done this to her Beck. Sudden guilt filled the pit of her stomach. This was her fault. She was the one pushing him to get out and these were the results.

"Don't go blaming yourself Tori. I know exactly what your thinking."

"But-"

"No, they would have done this to me if I left a month ago or two months from now. Mike likes to play dirty." Beck said taking her soft hand in his.

"Beck we have to clean you up." Tori said helping Beck up. She winced as he groaned in pain.

She helped them to the bathroom and made him take off his clothes.

"You can leave your boxers or whatever on. I just need to see how bad you're hurt."

"Tori Vega, I'm upset that you don't remember I'm a boxer brief guy." Beck tried joking as he tried not to display any emotion on his face.

He winced a couple times as Tori lifted the shirt from his body. She had to tip toe to reach above his arms and she almost lost it when she saw the dark marks along his sides and stomach. Her hands reached for his pants, making it as least awkward as she could but it wasn't easy.

The fact that he was still built and only in underwear made Tori want him. She avoided any eye contact as she rubbed different creams on his cuts and bruises.

"How was your date?" Beck ask to loosen the tension.

"It was like every first date. Predictable. But it was fine."

"Doesn't sound like you enjoyed yourself all that much."

"Like I said. It was predictable. Ian's a nice guy."

"You don't like nice guys."

"You don't know what I like." Tori said as she disinfected his opened cuts. He flinched a little bit as she mumbled a quick apology.

"I do know what you like."

"I'm not the same person I was five years ago."

"You may not be, but your heart still wants what its always wanted."

"What are you implying?"

"You still love me."

"Don't sound so cocky."

"I'm not. Its fact."

"Don't be so sure." Tori said, began to feel short with his cocky attitude.

Tori was closing all the creams and throwing away all the used gauze. Beck placed his fingers under her chin and stared into her brown eyes.

Tori felt the world stop as she looked deep into those eyes that once was all for her. She gasped as she saw him inch closer. She felt two foreign lips pressed against hers. Her eyes stayed open as she fought the urge to get accustom to his lips.

Beck pressed all his feelings into this kiss and he was being denied. His heart broke and hurt much worse than the beating. As he started to pull away he felt those soft hands wrap around his shoulders as she pressed her lips back to his.

They worked together like they had all those years ago. They felt like they had went back in time to those days were Beck would stay over and they would lay awake all night. Talking and kissing as the acted like love struck teenagers.

Time stood still as they stayed in each others arms, enjoying the moment.