What's in my Head

Summary: This all started with that strange lady across the street, Beca thinks. It could explain the mind-splitting migraine she gets the day after and if so, it would then explain the number of crazy things she's seen and heard since then – which includes a beautiful redhead, a flirty and intelligent brunette, a strict blonde, and an eccentric yet confident Australian that's going to get her in trouble one day.

Which means it's the only reason how said redhead just burst into her shower.

And all Beca can wonder is one question - What has her life come to?

A series of one shots inspired by Sense8

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction using characters and elements from the Pitch Perfect movie series and Sense8 by the Wachowskis and Straczynski. This is meant for entertainment, not part of either source's respective narrative. I don't own any of it nor intend any copyright infringement or profit from this. Also, I don't own any of the songs mentioned below.

BECA - 1

Beca's always considered herself normal. Except for a lucky break in New York, nothing out of the ordinary like going to jail or winning the lottery ever happened, so Beca considers she has a pretty normal life. She works as an assistant music producer, living in a nice single bedroom apartment, and has a few people to call friends. Based on this, Beca would even say she's content with her life.

However, after a brief encounter with a pretty redhead Beca has to rethink what she considers normal anymore.

This all started with the strange woman across the street.

She was walking to work on a Wednesday morning, shuffling among other people with the same agenda, when it happened. Beca was listening to her morning playlist when she suddenly felt a pull. A pull that overtook Beca's senses and steered her gaze across the street without reason. A man in a gray suit brushed past her when she abruptly stopped, ruffling her gray-striped jacket and pulling out one of her earbuds. He scowled and instead of returning the courtesy, Beca glanced back across the street where a blonde woman in a cream-colored blazer and patterned blouse stared at her. Beca was mesmerized by her presence, the sounds of traffic, people, and her own music slowly fading in the background as Beca met her stare. Nothing except unnatural curiosity and slight familiarity crept into Beca's mind as she observed the woman.

Next, Beca noticed she was standing in the middle of a spacious office, much like a college professor's. Unexpectedly, Beca first caught the scent of lavender filtering in the room causing her to cough. There was a slight breeze and sounds of traffic drifting from two open windows, the brunette's own music still playing in her ear. Sunlight filled the room, providing enough light to see the same woman behind a mahogany desk. She sat in a leather chair, staring straight at Beca and Beca could swear she's seen her before. Beca stepped closer, attempting to understand what was happening, as the woman softly smiled –

HONK

Beca jumped back at the sudden noise, finding herself outside as if she never left, yet now in front of a cab. The driver flipped her off, urging her to get out of the road.

"Sorry!" Beca shouted to the driver and proceeded to step back on the sidewalk. Once she was off the road, Beca looked back up to find the woman but she vanished.

What just happened?

Bewildered, Beca searched the crowd of pedestrians across the street. However, no one matched her description.

Half-formed questions raced through her mind without answers, but a quick glance at her watch stopped her train of thought. She was going to be late if she didn't start walking now, which meant a potential argument with Theo on waking up early versus leaving early to be on time - again. Beca sighed, deciding to break into a brisk walk to avoid Theo's droning. The strange encounter swiftly swept under the rug.

Things didn't get weird until the next day.

Beca had almost forgotten what happened the day before honestly. She and Theo had been working with a new artist on his debut album for the past month. Suffice to say, it took up a lot of their time. They were currently in the beginning stages of the album, working on one of the artist's slower-paced recordings today.

Beca was focused on making sure the chorus transitioned well with the next verse. However, the more accurate term would be trying to focus on her work because she had an intense migraine since the morning. With a lack of helpful information from the artist and a mind-splitting migraine, the song was not coming together like she wanted it too.

"Ugh," Beca quietly grunted, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. At this point Theo glanced at her from the soundboard, took off his headphones, and spun his chair towards her.

"Beca that is the third time you've made that sound. Now take my offer and go home."

Beca shook her head, peeking at Theo from behind her hands, "No, I'm really close. I just have to –"

"You have to get some sleep, you look like you haven't slept in days," Theo cut her off, "Go home and take tomorrow off too. Sometimes taking a break really helps with the process."

