A/N: My first attempt at a Bechloe story, so please bear with my amateur writing. I am also trying to stick to what's canon for the Pitch Perfect Series (plus bits and pieces from DVD/Blu-Ray extra footage or features) and try not to deviate at all from plotlines of PP1 and PP2. This is a story that tries to cover all Bechloe moments (not Sendrick moments), tie them together and create a possible PP3 plot line. The whole story will come in different POV and you'll know who's POV you're reading by the chapter title. Hope you enjoy! :)

Beca Mitchell glanced once more at her laptops' clock. 1:23 am. She had been at the recording studio for over 15 hours straight and had made hardly any progress on the track she'd been working on since Tuesday, and it's Thursday already. Her boss needed the complete piece the next day to demo to the client. She rubbed her eyes and shifted her palms toward her temples. The long hours in her line of work is not new to her and the fatigue is nearly always overshadowed by her passion and love for music, but lately she had lost much inspiration and drive. It bothered her even more that she could not pinpoint what the problem is.

It has been 2 years since she graduated from Barden University. Her career path to becoming a music producer couldn't be smoother. After getting promoted to Recording Engineer at Residual Heat Recording Studio where she interned at in her final year (no small feat for one so new to the industry), she landed a gig just 8 months ago as Production Assistant to legendary Record Producer, Jeff Bhasker, in LA, California. Her dreams have basically come true, it was what she wanted all along, even before she started college at Barden and she was just one step away from being a full-fledged Music Producer. She relished in the fact that she proved to her dad she's able to keep her word and become successful in the music production business. She was also glad she made the most out of her college experience, which did actually help her in more ways than she had imagined.

Her talents were noticed soon after winning the A Cappella World Championship with the song she produced with Emily Junk, or "Legacy" as the Barden Bellas called her. The "Flashlight" song that helped them win the competition has since gone viral, and thankfully did a much better job at spreading than the one showing fellow Bella Fat Amy's unfortunate wardrobe malfunction at their senior year performance at Kennedy Centre. Now dubbed "the most promising DJ and budding Music Producer", Beca has her sights set on making it to the top. She knew that she owes much of her success to the Bellas and this compelled her to work really hard so as not to disappoint them. She is Beca Effin' Mitchell, she just had to be awesome.

Sadly her own ambitions, increasing fame, and growing confidence developed a strain in her relationship with Jesse Swanson, the former Treblemaker who is now well on his way to being the movie score composer he aspired to become. Shortly after graduation, Jesse decided to move to LA, a move that initially unsettled her. She had hoped that he would at least wait for her and they move there together but he reassured her things would be fine and it was quite reasonable that the job opportunity for him there would not be waiting for him forever, so he had to go. The pair had a long-distance relationship for 13 months, a period that went by fairly quickly as both became busy with work. When she arrived in LA, she did not give herself a break but started her new role the next day. Jesse, who had been anticipating her arrival all year long, had somehow grown more petulant and needy than she was used to.

Over time, Beca found herself dedicating more and more time to work and less and less time to her boyfriend. Often, their conversations centered on various films that Jesse is writing background music for, he sometimes made her watch them with him. This was a topic or pastime that Beca loses interest in very quickly, no matter how thrilling or amazing Jesse made it sound. The lack of passion for movies has not improved much since watching the Breakfast Club years ago. Soon she would put off going out with him unless she needed someone to vent to. Even then, she'd find their conversations looping back to stuff about him; what he likes or what he's doing. And it only got worse.

Jesse was not sure why she was growing increasingly distant, he had expected her to be appreciative of his eagerness to share details of his life with her. He thought that maybe injecting something new into their relationship will help, and he fixated on the idea of getting her to move in with him, then getting married, and then starting a family. He wanted stability and possibility of aca-children in a couple of years, expecting that she too would feel the same way given both their careers are well on track. It did not take long for him to start being pushy and aggressive with his plan. Beca, however, had no intention of doing all this so soon. She had wanted to take things slow and deliberately made the decision to rent her own place in LA close to her studio so that she can have her own space. She's only 24, getting hitched could wait at least another 5-6 years, children could wait after she's in her 30s when she's (hopefully) a very successful music producer with her own production company. Only then she will want to focus on other things. But not now.

