Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, just borrowing them
Author's Note: This will be a collection of Mitchen one-shots and drabbles, mostly inspired at random times (with the potential of each installment eventually getting their own stand-alone story). Feedback is always appreciated and has been known to feed the muse!
"The Lois Lane Syndrome"
Summary: Beca doesn't mind being Aubrey's hero.
"You're going to make this a thing, aren't you?" Beca groans, lifting the debris that had been trapping Aubrey.
Beca lets it go effortlessly as soon as the blonde is clear, and brushes off her hands. "Because, dude, if you want me to take this superhero gig seriously I can't be swooping in for you all the time."
Her tone is light and her words even lighter. Despite the faux annoyance she's implying, Beca and Aubrey both know that Beca would drop everything if Aubrey was ever in danger or needed her.
Sirens blare somewhere in the distance, a mix of patrol cars and fire trucks racing towards them.
"You should go; it sounds like the whole department's been called." Aubrey allows herself to gently squeeze Beca's arm. She wants to take Beca in her arms and do her best to convey how safe Beca makes her feel but they're in public and in plain view of any prying eyes.
Beca tilts her head and looks Aubrey over slowly, her voice suddenly a rough whisper. "But you're okay, right?" She wants to ask more, so much more, but she can't.
"I'm okay, I'm here."
And Aubrey, bless her, Aubrey gets it. She gets the words Beca will never be able to fully express, even in the privacy of their own home.
Emotions and communication has never been Beca's strength; Chloe had made considerable headway with Beca before her passing with getting Beca to confront and identify her feelings. Even with Aubrey's patience and gentle urging, Beca still has a ways to go.
"Okay." With that, Beca's gone as quickly as she appeared.
Damn genetics.
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