Last and final chapter of this, and I'm a bit sad and happy with it. End of a story, sure, but now there's room for others to breathe... Hope you enjoyed this one anyway!

:)

Jade's POV-

I groan before slipping from under the covers, my limbs still aching from our activities. A smirk sprawls across my lips as my eyes wonder to the long, caramel back half concealed underneath the sheets. My hands grasp the pieces of clothing, slipping each of them on before stalking around the room for anything else. My eyes catch the scissors in one of the books in the bookshelf, my eyes rolling. I step forward, grabbing the handles before pulling against the book, only to have few of the pages tear out yet the blades still sunken in. "Shit- how the fuck did I?" I growl through a husk. Setting the book down carefully, I quickly search through her desk for a pen and paper. However, I only manage to find the first, my mind frantically reeling for any innovative ideas until my eyes land on the torn pages. Shrugging, I snatch them from the shelf, scrawling across them.

I'll buy you another one Little Squirt (I did saythat I would call you that).

Smirking to myself, I place it back on top of the book, or beside the scissors, before striding quietly out of the room and into the dark house.

-0-

I grimace at the creak of the back door, my eyes checking the living room only to find a tall figure standing at the kitchen doorway. "Jade? What did I say?" the low voice rasps.

"I couldn't do it dad," I growl quietly, "I had to." His eyes flicker, lips pursing while my steps lead me towards the stairs.

"Did you two have-" his voice rings out before cutting themselves off. I freeze momentarily, my foot hovering at the third step before they continue on, answering his question. As a response, he only sighs heavily.

-A Few Days Later-

"Relax Jade, we're all here," Beck mutters quietly as the half-Latina pulls away from my tight embrace.

"I-I know," I grumble. My mind feels almost as if it's on haywire; I blink and a day passes yet I blink now and only a fraction of a second. "I just- fuck, I can't believe these people!" My eyes dart around the huge crowd, many with posters waving frantically with 'Dawn Marx' written across. "It's fucking animalistic..."

"I know, I know," he sighs, "But we're here for her, all of us." The Canadian's hands gesture towards the whole group, Cat, Robbie, Jared and Andre, before he smiles. "She'll do fine, she'll win I promise you."

"I- You better be right," I growl quietly, my eyes flashing up at the ring. My skull nearly cracks from the thumping pressure of the hollers beside me as the bell rings, the two studying themselves up. I only hope that she could do it...

Tori's POV-

The bell echoes, the vibrations practically ramming into my skull as we start to circle. My eyes dart towards his knees before falling on his gaze. "Sorry," he muffles through the mouth guard, eyes filling with sincere regret. I only shrug, my pace matching his until I step forward quickly. My fist flashes out briefly before I jump back, barely missing his own glove. 'My God that was a quick reflex,' my brain hammers away, my muscles tensing as I lunged out once again, making contact to his shoulder. He quickly blinks in shock, not expecting me to be on the offensive so quickly. Though, neither can I really.

My eyebrows furrow at the blood pulsing through my veins, hot and heavy with the desire to win. Whether or not I will actually succeed is a different story however. I grunt as my feet push back, another fist ramming into my own glove. I growl at the dull pain in my left knuckles; once again, the first God-damn-anything hurts like hell. With a quick glace at each other, we both dart in, our gloves pulled back with an angry force before they met skin.

I double back with an angry sting at my jaw before I am then halted immediately, a piercing blow to the side of my head. I blink rapidly, the light pole on my side with its faded twins shaking mockingly. My head shakes, attempting to push away the throbbing bones to the back of my head. I squint curiously, cocking my head to the side as I watch a pool of red below my feet glint in the street light. 'The hell?' my thoughts manage.

My attention turns to the side, watching as my opponent glances back, his nose a broken, red mess. Before I can even step forward, I feel my strides stagger back at the next set of blows. One after another I feel myself hit the pole again, the side of my head crying out in a blood-curdling anger. 'That hurt...' a voice mutters as I turn back around.

'What am I doing here again?'

