A/N:
I'm so so so sorry for the wait :(
It's not that good but it's the last chapter so I hope you like it and for the last time review. :))
Running out of those hospital doors, Beck started his car as quickly as humanly possible and drove over to the fortune teller's tent, where he had been so many months ago.
In reality, it had only been two months ago, but it seemed like a lifetime, and rightly so, as they had technically lived out three years of their lives in their slumbers. Getting out of the car and slamming the door behind him, Beck rushes over to the tent. A queue of people came from the tent and he wondered why people would do this to themselves, why put themselves through the pain of knowing the future? Now he knew his, he dearly wished he didn't.
The only good thing to come of those awful four years they'd been told about was their beautiful babies, who Beck wouldn't swap for the world. Pushing his way through the people waiting in line, he apologized halfheartedly. "I'm sorry, this is an emergency," he says, squeezing through the tent flaps and facing the fortune teller straight on, looking into her beady black eyes, glaring at her, his eyes hard with raw emotion.
"I need to speak with you." Beck says firmly, pulling at her arm. The fortune teller's eyes glint, and she gives him the faintest smile.
"Of course, my dear. There's the line - get in it."
"No." Beck hisses. "I need to speak with you, now."
"I suspected as such...come with me, dearie. I'm afraid my tent is closed for a little while, just while I discuss personal matters with this child. I'll thank you all to wait outside."
Her lips twitched as they all left, and it turned upwards into a cheery smile, lipstick bleeding into the lined skin around her mouth.
"I see you've finally awoken, and come to your senses!" She cackles, coughing and hacking after her short chuckle, much like someone who's chain smoked for 60 years.
"You need to fix things," Beck says through gritted teeth. "My girlfriend is in hospital, and she's going crazy. We just saw our lives in the future, and it wasn't all roses and rainbows. It was serious. Do you expect us to go through life knowing that's ahead of us?"
"If you cannot handle the truth, then do not ask for it, my boy!"
"You are crazy!" Beck yells. "You have ruined our lives before they've even begun! Did you ever stop to think about that? I'm a kid. You shouldn't have ever let me see all of that."
"You're almost an adult," she points out, yawning nonchalantly.
"Do you know what I've just seen?"
"Of course not. I don't interest myself in my client's private lives."
"I've just watched my girlfriend - my wife, then - almost killing herself, abandoning our daughter, leaving me, and my own suicide attempt, my friend's spiral into depression and her trying to claw her way back up, and...I can't do this. I can't live my life knowing that's ahead of us. I can't do it!"
"My dear," the fortune teller says, suddenly softer, more gentle, "Calm yourself."
"Could you do that?" Beck asks. "Could you?"
"I don't know," she says, truthfully enough. "I don't know if I can fix it, either."
"What am I supposed to tell Jade?" He says, covering his face with his hands. The fortune teller's eyes soften for just long enough for Beck to see, before they darken once again, a shroud of mystery and confusion.
"Let me see her, child," she says, reaching out for Beck's hand. She pats it comfortingly, though it brings no such emotion to Beck. "I will do all I can to bring her back to you."
"Thank you," Beck breathes, looking to the sky, thanking God.
"I make no promises." She says simply, and then she leaves to close her tent.
At the hospital, Beck leads the fortune teller, who has told him her name – Mary Anne – to Jade's room, begging silently in his head that something can be done, that something will take them back to the days where all he worried about was what play he would be in that week, and how he would get that essay done on time.
"What do you plan to do?" Beck asks Mary Anne, placing his hand on Jade's hospital room door, and just stopping short of opening it.
"Well," she says, thinking slowly, one finger on her cheek, one under her chin, "Truthfully, I do not know. But I would like to speak to this girl, to do my best to rectify my mistakes."
"It would mean the world to me if you could fix her."
"My dear," the fortune teller says sadly, "She is not broken, she's just a mother."
"She's seventeen," Beck hisses, and then he sighs. "I'm sorry. It's just so hard, seeing her so little and fragile,"
"From what I've heard," Mary Anne continues, pushing the door open, "Jade isn't so fragile."
Beck, as he was asked, waited outside, sitting on a hard, uncomfortable chair, fidgeting nonstop. His foot tap-tap-tapped against the cold linoleum and his fingers drum-drum-drummed against the metal frame of the chair.
Meanwhile, inside the brightly lit private hospital room that Jade's father had forked out for, Jade sat up, wide eyed, staring at the fortune teller with sparks of hopefulness smoldering in her chest.
"Please," Jade whispered, "Please help me."
"My child...please accept my sincerest apologies." Mary Anne begins regretfully. "I did not fully comprehend the repercussions of my actions."
"I don't blame you," Jade sighs. "I don't blame you for my mistakes."
"You had years of happiness left before adulthood really set in."
"No," Jade says sharply. "I didn't." Suddenly, it begins to dawn on Jade the good things to come out of this mostly horrible experience. Instead of living through that hell again, she would be prepared.
Instead of leaving her baby, she would ask for help. She would live with Beck and Cat and she would be loved and she would love the people around her while she still could.
For now, she would hug her father once again, instead of resenting him. She would hug her cat, seeing as he was still alive. She would hug Cat, the only friend she really knew, too. While Jade realized all of this, the little redhead bounded through the doors of the hospital, grinning from ear to ear from the news that her best friend had just woken up.
Cat ran into the room, arms wide open, and engulfed Jade into a hug. Mary Anne slipped out of the room quietly while the two best friends hugged as if they'd never let each other go again, which Jade would make sure of.
Her babies would be waiting for her, Jade told herself, letting herself cry happy tears. Beck wrapped his arms around the two girls, and Mr West watched the scene unfolding, a small smile on his face.
Yes, Jade West would get her happy ending, and maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't be destined for disaster afterall.