Hi there! This is my first fic so be nice :) also English is not my first language so I apologize for all the mistakes!

I don't own Pitch Perfect nor the Lunar Chronicles

Enjoy!

"Becaw!"

She lifted her head. Jesse was looking at her with an curious face. She raised an eyebrow at him, her expression clearly saying 'I am busy and you are disturbing me'.

"Where did you go this time? I said your name twice already." Jesse grinned at her, clearly unaffected by her dead glare. When Beca showed no signs of a possible answer, he sighed dramatically. "You could at least pay attention when I'm being the caring best friend you've ever had."

Beca only rolled her eyes in return but she was smiling. "What do you want anyway?"

"Just asking how was your day." He made himself comfortable on the edge of the desk.

"Same as always." She let her eyes wander over her workshop. It was all rusty, smelly and greasy. Nothing else to expect from a mechanic. The glowing old laptop at the end of the desk caught her eyes. It was already 5pm, the day passed in a blur and she didn't realize she had skipped lunch until now. "People ask stupid questions and some are demanding for the impossible. I do electronics not magic." She frowned at the end of her sentence.

"But you are sooo talented people believe you're a magician." Jesse grinned wider.

"If I was a magician, this shop wouldn't be the same, trust me."

"You mean it would be cleaner?" He laughed out loud at his friend's face.

To be true, this place was a giant mess. Tools, metals pieces, screws and wires were scattered everywhere and cables dangled from the ceiling. It was difficult to walk straight in this small room even if the grey tiles were somewhat clean. Hopefully, the customers couldn't enter the workshop. There was only a small counter on one side open in the street, which was great since Beca craved for intimacy. She didn't like working with someone watching her every move. The desk was just below the counter Jesse was leaning on.

"I mean I wouldn't be here at all!" Beca chuckled. Jesse knew how to make her laugh and she appreciated this side of him.

He dropped a paper bag on the counter with a grin. "I guess you haven't eaten a proper meal today so I picked this for you."

She smiled back, a content surprise adorning her features. "You're the best." She knew it wasn't good for his ego but she was starving and crowded areas made her uneasy. While Jesse was auto-congratulating himself, she opened the bag carefully. A pleasant odor reached her nose. She took a piece out of the loaf and put it into her mouth. As it melted slowly on her tongue, she hummed in satisfaction.

Her taste was one of the few things she has left. When she was younger, she had an accident. She lost various parts of her body such as her left leg and her right hand. She went deaf and her vision was altered. Her brain suffered major damages and she would've died an hour after the accident. Hopefully, a person took her to a medical center and she spent a lot of time inside - she didn't know if it was weeks, months or years. The day she was allowed to go outside, she had a metal hand and leg and a computer implanted in her head to help her senses. She don't remember anything before her accident and she only has a few memories about the center.

As she was eating, the computer in her brain - she named it Kasmer, because sometimes he was a bit reluctant to help her and she thought it was exactly what a schizophrenic person would do - analysed the taste as cinnamon, a spice from another continent. Kasmer was searching informations about cinnamon and displayed it on the screen in her retina. Very convenient.

"This is really good." She said between bites. Jesse grinned at her.

"Told you so. This new bakery is awesome." Suddenly, he seemed to remember something. "Oh! And Benji gave me the piece you were looking for!" He dug in his pockets and handed her a copper bolt.

Beca sat straighter on her chair. Wordlessly, she took the piece and reached for her tools. She striped down her metal foot and put it on the desk.

"Thank Benji for me, the old one was very uncomfortable." She glanced once at him and he nodded back.

Jesse made his way inside the workshop and went into the other room to make coffee. Engrossed in her work - dammit this old bolt won't go -, Beca didn't notice the customer waiting beside the counter. Her head snapped up as someone cleared his throat.

The first thing Beca saw was two bright blue eyes staring at her. The woman - because these gorgeous features couldn't be masculine - had a grey hood covering her head as if she was hiding.

"Excuse me, is it the Grasshopper's workshop?" The unknown woman asked sweetly.

When Beca heard her voice, her jaw slacked open. She knew this voice. Kasmer went haywire, sending warning signals to her retina, along with pictures from the web. This woman standing in front of her was Chloe Beale, princess and heiress of the kingdom's throne. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be locked inside the palace for security reasons. Besides, this district wasn't safe. Nobody would go there unless they have a good reason to.

The heiress tilted her head at Beca's muteness. She seemed amused. Kasmer kept sending images to her retina, distracting Beca a few seconds. Chloe Beale was beautiful. The pictures couldn't take the spark in her eyes - so bright and so blue. Up close, there was a simplicity in her features that looks gorgeous on her.

"Hello?" The redhead was still waiting for an answer, finding this whole scene very funny, so Beca gulped and clenched her jaw.

"Um... I'm... Yes."

"Great, I would like to speak to the owner please?" The heiress had a polite smile on and it made her cheeks go higher. Adorable, Beca thought.

