So, this is a story I like to call, What have you done? Just a heads up, this story is blatantly AU, so the characters will be OOC. I will try to keep them in character as much as possible, but seeing as there will be some big changes, they might act differently. If you've never read my stuff, you should know this. I write faster when you guys review. This will be my third story for the pairing Cade. You don't like, don't read. Simple as that. Alright, you guys are probably wondering what it's all about, feel free to read on, if you haven't been scared away by me now. So, hang on, we're in for a bumpy ride, and you guys don't have seat belts. Muwahahaha!

Disclaimer: However much I wish I did, I am not a 40-some-odd-year-old man named Dan Schneider. *sigh* Oh well, guess I'll just go curl up in a ball and write some more. Swag it out by Zendaya is also not mine.

Hollywood Arts High School- Jade's POV-After school

"Cat, can you flip the lights back on? I think we've had enough practice for today." Vega ran a shaking hand through her messed up tresses. We had been going through the motions of Sikowitz's newest play, Yellow Lady, for the past two weeks. Vega was directing it this time, so I got the lead, thank God. If Sikowitz had given her the main part, he would have been a dead man!

"Kk, Toreh!" Cat giggled at her rhyme while I simply rolled my eyes. She bounced over to the light switch, moving the lever back into the "on" position, spinning around as she did so. Skipping back to the stage, she was humming "Swag it Out" by some Disney spin off artist and dancing while she did so. She stopped in front of us, head bobbing to her imaginary beat.

"Hey, Cat, you done yet?" Andre was leaning against the back wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He was still in his costume, a tuxedo with a red bow tie and long coattails, giving him a proper and fancy look. His hair was swept back into a ponytail and neatly tucked into his top hat.

"Huh? Done with what?" Cat gave him that confused puppy look, playing her part of the dunce. Vega laughed and patted the little redhead on the shoulder. I sneered at her, making her take a step out of my arms' reach.

"So, the play's in a month, and we've gotten most of the practice done, and out stage hands know what to do. We'll pick this up again tomorrow, okay?" Vega clapped her hands together, showing that we were dismissed for the day. I spun on my heels, snatching my "Gears of War" satchel from its spot on the floor and slung it across my shoulders. Cat raced to get her backpack quickly so she could follow me out of the doors. She caught up to me as I shoved the doors open roughly. A blur of mossy hair appeared next to me, and I couldn't suppress the groan.

"Hey, Jade." Sinjin mumbled, eyes glued to the floor. He had a cup of coffee in his trembling hands. Now, he had my full attention.

"What?" I snapped at the mop-haired geek. He flinched, his shoulders slumping as he shrank away from my biting tone. He offered up the coffee, his eyes just barely peeking out from behind the brown ringlets of hair.

"I got you a cup of coffee. Black, just the way you like it." His voice was quiet as he waited for me to yell at him about his freaky little stalker ways. I decided to play nice, just this once to see what his pathetic reaction would be. I gingerly took the caffeinated drink, the aroma wafting up to my nose. Inhaling a deep breath, the smell flooded my system, calming my frayed nerves.

"Thanks, Sinjin, that's really sweet of you." My kind tone made his head snap up, and his jaw drop. His eyes locked onto mine as he stood there completely glabbergasted. My smile turned into a glare and a snarl. "Now, scram!"

"Yes, Jade!" He scampered off in the opposite direction, his backpack slapping against his back. I sniffed the coffee before taking a long swig. The black liquid slithered down my throat, burning its path into the slick skin. It had a semi-sweet taste, but it wasn't enough to keep me from chugging the rest of it.

"Jade, that wasn't very nice. You know he likes you." Cat's condescending voice broke me from my coffee-induced stupor. My gaze now focused on my petite redheaded best friend, I took another drink from my gift, the sweet taste making my tongue tingle with delight.

"I know, but he's weird, and I don't like him. End of conversation, drop the subject, Cat. Plus, I still have Beck as my boyfriend. Sinjin doesn't stand a chance." I shrugged, not really caring for her opinion on the matter. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I yanked it out to see who was bugging me. What a surprise, it was my boyfriend. Sorry, can't come over for dinner tonight, babe. I've gotta finish a project for Mr. Jeraldine. See you tomorrow, babe! I 3 you! I rolled my eyes at his sappy message before shooting one back at him. Okay, see you. 3 you two. I hated text talk. The degradation of the dialogue and grammar of today's youth. Anyways, I finished the hot drink and casually tossed it in the garbage can as we exited the school's doors. "Are you going to come over to work on Mr. Harisson's paper or what?"

