This one was semi-sad to write, but also happy. I hope you enjoy!

Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter, Boris Yeltsin, Lucifer143, and Zeroastai. :)

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"It just wasn't working, Mom. We couldn't fix each other." He could not muster enough energy to look her in the eyes as he explained. He was so tired of everything.

"Of course not. Relationships aren't about fixing each other, Beck. You have to do that yourself. A partner is just that - someone to 'partner' with you as you work on yourself. That's why you don't call your significant other your 'saviour' or 'fixer'. There was no way that Jade could fix you or you could fix her. I didn't know that was what you thought relationships were about. I'm sorry. I should have made sure that you understood that."

Beck shrugged. "It doesn't matter anyway. Who cares?"

Anna raised her eyebrows as she turned to look at her son seriously. "What do you mean, who cares? You dated her for two years."

"It doesn't matter," Beck said irritably, pulling away from her. "Jade didn't care anymore."

"What about you?"

"If she didn't care anymore, there was no reason for me to. Just go away and leave me alone," Beck said dully,

"Beck, what is ...?" Her eyes flashed with recognition of what was occurring. "Becker Miskwaadesi Oliver, did you go off your medication?" Anna asked in her most serious tone.

Beck shrugged. He was shrugging so much more lately. He hated disappointing his parents ... normally. Right now, as his mom forced him to look at her and he saw the look of betrayal on her face, he knew that it should bother him. Instead, all he could feel was an emptiness.

"How long have you been off it?"

"Not long."

"How long?"

She was worried. He could see that, even if he could not join in the emotion.

"A couple weeks."

"Why didn't tell me?"

"It wasn't working anyway. What's the use of taking it?"

"If it wasn't working, you needed to get the dosage changed. Beck, baby, you can't just go off that. It's dangerous."

Beck ducked away from her, silent. Anna sighed, then lightly patted his back.

"I don't want to risk your health, Beck. If you wanted to come off of the medication, we could have discussed it. It's not healthy to go off all at once. I'm going to make a doctor's appointment for you."

Beck sighed, low and long. When he realized that his mother was not leaving without hearing some sort of response, he grumped, "Fine, if it'll stop you from asking me all these stupid questions!"

He winced a little as the words left his lips and he realized how mean he was being to his mother. It was not her fault. It was so rare for him to argue with his parents. He loved and respected them and he immediately felt guilty for having snapped at his mom. He heard her take a long, slow breath before answering him.

So that was where I learned how to do that with Jade.

His mom gently squeezed his shoulder. "I do not like this attitude, but I'm going to give you a pass because I know you are dealing with a lot right now. But I do want you to work on getting that back under control. Also, I think you should stay with us in the house, at least until you are adjusted back to your medication. I think a change of situation will be good for your head."

Beck went back to shrugging. At least that was not going to upset his mother as much as snapping at her. He did not even want to disagree. As much as he did not really want to interact with his parents right now, knowing they were nearby would be more comforting than being alone in the RV with his own doubts and fears and stillness. He stood up when his mom gently pulled on his hand and followed her inside, wishing that closing the door on a relationship was as easy as closing the metal one, dented by Jade's boots ...

No, it was not easy. Not one bit.

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"I haven't seen Beck around lately," Julia noted casually as she handed Jade a box of take out. Jade looked up from the heap of homework next to her on her bed and took her supper from her mother.

"When did you start caring about when my friends come around?" Jade asked with her best attempt at nonchalance. She did not want to get into this discussion with her mother. She was not even willing to talk to Cat about any aspect of it, and Cat's pouts and big eyes could be far more persuasive than Jade cared to mention.

Julia seemed to catch on that something was off about Jade's reaction, and she timidly started, "Are you sure nothing is the ..."

"NOTHING is the matter! Who cares about Beck? Not me!" Jade snapped viciously, glaring at her mother who backed up nervously.

Jade watched her mother back away and felt guilty for a second.

Lashing out at her, especially over something that is in no way her fault? You're better than that, Jade.

How come even her conscience was in Beck's voice?! A flash of infuriation rode strongly through her body.

"Get out! Get out! GET OUT!" Jade screamed in a sudden fit of rage and guilt. All the emotions that she had been struggling to suppress since the breakout were bubbling out with alarming speed and force.

Her frightened and overwhelmed mother, never one for conflict, backed out and closed the door tightly behind her. Only then did she seem to remember that she was supposedly the parent and Jade was the out-of-control child.

"You need to calm down, young lady," she said, muffled through the door.

Calm down, Jade, or you'll need to take a time out to reevaluate how you're acting right now.

"I don't WANT to be calm!" Jade screamed in a burst of hurt. She was unable to tell if she was screaming at the most recent of her mother's sporadic attempts at parenting or at the fact that Beck's far more effective methods were still present in her mind. Instead of analyzing it, Jade threw the chopsticks and then a textbook at the closed door. She heard her mother scurry away like a frightened field mouse and there was no way that her brother would come around when she was being that loud.

She was alone.

She shoved the rest of her textbooks onto the floor, dropped her box of supper onto her nightstand, buried her face in her pillow, and sobbed her heart out. She went on to cry herself to sleep not only that night, but for the rest of the week. Not only was she venting all her sadness over the breakup, she was also releasing some of the pain that she felt about everything else in life.

Getting over Beck was not easy. No, not one bit.

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Beck got back onto his medication. The doctor talked with him and decided to raise his dose. It worked much better and Beck found himself restabilizing. He could feel emotions again, and his patience was restored. Energy started coming back.

He went on a fake date with Tori and realized that although a relationship with her would never work, he would like to be in one again with someone. It was time to move on - but with who?

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Jade tired of crying. She tried to focus on Cat, one person who would always accept her love, even in its rougher expression. Cat suggested writing a song - "I like to sing when I get too sad, Jadey. Maybe you could write a song. You write things really good." Jade took the advice and poured her hurting soul into the lyrics and rough melody. The experience was oddly cathartic.

She made out with Beck's friend, the oddly nicknamed Moose. Jade realized that a relationship with him would never work, but she would like to be in one again with someone. It was time to move on - but with who?

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After some Tori-led meddling, Beck complied and set up with a date with the lovely Meredith. She had a sweet smile and was gentle and kind and compliant and pleasing.

With his emotions freshly activated once again, Beck realized that he hated it. He needed something more.

Jade had always been going to sing at the show, but it was only when she heard that Beck was bringing Meredith that she decided to sing her song.

Their song.

It was only fair to herself to let him hear it at least once. She needed to let him hear her, so that if they both moved in different directions it would not be because of her being dishonest about her feelings.

She sang like she had rarely sung before. Even her teachers were shocked by the intensity and showmanship that she put into the performance. Part way through she made eye contact with Beck and she saw him start to smile at her. He was realizing that she was singing to him.

He knew.

And he smiled at her, accepting it, recognizing the truth.

They could not fix other, but that was not their jobs. He could work on his depression. She could work on figuring out what frightened her. They could support one another and be okay being together in the brokenness in the in-between spaces of life.

She challenged him. He rose to the challenge. He kissed her. She kissed him back.

It was time in for both of them. And this time they were going to try to do it right.

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One last chapter! Please review and let me know your thoughts. :D