Title: The Best Revenge

Author: khay

Category: Victorious

Word Count: approximately 1100

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Victorious and all related characters do not belong to me.

Summary: "Messing up his life isn't the best revenge. It's getting on with yours and living life to the fullest that kills him." - author unknown

Continuity: Post-TWC. Will be disregarding all episodes and Slap posts that occur thereafter as I see fit. Oh, and I tried (but horribly, horribly failed) to write Rex. So in my universe, he had a falling out with Robbie and is currently not speaking to him.

Author's Notes: Thanks to those who read and reviewed and placed me and this fic on alert and favorites! I have this tendency to stalk my reviewers, so leave me some way to contact you, anons :)

The Best Revenge
is to be unlike him who performed the injury.
-Marcus Aurelius
(Chapter 14)

"My name is Beck Oliver," Beck grinned as he gave a small salute. "And welcome to my Slap page."

Beck shifted on his seat, making himself comfortable. "Let's see. I'm seventeen years old, I go to Hollywood Arts, and I'm an actor."

Behind Beck, the door of the studio banged open and Jade West strode in.

"What's the emergency that I absolutely had to be here at six o'clock sharp?" she demanded.

"Oh, yeah," Beck's grinned widened, but he did not turn to look at Jade. "And that is my girlfriend, Jade West."

"Who are you talking to?" Jade demanded, incensed that her dramatic entrance was ignored. She made her way towards Beck and stood beside him, arms on her hips.

"I'm updating my Slap profile." Beck said calmly as he pulled Jade to his lap. The couch was too small for two to sit beside each other, but just enough if one sat on top of the other. "And I was just talking about the most amazing woman on earth."

Jade frowned at Beck. "You better mean me."

"I meant you." Beck affirmed.

"Oh." Jade gave a rare, slow smile. "Carry on, then."

Beck did not take his eyes off Jade to look at the camera for a long moment. "I think I've covered the basics." He finally said as he reached for the remote. "I have better things to do with my time."

Jade grinned mischievously. "You better mean me."

Beck looked shocked for a moment. "You did not just say that! I am so keeping that in my video profile." He was heard laughing before he had the presence of mind to turn off the camera.

.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Jade replied dismissively. She did not like the oily, overweight, balding middle-aged man talking to her, but she could not risk offending him. He might be one of those big shot art critics Mart Walker was trying to impress.

The man reached inside his expensive coat that failed to conceal his huge bulk and brought out a calling card and a pen. "I'm giving you my personal number," he said as he scrawled at the back of the card. "Call me the minute you turn eighteen, sugar." he made an attempt to slip the piece of paper down the front of Jade's dress.

Jade quickly stepped back and was about to deliver a hot, scathing put down, the need to impress on behalf of Walker forgotten, when a possessive arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"Dude, what do you think you're trying to do to my girlfriend?" Beck's aggravated voice joined in their conversation. "Get lost before I change my mind and kick your ass."

"I beg your pardon!" the man was all wounded dignity. "Do you not know who I am?"

"Nope. And I don't really care." Beck raised his brows as he released Jade from his hold and shifted to shield Jade from the man's view. "I think the more important question is, don't you know who I am?"

A look of uncertainty crossed the man's face as he desperately tried to place who Beck was. Then, he settled for a safe, "Look, this is all a big misunderstanding. Your girl was flirting with me and did not make it clear that she was already taken."

"I beg your—"

Beck stopped Jade's tirade with a warning squeeze on her wrist. "Whatever, dude, just go."

The man huffed, but adjusted his coat before leaving them.

Thanks to Beck's quick thinking (and dead on impersonation of a bored, trust fund baby of one of New York's VIP), a scandalous commotion during Mart Walker's high-end art exhibit was adverted.

They owned it to Mart Walker who had chartered a plane and flew Grady and the gang to New York for his photo-exhibit. That was why Jade was on her best behavior, which, to her frustration, the dirty old man mistook for interest.

"What the hell, Beck?" Jade hissed when Beck turned to face her.

"I was just gone for three minutes and already you're replacing me with a dirty old man." he bit out.

"You were gone for ten minutes, and tha'ts because you just had to stop and flirt with that blond vixen in the red dress." Jade stepped closer to Beck, ire obvious in her body language.

"She was an usher! I stopped to ask where the washrooms are!" Beck, never one to back down from his girlfriend, met Jade's challenge and also moved closer. "And you! You would have let him grope you just so you could get his calling card!"

"Do you not have eyes?" Jade growled. At this point, she and Beck were nose to nose, earning a few discreet glances from the exhibit-goers.

Beck glared at Jade.

Jade glared back.

Beck, who would be the first to admit that he was no match for Jade when it came to staring contests, was the first to break.

He smirked, then he was chuckling, then he was laughing. He swooped down for a quick kiss before stepping back and capturing Jade's hand in his own. "You may be on to something with this insane jealousy business." he said conversationally. "It's a great outlet for suppressed emotions."

Jade made a face. "I thought acting was your one great outlet for suppressed emotions?"

"Well, now, I have two." Beck replied as he kissed her nose. He couldn't help it. She was just perfect. "And you. I always have you."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," though the words were dismissive, Jade's expression was akin to the proverbial cat who swallowed the canary.

Beck touched his forehead to Jade's. "You weren't really jealous of the usher, were you?"

"Oh, please," Jade scoffed. "I'm much more prettier than she is. People would think you're insane if you leave me for her."

"True." Beck told her, his eyes filled with adoration. "She doesn't hold a candle to you."

Jade blushed and looked down.

It still amazed Beck how his girlfriend did not know how to take compliments. Plus, he realized how much fun it was to make her pale skin redden when someone told her she's pretty, so he resolved to make he blush well and often.

"Sap," Jade muttered, trying to get her composure back.

"What are you two doing in the corner?" a scandalized voice demanded.

Beck and Jade turned to see Mart Walker swiftly walk towards them.

"I did not invite you here so you can hide in a corner and make out!" Mart snapped. "You're here so you could make all these fabulous connection for your acting careers. Now, go mingle!"

"Yes, sir!" Beck gave Walker a salute, grabbed Jade's hand and dragged her into their bright, infinite future.

And they lived happily ever after,
THE END.

Never does the human soul appear so strong as when it foregoes revenge and dares to forgive an injury.
-Edwin Hubbel Chapin.

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