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Maybe I'll Find Myself Again

Digidestend Angel and Izzy

I do NOT own Victorious

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Chapter Ten

Another Job Offer

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Orlando Bloom was breathing heavily has he stared down from a building with anxiety. He heard thumping coming from the indoor staircase and let out a shaky breath. "Here goes nothing!" He yelled and made a motion to jump.

"CUT!"

There was a ringing and Orlando sighed. "I could never jump this high."

"I can though." Beck chuckled as he walked up.

Orlando just laughed and patted Beck's back, walking back downstairs so they'll finish the scene.

"Alright, Beck, we need to make this perfect." The director came up.

Beck raised his eyebrows. "You doubt me?"

"Never, my good sir, but just in case." The director chuckled. "Alright, we prepared for this. Make me proud." And the directed also patted Beck's back and then ran a bit away from Beck's spot, to make more space from him. Down below was a large pillow parachute like blanket, waiting for him to fall.

Beck took a deep breath.

"AND ACTION!"

Beck jumped off and waved his hands around and his feet kicking, as the director told him to do, and he landed onto the parachute balloon and his heart stopped racing. Even though he was very experienced, it always gave Beck a stomach-drop to do such a big stunt.

"PERFECT!" The director yelled from the roof. "Absolutely perfect!"

Beck chuckled as he kept trying to walk off the pillow-like blanket and finally was off, everyone giving him a pat on the back or a handshake to congratulate him. He went over to the snack table and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Beck Oliver, correct?"

Beck turned around after taking a big gulp. "That's me." Beck said, out of breath.

A man in a black, clean suit with slick back hair and sunglasses stood behind him. "I'm an acting manager."

Beck nodded. "Awesome. What can I do for you?"

"I have a job offer for you, Mr. Oliver." The man held his hand out. "Devon Whisby at your service." Beck shook his hand. "There's a movie I want you to co-star in and do your own stunts at the same time."

Beck had wide eyes. "What? Are you serious?"

"Yes." The man nodded. "You will get paid triple what you're paid currently."

Beck gulped. "Whoa, whoa, totally!"

"I'm glad. This movie is going to be in France come after this movie is over." Devon said. "You'll have to relocate of course and we'll pay for everything."

Beck's heart dropped.

France?

No…he couldn't.

He wasn't going to leave Cat for a year. If he did, he could lose her to some other guy that actually lived here. Cat was more important to him than some movie. He'd lose his mind without her. How could he go on without her again? He loved and adored her. He couldn't leave her. He did make her a promise after all.

"Um…actually, I may have to think about it." Beck told him cautiously.

Devon raised his eyebrows and took off his sunglasses to reveal his confused brown eyes. "Excuse me? Mr. Oliver, this is a chance of a lifetime. This offer may not come again."

"I know, trust me, I know." Beck tried to think of an excuse. "I just…like it in Hawaii, but let me think about it. Please. Give me a day." Beck knew he'd say no, but he didn't want to just straight up tell him he wouldn't accept it. That'd be very unprofessional.

Devon rubbed his lips together and then shrugged. "So be it. I'll be calling you." And he left Beck standing there.

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Beck was laughing with Cat on the couch in his house at the movie "The Other Guys" on a Friday night. The stress of the job offer left his mind hours ago when he saw his redhead angel. She seemed to always take away his stress and concerns with a smile and a kiss. But then he felt it…

Beck groaned. "Cat, I need to go to the restroom. I'll be right back." And he went to the bathroom that was close to the living room.

Cat put the movie on pause and sighed with a happy smile.

Ring…ring…ring…

"Beck, your phone is ringing!" Cat called out as she saw his phone also vibrating on the table in front of her. "Do you want me to answer it for you?"

"Yes, please!" He answered back.

Cat picked up his phone, but the number was unknown. "Hello?"

"Oh, hello, is this Beck Oliver's phone?"

"Yes, it is, but he's busy at the moment. This is his girlfriend, Cat."

"Ah, girlfriend. That'd explain why."

Cat was confused now. "I'm sorry?"

"This is the acting manager he probably told you about. I talked to Beck today about a movie offer in France that would pay him triple of what he's getting paid currently. He said he'd think about it."

Cat's heart shattered. "He'd think about it?"

"Yes. I asked him why, but he didn't answer. Now I know why. I do encourage you to encourage him to take the job, ma'am. It's a chance of a lifetime. Beck's young still and he shouldn't ruin his chances at this. We wouldn't want him to be stuck as JUST a stunt double his whole career. Please, tell him I called and I'll call him tomorrow. Thank you for your time." And he hung up.

Cat put the phone down on the table and stood from her seat, shaking. Beck said he'll think about it? Oh wow…that means she really wasn't that important to him than she thought she was. Also, the acting manager had a point. Beck should do much better things with his life. He shouldn't be held down by her.

Cat sobbed out a little as she heard the bathroom door open.

Beck looked alarmed. "Cat, are you alright?"

Cat looked back at him, tears running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry, Beck, but it's over."

Beck blinked. "What's over?"