For once, she didn't have any energy to argue with him as she normally would. She's been dealing with this migraine all morning and she had a dream about the same lady again, waking up in a cold sweat at three in the morning. Even before that, working on this album non-stop for the past month has taken a toll on Beca. Beca exhaled, giving Theo a stern look, "Just this once."

The short brunette saved her progress and started to pack up her laptop and notes as Theo nodded with an amused smirk. This was probably the only time Beca let him win. Theo stood up from his chair, saying "Great, I'll let Reggie know. Have a good weekend Beca" before finally leaving.

The door softly shut behind him as she collected the last of her things. At least she'll leave work early for once, 2 in the afternoon is much better than her usual time.

Woof

The sudden noise startled Beca.

Was that a dog?

She looked around and found nothing.

I'm just imagining things, pets aren't even allowed in the studio.

Shaking her head one last time, she swung her bag over her shoulder and opened the door.

Woof

This time, Beca suspiciously eyed the hallway, double checking for any sign of a dog sneaking into the building. Closing the door, she started to make her way to the main lobby when she saw a redheaded woman, slightly taller than herself and wearing animal-patterned scrubs flash past her, apparently too focused on her clipboard to see the fact she almost ran Beca over.

Beca's dark blue eyes followed her, mesmerized by the woman for a reason Beca could not explain. Words lost in her throat, she simply let the woman move past her.

The woman mumbled something and made a right, heading for what Beca knows is a supply closet. Yet she still opened the door and walked through it.

Beca followed her, starting to say, "I think you have the wrong place. You're at a music studio not a doctor's office. Also, that's a janitor closet."

Beca opened the door and abruptly stopped, "What…"

The closet was barely big enough to fit a person and there was only a shelf lined with cleaning supplies and a mop off to the side. Beca closed the door, only reopening it a second later thinking she missed something.

"Miss. Mitchell, who were you talking too?"

Beca turned and saw the receptionist, Lacy, looking at her curiously. "And why are you in the supply closet?"

"Uh no one." Beca pauses. "Just checking if everything was stocked. Never know when you might need – uh – Windex," Beca quickly answers, smiling nervously while waving around the Windex bottle she randomly grabbed from the shelf.

Lacy gave her an inquisitive expression, not quite believing Beca. However, she didn't elaborate further, shrugging and answering the phone instead.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, Beca put the Windex back, shut the door, and quickly left the building before anything else happened.

Maybe all she needed was to get some sleep, after all sleep deprivation can lead to hallucinations. Maybe then Beca would stop hearing dogs and seeing strange people.

Nope, that's definitely not what happened.

After her nap, her clock reading 5 PM at this point, she got up from the couch and began to take out some leftovers from the night before. She ordered Chinese last night, leaving a good amount of Lo Mein left. Closing the fridge, she placed her dinner in the microwave for a minute.

Meanwhile, Beca closed her eyes and massaged her temples, "You just had a long week, Theo's right. You need a break. That's all this is. Just working too hard."

After cheering herself up, Beca opened her eyes and reached for some silverware in a kitchen drawer. The next thing she knew an orange tabby cat landed on her kitchen counter as if jumping out of thin air.

…Beca may have freaked out, and hid in her room for the rest of her day, eating her left over Chinese food. Even so she will deny that it ever happened.

Shortly after the cat appeared in her kitchen (Beca named it the Garfield accident) Thursday, Beca assumed Friday wouldn't be any different. It was clear that whatever was happening to her was going to continue no matter what she did, at least that's what her migraine was telling her. So instead she decided to understand what was happening and the best she could make of it was that she was experiencing things from someone else's life that no one else could see or hear.

She reasoned that all this started with the blonde woman she saw Wednesday. It can't be coincidence that she starts to see and hear things days after having a strange vision and getting a mind-splitting migraine. With that in mind, she quickly decided to follow a game plan for the day. First, swallow some Advil because this migraine was killing her and second, keep track of anymore strange experiences.

The first, Beca noted, occurred in the morning. The brunette always puts a playlist on as she cooks breakfast and gets ready, usually of her own mixes or a Spotify playlist she approves of. Today she was leaning more towards her own mixes. Halfway through her plate of bacon, eggs and toast with a coffee on the side and her eyes closed, Beca felt content. She was just a girl enjoying the pleasure of breakfast. She didn't notice a subtle shift in her senses in that moment. Like a twinge that reverberated through her body.