'Go for the-the...' my thoughts battle with each other as I glare at the gloves in front of me. I waver in my stance, my head turning to the side as I watch the man stare back at me with wide eyes. Around me are waving blurred signs, each one of them with a slash of color with brushed faces and long strokes of what seem to be limbs. My eyes flicker to the right of me, some woman -'Mrs. West,' my thoughts reminded me- smirks while, behind her, a man stands with an emotionless expression plastered on his face.

My limbs raise quickly as I sense another round of gloves, becoming fast flashes of green blocked by red. I sink to my knees, my gut pounding angrily at the new fist, hysterical screams ringing in my ears. On the left, I raise my eyebrow at the waving sign, familiar faces underneath. 'What are they saying?' the voices inside my head ask through the bell's echoing ring. My gaze glides through them; Beck is there waving around, barking something, Andre is jumping with a crazed expression, Cat is there frozen with wide, petrified eyes while Robbie pounds his fists in the air, Rex laying on the ground, abandoned. Jared waves a red flag in the air with a stern expression as Jade...

"Jade..." I grunt weakly, pulling myself slowly to my feet.

"TORI! WIN AND GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THERE!" she bellows, her mouth roaring like a protecting lioness, her eyes glassy and furious.

'Win... Win... Win,' I mentally chant as I stare at my hesitant opponent. A smirk finds its way to crawl on my face, my legs bending like a frog before hurling myself at him with all of my weight. 'Win...' A fist plummets into his gut as I hiss at the stinging pain at my shoulder. 'Win...' I growl venomously, my foot lashing at his knee. 'Win...' He buckles to the ground, a glove swiping at my feet as I collapse to the ground, my head smashing against the padded floor. 'Win...' We both clamber back up, the vision in front of me blurred as the green blotch strikes out. 'Win...' I stagger to the side, my limb flailing out as it crumples to the ground with a groan, my glove swinging at it.

'Win...'

The world around me roars in a sudden delight, my head pounding in fury as I wince. Teeth grit together with the hard plastic in between, the metallic liquid glazing everything in my mouth as my arm is pulled over my head with a firm grasp. I shift out from it gruffly, my mind spinning. I stumble towards the side, my hand clutching the pole as if I were to tip out of this world if I fell over. My body waved in a sudden breeze, my grip slacking as I fall onto my bed. I growl softly, landing on a soft surface as arms wrapped around me, rocking me gently.

My eyes blink open, Jade underneath me with her arms around my waist. "Did we win?" I ask curiously, my hand cupping her cheek as pale green eyes gazed at me softly. She smiles gently, her raven hair with red streaks dashing through, covering her chest angelically.

"Yes Tori, you won..."

I grin sheepishly before closing my eyes, the noise and world around me shutting off. The only thing in the darkness was her hold on me, and nothing else.

Jade's POV-

The crowd bellows around me as Lucas plummeted to the ground. I collapse to my knees, folding my body with my hands in my face. "Holy shit!" I hear someone cry a feet yards away, "Did you see that? Her best fucking knock out yet!"

I shudder as my breaths turn shallow, a firm yet gentle hand on my shoulders. "Hey, hey it's fine... She's alright Jade, she won," Beck sooths, his weight shifting. "Isn't that right Andre?"

"I don't know..." the musician mutters truthfully, "She took a few to the head; Tori doesn't look that good."

"Holy shit..." my ex growls, my gaze picking up to see Tori gripping the pole with all of her might as if to not let go with her exaggerated sways. I feel my body pounce away from Beck, tearing through the crowd as I see her features more defined. Her eyes remained unfocused, thick, red blood dripping from her mouth as I expect a lost tooth and the side of her face a sickly dark orange. Her nose has speckles of blood falling over the dried paths, her stomach and shoulder an angry purple while another gash on the side of her eye a violent red.

"Tori!" I cry out, hurtling passed a few more fans, if you would call the devils that, before my arms wrap around her. I land on the ground with a thud, grunting as Vega's dead weight lays on me. I close my eyes, her quick-beating heart pulsing through her sports bra as I let out a shaky laugh.

