A/N. This is an AU based off of a gif set on Tumblr done by the awesome captainpeachperfect. I just asked her permission to use the inspiration to write my own spin on it. I am doing this as a side project with Stone Heart Loves Bulletproof Glass. You should go check out captainpeachperfect's blog on Tumblr and see the awesomeness of her gif set. Hopefully I do her fantastic storyline justice. As always awesome nerds, I hope that you enjoy! post/133694420478/pitch-perfect-au-call-me-crazy-part-i-summary.

Call Me Crazy: Chapter 1

~*~Beca's POV~*~

Beca Mitchell was nervous. Of that much she is certain. The only problem is that Beca Mitchell doesn't do nervous. At least not when it comes to her profession. Out in the real world, in the presence of other humans is a different story. Beca can't socialize to save her life. She has always been socially awkward when it comes to being around the general public.

So needless to say, it was a huge surprise to Beca herself when she decided to get her doctorate in psychology. Her parents almost died when she told them about her major. Her dad spend a good twenty minutes clutching his chest while fake hyperventilating. Words could not describe how hard Beca prayed for the joke to become a reality. It wasn't like she had a bad relationship with her father; it was more one-sided than anything. Warren was trying to forge a relationship with his daughter; Beca had to give him that. The problem was that he was about thirteen years too late.

Beca was only ten years old when her parents got divorced. Her father was never really present while she was growing up. Even when her parents were still together, he was never really home. He spent a lot of time at work. So it really wasn't much of a surprise when Warren and Leah sat ten year old Beca down to tell her that they were getting a divorce. What surprised Beca and her mom was when Warren remarried not even six months later. Turns out that Warren had been carrying on a relationship with one of his co-workers Sheila since before Beca was even born. That was how Beca found out that she had a half-brother, Jason. Jason is two years older than Beca. Finding out that Warren made another family that he ended up choosing over staying around to raise Beca has always been a sore spot for Beca. That is probably the biggest reason why Beca is holds so much animosity towards her father. Growing up without him, while he gallivanted around with the family that he chose, made Beca feel like she wasn't good enough. Like everyone that she would ever let close would find out how worthless she is and leave her, just like her father did.

At twenty-three years old, Beca knows that this isn't a healthy feeling to have. That she would be able to find someone that would love her and wouldn't ever leave. There is still a piece of her that is stuck as ten-year old Beca, abandoned by the one man that was supposed to love her unconditionally.

Beca doesn't hold a grudge against Jason. Technically, he was around before Beca. Granted, Warren was married to Leah at the time that Sheila got pregnant with Jason, but eh…semantics. As a matter of fact, Beca and Jason have a very close knit relationship. Being only two years apart in age, they pretty much grew up together. Not in the same house obviously, but they went to the same schools for middle and high school. Beca has always been ahead of her classmates. She graduated high school when she was sixteen. So she was in Jason's classes in school. From the very beginning of being in class with Beca, Jason took his little sister under his wing and protected her. So instead of hating Jason for taking away her father, Beca loved her older brother. She actually found herself being angrier at Warren for making her go ten years of her life without knowing her brother.

Being younger than all her classmates, Beca had a tendency to be teased a lot. It didn't really help that she was exceptionally smart, making her look like an uptight Brainiac to her classmates. Jason protected his sister the best that he could, but he wasn't able to be around her twenty-four/seven. So being recklessly teased and ridiculed for being engaged in her studies, forced Beca to grow a thick skin. Part of growing that thick skin forced Beca to rethink a few things. She spent a lot of time studying so she didn't really have a group of friends. She was honestly pretty socially awkward. Her only friend through high school was Jason. Even then, he had his own group of friends that he hung out with.

Beca knew that if she adopted a "devil may care" attitude, people would leave her alone. The attitude change came with a wardrobe change. She started wearing a lot of black. She changed her make-up, wearing darker eyeshadow and thickening her eyeliner. She got ear piercings up both ears, and she even talked her mom into letting her get a few tattoos. She went from being a socially awkward Brainiac to being an essentially mute bitch. Now she wasn't a bitch really, she just had a really dry sense of humor. She had sarcastic retorts for pretty much everything, and that made her classmates perceive her as a bitch. Beca didn't really care that her classmates called her a bitch, as long as they let her alone. The majority of her high school years were spent in class or walking around campus with her headphones drowning out the noise around her.