It only took roughly 20 seconds for Beca to spot at least three differences in her kitchen after opening her eyes. One, she was eating pancakes, blueberry pancakes specifically. Second, "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars was playing from somewhere. And third, this wasn't her kitchen.

Curious, she noticed the kitchen was painted beige, styled with wooded cabinets and a granite counter. There was a stack of pancakes to her left and two on the plate in front of her. Swiveling in her chair, Beca noted a small balcony to her right where sunlight illuminated the kitchen. Then as soon as it happened, Beca felt a slight twitch pulse through her body that brought her back to her own kitchen with the familiar wood table, black wooded cabinets, and white painted walls.

The second experience happened when she was in the bathroom. Hair up in a bun, wearing a dark blue v-cut shirt and leggings, she started to brush her teeth. Pop and soft rock songs continued to echo through her head after her brief morning encounter in the kitchen. Beca had to admit that the playlist wasn't half-bad, which meant it didn't have a lot of overplayed singles on the radio. Beca would never listen to those – or at least openly admit she does. Humming silently to "What's Going On" by 4 Non Blondes, Beca found the song title ironic.

She caught sight of her reflection, bright blue eyes and red hair, with a dark red sweater present in the mirror.

Wait.

The woman from yesterday stared back at her, mouth slightly open. Beca could only meet her gaze, mouth agape with her toothbrush leaning out. She faintly admired the fiery red locks framing her face perfectly, emphasizing the brightness of her eyes. She also started to feel the same unnatural curiosity washing over her as when she saw the blonde woman earlier. However, this time there was something new. An unfamiliar feeling became present in Beca's mind, one akin to wonder. Beca couldn't shake the sense that there was something – a connection perhaps – between them that she couldn't explain.

"Who are you?" Beca whispered, finally finding her voice, but the stranger vanished leaving Beca with her own reflection.

While she still had a migraine, it somehow became more tolerable as the day passed. So far, the brunette concluded that the redhead was a vet, based off her scrubs and the number of animals she's seen and heard since yesterday. She was also a fan of upbeat songs, which could mean she has an upbeat and happy attitude too. Hmm, that might not work well with Beca's anti-social vibe.

But she made fantastic blueberry pancakes, which Beca wrote down as an important fact that balanced out her previous observation. Oh, and she had a pet cat. Right now, Beca was petting said black cat with the nametag "Jinx", which sat on her coffee table. Surprisingly, she also found out she could touch and feel him.

Yeah, no one would ever believe this.

"Where are you from little guy?" Beca pet Jinx behind his ear, earning a purr. She found his nametag and an address drilled into the back. "Atlanta huh? Well, if you were really here you would have a long trip home wouldn't you." She hummed.

Beca paused. "If I can see and hear what she does, do you think she's experienced what I've been doing?" Beca thought out loud. Talking to a cat seemed normal considering her day, even if the cat wasn't physically there. She'll take what she could get. But she wondered, did it go both ways?

Knock-Knock

A series of knocks interrupted her. Standing up from the couch and walking to the door, Beca knew who it was before opening it.

"Be-caw!"

She swung the door open, giving Jesse a glare.

"Really? I thought we were over that name."

"Never." Jesse cheekily grinned and walked into her apartment.

Jesse was her best friend from college, where she only went for a year before finding an internship in New York and making her way up the ladder. Jesse, on the other hand, earned his degree in Music Composition and received a job offer in New York where they reconnected. Besides Theo, Jesse was the one of the only people she socialized with, making his way past her walls in the five years they've known each other.

He strolled into her kitchen, asking, "Are you ready for tonight?"

Oh yeah, she almost forgot. She promised Jesse she would go with him to his co-worker's birthday celebration a few weeks ago after he repeatedly begged her to "let loose".

"Yeah, let me change really fast."

After shrugging on a black leather jacket over her shirt and changing into black skinny jeans, she returned to find Jesse sitting on the couch and playing on his phone. She also noticed that Jinx was still around, but now flicking his tail back and forth while eyeing Jesse. Beca couldn't help laughing, stifling it the best she could.

"What's so funny?" Jesse asked her, standing up from the couch.

