A/N: I told myself I wasn't going to start another story while finishing up/in the middle of other ongoing ones. I told myself I won't start this until Summer… but… well… close enough... (it is LDOC for the underrads at our university, so...)

Updates would be irregular until I finish my 'Your Lie in April' fic (I plan to finish that one first) but anyways, here is the last of planned last four Bechloe fics I had. I might write another fic after the third movie, who knows, but this one is sort of a rehaul of PP2 mixed with my usual kooky ideas and my seeming obsession on 'killing' Beca/giving her near-death experiences… On that note, no death is permanent is all I say. Don't have any hospitals scenes planned, and we might get to see my fave OCs from other, older fics, if you know what I mean ;) If you guys are worried, this one won't be angsty, and more of a hint of melancholy on missed chances along with pure and utter shenanigans so there's your hint. I promise this! You can hold it against me if something incredibly angsty comes up (I'm actively trying to avoid that here).

I don't own pitch perfect.

It was one hell of a way to go, or so Beca thought.

She didn't even have to face the decline of her career.

She would be remembered and celebrated as one of the best musical producers in the world, her name immortalized by the tracks she worked on and songs she produced, all honored by the famous artists she worked with. Really, all in all, it wasn't that bad.

She was fresh out of college when she hit her luck. Who knew listening to her father would pay of once in her life. Although, if she were being honest, it was more of the influence of her sort of college senior at the time she first stepped into Barden, and the suggestion her father made to finish college and give it a try for a few more years. She got a degree, secured a great internship thanks to her steady gig of helming Barden's most popular radio station a year after suffering through intern grunt work. And as soon as she was out of school, her boss at her intern job managed to introduce her to some pretty important people, securing great opportunities to work with the best of the best of the people in the music industry.

Things kind of just snowballed from there. College allowed for Beca to hone her skills a bit more, do her research about the business, and prep herself. It bought her time to become the best, and with nothing much to distract her, Beca threw herself headlong into her work. Music was her passion, her inspiration, her great love.

It was her life.

And nothing much else.

The next three years after college, she worked hard. She partied a little, mingled with the rich and famous, experience her dream of becoming one of the hottest DJs around. She worked with her idols, she became big and famous, just as she had planned.

Yep, she was at the peak of her career when some son of a privileged high society couple living a floor above her unit at the most expensive residential towers in LA decided to throw a party with his fellow senior high school buddies – the soon to be frat boy crowd – and one stupid decision after another, or so it had happened, a massive fire spread across their side of the building.

No she didn't burn into a crisp. Beca, despite her usual obliviousness to the obvious, noticed what was happening soon after the fire started.

Heck, she even managed to get out of the building.

But in the process, of evacuating she ended up going back a floor she passed by down to help a child who seemed at a loss with what was happening. She could only guess that the poor little boy was left behind by a frantic babysitter who was surprised by the sudden lively blaring of the fire alarm going off in the building.

She managed to take the child down with her, ensure he got the medical attention he needed before collapsing herself, coughing.

And coughing.

And coughing.

And then succumbing before even the help she needed was given to her.

Beca wasn't sure about the how, she was only sure of the where part of her question.

Because surely she was standing amidst tall pearly white gates. In front of her was a scruffy old man with a beard, looking at whatever it was that was written on the scroll – yep, scroll – in his hand, once in a while regarding Beca from behind an elevated podium.

He kept sighing, and sighing, and sighing that it was driving Beca insane, but then again she chose to take comfort in the thought that she was standing in front this place.

Not in front of the gates of the other place.

"You okay there?" Beca asked uncertainly as she heard the old man sigh for what felt like the thousandth time.

The old man procured a bell and summoned his two apprentice. Once was a tall brunette, she looked quite shy with the way she regarded Beca, but she seemed nice. Young and less experienced, at least, than the other one.

And the other one.

Oh, the other one.

Beca was sure she's seen the stupid grin and blonde locks before. This time all dressed in white, as everyone else was.

"Luke!" Beca pretty much exclaimed. It's been a long time since she'd seen the face of her supposed college senior. The same guy who urged her to stay on the path she was on in college. Same guy who passed the keys to the booth to her in the radio station, appointing her the new manager and head DJ.

"Oh, I was afraid we'd end up like this!" he said, shaking his head.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, completely dumbfounded.

"He's a guardian angel, like me." the brunette had replied.

"Like, my guardian angel?" Beca asked, incredibly weirded words 'angel' and 'Luke' being used together in one sentence just never crossed her mind. Ever. On one hand, he did insist she stay on the path she did. The one that gave her the success she had the chance to live out.