"Di- w... -in?" she whispers thickly.

"Yes Tori," I grin quietly, "You won..."

"Ya-y," she grins before it falters, her eyes closed.

"Fucking hell..." I growl, "Don't ever fucking fight for me again Vega, I swear one step further and you'd be dead." My eyes glance down at her extremely slow breathing, but otherwise unresponsive form. "You didn't even fucking listen to that did you?" I shake my head softly, nuzzling into her hair, rocking back and forth softly as the rest came up behind me, the crowd slowly dispersing.

"I called an ambulance, they'll be here in a bit," Beck murmurs to me. I nod softly, acknowledging the effort.

"Why wasn't there one already here?"

"Do you really think my mother spent the time to think about that?" I snap hoarsely at Robbie, another breath shuddering out. The five surround me and Tori, blocking everyone else from view. everyone except the tall shadow overlooking Andre. My eyes dart to Lucas who gazes down at the half-Latina bitterly.

"I'm sorry... Didn't expect to actually knock her out," he shook his head.

"How? You're twice the size of her!" Beck asks.

"I was aimin' for her shoulders. But she kept comin' on me so fast I couldn't see where I was hitting," he chuckles sourly, "Got to hand it to her, real fighter she is." We all grew quiet as Tori groans, shifting in my grasp before falling silent once again. I close my eyes, the sound of heels suddenly rampaging through my mind.

"That bitch..." I growl under my breath, my eyes flashing open once sirens come to my ears. I shift around as she's carried off to a stretcher, my steps absentmindedly following with a sudden wave of livid fury pulsing through my veins. "I'm her girlfriend, let me on," I hiss quietly at the blonde paramedic, stepping into the white car as she nods hesitantly. Throughout the ride to the hospital, I ignore all of the vibrations of my phone and the concerned voices from the medics on board. I only closed my eyes, breathing slowly as I ran my hands through my hair.

-0-

"Jade... Come sit down over here, you're going to burn you hand and create a trench with your pacing," Beck mumbles wearily as I halt my steps. I shoot a measly glare, not able to tear down his concerned expression. I blink towards the clock on the wall, reading '10:57.'

"I can't," I mutter again.

"Jade, come on. You have to, and you need sleep."

"No, I have my coffee," I reason with a small shrug.

"You're not going to go to sleep until she wakes up are you?" Beck murmurs quietly, casting a quick glance to the drawn curtains on the corner of the room. I nod softly, my gut wrenching uncomfortably. "Look, I have to go so..." he keeps his eyes on me, "So you'll have to stay and sleep."

"Alright."

"And not go downstairs and buy more coffee."

"Ran out of money."

"Jade," he groans, "I thought you said you had five dollars left."

"Before this one..." I growl, taking another sip of the liquid before setting myself down beside Tori's curtains. "Why can't they have the curtains open?"

"I don't know," Beck shrugs, "Because their doctors and they don't want people to be messing with her... Anyway, I'm gonna go, alright?"

"Yeah," I nod, "See you later." The heavy metal door opens and closes behind me, my eyes shifting to the side before I slip between the draping cloth. My eyes rest on her, watching as her chest slowly rises and falls. I smile wearily, folding myself in the chair next to her, closing my eyes. I hiss quietly to myself before shifting to the other side, finding no comfort in either. However, I find my gaze locked on Tori before my eyes shut, the dark night flooding my senses.

-0-

I lean against the wall, my eyes blankly staring down at the parking lot. A sigh rolls out before the door behind me swings open, my lips pulling into a limp smile. "Got coffee," Beck holds up.

"Thanks," I murmur, taking it from his hands before putting it to my lips.

"She still not awake?" I only shake my head, sipping down more of the coffee. "God, how hard did she hit her head?" My shoulders shrug before my phone vibrates in my back pocket. Gazing down, I growl before rolling my eyes. "What?"