"Nothing, let's go." Beca answered, stashing her keys into her pocket and glancing back to find Jinx gone.

The bar was already crowded when they arrived. A group of college-aged men and women were on the dance floor, cheering their friend to sing "Don't Stop Believing" by Journey. Somehow alcohol and karaoke is the highlight of every bar night.

Jesse and Beca were almost 10 minutes late to the party, just in time to sing "Happy birthday" before everyone settled into their own conversations. Afterwards, they quickly found their way to the bar, finding a bartender to order their drinks.

"I'll take a bourbon and a beer for her," Jesse said, giving the bartender his credit card to start a tab. "I'll cover this round. We are celebrating!" Everyone surrounding him cheered. He laughed and faced Beca, "I didn't know you and Mary Elise knew each other."

She shrugged, "Yeah, we had a few classes together before I left. I'm surprised she even remembered me from college."

"I guess you have more college friends than you thought huh?" He chuckled. Meanwhile, the bartender finished their drinks and handed it them with a quick nod.

Beca rolled her eyes, an amused smirk on her face, "Whatever, I'm going to find a table."

Jesse nodded, and the short brunette started to weave through the crowd. Luckily, she found a table slightly out of the way and in view of the bar. Beca was never a fan of crowds or socializing honestly. It's not that she wasn't a people person per se. She actually doesn't mind them but she doesn't experience the want to get know them. It's a miracle Jesse stuck around for so long, especially when Beca used to be more distant and brooding back in college. After five years Beca's become less reclusive, or rather at least she doesn't complain about going out anymore these days. She remembered comparing Jesse to a puppy back in college, always eager to talk and hang out. She'll never forget his movie-cation after he found out she didn't like movies. She only agreed to it to stop his consistent begging, which hasn't changed in five years after she thinks about it.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Beca surveyed the bar to get a sense of how the night was going to go. She soon spotted the stage where someone was singing to Journey. Considering there was karaoke, Jesse will most likely beg her to sing. Of which Beca will refuse and only after more begging will she undoubtedly agree too. Beca rolled her eyes at the thought. Moving on, she made a quick glance over to the dance floor. The group from earlier was bobbing up and down with the beat, singing along with their friend. Next, Beca thought, turning her head back to the bar where Jesse was conversing with one of his co-workers.

For a split moment, Beca thought of the redheaded woman from earlier and what the she was doing right now. The woman had been on her mind all day, especially after what happened in the bathroom. Whenever she crosses her mind, Beca finds herself drifting further and further into these thoughts. She wondered what the redhead's favorite color was, what she liked to do for fun, and even what her favorite food was. It was strange, during most of her life she's never thought of or felt like she wanted to get to know someone at that level before. But this woman somehow piqued Beca's interest without even speaking to her once. Beca could only reason that she was drawn to her, an unfamiliar but comforting feeling never far in Beca's mind.

That's when she suddenly saw her – the redheaded woman– standing near the dance floor. The other woman slowly turned around, locking her bright blue eyes with Beca's dark blue.

"It's you." They both mumbled. And for just a moment, Beca felt as if no one else mattered, as if it was only her and this mysterious woman in the room. "I was just thinking–" Beca started before the woman finished for her, "of you."

She looked around the bar, taking note of Beca's surroundings.

Beca, on the other hand, found herself at what seemed to be a wedding reception. She was surrounded by tables covered with white linen and decorated with gold accessories. The redhead was across from her, sitting at a nearly empty table, suffice for a gentleman in a black tuxedo eating an appetizer two seats away. Beca noticed she wore a teal dress, hair styled in a bun with red locks to the side.

"Where am I?" They asked at the same time. Chloe let out a small laugh, nodding towards Beca.

Back at the bar, Beca cleared her throat and gestured around her. "This is some bar my friend dragged me to." She quickly added, remembering Jinx's address, "in New York." The redhead excitedly gasped, looking around with new energy.

Back at the reception, the redhead stood up from her seat and walked towards Beca, "I'm at a wedding reception for one of my friends." She pointed to the couple, then added with a smile, "in Atlanta" Beca paused, taking a second look at the venue and wondering simply how she was in two places at once. The woman glanced behind her, making sure her tablemate wasn't watching, and turned back to Beca with bright eyes, "I'm Chloe."