If there was one thing that Beca loved aside from her studies, it was music. Music was Beca's life, her heartbeat. Her first tattoo was a pair of headphones on her wrist. Followed by lyrics tattooed on her shoulder. If there was one thing that Beca would've loved to do with her life, it would have been to produce music. When she wasn't studying or hanging out with Jason, she was making mash-ups on her laptop.

Beca's original plan when she graduated was to run off to Los Angeles to pay her dues and make a name for herself in the music business. By the time she graduated, Warren had made an appearance back into her life. Sure she got the random birthday and Christmas cards with twenty bucks in them but considering that he lived in the same city as she did, he didn't really take time out of his day to visit her. So needless to say, Beca was hell-bent on defying what her father wished of her.

When Beca got her early acceptance into the University of Oregon, her parents were ecstatic. When she told them that she was majoring in music technology, they were livid. Warren told Beca that she might as well get a degree in liberal arts, because majoring in music was a waste of time. Warren told Beca that he refused to pay for her college education if she chose to major in music. Little did he know that she was offered a full ride scholarship because of her academic performance throughout her schooling. So needless to say, Beca went off to the University of Oregon and declared her major in music production.

It took all of one semester for Beca to change her mind. She didn't know that it was possible, but majoring in music was making her hate everything about music. She knew that if she didn't change her major, she was going to destroy her very essence of life. She hadn't made a mix since she started classes, so she knew that something was wrong.

So Beca begrudgingly admitted defeat and went to see her dad during winter break. She told him that she was miserable and that she wanted to declare another major. To his credit, Warren never once gloated or told Beca "I told you so." He helped talk her down from her proverbial ledge and at the end of the day, it was agreed upon that Beca was going to declare her major to be in psychology.

Beca met Kevin in one of her English classes when she was doing her perquisites. He was majoring in journalism. He was four years older than Beca, in his sophomore year. He was funny, sweet and a total nerd like Beca. It didn't take Beca very long to forge a friendship with Kevin, which was not something that she normally did.

It wasn't until Kevin was a senior and Beca had turned 18 that something between them shifted.

Beca had zero experience when it came to relationships. Even the thought of having one was enough to make her sick to her stomach. It probably had something to do with her father abandoning her. Beca was convinced that putting time and effort into a relationship would end up in heartbreak eventually. She didn't really see the appeal of dealing with that crap. Plus, being so wrapped up in her studies didn't leave much time for socializing.

Regardless of her feelings about relationships, she still had needs. So the first time that Kevin kissed her, she didn't stop him. Things escalated quickly after that, and Beca ended up losing her virginity to her best friend.

Things between them luckily stayed pretty much the same. They would still hang out whenever they weren't busy studying or in class. The only noticeable different was the fact that their hangouts usually ended up in heated make-sessions or sex.

Beca was pretty sure that Kevin had more than friend feelings for her. She wanted more than anything to be able to return them, but she just couldn't. So every time that he approached the subject of them being anything more than friends with benefits, Beca would use her womanly wiles to distract him.

After Kevin graduated, he took a job working at for a magazine in Atlanta, Georgia. He promised Beca that they would still be best friends and that he would keep in touch with her. Beca wanted to believe him, but her abandonment issues made that next to impossible.

So after he left, Beca crawled back into her protective shell, shying away from human contact so she could focus on her studies.

The next four years were pretty much a blur for Beca. Between school and doing her internship for her degree, she had no spare time. Aside from the occasional call or text from her brother or Kevin, she spent those four years completely immersed in her studies.

Graduation was pretty much a blur for Beca. Yeah she got to see Kevin for the first time in four years, and Jason and his wife Kelly made the trip out to Portland to watch Beca graduate with honors.

Beca was immediately offered a job at a local hospital. She spent the next year helping out young children and teenagers that suffered from depression and the like.

By the end of Beca's year working at the hospital, she knew that she wanted to leave Portland. There wasn't anything left there for her. Her parents were there yeah, but they had their own lives and she was an adult now. So one night after too many beers, Beca looked at jobs out in Atlanta. She didn't really find anything that appealed to her. She didn't want to work in a hospital and see young kids that needed therapy after being sexually or physically abused. She just couldn't handle that anymore.