A lot of people asked this question because Beca was small and they believed she was the daughter of the boss. Usually, Beca will stand straighter and proudly inform them she owned the shop. With a sarcastic tone of course. But there, Beca could only stare at the woman. She realized she was still seated on her chair. In front of the heiress. Such a behavior could be punished by a little stay in jail. She should be bowing twice in front of her and wait for the princess to speak first.

Beca started to panic because her foot was still on the desk and she couldn't bow with one leg. From where the heiress was standing, she has no clue about Beca's metal parts, mostly because Beca always wore gloves to work.

"Bec you have to do something about t-" Jesse came back with two coffee mugs in his hands. He froze when he saw the princess. He recovered quickly and bowed so fast he spilled some coffee on the floor. "Your Highness, excuse my intrusion I-"

"Save the speech, I'm trying to be discreet here." The heiress cut him. "You can call me Chloe, are you the owner of the Grasshopper's?"

Jesse opened his mouth in return. On a first name basis with the future Queen? This day deserved to be marked and celebrated. He pointed at Beca wordlessly, not trusting his tongue.

Chloe followed his fingers and her eyes found Beca's again. The brunette still had a dazed look and it amused Chloe even more.

"This must happen very often, hm?" She smiled wide.

Beca shrugged. She had recovered from her starstruck state and was now able to communicate. "More than you can imagine. My name is Beca, welcome to the Grasshopper's workshop. What can I do to help you?"

The speech was always the same and it was said mechanically - no pun intended.

"Nice to meet you Beca, you can call me Chloe too. I'm in a hurry and I'd be grateful if you keep this meeting unknown if you know what I mean." She had a candid smile on and Beca would agree to do anything if it could bring this smile on the redhead lips again.

"Our shop policy includes privacy closes, don't worry." Beca nodded. She was feeling nervous, her foot was still on the table and she couldn't move. If the heiress needed something in the shop, she'd have to creep and it will probably scare the redhead away. Everybody hated cyborgs.

"Fine." The heiress reached for something in her pocket and gave it to Beca. "This card contains private data about the kingdom. But it's currently locked. I know you are a mechanic and not a computer specialist but I was hoping you could help. I can't trust anyone in the palace to do this."

"You want me to hack this card?" Beca asked in disbelief.

Chloe nodded so fast her hood almost came down but she maintained it in place. "I know this sounds crazy." She smiled sweetly. "But I feel I can trust you, and whatever you find on this card, don't tell anyone."

She gave Jesse a pointed look and he retracted on the corner of the room under her glare. He still had the mugs of coffee glued to his hands.

"And of course you'll be rewarded with anything you want." The redhead returned her attention to Beca.

The statement made the brunette speechless. She could ask for a new hand. Or to have fake skin covering her added members. Walking in the street fearless and confident. A normal life. Everything she dreamt of.

Her thoughts were cut short as the heiress dropped a heavy bag on the counter.

"To help the research." Chloe winked and the screen in her left arm buzzed, signaling a new message. The redhead glanced at it and groaned. She looked up at the two, who were ogling the bag, quite in shock. "Also I want you to have my personal number, so you can contact me easily. Never go to the palace or any of my secretaries for this. Is it okay for you?"

The mechanic snapped her head up to meet her eyes. The hopeful smile and blue eyes made Beca's heart beat faster. The confidence in her orbs was rubbing on her. She stood straight, a hand holding tightly on the desk so she won't fall. Beca slowly removed the glove from her left hand - her human one - so the right was still in place.

"You can count on me Red." She almost blushed at her words, too cocky for her usual langage. Chloe smiled wider at the nickname and extended her left arm and Beca did the same. When their arms touched, they both chimed.

"Alright, I need to go before someone find me. It was a pleasure meeting you, Jesse." She smiled at him and he bowed mockingly, earning a few giggles. Beca's breath was caught in her throat at the sound. Chloe winked at her again. "See you later, Beca!"

And with this last sentence, she left. In seconds, she was out of sight, lost in the crowd.

"Am I dreaming?!"

Jesse's voice woke her up from her daydream. She mumbled a "if you are dreaming then I think we are in the same dream" and took the bag. Damn! It was really heavy.

"How much?" Jesse scouted closer to her and looked above her shoulder.

"More than one thousand." She stated, her retina scanning the bag. "1,500 exactly."

"Wow... She likes you."

"It will be useful to unlock this card, I need a laser soldering iron and this is really expensive." She shrugged, not understanding what he meant.

Jesse looked at her in disbelief. "Are you blind?" Beca raised an eyebrow. "She was flirting with you! And even more shocking, you flirted back!"

"And there will be nothing more between us because she is the future queen. Stop being ridiculous Jesse."

"You can't blame me, you got her number after all." He left the room with the now cold coffee.

Beca looked at the ID in her left arm. The screen inside her forearm was displaying [Chloe Beale added to your contacts]. Her breathing pattern was irregular. Kasmer send her red signals to slow her fast beating heart. She realized these signals had been present since the beginning of the conversation. She just ignored them, the redhead was definitely more interesting.

She shook her head and decided to close the workshop for today. She needed a distraction.