"I have to go home quickly," I mutter, "My dad." He nods, setting himself down on the chair beside the now drawn curtains.

"I'll text you if she wakes up," Beck promises as I stride towards the door.

"Yeah, thanks," I heave a breath. As my steps guide me towards my car, I vaguely remember my movements. My mind buzzed obnoxiously and I mentally kicked myself for not getting enough sleep. The wheels roll along the road while my thoughts remained on Tori.

-0-

The front door closes behind me with its usual creak. I grimace at the slight noise, my gaze shifting over to my dad's occupied recliner. He glances up briefly from his paper before his hands shuffle through it, setting it to the side, folding his hands. "Jade?"

"Where's Jared?" I blurt out quickly, my steps crawling towards the chair to his expectant gaze.

"Upstairs in his room," he mutters before clearing his throat. Dark green eyes flash towards me before faltering at my seething gaze. "Now Jade, we have to talk."

"Hell we do," I growl quietly, my thumb flicking against my index, "You just took me away from Tori again."

"I-I know, and I uh... I guess that I'm, er." My eyebrows stitch together, my head tilting as he finds the proper words. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you two to be so close..." My dad quickly glances up at me as if he wonders if his words that passed his teeth were accepted. I nod briefly, folding my arms before sighing.

"Alright..."

"So, uh- Is she nice?"

"Not with gloves on," I murmur, my words escaping out into the silence. My lips twitch into a slight grin as his does the same. My dad's eyes grow kinder as if this was the expression he should wear, or what he once did before I came along. However, it falls after a brief moment his lips growing tired from the unusual action. I frown, watching as his gaze remains fixed over my shoulder. My eyes close before I spin around, opening them to find my mother staring unblinkingly back at me. "What is it?"

"She shouldn't have won-"

"But she fucking did," I growl menacingly. Her cold eyes flicker in between mine before she gives a sharp smirk.

"Although, she's not in good condition right now is she, let's see... Concussion, broken knuckles, dislocated jaw-"

"What is your point?" I snap, my right hand twitching into a fist. She merely blinks at me before her smile deepens. "Actually no," I murmur, bluntly cutting off her thought, "What is the point of you? What good have you done in my life?"

"Plenty," she snaps hoarsely, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"No, you never have... All you have done is shatter this family-" I step forward, my chest pulsing rapidly, "Turn my brother mute while the other is lying in the cemetary-" she steps back, her forehead creasing in concern, "And then send the only-fucking-person who would fight to the death over me TO THE HOSPITAL! Yeah! You're the best mother out there!" My wicked grin sparks some new emotion in her eyes as her face pulls into a snarl. "Don't you fucking dare," I spit, "I'm going back right now to check up on her and that's that you God damn bitch."

With that, I turn quickly to my dad who gives a small nod, bidding me permission. I find a few strides towards the door before opening it and slamming it forcefully behind me. As I turn the keys in the ignition, I felt a sly grin crawl across my face.

-0-

"If I have to stare at the ceiling for one more damn minute I swear I'm gonna punch someone."

I chuckle to myself before settling down at the chair beside her. Tori's gaze flickers over towards mine, a small smirk crawling across her lips. "What's so funny?" I merely shrug before my eyes glide across the bland, white room.

"You're going to find that hard to do," I mutter.

"What? Wait, why?" she pouts, shifting her weight as my brow raises warningly.

"Don't move, got it?" Hesitantly, she nods slowly before sighing. "Now you want to know what you did?"

"Sure, love to know why my body hurts... I can't have any clue, not one bit," she growls.

My head shakes solemnly with a coy grin, the fan above us swinging with little noise. After a pair of heels pass the double doors yards away, I purse my lips, explaining, "Well, for starters, you broke your knuckles-"

"Fucking hell..."

"You dislocated your jaw and had a tooth knocked out-"

"So that's why I feel gums," she growls, her tongue running along her teeth, "What else?"

"Bruises about your stomach, cuts on your head and then a concussion..." I finish, my eyes resting on the half-Latina softly as her brows furrow.

