A/N: Finally we have come to the end of this 15 drabble series! It's been a blast, and you guys have been ever so lovely. I'm not going to stop writing Bade, but this was a big undertaking for me (I usually don't finish things!). Thank you all for pushing me to continue with your reviews. I owe a huge "thank you" as well to fuckyeahbade and onebittersweetmemory on , as well as my dear Ella (Specificitydarling) who offered so many great prompts, as well as beta-ing this last chapter. Oh and excuse my lack of poetic...ness. xo, Kait

As usual, Tori ended up having to function as a go-between when Jade and Beck had another falling out. She didn't mind too much, she was happy to help her friends – she was just a little wary of dealing with an overly emotional Jade. Though this was all in the name of love, bodily harm was not something she liked to risk. Thankfully it was Beck who came to Tori first, freely admitting that everything that happened was his fault. He had only been teasing Jade to start out with, but should have known that Jade's jealous tendencies would surface when he took things too far.

"How am I going to apologize to her?" He fretted, as he and Tori sought a more private place to talk in the student lounge.

"You could start by telling her that you're sorry…"

"I did. She threw a burrito at me." Beck explained.

Tori sunk onto the couch and threw her bag next to her, feeling a little defeated. "Flowers? Chocolate? Any of those sounding doable?"

Beck was retrieving a soda from the machine. "This is Jade we're talking about." He pointed out. "It needs to be something she can't discard as being cliché."

Tori frowned, unsure. "Write her a note?"

"I'm not sure that would be enough." He sat down next to her, and the two were silent for a moment in thought.

"Write her a song!" Tori amended.

Beck smiled and shook his head. "A good idea, but that's more Andre's forte."

Tori groaned. "Want me to just talk to Jade? I could do a little detective work, and maybe I can figure out how she'd want you to make it up to her."

He raised his eyebrows. "You sure you want to do that?"

Tori gulped. She really did want to help, but she was asking herself the same thing.

Jade viciously attacked her lunch, purposefully ignoring Tori as she joined her at the lunch table. Tori smiled at her and waited patiently. Jade finally gave her a narrowed glance out of the corner of her eye.

"Can I just eat?" Jade huffed, throwing down her fork.

Tori shrugged. "Go ahead."

When Jade realized that her uninvited guest wasn't leaving, she let out a growl of frustration. "What do you want?"

"Just making sure you're okay."

"I'm swell." snapped Jade, with a false, toothy grin. "So you can bug off, Vega."

Tori smacked her hands down on the table. "Look," she said briskly, "I'm just here to try to help you and Beck work things out. It's no fun for any of us when there's fighting going on."

Jade considered her. When she spoke, it was not in a completely mean tone, but very straight forward.

"Look, I know you want to help, but if Beck wants to apologize, he can do it himself instead of sending you to try to fix things like the little fixer you are."

A tad downtrodden, Tori relayed this information to Beck. It took him a few days, but he felt more upbeat and more hopeful that he could make things right with Jade on his own, if that was what she wanted. He just had to find the right words.

Our story is ever-changing.

We could break at a glance, but I swear I won't tell a soul the things that make us what we are.

Beautiful and horrible, insignificant and exceedingly poignant.

We revolve and repel, but always come back in one way or another.

Some things seem so simple, but mean so much: Your perfume still lingering, finger shaped bruises left as evidence of you on my skin. Such fragility has never known such power.

Close, closer. When it thunderstorms, like a child you cling to me, but I see you smile with unparalleled joy in the fractures of light.

You surround yourself in darkness, but couldn't glow more if you were on the silver screen.

Black and white doesn't do you justice:

Even your name evokes a color. Your essence, a festival of light, and consequence, and emotion.

You love viciously, voraciously,

How should I, in return?

I can only be enveloped, to reverberate, to refract.

Our story is ours to change.

Slowly, Jade lifted her eyes from the page.

Oh no, she hates it. An alarm in Beck's head warned him that his insecurities about his writing might be affirmed. Perhaps his attempt to fix things hadn't worked as well as planned. It had started as a poetry assignment, but in this final draft, he'd taken it a step further. He hadn't shown it to anyone else, true to his word. It was just something that came to him, which he felt the need to write. Not usually the emotional type, he found himself apprehensive of how she might react to this outpouring.

Uncharacteristically, her eyes were welling up with tears. She blinked, trying to hide them.

Please be good tears.

Jade sniffled, then smiled, eyes fluttering between him and the ground.

"What'd you go and write me a stupid poem for?" She muttered, punching his arm before pulling him into a sudden hug. From her tone of voice, she found herself somewhere between anguish and joy.

After a surprised moment where his hands hovered beside her, Beck recovered his faculties to return the embrace with enthusiasm. They stood like that on her doorstep until she pulled her head away from his chest, and looked into his face, eyes still glossy.

"I only got you chocolate." She lamented.

Beck laughed, placing kisses her on her forehead. All seemed forgiven.

"I love you too." She breathed.

He smiled; he still got a thrill from hearing that, no matter how many times she had already said it.

"Happy Anniversary, babe."