"Jadey, you know I hate writing!" Cat whined unhappily. I walked over to my black Charger and opened the driver side door. She stood on her tip toes, looking back at me with her big brown eyes. "What's it on again?"

"Cat, it's on Shakespeare!" I slapped my hands on the roof of my car. She held her head in her hands, a distressed expression on her face. I sighed, shook my head and slid into my car, Cat following soon afterwards.

7:00 PM- Jade's House

"Jade, get your butt down here! It's time for dinner!" my little brother yelled from downstairs. He refrained from cussing, knowing that Cat was still here and how much she hated profanity. Throughout the few hours spent brainstorming, writing and typing, my stomach had started churning, much to my displeasure. By now, I was feeling nauseous and I had a major migraine. I really wasn't hungry, even though I hadn't eaten anything since the meatloaf from the Grubtruck for lunch. I swear, Festus was keeping that stuff in a broken refrigerator, because mine had green stuff on it. I was lying on my back, hands on top of my queasy stomach and legs propped up to ease the dull throbbing in my brain. Cat was over at my desk, typing the rest of our joint essay into MLA format.

"Jade, are we going to go eat?" She turned halfway around, arm slung across the back of the swivel chair. I groaned, moving to lay on my side, seeking to alleviate the pulsing in my gut. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes, Cat, I feel like Sweet Sally Peaches! No, I feel terrible. I don't think I could eat anything right now. You might want to head home, I'm not going to be pleasant company." My voice was muffled by my black comforter. Cat came over and sat next to me, running her hands soothingly through my black hair.

"Okay, Jadey. I hope you feel better tomorrow. Bye, Jadey!" She kissed my sweaty temple and packed up her stuff. Taking one last look at me, she closed my bedroom door and descended the steps. I heard her explain to my family that I wasn't feeling well and that I wouldn't be joining them. The front door opened and shut, and Cat was gone. No longer having a distraction, my eyes fluttered closed.

6:30 AM-The next day

"Drop dead, a bullet to my head. Your words are like a gun in hand." My alarm clock blared loudly in my ear. Still in a sleepy daze, I slammed my hand onto the "off" button after many misses. I groaned heavily, sitting up and slinging my legs over the side of my bed. My feet touched the carpet, and slowly stood up. My clothes must have been twisted around me due to my sleeping in them, because they were really tight. I stumbled over to my bathroom, barely catching myself on the door frame as I tripped over my boots. I rubbed my hands in my tired eyes and moved to the sink. Putting both of my hands on the edge, I looked into the mirror. Staring back at me was a black-haired, muscle-toned, blue-eyed guy, mirroring my posture.

"Ah!" I let out a shriek, but my voice was lower and the reflection mimicked my surprise and shock. My hands ran over my face, feeling the square jaw, rounded nose and sharp features. My shoulders were broader, and my hips were smaller. I ripped my shirt over my head, noticing now that my hair was a great deal shorter. My bra snapped in two, and the lacy material fluttered to the floor. Gone was my prominent chest, replaced by strong pectoral muscles and a sculpted six pack. Looking down at my really tight pants, I became very sheepish. Unhitching the button to my jeans, and unzipping the catch, I slipped them down my really hairy legs. I saw the bulge in my underwear, and the fine black hair was sticking out of the bands around my legs. I shuddered, my thumbs hooking into the waistband as I drug them down as well. The sight that awaited me, disgusted me. I was sick to my stomach, and I kneeled next to my toilet, dry heaving due to the lack of food. "This can't be happening. It has to be a dream, oh God, please let it be some terrible nightmare. I'll wake up soon, and everything will be alright."

"Want you to make me feel, like I'm the only girl in the world. Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love. Like I'm the only one who knows your heart." My ringtone for Beck rang out in my room. I grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around myself, not wanting to see it. I stumbled back out into my bedroom, pawing through my stuff for my phone. Finding it, I saw the text message. Hey, babe, you want to meet for coffee? My hands were trembling as I texted out my reply. I'm having an emergency, I need you to come over here. I can't go to school.

A few minutes later, Beck's response came in. Everything okay, babe? I'll be right over. Do I need to climb in through the window again? I smiled; even in my dour predicament he still knew how to cheer me up. A simple yes was all he got. It would only take him a few minutes to drive over here, seeing as he speeds. Yes, I know, the angel Beck does something bad! Everybody run. Shit, why the hell am I so calm about this? I'm not a girl! I'm a fucking dude! What am I going to do? For now, I decided I would go and hide behind my bathroom door.

"What am I going to say? What am I going to do? How is he going to react? Damn, I'm screwed over big time." I mumbled to myself, my voice now having a deeper tone than my already deep feminine voice. I ran my hands through my now short hair, feeling the length quickly thread through my fingers. I also touched my jaw, the stubble scratching against my fingertips. "No, no, no, no. This can't be happening to me."

