I just want to say thank you to all of the amazingly loyal people we have following this story. We couldn't do it without your reviews. Don't worry, the mass of drama we've created should be subsiding.

Disclaimer: Victorious is owned by Dan Shneider, who writes amazing shows for Nickelodeon. Just giving him some 'mad props' right now because I've grown up with his shows...well, sort of haha

Jade stood sill, the world around her growing increasingly silent until she could hear nothing but her thoughts and the shallow breathing that came from others in the room. She thought hard about the news, letting the reality of it hit her. She mentally disciplined herself for the things she had done to a person who was already suffering the gradual loss of a child. She had wished so many terrible things onto her, things she knew would not be repeated. She had taken Beck away from the child who needed him most at that moment. Grabbing her coat from the hook, her legs moved her to the truck where Beck and Noah were waiting. Her seatbelt clicked into place and she stared straight ahead, unable to meet his eyes. He reached over the center console and touched her hand.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She was crying now, and shook her head , looking down into her lap. She didn't want him to feel the loss just yet, not while they were driving.

Cat left shortly after Jade, but kept to her wish and did not follow the family. She took a right where the left to Jade's old house was, and kept to the road until she reached a street with modest houses. She pulled into the fourth on the left as she had so many times before and let herself in. Tori was in the living room, stacks of open albums surrounding her. She had stopped looking at the pictures long before, but held an open album in her lap, letting her tears drip onto its pages. Cat sat beside her and looked over at the album. A sonogram was placed on the first page, with a small quote about the love of a first child. Next to it was a picture of Tori sitting in the waiting room of the hospital, Beck's hand on her pregnant stomach. There was an unmistakable twinkle in their eyes that had been lost long before their daughter was.

When Jade and Beck arrived at his house, she knew it was time to let the truth come out, whether he should hear it or not. She gathered his attention and they sat in the living room, on couches facing each other.

"Jade, what's wrong? Why are you so quiet?"

"Beck…your daughter, she…she's dead." He put his head in his hands and rubbed his eyes. He had understood what she had said, but it was not coming to terms in his head.

"Dead?" It was the first word he spoke. He wasn't sure what to think anymore.

"I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you." He was numb, not able to say anything else. All he said was a quiet apology as he grabbed his keys and got back into his truck. He took a left onto a street lined with modest houses and pulled into the fourth on the left.

"I just don't know what to think anymore." Tori flipped the page of the album and smiled sadly when she saw the picture. The first time she had been able to hold Evelyn. Her tiny hand was wrapped around Tori's finger and she was looking up at the camera with curiosity. They hadn't noticed Beck's presence until the couch moved under his weight. He looked at the photo and back to the girl he had let down.

"If there was one thing I could tell her," He said, his usually loud voice hushed by the moment they were experiencing. "it'd be that through all of the mistakes that I've made, and trust me I've made a lot" he and Cat locked eyes for only a moment, but the message was conveyed. "she was never a mistake. I don't regret ever having her, even if the pain that came along with having her in the hospital was as great as it was. And I would tell her…that her dad is the stupid one. I would tell her that her mother is a great person, and not to blame her for the fact that I wasn't around as much as I should have been, and that she was beautiful, and I couldn't wait to see what she would achieve when she grew up." He paused, trying to collect his thoughts. This was the most he had talked since he had heard the news. "Tori, I'm so sorry about everything. I'll be here to help you through this, even if you don't want me here." He got up from his place on the couch and headed for the door. "Sorry, I just need some air."

When Beck had been gone around five minutes, Cat got up from her seat to give Tori some space, following his path. He was sitting in the back of his truck, thinking. When he heard her coming, he looked up. She sat next to him like she had so many summers before, when things were simple and life was an undiscovered treasure. When they were young they had ice cream sandwiches and talked about everything together, sitting in the truck until both had to go inside. Cat hadn't sat in the truck since the incident, when everything between them had crumpled. Unknowingly, their thoughts were intertwined, both regretting the night that changed everything between them.

"I have a question." Cat said, turning toward the man next to her. When he didn't reply, she continued, "Do you regret what happened?" Finally, he turned to her, his eyes full of hurt.

"Every day, Cat. I just wish everything was back to the way it was when we were young. I wish we could be five years old playing pirates in my front yard. I wish I could have a relationship with your family without wondering if they resent me. I wish I hadn't made the mistakes I've made. This one ruined our life. It was the beginning of the end."

"It doesn't have to be that way."

"What do you mean?"

"I could…forgive you."

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, Cat. You were young and naïve and I took advantage of that. I changed the friendship that had been growing since we were four years old. I did it, Cat."

"You did do it, Beck. I'm not going to lie and say you didn't hurt me. I cried for weeks and weeks on end because I was scared. I trusted you and you let me down. But that was high school, Beck. I'm willing to look past it now. I'm not saying that Robbie won't resent you at first, it'll take some getting used to, but I miss you."

"How can you miss me? Don't you see what I've become?"

"It's not what you've become, it's what you were." With that, she walked back into the fourth house on the left. Beck laid down in the bed of his truck and looked up at the setting sun, thinking of the challenges ahead.