"Beca."

At this point, Chloe had taken the bar seat next to her. "Are we going crazy?" Chloe asked, shaking her head. Beca pensively looked at her, turning around to make sure no one was watching and placed her phone on the bar table.

"Here, take out your phone," Beca instructed. Chloe reached for her phone in her purse, giving it to Beca. Beca continued "If this isn't real, then you wouldn't know this number," putting the last few digits of her number into Chloe's phone and handing it to her. With brief hesitation, Chloe pressed call and put her phone up to her ear. They waited, Chloe biting her lower lip and Beca holding her breath.

Ring-Ring

Suddenly Beca's phone started to vibrate, cutting the silence between them. Chloe gasped which quickly turned into a smile that Beca returned.

"Hey Jesse, come here!" Beca then called out, seeing Jesse walk to the table. "Can you take this?" She asked, handing him her phone. Her eyes flitted between Chloe and Jesse, apparently Jesse couldn't see Chloe.

Jesse quirked an eyebrow, but took her phone nonetheless, "Hello?"

"Hi, is Beca there?" Chloe bashfully replied, her eyes bouncing from Jesse to Beca.

"Yeah, she's right here," Jesse said, handing the phone back to Beca, "It's some girl." He paused, leaning in with a smirk "And she sounds hot." Chloe smirked, telling Beca, "He's not bad."

"Thanks, I'll be right back." Beca grinned, grabbing her beer and walking away with her phone to her ear.

"I don't think we're going crazy," Beca coolly said, hearing her own voice echo from Chloe's phone next to her.

Back at the reception, Chloe cheered and meandered through the sea of tables to find an out-of-the-way place to talk without strange looks or raised eyebrows. Beca was walking next to her, having little trouble following Chloe. "Oh my God this is so cool!" Chloe beamed, their conversation echoing through their phones. After finding an empty hall behind the reception area, Chloe ended the call and squealed, "I can't believe this is happening."

Beca leaned against the wall next to Chloe, "I almost thought I had to check myself in for hearing dogs and cats every hour."

Chloe scoffed and slapped Beca's arm. She laughed and then asked, "So you're a vet?"

The redhead nodded, "Vet tech actually. I'm almost done with vet school and then I'll be one. And you're a…DJ?"

"Music Producer, but I used to DJ. I still make mash-ups every now and then."

"Oh! That's why I heard so many songs in my head!" Chloe paused, then gave a small smile, "They were really good by the way."

"Thanks."

A beat.

"Have you seen anyone else?" Chloe asked, just as curious as Beca was to understand what was the past couple days.

"I only saw a blonde woman."

"Gail." Chloe slipped out.

"Do you know her?"

"No," Chloe answered, "I don't know her and I don't know…how I knew that. She somehow seemed familiar though." Beca nodded, deeming to not reply. Instead, they fell into a comforting silence.

At the bar, Beca rested against a table in the corner, beer finished with Chloe to the left of her. Both woman looked at each other before laughing, neither still believing that this was actually happening. Nor could they deny the connection between them, something past familiarity but mixed with a sense of intimacy. Beca gave Chloe a soft look, slipping her hand into Chloe's.

Lately, Beca's had a million thoughts running through her mind. Part of them were about work, but mostly about – well whatever this is – thing, and to her credit she hasn't freaked out yet (if you don't count the Garfield accident, which will never be mentioned again). But right now, being with Chloe, those thoughts didn't matter. It was as if her presence soothed the rapid-fire tennis match of unending questions in her head. Beca could even say she felt better, happier even, with Chloe by her in this moment. Beca started to open her mouth, intent on trying to explain what she felt, but Chloe stopped her.

"I know."

Chloe rubbed her thumb over Beca's hand, "I feel it too." She leaned her head against Beca's shoulder in the empty reception hall. Beca welcomed the contact, adjusting her body to Chloe's to make it more comfortable.

The bar was still crowded, probably even more so now than when they got there. People from the party started to migrate towards the dance floor, with Jesse the first to step onto the stage with a microphone in one hand and a drink in the other.

This caught Chloe's attention.

"They have karaoke here?!" Chloe gasped, turning to Beca. Chloe was absolutely glowing with excitement.

