Oh Gosh, what even is this? A mixture of me not being able to wrap up this stor and not having enough time to write, that's what! I had originally planned to be done with this in half the length of this chapter but it just won't end :P So there will be a Part Three coming... although I can't promise it'll be before Christmas... I've ended this chapter on a fluffy note though, so think of it as an interim ending...

Beck's family and all that is completely made up and probably OOC. I tried to link some parts with what we had seen (or not seen in Beck's case) throughout the year... if that makes any sense.

Anyway, I hope you like it - thank for the amazing reviews I so appreciate. I've been getting loads of amazing ideas can't wait to work through them all :D But keep them coming!

Disclaimer: Not mine, because if it was Beck wouldn't have fallen asleep after seeing Jade in that Mrs Claus outfit... just saying. All recognizable material belongs to Schneider and Co.

Beck woke up to some familiar noises from the kitchen: a kettle boiling and something frying on the stove, as well as some cheery chatter. He'd slept on the couch, because one of his parent's conditions for letting Jade come with them was that they didn't sleep in the same room. He thought it was stupid, but he couldn't really put up a fight. So while they were at his grandparents house, he let Jade sleep on the camper bed in the study (his parents took the spare bedroom) and he slept on the couch. He didn't mind; it was huge, when he was younger he and about all of his cousins could fit on it comfortably.

They'd arrived in Canada yesterday morning, Christmas Eve. They had a small Christmas dinner last night, and today the whole family would come over for lunch. Beck was anxious for Jade to meet them all, but he was also a little nervous. He knew Jade wasn't great at making first impressions. So far, her biggest complaint was the cold and the snow. Beck had lived in LA for 15 of his 17 years, so although he was used to warmer winters, the cold weather always felt natural to him. Jade, on the other hand, had lived in California her whole life, and kept saying she felt claustrophobic in the seven layers of clothing she had on.

"Merry Christmas Sunshine!" His grandmother said, peering into the living room. He grinned sleepily at her and sat up on the couch. Slowly he stood up and straightened the sweatpants he had slept in.

"Come give your Nan a hug," she gestured for him to come to her as she stepped further into the room.

He chuckled and moved towards her swiftly, enveloping her in a tight hug. His Nan was tiny, and he'd been taller than her for a few years now. But she always gave the best hugs; she smelled of tea and baking.

Suddenly he realized he had no idea what time it was. He was always one to sleep in if someone or something didn't wake him up. Mostly Jade.

"Is, uh, Jade up yet?" he asked, as they pulled away. Of course he'd told his grandparents all about Jade over the last few years, but this was the first time they'd actually met her. Yesterday had been pretty uneventful; the only real argument Jade got into was with a flight attendant on the plane because they ran out of pretzels and only had peanuts left. (He swapped his pretzels with her after a few moments to ease the drama.)

Jade had been herself yesterday, just slightly calmer version. He supposed she knew she was on thin ice with his parents and didn't want to get kicked out of the Oliver Family Christmas. Her sarcasm and dryness stayed though, but if it fazed his grandparents they didn't seem to show it. Actually his Nan seemed to be getting on with her quite well, and when he answered questions directed at Jade a couple of times during dinner he got a glare from both of them.

"I think so..." his Nan frowned thoughtfully. "She walked past the kitchen quite early on, but I don't know where she's gone. Your Pop and dad have gone out for a walk in the snow."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Beck asked. His grandfather had had cancer earlier in the year. It was caught early and treated. Beck had taken a couple weeks off school to spend time with him. He seemed to be in recovery now, but since he was so old the whole family was worried it would come back stronger.

His Nan shrugged, "I can't stop him from living. And with someone so strong and stubborn... well, you know how it is." She smiled at him knowingly. Beck could help but chuckle and nod.

"Yeah..."

"She's wonderful, Beck," his Nan said suddenly, patting his shoulder.

Beck blinked in surprise. He'd never heard that word used to describe her before, not from someone else.