"Concussion?" she murmurs. I nod in response, biting my lip as she stares off to the other wall. "And I went to sleep?"

"Well," I grimace, "You kind of blacked out right on the spot." Tori growls to herself, closing her eyes before shifting around. "Don't move!"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," she grumbles. "How long have I been out for?"

"Three days," I whisper hoarsely. Her eyes widen before darting towards me, locking with my blurring vision. I sit up abruptly as she attempts to stutter, my lips immediately meeting with hers. She remains frozen for a split second, her lips slowly moving with mine there after. I pull away, my hand at the side of her head while my eyes pierce through hers. "I know you love me or whatever but, fucking hell Vega, don't ever do this type of shit again."

She only chuckles before rasping, "Don't count on it Jade, but I'll try..." I roll my eyes, smirking with the warmth against my lips, her slightly injured hand reaching to my forearm. The moments tick by slowly before I seat myself, a smile playing both of our lips. For a little while we remain so, just gazing at each other with the fan above our heads and the steps beyond the walls. I furrow my brows before vaguely feeling around my pocket.

"Wait," I mutter, "Wait, I have something..."

"What?"

I grin as my fingers close around the small objects, pulling them out from my leather jacket. "Tori Vega-"

"I swear if you're proposing to me I'm going to say no- we're only seventee-"

"God damn it Vega! I'm not proposing!" I growl as she gives a soft, cheeky laugh.

"Go on," she chortles, "Show me." My glare lingers on her tilted head before a small grin twitches across my lips.

"Now, Tori Vega, will you make a promise?" I ask, holding up a small golden ring with the other captured in the palm of my hand. She nods slowly with a gentle smile. "Can you promise me that you'll remain with me for however long this relationship takes us, hopefully to when we actually marry," she laughs quietly, "and just wait for our lives to take shape?"

She nods, grinning before I smile, holding out the ring. Her injured hand raises first before she merely glares at it, switching to her right hand. I place the ring carefully around her ring finger before slipping mine on. She leans in again (ignoring my past remarks) to press her lips against mine, a smirk crawling across my own. Tori pulls away, settling comfortably back into her pillows before gazing quickly on the other side of the bed. "Is that Sudoku?"

"Uh yeah, Beck brought it," I mutter, frowning at the book. "You like it?"

"It can be fun," she shrugs, reaching over for the book and pencil. "You want to help me finish it?"

"Sure." The half-Latina gives a goofy grin before her hand grasps her stuffed cow, pulling it towards her chest. Her brows furrow as the first page flips over, presenting the first puzzle.

"Now lets solve it Reggie..." she mumbles under her breath as I lean in curiously. Tori taps the pencil against the book before it flicks out from her grasp, promptly landing in between my feet. "Could you get that?" she asks.

"What, this?" I grin, picking it up as my fingers play with it.

"Yes that..."

"Alright," I give in, handing her the pencil before stealing a swift peck. She grins into it, chuckling as I swoop in for a longer one. The moment ticks by slowly, my hand finding the pages and began to scoot it towards her knees. Fingers attempt to grasp them before it fell towards her calves.

"But-" she whispers, "But what about-"

"What?" I groan quietly.

"But what about the Sudoku?"

"What about it?"

"I can't reach it," Tori frowns.

"Fine, fine... I'll put it over here while we-"

"No!" she snaps, "S-U-D-O-K-U. Sudoku now!"

"Alright! Alright," I chuckle, "Here's the damn puzzle book."

Ah, an end to another story... Such a happy and sad moment. Oh well, a few things I'd like to say before I let you go. Firstly, thank you for sticking around with all of this madness. There was a time when I updated almost every day and I miss that, but my chapters become more detailed and demanding. Better quality though. :) And then the next story I'm tackling is 'Light to the Unsaid Truths.' A lot of you actually seem to want it, so there we go.

Hope you enjoyed 'Driven by Risks' as much as I have.

:)

PS- Sorry I you feel it was a bit rushed, but my brain is working a bit wonky at the moment. Oh well.