She did not want to hurt him or bring him down by telling him upfront that she had different ideas about their future. Beca's instinct at times like this would be to shy away from it all and avoid confrontation. And she resorted to that usual habit only to find herself increasingly annoyed each time Jesse hinted that she should move in with him, or when he made her pay attention to a wedding taking place or a family with kids getting together in the films he had her watch. She was about to snap when she remembered how she had kept her internship a secret from the Bellas only to learn that being forthcoming from the get-go would have made her life simpler. She saw no better alternative, so she mustered the courage one evening over dinner at a quiet restaurant downtown, and told her boyfriend plainly she is not ready to put herself in wedlock or motherhood any time soon. She could still remember the exchange very clearly.

"That's pretty selfish. Look, I came here to LA because of you. It was your dream, I have been supportive of everything you do…"

"I know."

"Perhaps think about what I want for a change? You're going to be a music producer soon, maybe in a year?"

"Jesse, I'm just not ready for marriage and kids, it may have to do with my work, it may not, all I know is that I'm not ready, and I won't be ready for a while."

"So when will you be ready? I do not see this compromising your career. It crushes me to see you pushing this back without good reason for it, can you not figure it out? What do you really want, Beca?"

"I want to take a break." The look he gave her next was a mix of incredulity, hurt and anger. He did not expect the situation to go down this way. Taking breaks was not his thing, he told her this long time ago; either they are together or they are not, no in-between.

"So we're done…?" he whispered, looking away. She did not quite get if it was a question for her or it was a rhetorical one.

"I didn't say…"

"No, I'm done." With that, he got up, placed a twenty on the table for his share of the dinner, put on his jacket and stormed off.

I'm done. The same words he used when he slammed the door in her face when she tried to make up with him after a fight in freshman year. She was unable to react until he had left for over 5 minutes, she felt sick by his reaction. He had managed to evoke guilt, rejection, heartbreak, and anger inside her all at once. She had envisioned the dialogue to bring about a sense of liberation for her just as it had with the Bellas, she was clearly wrong. He certainly made it sound like it was over, that or he expected her to come crawling back to his door again the way she pathetically did 6 years ago. She could never really get over that one, how humiliated she felt if it wasn't for the overwhelming sense of remorse she had for deriding him in front of her friends at the ICCA semi-finals. This time she's certain she did nothing to deserve the same treatment.

That was a couple months ago. She hasn't spoken to Jesse since, neither did she tell the Bellas of her falling out with Jesse. She knew it would have made no difference, they never really cared much when she talked about her boyfriend anyway.

It still brought bittersweet memories for Beca whenever she thinks about those good old times with the girls. Since their graduation, all of them had dispersed (except for Emily), each living their own dreams. Chloe Beale did indeed become a singing teacher at a public elementary school as well as singer at a local musical group, she was one of the few who remained in Atlanta. Fat Amy had become a popular Broadway musical performer as well as cast member on Saturday Night Live, she's now engaged to Bumper and is living with him in New York. Stacie Conrad had started her own dancing school and does pole-dancing performances in Las Vegas. Cynthia-Rose Adams got married to her partner in Maine, a girl who worked at a local casino hotel where Cynthia-Rose sang nightly at the hotel's lounge. Lilly Onakuramara deejayed at a club in San Francisco. Jessica and Ashley started an events planning company together in Jacksonville, Florida, they sing at parties or weddings as well. And Flo Fuentes found herself a Hispanic-American husband soon after graduation and thankfully need not get deported or get killed at sea, to everyone's relief. Flo, Chloe and Aubrey are the only Bellas who remained in Atlanta, Georgia.

Beca missed those times when she would sing and hang out with the girls, the awesome nerds she has grown to know and love throughout her four years at Barden have been family to her. She's quite glad that all seem to have settled nicely in their own way after graduating. The girls mainly kept in touch through texting or voice messages. But perhaps due to time-zone differences and distance, the frequency of contact had gradually dwindled. In the Bellas group chat, the last message was from Aubrey (still running the Lodge of Fallen Leaves, her team-building retreat camp) nearly a month ago with another quote from her father that nobody quite understood. And the last Beca heard from any Bella member was Emily's cry for help with another Bella set a week ago.

