Disclaimer: I do not own anything Pitch Perfect related. This is an AU (alternate universe) multichapter fic. The reflection of historical accuracy in 1964 will most likely not be 100% accurate, but this is my story. Thanks.

Chapter 1

Winter 1964

"Do you really have to take this job? You just finished your degree in psychiatry, is a ward for the mentally ill really the place you should be starting?"

"Yes, mother. These are the people that need my help the most, the people that society has forgotten about. I think they deserve the right to get better as much as anyone else does." Chloe threw some final articles of clothing into a small suitcase before snapping it shut. She turned to face her mother with a bright grin on her face. "Besides, I'll be home for Christmas before you know it." Her mother nodded silently as she helped Chloe carry her bags down to the car that waited just outside. The driver took the bag from the two women and began to load them, giving them time to say their goodbyes. Chloe's mother drew her in for a tight hug, tears flowing from her eyes as she did so.

"Take care of yourself, dear. I don't want to receive a phone call saying one of those lunatics attacked you. You're so smart and beautiful. I don't know why you couldn't have just settled down with a man." The older redhead cupped Chloe's cheek as she drew back, her eyes beaming with both pride and despair at having to see her only daughter off.

"I'll be fine. I am a Beale after all. I'm going to make you and Daddy proud. Not many women get the opportunity to make a real difference like I know I can. I'll call once I'm settled in. I love you. Tell Daddy goodbye for me." Giving one final hug to her mother, Chloe entered the car and handed over the address to the driver. As they pulled away from her childhood home, she waved goodbye to her mother as she slowly disappeared from view. It wouldn't be too long before she would be returning for the holidays, and this new job really was promising.

The drive to the facility only took a few hours to get there, and it was almost too soon before the car came to a stop. The driver had pulled up in front of a tall wrought iron gate built into a stone wall. Chloe looked out the window, momentarily confused. There appeared to be nothing for miles around except forest. The rest was covered in a dense fog. She was startled as the driver suddenly opened her side door. Exiting the vehicle, she noted that the driver was already unloading her bags. She took both of them in her hands and stared questioningly at the gate.

"Are you sure this is the right place? Where's the building?" Chloe pondered the question aloud but the driver had already taken his money and was starting up the car. Chloe frowned, but started making her way over towards the gate. They were expecting her, right? The gate appeared to have a large lock placed on it, and didn't look easy to pry open. "Um, hello? Is anyone there? My name is Dr. Chloe Beale. I was told you were informed of my arrival!" The sound of her voice carried in the distance, and there was something rather eerie about this whole scenario.

"Hello, Doctor." A man of average stature with curly brown hair appeared on the other side of the gate, nearly scaring Chloe half to death. The redhead placed a hand to her chest in momentary shock. The young man appeared friendly enough. He pulled a key from his pocket and placed it in the gate's lock. A shrill screech pierced the air as the metal gave and allowed her access. He stuck his hand out to shake hers, to which Chloe politely shook. "My name's Benji Applebaum, the groundskeeper here. The head doctor is expecting you. Follow me." Benji took Chloe's bags from her and led her down the long foggy path towards the building. At first it was nothing more than a foreboding dark silhouette in the distance, but the closer they came, the more details could be seen. The institution was massive, with several tall towers that came to a sharp point. The outer walls were made of dark grey stone and the roof was dusted in a light layer of snow, creating a nice contrast. It appeared that many of the windows were barred, though some appeared to contain vibrant pieces of stained glass. It was stunning craftsmanship to say the least.

Upon entering the building, Chloe followed Benji down a series of corridors until they had reached the administrator's office.

"I'll just take your bags to your room. The good doctor is waiting." Benji politely opened the door to the office.

"Thank you." She entered the room and made note of a few things immediately. It was very organized, not a book or file out of place. A small fire was burning in the fireplace. A couple paintings hung on the wall, and most of the furniture appeared the be rather comfortable. Overall it felt very homey. The second thing she noticed was the tall blonde female sitting at her desk looking over some paperwork with reading glasses on. Chloe approached the desk and took a seat across from the woman. "Hi, I'm…"

"Dr. Beale, I know. I'm glad to see you made it here with no complications. I'm Dr. Aubrey Posen, Head Doctor and Administrator here. Welcome to Barden Asylum, I hope you find your stay a pleasant one." The first impression that Chloe got of the woman was that she was a little uptight. However, Chloe found her not without her own charm. She gave Aubrey a warm smile in return.

"Thank you Dr. Posen, but please, just call me Chloe. I'm actually quite thrilled to be starting here."

"Great. That's what I like to hear. I was exceptionally impressed with your application. I think you'll be perfect for our special cases unit. These particular patients have been a bit, shall we say…resistant to treatment. Perhaps someone with your qualifications and unique approaches would be better suited to their needs. Shall we get started today?" Aubrey removed her glasses and set them on the desk before grabbing a small stack of files. She handed a spare doctor's coat to Chloe and gestured for her to follow her. Quickly putting on the garment, Chloe followed behind the blonde quickly.