"You really think so?" He asked, a happy smile forming on his face. In a few ways, his Nan's opinion was more important than his father's. Though he knew he'd love Jade no matter what they thought of her.

"Of course! Oh, I've heard everything your father thinks, but don't listen to him. She's strong and genuine and doesn't care what anyone thinks. Those are all brilliant qualities. And so talented too."

"Some people at school are scared of her," he mused.

"Some people obviously don't know her well enough. Sure she's a little angry, but who isn't? The fact that she doesn't care to hide it will help so much in the future. And another thing she doesn't hide – how much she loves you."

Beck's head snapped back towards his grandmother's. He wanted to ask whether Jade had said anything, but assumed she had just sensed how close they were. As usual, they did hold hands a lot.

"I had a nice little chat with her yesterday when you and your father went out to the store yesterday," his Nan continued.

"What did she say?" Beck wasn't sure if he was worried or curious. Surely Jade couldn't have said anything too terrible, since his Nan seemed to like her.

But his Nan just patted his shoulder again, smiling, "I see you two together and you seem so good for each other, she gives you a fire I don't usually see and you keep her on the ground. With a relationship as strong as yours, any obstacles are merely speed-bumps." He smiled at her, wondering how she always knew what to say.

"Merry Christmas, Nan."

"Merry Christmas, honey. Now go find that girl of yours, because breakfast is nearly ready and we have to presents first!"

He nodded, and swiftly moved into the hallway of the house. He glanced casually towards the front door, but did a double take when he saw a familiar figure through the door-side window. Quickly pulling on his boots and jacket over his sleepwear, he opened the door and stepped out onto the half-closed patio.

"Jade?" He asked, stepping outside. It was freezing, definitely below freezing. And he noted Jade was only wearing socks, jeans and a baggy sweatshirt he was sure was his. She looked over her shoulder and smiled for a moment, before turning back to the street.

"I can't feel my feet," she said.

"Shit, Jade. Come inside!" He said quickly, freaking out about the future of her toes. He moved by her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her back to the house. But she stood steadfast.

"I like it," she resisted.

"Babe," he said, looking at her pointedly, even though she was facing away from him.

She crossed her arms, but leaned into him, letting her head slip under his chin.

He stopped worrying for a second, and smiled contentedly, "Merry Christmas, Babe." He kissed the top of her head, and then stretched his neck to kiss her cheek.

She hummed, a smile appearing on her lips, as she turned around to face him. "Whatever," she replied, and lifted her chin towards him.

He gladly took the hint and kissed her deeply. A holiday with the family didn't leave much time to make out with his girlfriend, and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss it already. He pulled her closer to him, holding her body flush against his, and wrapped his arms around her, moving his jacket for it covered both of them. He felt her move her feet so she was standing on the tips of his boots, probably to get away from the cold ground. He worried about her toes for another moment, before the he realized her move gave her some height and allowed her to deepen the kiss even further. Her arm was wrapped wholly around his neck, and her other hand was at the back of his, running through his hair.

He wasn't sure how long they stood there, but their faces snapped apart when they heard someone clear their throat. Standing at the bottoms of the steps that lead to the patio were his father and granddad. His father looked unimpressed, and was probably the one who had interrupted them, while his granddad just chuckled beside him.

"Uh, sorry," Beck mumbled, while Jade just bit her lip and looked at the ground. She was still standing on his feet, not willing to return to the icy wood.

"We should go inside and warm up – I'm starving!" his Pop said, grinning as though nothing had happened. Jade moved away from Beck to let him pass. Beck's dad followed him inside, giving Beck a pointed look as he passed. Beck shrugged at him, still remembering Nan's words in his head.

Beck and Jade looked at each other when they were alone again. After a moment, he grinned and pulled her closer again, lifting her slightly so she could stand on his shoes again. Jade rolled her eyes, but he saw a slight smile on her lips.

"Come on, wait till you try Nan's Christmas breakfast. There's bacon!" He grinned.

