A/N: That is what you guys call it - right? Okay. So, this is my first fanfic - but don't hold back in the reviews. Uh, if you wanna leave one, that is. Which would be nice, y'know, but not compulsory... I'll shut up.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked Victorious wasn't in my safe, so no, I don't own it.

JADE'S POV

I spun around, waiting to fall. I felt my heart drop - I winced, expecting my side to hit the hard floor of the theatre.

He caught me. He always caught me. No matter how tough the dance move is, how daring the catch may be, he always proves me wrong.

BECK'S POV

I danced over to where Jade was, ready to catch her when she would seemingly fall. I saw the wince, the uncertainty. I felt her heartbeat speed up - and then I caught her. I loved the way that her eyes lit up when she saw me, like I had genuinely saved her life. I loved that look so much; it made me feel... I don't know. Like I reminded Jade that I really was there. She made me feel indescribable things.

JADE'S POV

I don't know how he did it. Really, I don't know. I was all set up to not need anything. I was self-sufficient, I didn't need anyone, let alone a stupid guy. Turns out I did, no, do. It's dumb. I feel so... Dependant. And it scares me half to death. I know that one day, he'll see through the mist of young love and realise that he can do so, so much better than me. I know that. Am I bitchy? Yes. Am I jealous? Am I way too possessive? Yes. But what everyone doesn't realise is that I'm only this way because I'm making the most of him while he's here. Because one day, he won't catch me. I'll be right. And I'm terrified of that day.

BECK'S POV

The music ended, our radiant faces opposite each other. I was glistening in sweat, and she just smirked at me. I still haven't figured out how she just doesn't sweat. But that smirk - it wasn't just a 'ha, you sweat and I don't' smirk - she saves those for Tori. This smirk was Jade's way of saying well done. I leant in, applause still thundering behind us.

"I'll always catch you, you know that, right?"

Her smirk faltered. "Whatever, Beck."

My eyes softened and I saw hers do the same as I gently smiled at her.

"I promise, babe. No matter how far you're falling from, of how close you are to the ground, I'll catch you."

The smirk gradually turned into a shy smile, and she peered up at me through her long, mascara coated eyelashes. How she managed to pull off the whole 'I'm cute right now but come closer and I'll kill you' look so well was still a mystery to me.

She brought her hand up from where it was resting on my shoulder and touched my cheek.

"It'll take me a while to lose the parachute, Beck."

She almost looked disappointed with herself - and was pouting a bit. I hated seeing that look and pecked her lips sweetly.

"I can deal with that, babe."

We spun around, spurring on a new round of applause. We both bowed, and I took her hand and lead her off.

Sure, it would take her a while to lose her parachute - it was protocol for her. She needed back up. I got that. But one day I'll make her realise that she didn't need back up with me - because I'd always have her back.