"I wasn't aware I would be starting so soon, but the sooner the better!" The corridors of the asylum were quite impressive. There were rooms for temporary cases, who appeared to be able to roam the facility fairly freely, but then the further in they went, open doors were replaced with locked cells and padded rooms. Large bolted doors with small square windows were spaced evenly along the walls. It was only minutes before Aubrey and Chloe reached the special cases unit. Aubrey stopped at the first door and handed Chloe one of the patient files.

"Every day you'll do your rounds where you will check in with the patients and assess their mental states. Patients listed as hostile are not to be approached without the presence of a male orderly. Today we're just going to be familiarizing you with the patients you'll be dealing with and their cases. Simple enough?" Chloe opened the file and nodded. "Your first patient is Cynthia Rose. She was admitted a year ago and established to have an impulse control disorder connected to compulsive gambling." Chloe nodded as she scanned the file. Moving on, Aubrey approached the second door, handing her the matching case file.

"Your second patient is 'Fat' Amy." Chloe's head snapped up from the file at the name.

"You call her 'Fat' Amy? Isn't that a little degrading?" Chloe was baffled at Aubrey's casual use of the name, as if that was appropriate. These patients were still people.

"Oh, no, she prefers to be called that, and I quote, 'so twig bitches like us don't say it behind her back'. You'll also take note that her real name is Patricia. She's mostly fine, self-admitted actually. She's convinced she's suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder as a result of being hit by a flying burrito, so we're trying to help her." A chuckled left Chloe. So far the patients she was going to be working with sounded easy to help. She wondered what would make them so resistant to treatment methods that would get them put in the special cases unit. She didn't have much time to think before Aubrey handed her the third case file.

"Your third patient is Lily Onakuramara. She was admitted just recently. We believe she's mute, but may have psychopathic tendencies. She's the primary suspect in a series of arson and murder cases. Nothing as of which can be proved, but she was to be placed here while under investigation. Just proceed with caution." Chloe cringed a little bit, but this was what she signed on for. She would help these people, no matter how extreme the case may or may not be. "Let's keep moving, we don't have all day."

"How many people are in this unit? Are there any men here? I see most have just been women." Seeing the stack of folders still left in Aubrey's hand made her wonder just how many patients other doctor's at this institution were handling if she would be getting so many off the bat, especially with special cases.

"There's only six in this ward. Six of which, you, will be handling. The men are handled by the male doctors in a different area of the facility." Aubrey placed another folder in Chloe's hand. "Next we have Stacie Conrad. We've diagnosed her as a Nymphomaniac. Watch out for that one, she's very persuasive. Even I was slightly tempt….um, not important. This way." A blush spread across Aubrey's face and she quickly turned away.

"Oh, does Dr. Posen have a…" Chloe playfully jested to the other doctor as they approached the next door. The look Aubrey gave her told her to otherwise not continue with that statement. Touchy subject apparently.

"We're almost through. This patient here believes she's two separate people. Sometimes she goes by Jessica, sometimes Ashley. When she was brought in, she referred to herself as Jessica, but then hours later she became violent because we didn't address her as Ashley. Other times she is convinced that the state of mind that she isn't in at the time is an existent separate person. For now we think it's a matter of a multiple personality disorder, but more studies may need to be conducted." Aubrey looked down at the final folder in her hand with a bit of disdain. She looked up at Chloe, and almost seemed hesitant to hand over the final folder.

"This final patient…she's…hopeless. We've been thinking of transferring her to another facility…" Placing a hand on Aubrey's shoulder, Chloe was determined to show her dedication to doing anything for these people.

"Aubrey…every patient can be helped." Chloe reached her hand out for the folder, which Aubrey reluctantly handed to her. "What's so bad about this one?"

"She won't speak to anyone. She was brought in a week ago. She's a danger to our staff and possibly herself, we can't get a proper diagnosis. Only that she was admitted by her father." Chloe closed the folder, and carefully approached the cell that the girl was in. She placed a hand on the door and looked through the small slot to the well lit room. Inside was a small person with brown hair sitting on the bed, she appeared to be simply staring at the wall. Chloe lightly knocked on the door, and the girl turned towards her. Their eyes met, and they stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, too entranced to look away. The girl seemed to smile for a second, but then Aubrey's face came into view as she looked in t. The girl quickly scowled. She lunged towards the door, causing Aubrey to pull Chloe away at the last second as the patient banged on the door.

Chloe seemed a bit disoriented from the experience, taking deep breaths. It felt…no, that was just crazy. What was that though? Chloe turned to Aubrey who Chloe just now realized had been talking.

"…and I promise the staff will take better care with handling her. I'm sorry you had to experience that on your first day, I know some of these patients can be a bit overwhelming. And trust me, that one is no good. I…"

"What's her name?" Chloe continued to stare at the door. The banging had calmed down, but Chloe had a distinct feeling that there was more to that girl. She had smiled at her. Aubrey paused in what she was saying and started to lead Chloe away to get settled for the evening. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day of actually meeting the patients during her rounds. She glanced hesitantly over towards Chloe, who was lost in thought. Finally she answered her question.

"That's Beca Mitchell."