So this one kinda ran away from me. A short drabble turned into... this. I decided to keep it in this collection because it kind of fit with the theme. A couple of you mentioned wanting longer chapters, so here you go :) (Can't promise they'll continue to be this long though).

This mostly came about because I'm a Jade-stan and hate Prom Wrecker for how she was treated and because the lovely tsttoain prompted me. If I had it my way, this is basically what should have been added to the episode to make it better. And satisfy our Bade needs.

Also, this is the first story I've written that is from Jade's POV. It was kinda tricky and I'm not convinced I did her justice. Please let me know what you think :)

Disclaimer: Not mine, otherwise this chapter would have happened in real life. Everything recognizable belongs to Schneider and his crew.

Jade ran out of the school, too angry to cry. How dare Vega, how dare she? Jade had had that date booked for weeks. And had been working on her show even longer. Why does Vega always have to get what she wants, and everyone treats her like a princess. Jade ran until she reached the tables at the Asphalt Cafe, she threw her bag on the table and dropped herself on the bench, pulling her phone out of her pocket. Without looking she hit her speed dial and breathed heavily (both from running and fury) as the phone rang.

"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!" Jade ranted into the phone as soon as he picked up.

Beck's voice ran through the phone, sounding comforting and familiar. She wished he was here right now. If nothing else, he would stop her from actually stabbing Vega in the throat. "Woah, woah. Jade, babe, what's-"

"She stole my show! She just took the night and she's using it for her stupid Prome and she won't give it back."

"Who?" Beck sounded confused. Jade sighed, she probably wasn't making any sense, but he should figure it out.

"Vega!" she yelled into her phone, "She decided that Hollywood Arts needed a stupid prom so she's having it on the night of My Show. And now the school won't let me do it."

"Jade," he said, his voice obviously trying hard to be calm for her. Although at this point she'd rather he blew up and started shouting swear words. "I'm sorry. Did you talk to Tori about it?"

"Yes," she muttered through gritted teeth. Did he really think she hadn't tried that? "She said she wouldn't change it. And that it was a Prome." She spat out the last word like bad coffee.

"What's a prome?" He asked. Of course he didn't know what a prom was, because he was actually decent and Vega was too stupid for words.

"I don't care!" She yelled again, even louder this time.

"Hey, hey, Jade. Listen. It'll be okay, this sucks but it'll be fine. We'll talk to Sikowitz about doing your show another night." He paused and she didn't say anything. She was actually calmer now, after listening to his voice. "Are you gonna go to the... prome?"

Jade thought about it for a second. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. Tori did ruin her night, so... "Hmm... maybe I will." Her smirk was obviously audible though the phone because Beck immediately sighed.

"No, Jade, that's not what I- that's your devious voice. Please don't do anything terrible."

"Nothing too terrible." It wasn't really a lie... She hadn't even decided what she was going to do yet. "Tori wanted to steal my night, I'll steal hers."

"Jade-"

"Love you, babe," she cut him off, actually grinning now. She was definitely going to make Vega have a great night.

Beck sighed, obviously not wanting to fight her on this. "Love you too." Good boy, she thought, and hung up. She had some other calls to make...

She sat in her car, holding her phone to her ear. Her other hand was gripped so hard around the stupid plastic crown that her knuckles were actually white. She'd managed to kick herself out of Doug-the-diaper-guy's arms and regretted that she'd paid him in advance.

And seriously, Beck needed to learn to answer his phone faster.

"Hey babe, how was it?" He said, cheerfully but paused when he heard her breathing heavily on the other end. " Jade- are you okay?"

"She made me prom queen!" She yelled, dropping the crown on the passenger seat as she threw her arm in the air.

"She what?" He asked, confused. Which she understood, because being crowned was not the result of any of the plans she had for tonight.

"I tried to make it a little less fun for her and she made me prom queen! And she made Doug the Diaper guy prom king." She said, still disgusted at the whole idea of it.

"Really?" He sounded amused now. Maybe it was a good thing he was in Canada right now, because she couldn't hurt him through the phone.

"Yes, it's not funny!" She said, voice still loud with indignation. Then softer, "I have a stupid crown and everything."

Beck started to chuckle but caught himself. "I'm sorry. I bet you looked amazing."

"Shut up," she muttered, but the tiniest of smiles appeared on her face.

"Look, I'm coming back tomorrow, meet me at the RV in the afternoon?" He said, and her smile grew at the thought of seeing him. He'd been away too long.

Jade walked down the driveway towards Beck's RV. The windows were tinted so she couldn't see anything, but she did hear faint music coming from inside. She couldn't even be bothered to knock so she just slammed her palm on the doorbell.

Beck opened the door instantly, wearing a blazer and tie. Slow melodic music flowed out the door. She stared at him. "What is this?"

Beck smiled at her, holding out his hand. "I feel bad that I wasn't there for you last night, so I thought we could at least have a dance."

Her eyes widened. Was he serious right now? "You're kidding."

"Nope," he grinned and held out his hand. "Come here, my prom queen."

"Don't you dare," she shot him a glare, but didn't resist as he pulled her inside by the hand and closed the door behind them. He lead her to the middle of his RV and she finally noticed that only his desk lamp was on, creating a dim light across the space. Beck smiled at her again, and stepped closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him.

"Dance with me," he whispered into her ear and his voice was so warm and comforting that she couldn't help but smile. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, letting him sway them gently to the music.