Beca froze, acutely realizing there was not a way out of this as Chloe turned to her with a determined expression, but still tried to muster the sternest voice possible, "I don't sing."

Chloe giggled at Beca's lame attempt to lie, "You're not getting away that easy. I know you can sing, I heard your voice in those mixes."

Chloe pulled a reluctant Beca towards the stage, who only groaned on their way over. Chloe spotted the employee in charge of the machine. "Hi. I want to sing up there, what songs do you have?"

He nodded and handed her a binder that showed what songs they offered. Chloe quickly perused through, found a song and showed the employee who nodded at her choice.

Anxious, Beca warily asked, "Chloe, what song did you pick?"

"You'll see." Chloe winked and stepped on to the stage next to Jesse who just finished singing. Then Jesse gave Chloe the microphone. Beca could only whip her eyes between Chloe and Jesse. Besides the initial confusion when Jesse handed Chloe the microphone, she was anxious because as far as Jesse knew Beca didn't like karaoke or be caught dead singing karaoke songs. Beca had a reputation to uphold damnit!

What was she planning?

"I didn't know you liked karaoke Beca. I thought you would have left by now." Jesse questioned. Beca could only agree, in normal circumstances she would have already left the bar without saying good bye, a true Beca hallmark.

"I'm just feeling it tonight," Chloe answered, tilting her head towards an exasperated Beca. Jesse started to walk off stage, Beca moving out of his way and next to Chloe.

"Dude, how are you doing that? Jesse didn't even see me."

Chloe quickly shrugged, unexpectedly jumping up and down when the song she picked filtered over the speakers.

Oh no, not that. Anything but that.

"No, Chloe please." Beca begged, eyes wide.

Yet she only smirked at Beca's torment and started singing "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus.

"I hopped off a plane at..."

As Chloe sung, Beca could see the crowd getting into it. They were singing along with Chloe, or more precisely Chloe as Beca. Jesse was one of the loudest, yelling out parts of the lyrics. As much as she was dreading this, the energy from the crowd, from Jesse, and finally Chloe, was contagious. Beca didn't notice the smile starting to form on her face as she watched.

It wasn't until the next verse when Chloe started to integrate more feeling into it. She was smiling, eyes closed, and losing herself in the music. Beca couldn't help being mesmerized by Chloe's voice and losing herself in the sound.

She almost missed when Chloe stopped singing. If it wasn't for Chloe spinning from the crowd to Beca and whispering her name, she wouldn't have noticed. Beca met Chloe's hopeful expression, expecting her to start the chorus. Beca couldn't believe this, not only was someone singing this overdone pop song in her body, but they also wanted her to join in.

Beca only shook her head, the thought of turning around and leaving the stage passed through her mind.

But Chloe waited, her eyes begging Beca to sing. Beca protested again, but the playful expression on her face said otherwise. Chloe persisted though, a small nod and a smile this time.

Oh fine.

"…I put my hands up!" Beca finally sang, eyes only on Chloe. The crowd erupted.

If you were to ask Beca what was happening, she would argue that the redhead didn't give her a choice. If you were to ask Chloe, she would say Beca wanted to sing with her regardless how many times she denies it. Electricity buzzed between them as they danced to the music, hips moving and arms waving.

As the song faded out, they were inches away from each other, slightly out of breath, and smiling widely. In the after-performance haze, Beca forgot about the crowd and the fact that she just sung karaoke willingly. What she did realize though was that Chloe was inches away, her eyes flicking from the redhead's lips to her bright blue eyes. Chloe must have noticed too, starting to close the gap between them.

"Chloe, there you are! I was wondering where you went, what are you doing here?"

Back in the empty hall, Chloe abruptly broke away from Beca and turned to the source of the voice. Her friend, Jessica, had accompanied her to the reception and ended up conversing with one of the band members. "Oh, sorry Jess! I just needed some space, the room was crowded."

"Uh-huh, and you were singing?" Jessica skeptically continued, not believing her excuse.

"Yeah, it just…got stuck in my head," Chloe left off, a ghost of a smile on her lips as she looked back at where she last saw Beca.