The two Bellas she loved hearing from the most are Chloe and Fat Amy. Fat Amy always cheered her up with her jokes and words of encouragement, Chloe was the ultimate source of inspiration as well as emotional support. However, the redhead hadn't messaged in a while and the last she heard from Fat Amy was two weeks ago. Beca alluded the silence to busy work commitments and tried to think nothing of it. Yet, Beca couldn't help push away a recent nagging feeling that kept bothering her, affecting her concentration and her work.

She looked at the clock again. 1:32 am. 9 minutes spent on useless reminiscing. She checked her phone, and tapped the shortcut to their group chat, it was still Aubrey's quote. She then navigated to her conversation with Fat Amy, nothing new either, though she was online just 10 minutes ago. Then she tapped into her conversation with Chloe, she noticed her last online time was two weeks ago. Odd, she thought, Chloe the chatterbox not logged on for this long? Beca could really use some help from the former Bella co-leader now that her brain's in blockage mode. Shoot, it's 4:35am over in Atlanta now, not a good idea to ring her up…. but wait, New York and Atlanta are in the same time zone, there's a chance Fat Amy might still be up? Beca quickly typed a message to the Aussie Bella.

"Broadway Superstar, you still up?"

Beca proceeded to pack her things, not expecting a reply when her phone buzzed 2 minutes later.

"Cheeky DJ, you working night shift? Late out in LA too by now."

Surprised Fat Amy replied at all, Beca promptly typed back a message:

"Should be asking you, saw you're on 10-15 min ago."

"Yeah, late rehearsal, they cannot get enough of me, on break so chillin' a bit."

"You heard from Chlo lately?"

"No, why you asking?"

"She hasn't been online for 2 weeks, unlike her. Wanted to get some ideas from Miss Beale."

Beca chuckled to herself, imagining how the kids Chloe teaches would address the redhead and remembering how she'd teased Chloe with the new moniker.

"I dunno Beca" Fat Amy replied curtly.

That's strange, Beca thought. Fat Amy normally expounds on her replies, if she didn't know the answer to a question, she would be one to explain why she doesn't know. The apparent lack of the usual humor from her friend is also puzzling. Is Fat Amy not acting herself either…or is she just too busy? Beca was hoping it's stress or fatigue that's making her overthink things.

"Weirdo lost her phone or something, you think?" Beca had just barely sent that message when her phone buzzed again.

"Checked with Aubrey? She prob knows, she's closest to her. Hey,gotta run, chat later!"

Beca stared at her screen for a brief moment. Guess she's just busy, she rationalized. She contemplated whether to message Aubrey. Probably not this late. She decided to wait until the next morning to check in on Chloe. She missed the ginger's laugh and voice. Probably a good idea to just dial her.

Back home, the DJ proceeded to take a quick shower to ready herself for bed. It had been a long day, and she wanted to clear her head from work so she could get a good night's sleep. The warm water helped her relax and she closed her eyes, ready to wash off the ache and fatigue coursing through her body and hopefully that nagging feeling that's been following her for the past week. I'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away fire away, ricochet you take your aim, fire away fire away, shoot me down but I won't fall, I am Titanium….Beca stopped herself, realizing she just burst into the all-too-familiar David Guetta jam. "Chloe…", she whispered out loud to herself, as memories of the redhead barging into her shower 6 years ago came flooding her thoughts. A sense of uneasiness followed, something doesn't feel right. Beca shut off the water and stepped out of the shower cubicle, she glanced at her phone. No new notifications. With a shrug, she put on her sleeping t-shirt and sweatpants and headed for bed.

A/N That's the end of a very long intro chapter! Thanks for reading. Hope Bechloe shippers would be pleased that I made swift work of Jesse. Next story will likely be POV from Fat Amy or Chloe, haven't decided yet but please stay tuned.