"Hey, babe, you in here?" Beck's voice floated into my room. Damn he was fast. I coughed lightly, trying to build the nerves to speak.

"Yeah, I'm in the bathroom." I was hoping he didn't notice the change in my voice. Of course, I wouldn't be that lucky. I saw his fingers grasp the doorjamb as he peeked his head around it.

"Jade, you sick or something? Your voice is really low." His brown eyes searched through the dimly lit room, yet I could see him perfectly. His hair was brushed to the side, parted down the middle like always, and his mouth was open.

"You're in for a big surprise, then." He smiled, thinking I was talking about having sex this early in the morning. He took another step in the room, and flicked the light on. I blinked my eyes now that the harsh light was on. I shrunk back, not wanting him to see me just yet.

"What the hell? Who are you? Asshole, where's my girlfriend?" He pounced on me, even though he seemed to weigh as much as a feather. I caught him, trying not to dislodge my towel around my hips. He was flailing around, trying to land a punch on my jaw. Now that I paid attention, I was a full head taller than him, and I was brawnier than him.

"Beckett! Stop it! I'm Jade! Stop trying to hit me, or I'll cut you in half!" He paused in his raving punches as I held onto his arms. He turned around to look me in the eyes.

"Jade, is that really you?" His eyes searched mine, and realization swept across them as he saw the familiar piercing blue gaze bore into his own. "What the hell happened? Why are you a guy?"

"I don't know, and I sure as hell don't know why I'm a guy. You've got to help me out. I can't go to school, not like this. Somebody will become suspicious, and they'll wonder where I've gone. Until I can get this fixed, I can't be Jade. I have to go by something else, and I can't date you. Not while I'm like this, it wouldn't seem right. I don't want you to ruin your image. I'm sorry, Beck, I'm so sorry." My testosterone filled brain was still thrumming from the earlier action. My skin was slick with sweat, and I let go of Beck. I couldn't be touching him, not like I was going to be dating him anymore. I couldn't, it would be wrong, and, homosexual. I couldn't do that to him.

"Jade, I still love you, even while you look like this. What we are going to do, I have no idea. I'm sure as hell hoping that this is a nightmare, and we'll both wake up in bed, shaking and tired. I'll figure something out for a cover story so you can still go to school. A new name, that'll never do. Since we're not dating, you're going to be my new best friend. I think you'll be your long lost cousin who lived over in New Jersey. Your name will be, Jaden. I'll cover the rest of the story. And, you're lucky I carry extra clothes in my truck. Unfortunately, they may be a tiny bit tight, seeing as you're a whole helluva lot bigger than I am. Lemme go get them. Be right back, ba-dude." He frowned, catching his mistake. His shoulders were slumped as he trudged out of the room, and hopped out of my window. I slid down to the floor, my head in my hands. How could he have taken that so easily?

"What just happened?" I raked my hands through my black hair, taking a deep breath, and exhaling heavily.

"Alright, I'm back. Here, put these on." He tossed the pile of clothes in my direction. They landed lightly in my lap, and I pulled them out to examine them. A flannel shirt, white tank top, low-cut jeans, and some boxers, what a wonderful array of clothes. I stood up, looking back at him. "Hey, I'm a guy too, you know. You're going to have to get used to having dudes see you change. Go on. I promise I won't snicker."

"At what?" I dropped the towel, showing him my backside. He whistled lightly, a chuckle rumbling out of his throat. "Ass, stop it."

"Alright, alright. I'm just trying to ease the tension. I knew you were hot, but damn, you make me look bad." I yanked his boxers up, and shrugged the shirt over the tank top, and pulled the jeans up to rest on my hips. He was right, in the end, it was tight. Of course, the new me was bulkier than scrawny little Beck. Next, he handed me a pair of socks and an old pair of Doc Martins. I slipped them on, and looked at myself in the mirror. Damn, he was right again. If I was someone else, and I saw me, I'd make me mine. Confusing? Yeah, it is to me too. "Well, here we go, out into the fray. Today, we'll skip, and figure out what we're going to do about, this."

"This is going to suck." I grumbled, my shoulders slumped unhappily.

"You're telling me. I've gotta find a new girl." That comment earned him a hard punch to the shoulder, and he was left reeling.

Yeah, yeah, I bet you guys are wondering why Beck accepted it so easily. That's how I see him. He just goes with the flow, accepting things as they are. I swear, it will get better as we go along. I definitely wrote this all tonight. I hope you liked it, don't forget to review and tell me what you think! Later, gators.