"Be-caw! I can't believe you did that, that was great!" Jesse applauded after Beca got down from the stage. The crowd was still cheering, waiting for the next person to go.

"Dude, I can't believe I did it either." Beca honestly answered.

Beca's night ended relatively quickly after their performance. The crowd died down and Jesse had begun to slur his words and lose his balance after too many drinks. Beca helped him home and called a cab for herself. She eventually crashed on her bed as soon as she got home, thoughts of a pretty redhead and singing on her mind.

Beca woke up Saturday morning feeling refreshed. It's been awhile since she's slept so well, usually she wakes up restless on the weekend, recovering from working late during the weekday. But then again, last night was something else, no one would believe Beca if she told them what happened. Speaking of, she couldn't get the redhead out of her mind or describe how she felt singing with her – even if it was to such an overplayed pop song.

Musing of the night before, Beca decided to shower and rid the smell of sweat and alcohol off her. She went into the bathroom and began stripping out of her clothes from last night. Pulling back the shower curtain, she lifted the shower handle and mindlessly started singing. She's been working on mixing "Titanium" with "I'm Gonna Be" for a while and consequently she's gotten both stuck in her head.

"I love Titanium!"

"What? Oh my God!" Beca backed up to the corner of her shower. Chloe had just abruptly appeared in her bathroom, naked – might Beca add - pulling back the shower curtain.

Chloe turned off the water, "That song is my jam."

"Just because I'm the only one who can see you doesn't mean you can barge into my shower naked!" Beca reached for her curtain, trying to cover herself.

"You have to sing it with me," Chloe pouted, ignoring Beca's response. The portion of the curtain that Beca held slipped out of her hand as Chloe stepped closer.

This seriously can't be happening right now.

She spun around, her back to Chloe.

"Dude!" Beca turned her head, "Seriously, I am nude."

"Just consider it, we sang last night and it was amazing!"

"We were both dressed last night too."

"Come on, I am not leaving here until we sing together again," then after a beat, "besides, I'm not sure how I even got here or how to leave so…"

What has my life come to?

She slowly faced Chloe, covering herself the best she could with her arms. Training her eyes on Chloe's face to prevent herself from wandering, she started to sing the chorus. Then Chloe jumped in harmonizing and singing the lower notes. Soon enough Beca relived their moment from last night, their voices melding into one. She unconsciously dropped her arms, still focusing on Chloe. The same sense of familiarity and comfort washed over both women.

As soon as it started, it ended. Both girls felt satisfied with their performance, basking in how well they sounded until Beca cleared her throat and stared at the ceiling.

"Oh, I'm really confident about all this," Chloe caught on.

"You should be," Beca commented, eyes back on Chloe, she wouldn't admit that she peeked at the redhead's perfect figure. Chloe knew otherwise though, giving Beca a flirtatious smile and a wink.

Instead of saying, or rather doing, anything else Chloe handed her a towel then stepped out from the shower. In a mix of disbelief and slight shock, she slowly pulled the curtain back, making sure she was truly alone this time.

That really happened.

And that is what makes Beca rethink what she considers normal.

Somehow after her impromptu duet with Chloe, she finishes her shower in an emotional mess of shock, disbelief, and loneliness strangely enough. Beca would be lying if she said she didn't like Chloe. More so if she said she didn't miss Chloe. The redhead slipped into her thoughts more often than Beca would admit.

That's what Beca ponders on in her kitchen, her head low and resting on her arm while she looks right through her laptop. After her shower, she decided to work on her "Titanium" and "I'm Gonna Be" mix, yet instead of thinking of how she could blend them together, she only returns to how she felt singing or even being with Chloe. Beca's going crazy and not because she started to see things. She's crazy in the sense that it's only been a few days after meeting Chloe and she's already head over heels for the woman who literally just burst into her shower.

She used to be content with her life and how normal it was, but then she started to hear dogs, see cats and a redhead who made her rethink her entire view on life. Looking back, Beca finds that she's enjoyed spending time with the redhead even when she sung karaoke in front of people or looked crazy talking to an empty space. Chloe made Beca feel better than content, she made her feel happy. In the four years Beca's lived in New York, she hasn't felt this happy before. Sure, she was happy working with artists and producing music, it gave her a sense of accomplishment. It's literally her dream job, but this was a different happy feeling. This feeling was present in the simple thought of the redhead that caused her to genuinely smile, and even cause her to quietly laugh to herself over how cute Chloe's expressions are.