"Us."

"Wait-what?" Beck had to lean against the couch in shock. "Cat, what…how long was I going PEE?"

"Your new acting manager called." Cat informed him.

Beck went pale. "Oh no…" He shook his head, looking desperate. "Cat, listen to me-"

"Take the offer, Beck." Cat whispered, but loud enough so he could hear her. "Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. This is a sign. We aren't meant to be."

"NO!" Beck ran up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Cat, don't do this! I don't want that job! I can't leave this place! Why would I want to go somewhere to be alone again? I love you!"

Cat sobbed into his chest. "I love you too, but Beck, I'm just holding you back! You can do so much with your career!"

"I don't care about MY DAMN CAREER!" Beck snarled, holding her even tighter. "None of that matters! Money and fame have no meaning to me! I don't care about that! I DON'T CARE! I DON'T NEED THOSE THINGS! Here's what I do need and can't live without again: you and love." Beck leaned back and looked her in the eyes. She whimpered in his hold and he tried to wipe her eyes. "You showed me who I am. You brought me back to life. You made me happy again. I haven't felt like this since we all graduated college. A huge chunk of me left with you when you came here to Hawaii. I…I need you."

Cat caught her breath and leaned against him, collapsing. He picked her up and put her on the couch and she curled up to him when he seated himself right next to her. Beck kissed her head and held her close, praying he'd never have to experience that kind of scare of losing her again. "I love you so much, Cat. I'm never leaving."

"Yes, you are." Cat suddenly said, snaking herself out of his shocked grasp. "You may not think so, but Beck, you're not only made for stunts, you're made for acting too." Cat said quietly, standing up. "I'm sorry, Beck. This is for the best." And with that, she grabbed her house keys and left, crying as she did.

Beck was left speechless, unable to run after her.

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Beck was forcing himself not to drink the vodka he bought at the store, but even so, he was staring at it, like he needed it. He didn't give a crap what Cat said. He turned down the job. He wasn't leaving.

But even it being a week later, Cat still hadn't let him talk to her.

He knew this was bad.

He prayed things would get better and he'd be able to hold her in his arms again.

Ring…ring…

Beck saw the number was the hospital here in Hawaii. Who else would they call him for? Cat. "Oh god, no!" Beck blurted out while his mind jumped to a thousand conclusions. What if she fell at work? Car accident? Was she…dead? He realized he better answer the phone. "Hello?" He asked hastily.

"Is this Mr. Oliver?"

"Yes! Yes! Is it Cat? What's happened?"

"Sir, you need to calm yourself."

Beck took a few deep breaths, clutching the kitchen counter with a white knuckled grip. "Okay, I'm calm. Please…please tell me she's alright."

"Mr. Oliver, Miss Valentine's store was robbed this evening as she was alone in the store." Beck gulped, his heart shattering. "She has a few broken ribs and a broken nose, otherwise she's fine."

Beck kept his emotions in check as he rubbed his lips together before answering. "I'm on my way."

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Beck rushed out the elevators of the Hawaiian hospital and practically ran to the room the receptionist told him to go. His heart was racing with worry and fright. He didn't know what was going on, since everything was currently a blur to him. He never wanted this to happen…not to Cat. Not to the love of his life. He never imagined it happened in the first place. Who could hurt an innocent, tiny woman?

Beck ran into the room they said to go in and broke down into sobs when he saw her. She looked in so much pain, she was flinching just laying there. She forced a smile when she saw him. Beck ran up to her bedside and took her hand, not being able to control the tears that were running down his face. Cat reached up to wipe them away, but pulled back with a grunt. It seemed to hurt her to even move. "Beck…I'm so sorry."

Beck put both his hands on either side of her face, and leaned down next to her ear, unable to handle the terror of the situation. "Don't be, Cat. Please, don't be."

"Will you take me back?" Cat whispered into his ear.

Beck leaned up a little. "No, Cat, the real question is: will you take me back?"

Cat smiled, but it looked like it hurt to do so, since her lip was split from what looked like being punched. "How about we take each other back? Hmm?"

"Sounds like a plan." Beck said, trying to smile through the tears, but his face broke into a saddened expression again. "Cat, I was so scared. God, I was so afraid when they said robbery. Hell, I was already in panic when I saw the hospital's number pop up, since you'd be the only person they'd call me for."

"I told them to call you." Cat said softly. "I needed you. You were right. We need each other. I'm so sorry for being so ridiculous the other night, Beck."

"Don't be. I should've turned that job offer down the moment he brought it up." Beck said, breathing heavily to try and stop crying. "I love you so much, Cat."

"I love you too."

"Just please…please…please, Cat…I'm begging you to never leave me. Please don't get hurt again. I can't take it. I can't see you hurt. I can't do this. I'm not good at handling you in a hospital bed." Beck whimpered out. "Please…please…" His voice cracked, not able to continue.

Cat ran her fingers through his hair as she stared up at him with her right eye bruised. "I promise."

With that, Beck kissed her passionately, wishing he could never let her go again.