On the other, this was the guy who insisted on calling her 'Becky' for an entire year.

Although it kind of made sense now that he never gained weight and kept his washboard abs with all the burgers he consumed in a day.

"No, sadly, not yours Becky." Luke replied. "But a guardian angel, yes."

And, ah, there he goes again with the infuriating nickname.

Seriously, did whoever appoint Luke as a guardian angel or something not consider his general Luke-ness a factor in any of this?

"But you staying on the path you did choose for yourself in the end was sort of essential for my, let's say, person of interest. Fate asked me to keep an eye out on you two, however…" Luke then went on, taking Beca out of her own reverie, before simply shrugging as the rest of what he was about to say remained shrouded in mystery.

Beca reckoned she wasn't supposed to know that, especially with how the gruffy old man was glaring at him to keep his mouth shut.

"I'm sorry Beca, I felt like I'm the one who messed up." the girl with Luke then said. "I'm your guardian angel." she then clarified. "And now here you are. A lost soul."

"A what?" Beca asked, incredibly confused.

"Someone who cannot be judged because they had not lived." the gruffy old man then said. "Rebecca Mitchell, you have no place in the afterlife because we cannot find you one. Most of your transgressions are minor, and most of your good points are too. You made an impact in your career, yes, but your life has been the most mundane version it could possibly be, merely existing behind your walls and keeping people at arms length. You failed to learn what it was that should give your life what it means, at least for you. You are one of the rare cases we have been getting more and more this days. You dared not live. You dared not risk. You dared not take any chances. Bottom line, you dared not."

"And who is this? Yoda? Cause a bit more and he'll be going all 'do or do not, there is no try' on me." Beca replied. "And that's Beca, by the way. I'm sorry for the sarcasm but I'm a little…"

"Lost?" the brunette then finished for her.

"To clarify what ol' Pete here is saying, maybe you did reach your dream Beca. You left behind something with work, but you did not experience life. Again, you stayed behind your closed walls, you didn't see the beauty of the world and all that jazz. You merely existed. Walked the halls of the world with your eye on the prize, your ears closed off to the voices that may reach you. You made mistakes sure. You faced success too. But you, Beca, didn't live."

"But I mean, I was alive mere moment ago, wasn't I?" Beca tried to argue.

"Ugh, what is it with this day and age that they don't understand that there is more to life than simply attaining mundane items, titles, and things?" St. Peter then asked, his hands automatically reaching for the sides of his temples. "Nevertheless Beca Mitchell, you merely did small things that cancelled each other out. The one act of daring you took was to save that boy's life, but he was already meant to survive the tragedy and you were never really supposed to be a part of it had you chosen to – what does the youth say, live a little?"

"I believe there was a time 'YOLO' would be more appropriate." Luke interjected.

"Don't start." St. Peter replied with a heavy sigh.

"So you're saying, I missed out on the best parts of my life? Is that it? Or what could've been the best parts of my life?"

"Yes!" Luke, the brunette girl whose name she still didn't catch, and St. Peter all chorused rather exasperatedly.

"Look, we all have sins to atone for, but a lost soul becomes a lost soul because they have not found the meaning of what it is to be alive. To treasure what is supposed to be priceless. Your life, Ms. Mitchell, can be summarized by the same old routine you launched yourself in the different chapters of your life. You saw the world, true, but you saw it in gray, so to speak."

"So what are we to do with her then?" Luke then asked St. Peter.

"What would be her trial?" the brunette then asked.

"Trial?" Beca asked sounding a little worried. "What trial?"

Because no, she didn't like the sound of the word trial.

"Lost souls must pass a test. They are placed in a situation where they would either realize the meaning of their lives, and all, or fail and well… let's not hope you'll need to know what follows that." Luke then said.

"Oooh! I know, how about…" the brunette then asked, pulling Luke and St. Peter close into a huddle as they exchanged whispers.

Beca would have tried eavesdropping, but she was scared that this might already be her test and that eavesdropping would mean failing and… yeah… she didn't want to know what happens if one fails.

So Beca waited patiently to hear what they were deliberating about.

"No." Luke argued. He knew it wasn't his job to decide what would be Beca's test. That's for St. Peter.

And really, he shouldn't have a say in this, but Beca's fate was intertwined with the person tasked to him, and he could only list so many missed chances where they could've affected each other's lives the way they were supposed to.

Bring the best out of each other and all.