Definitely head over heels Mitchell.

In the midst of processing everything, Beca couldn't not act on the sudden fact that she wanted to let Chloe know how she felt. And somehow Beca knew Chloe felt the same, call it their connection.

That feeling spread through her, pushing Beca to do something she wouldn't normally do, which has become a common theme concerning this redhead. However, if there is anything Beca's learned recently is that she's not normal.

Abruptly, Beca finds herself outside a coffee shop. Chloe is talking to a blonde woman, the same one who Beca saw at the reception; Jessica, Beca recalls. They are talking, laughing too, about something that happened at the reception before Chloe spots Beca a few feet behind Jessica, tilting her head to get a better view of her. A soft smile passes over Chloe's face, but she returns her attention to Jessica, quickly telling her she has to go. Chloe gives her a hug and a "good bye" as Jessica leaves, the same smile from before gracing her feature as she starts to walk towards Beca.

Summoning all her courage, Beca takes a deep breath and meets Chloe.

Chloe starts to say something, most likely her name but Beca doesn't let her finish. She brings both of her hands to each side of Chloe's face and pulling her in for a kiss. Chloe's eyes flutter before pressing into the kiss, resting her hands on Beca's waist and gently pulling her closer. Their senses explode as they kiss, reigniting every time they break apart and lean in again, every touch setting their skin on fire; they could even feel their hearts hammering in their chest. They shut out the world, absorbed in each other's presence, feeling complete.

They only stop to catch their breath.

"Wow," Chloe leans her forehead against Beca's, softly cupping her face.

"That was–" Chloe whispers.

"Amazing." Beca finishes, already leaning in for another kiss.

Beca doesn't know why or how she can suddenly see and hear things that aren't there. It's definitely strange – unreal per se –, but in this second it felt like the most normal and real thing in the world and Beca doesn't mind it all.

In the coming days, Beca and Chloe's connection will grow and expand, they'll meet new people in the strangest of ways. For instance, Beca is going to meet an Australian one night, help her escape her many boyfriends, and somehow not break anything jumping out of a two-story window. Meanwhile, Chloe is going to run into a tall blonde at her high school reunion, try to stop her idiot classmates from pranking the student body president and fail, which ends in both women trying to explain to the police that they didn't set the high school gym on fire. They'll meet an overly flirtatious scientist, an (almost licensed) pilot with gambling issues, a cheerful dancer (who owns a successful smoothie company) with an unusual sense of humor, a jingle writer that radiates pure innocence, and an odd seamstress with a knack for knives.

They're world is only getting a hell of a lot bigger.

AN

Thank you for reading!

I'm a big fan of Sense8 and couldn't help drawing parallels between some of the Pitch Perfect characters and some of the characters in Sense8. I thought it would be interesting to write them out in the Sense8 world. While this is Beca's side of the story of how they first met, I will write Chloe's perspective as well as the others in their cluster (group of people who are all telepathically connected via senses). I can't promise they will all be similar length as this one and I will most likely update once a month.

If there was one thing I found difficult to write in this, it was describing how members in a cluster visit and share. In case anyone is unfamiliar, visiting is when person A visits person B wherever they are, but no one can see A when they visit B and vice versa. People will see A talking to empty space and the same with B wherever they are. In turn, sharing is when A takes control of B's body allowing B to use the same skills or talents as A, in which case no one will see B (much like how Chloe sang as Beca at the bar and Beca was invisible to everyone else). It's important to note that other members of the cluster can see both A and B even if they are visiting or sharing. (Note: I tried to replicate Will/Riley's and Wolfgang/Kala's meetings in that section with a twist as well, thought it would be a nice nod to the series)

If you could, let me know if the bar/reception scene made sense it would help me write visiting and sharing scenes in the future.

Because of Sense8's lore which implies that clusters share the same birthdate, everyone is the same age and because I'm using the Pitch Perfect characters everyone will live in the United States. It is a little easier to write it that way.

I haven't written creative stories in years, so excuse my rusty writing, tell me what you thought, and I hope you enjoy.