The next Monday, Jade had done a pretty good job of avoiding Vega. And they didn't have Sikowitz' class till after lunch. Beck, to his credit, had been with her as much as he could, walking her from class to class and making up an excuse to not join Andre and Tori for coffee.

But it was lunch, and some sort of interaction was inevitable. Beck pressed a hand to her back as he they walked through the tables at the Asphalt cafe. Tori, Andre and Cat were already seated and as they got closer Tori waved.

"Hey Beck, how was Canada?" She asked. Her hair flipping over her shoulder as she grinned at them. Jade wanted to pull out her scissors and cut it all off.

"I'm not sitting here," she said loudly, shooting a glare at Vega and walking past the table.

"Jade..." Beck called out and when she turned around he gestured her to wait a moment. She sighed, but stayed in place. Besides, from this distance she could still hear them talking.

"What's up with her?" Andre asked.

"She's still upset about Saturday," Beck replied and Jade noted a hint of annoyance in his voice, although she couldn't be sure who it was directed at.

"She was trying to ruin the Prome!" Tori's whiney and defensive voice said. Jade scowled to herself; anything as stupid as a prome deserved to be ruined.

"She worked really hard on her show!" Beck was definitely getting annoyed. And from the corner of her eye Jade could see that he was giving Tori that "are you kidding me" look.

She heard Cat squeak as Tori stumbled over her stupid excuse. "But- I- the school really wanted a prome."

"Actually, I think you really wanted it, Tori," he said bluntly and walked away from the table.

"Beck?" Tori called out after him, but he didn't react.

As she waited for him for to reach her, Jade saw Andre nod thoughtfully while Tori looked freaked. Guess she didn't think Beck could get angry, did she?

"Hey come on, we can hang out in the theatre," Beck said, draping his arm over her shoulders once he reached her.

Jade put on a puzzled face to mask the fact that she wanted to kiss him right now. She waited until they got inside the school to say anything. "What'd you say to her?" She finally asked when they settled themselves on the chairs in the empty theatre, her legs draped across his lap.

"That she shouldn't have done that," Beck shrugged, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Jade raised an eyebrow, no longer trying to hide her smirk. "Beck Oliver doesn't do angry."

He shrugged again, but this time looked at her in the eye. "Yeah , well, when someone steps all over my girlfriend maybe I do." He rubbed his hand along her leg and then gripped it to pull her whole body closer to his.

"I can take care of myself," she said half-heartedly when she was almost on his lap.

He grinned, running a hand through her hair. "I know."

Vega cornered her after Sikowitz's class. Jade had done an excellent job of not paying any attention to her for an entire hour, so of course Vega would ruin her streak. "Jade, can I talk to you?"

"Do you have to?" She replied, honestly trying to kill her with her eyes. If only Beck's precious little superpower cartoons were real right now.

"I'm sorry about the p rome thing." Tori started, talking so fast it was like she thought Jade would run away before she finished. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea... "I should've cared more about your clown show... It was really unfair of me. And I talked to Sikowitz and he said they could totally fit in your show on another night next week. Apparently some dancer broke his leg or whatever. But I'm sorry that I made you cancel your show for my prome." Tori finally finished, and was looking at her expectantly. What did she want now, a medal?

Jade stared at her for a moment, before speaking. "Stop calling it rome. It's stupid. And your apology does not make us even." Tori nodded, and Jade didn't understand why she was still standing there. Behind Tori, she could see Beck leaning against the doorframe waiting for her. "Go!"

Tori's eyes widened before she scampered off, yelping a good bye to Beck. Beck, on the other hand, just looked at her, slightly amused.

"So this is your crown, huh?" Beck asked, sitting on her bed, holding the plastic thing in his hands. They were hanging out in her room after school. A rarity, but she had forgotten one of her books so here they were. Jade glared at the item in his hands, why did she even still have it? Why didn't she throw it away? Or better yet, why didn't she smash it into a million pieces?

"Stop it, I'm going to throw it away," she muttered, climbing onto the other end of the bed

"Don't," he said, nudging her, "Can you try it on?"

"No!" She shot him a fierce look.

"Aww come on, for me?" He asked, shuffling across the bed to sit closer to her. He held the crown up to her face, wiggling it a little.

"If you laugh..." She started, not believing that she was actually giving in to this. The things she did for this boy.

I won't," he reassured her. So she took the crown and after smoothing her hair down she placed it on top of her head. It slipped a little because her hair styled differently. Beck just gazed at her for a few moments, a smile growing across his lips. "It suits you," he said finally, moving even closer to her.

She made a face. She didn't want it to suit her. But he kept staring at her with this ridiculous grin on his face.

She brought her face closer to his, so they were just a few inches apart. "Beck Oliver, do you have a thing for crowns?" She asked, a smirk draping her lips.

"Nope, just you," he said casually, looking her in the eye quickly before closing the gap between them and kissing her firmly on the lips.

She responded eagerly, still keen to make up for all the time lost while he was away (even if they did make a pretty big dent last night). She reached up and threw the stupid crown on the ground, before grabbing his loose shirt and pulling it, and him, on top of her. He shifted, not breaking the kiss, and placed a hand firmly on her waist while the other was holding himself from crushing her.

She deepened the kiss, letting her hands slip underneath his shirt and roam his back. She was definitely not letting him go back to Canada anytime soon.