"It's Canadian bacon," she said, unimpressed.

"It's amazing!" He exclaimed, with fake offense. This made her chuckle as she stepped off him and towards the door. Her hand slid down his arm and landed in his, so he followed her immediately.

"I literally can't feel my toes," she grumbled as they walked inside.

"Poor Jadey," he whispered, sneaking a kiss on her cheek as he walked with her. She shot him a half-hearted glare, but said nothing.

"Come on, you two," his Nan said from the living room, "It's present time!"

Beck swallowed, remembering that he still didn't know what Jade had gotten his family. Oh well, if they didn't like it, they'd just have to deal with it.

In the living room, Beck dropped on the floor in front of the fire his grandfather had just lit. Jade sat next to him, draped her legs over his. He reached out and took one of her socked feet in his hands, shooting her a worried glance when he found out how cold they really were.

"Jade, Beck told me how you like your coffee," his mother said, bringing in a tray of mugs and handing one to her.

"Thanks," Jade replied, looking and sounding surprised. While his dad didn't try to hide his dislike for Jade, a trait he guessed they had in common, his mom never seemed to have any particular opinion about her.

"Let's hurry this up, I want breakfast!" his Pop grumbled from his armchair, which was on the other side of the large tree.

"Ooh, me first!" his Nan said excitedly.

"Actually, can I?" Jade said, getting up from the floor. He rested he head against her leg as she stood next to him.

"Jade, of course, dear," Nan said, looking surprised that Jade even had presents.

"I, uh, I didn't know what you like – so I just went with what we have in common," Jade said, looking at the floor while handing Beck's Pop a large rectangular parcel. Nan sat on the edge of his armchair, looking eagerly as he unwrapped it.

"Oh, Jade!" She exclaimed, a bright smile on her face.

Beck watched all this with a curious and confused expression. "What is it?" He asked. His mom murmured in agreement.

His grandparents held up 5 DVDs while Jade explained, "It's all your short films, and the plays you were in that were recorded. And the screener of Misfire."

"How did you get all that?" He asked, getting up and walking over to his grandparents to look at the DVDs. Each cover had a list of titles, as well as a collage of pictures from his performances. Sure enough, these were all the things he'd been in since he started Hollywood Arts.

Jade shrugged, and picked up two more parcels and handed them to his parents. They thanked her, his mother a little more warmly than his father. Beck was impressed with the black scarf and Pearpad case his parents received, before feeling a little bad he'd ever doubted her.

Nan got up to hand Jade a small gift, "Dear, please keep in mind that we got this before we met you. We only knew what Beck told us," Nan said, smiling.

Beck quickly tried to remember what he'd told his grandparents about Jade, to see if there could be trouble ahead.

Jade said nothing just opened the gift, ripping the paper impatiently. She was left holding a thick journal, the cover of which was an image of dozens of tiny colorful scissors. "It's amazing, thank you!" She said, smiling genuinely as she gazed at it.

...

A while later, after the most of the gifts had been exchanged, Beck and Jade were left alone in the living room as his mother insisted she could set the table for breakfast herself if they took care of the flood of wrapping papers and ribbons that had occurred across the carpet.

"Hey," Beck grinned, chucking a balled up piece of paper at Jade so that it hit her softly in the head.

"What?" Jade glared.

"You forgot one!" He said, finding a box under the tree.

"Give it!" Jade said angrily, although her lips were spreading into a smile as she said it. She ripped off the wrapping paper and opened the square box. Inside sat a necklace he found that day they'd separated at the mall. It was a large butterfly pendant, butterflies being one of the few things Jade loved. It had a thin metal frame and its wings were made out of coloured glass, mostly dark greens and purples.

"Aww," she smiled, gazing from the box to him. She reached out with one hand to pull him closer.

"It's beautiful," She said gazing once more at the necklace one more.

"Just like you," he murmured and kissed her before she could even roll her eyes at him.