And, being close friends with Fate, of course, allowed Luke to know what the written pages of her life – the ones that never made it to the binding – could've been.

There was that time freshman year, during the campus-wide party to celebrate the last day of classes. Their brief encounter as Beca left the party just as his person arrived.

But honestly, speaking of freshman year, there were just too many chances then.

Missed chances that affected every year that followed.

There's also that time during sophomore year, when Luke visited his person, who was having a hard time then, when Beca's college best friend, Jesse Swanson, dragged her into a Trebles party that she, once again, quickly ditched.

Then there was that time during junior year when they were both stuck in an old record store as storm raged on outside. They almost had truly connected then.

Almost.

But almost was never enough.

Almost is never good enough.

"It has to be senior year!" Emily, Beca's guardian angel, argued. "That was when things took a turn for the worse! Look, the Bellas managed to pull it together their freshman year because they heard one of Beca's mixes, the one you played, in time to take inspiration from that. Sophomore year and junior year of college, they still had their stuff together. But senior year is when things fell apart. When the absence of Beca's presence in all their lives deeply affected them and the rest of their still unfolding stories."

"Emily is right, Luke." St. Peter then said. "Even after then, Beca managed to find opportunities that could have set things right, or rather, Fate had allowed for such, but our little lost soul still defiantly chose to close off her world as she kept people at an arm's length away."

"Well, if you think it would be the best, then I'm in." Luke then said.

"And of course, you will be her monitor, Emily. As her guardian angel, it is your responsibility to make sure she is safe from reapers who would try to intervene. We cannot let any of them drag her to hell. Remember that your charge is someone who can affect the lives of many others."

"Thank you!" Emily then exclaimed. "And I promise, I'll work hard. I won't mess this up!"

The three of them turned to find Beca patiently waiting for an explanation with what was happening. St. Peter cleared his throat before he address her once again.

"You have the time of one year, Beca Mitchell. One year to find what it means to live. To affect other's lives and be affected by it. To see the beauty of this world. If you fail to realize what was waiting right in front of you all along, then you will fail the task. If not, then you pass, and you shall be granted with a reward." Beca heard St. Peter say once the deliberation had finished.

"Again, Beca, you have a year." Luke then added to emphasize that she wouldn't be given any extensions. A year is all she gets and that's it. That's all.

"A year to do what exactly?" she asked, still not clear on what she needed to do.

"It wouldn't matter if we explained it. You have a chance to relive a moment of your life and learn what you need to learn." St. Peter then said

"But what do I need to learn?" Beca asked desperately, not wanting to mess this up.

But St. Peter didn't give her any answers. Instead he raised his hand and Beca felt a piercing pain on her right arm. Beca frantically looked for the source of it but saw nothing.

She looked back, her frustrations about the vagueness of whatever wisdom they were all trying to impart to her.

But nothing. St. Peter was all business as usual as he took his gavel from his podium.

"Your trial starts now." he said with a booming voice as the gavel hit the sound block. The finality of what lies ahead sinking in.

There were a million questions forming in Beca's head all in that second, wanting to know more.

Wanting to understand more.

But before she could even speak a word of protest or ask any questions she found herself waking up with a jolt, her old worn out comforters hanging off the edge of the full size bed she had in her off campus studio apartment.

The air conditioning in the room kept everything reasonably cool, but the small space that she had managed to keep for four years filled her vision after what felt like a lifetime ago.

Beca felt for her phone, the old model she had kept – technically it was one of the most recent ones back in college – and saw the time and date.

And in that instant Beca realized she was back for her senior year in Barden.

A/N Pt 2: Okay, hear me out here, I know how this story starts but trust me when I say I'm a sucker for happy endings and while the premise is rather shrouded in tragedy, I swear in all that's good in the world that I want this to be more light and fluffy (like my Christmas fic). Besides I have the 'Your Lie in April' fic to meet my angst quota, so yeah.

The Host Club AU is still on going and I plan to update that whenever I can (it'll be about 15 chapters long so we're definitely half-way through). The 'Your Lie in April' AU will be regularly updated as soon as I finish my Supergirl fic (so in about a week or two, I have two chapters left on that). I just uploaded the 5th chapter for 'Your Lie in April' (and it'll be around 20 chapters). And I'll try to update this one at least once in two weeks (at most once a week) to get things going as I write the 'Your Lie in April' one and not keep you waiting long.

Bear with me folks. This fic is about the usual length per chapter as my older ones and about as many chapters (~25).

PS: Guess who the reapers are? 0:3