Maybe it was the beer making her light-headed or maybe she was just a little crazy. Beca gave up looking for a job and instead looked at available office spaces.

That was how Beca found herself packing up her car with her meager belongings to make the cross country trip to Georgia. Beca made the thirty nine hour drive in just four days. Stopping only when necessary to sleep.

Upon arriving in Atlanta, Beca checked herself into a hotel and promptly slept for a full day and a half.

After recovering from her long drive, Beca made her way out to the office space that she decided on. It was all ready for her to move in and furnish.

It took another two weeks before Beca's office was ready and she called her practice open for business.

So needless to say, Beca was nervous.

Not because she doubted her skills when it came to treatment. It was because she was treating someone who was diagnosed with schizophrenia. She had never had a patient that was schizophrenic before.

So she spent the entire night before their first session reading everything that she could get her hands on about schizophrenia. When she felt like she couldn't retain any more information, she attempted to get some sleep before her appointment.

The next day started off badly. Beca had slept through her alarm, waking up after eleven am. She was supposed to meet Jason and Kelly for breakfast before work, but she obviously slept through breakfast. After stumbling out of her bed, she typed out a quick text to Jason to apologize for missing breakfast and promising to make it up to them later in the week. After making amends with her brother, Beca needed coffee.

After a quick shower and thirty minutes to make herself presentable, Beca left her hotel room to head to the office. After a quick stop at Starbucks, Beca pulled into her parking spot outside of her building. She couldn't help but smile as she glanced at the window. Splayed across the glass was:

Rebecca Mitchell, M.D.

She made her way into her office, ready to take on the world.

Beca sat down at her desk, pulling the file out of her bag. She cracked open the manilla folder, eyes pouring over her patient's information.

Name: Chloe Beale
Age: 24
Hometown: Tampa, Florida.
Occupation: Pre Law student
Age of diagnosis: 15
Medications Used: Haldol

Patient presents with agitated behavior. Upon admission she revealed that she had not taken her medication in over two weeks because she wasn't crazy. Patient was brought in by her mother because she had attempted to overdose on her mother's prescription of Ambien. Psychiatric help recommended.

When she heard the tentative knock on her door thirty minutes later, her nerves made and unwanted appearance again. She quickly got to her feet, making her way to the door. When Beca opened the door to her office, her breath instantly caught in her throat. Standing in front of the door was the most beautiful girl that she had ever laid her eyes on. She had the bluest eyes that Beca had ever seen in her life.

~*~Chloe's POV~*~

If there was one thing that Chloe absolutely hated, it was therapy. Who wants to sit across from another person for an hour three times a week and be called crazy? Not exactly Chloe's idea of a fun afternoon.

The only reason that she was even here is because she was being forced. Her mother and father were threatening to have her committed. All because of the fact that she stopped taking that stupid medicine. She didn't need the damn medicine, she wasn't crazy. All it was doing was affecting her studies because it made her fall asleep in class and miss lectures. So she stopped taking the stupid pills that she didn't need. The voices were talking to her a little bit more often than normal but at least she could focus on school.

Just because her parents were forcing her to see this doctor didn't mean that she had to actually talk to the kook. Chloe made a promise to herself that she wouldn't tell this psychiatrist anything; she would just make her parents waste their money on unneeded therapy.

Chloe pulled herself out of bed that morning with the minimal amount of energy that she had. She didn't get a lot of sleep the night before because the assholes around her wouldn't shut up. After a quick shower and some breakfast, Chloe gets in her beat up car and makes her way to the psychiatrist's office. She makes her way towards the door, a grimace on her face as she fights to drown out the sounds around her.

Nerves start to settle in and get the better of Chloe as she stands outside of the office door. She stares at the plaque that reads Dr. Beca Mitchell for an ungodly amount of time. When she finally gathers the courage to knock on the office door, she is already five minutes late for her appointment.

It only takes a second for the door to open in front of her. Chloe glances up into the most beautiful blue eyes that she has ever seen. The girl is at least two inches shorter than Chloe and at least a year or two younger. The brunette smiles softly, beckoning the blonde inside.

"Hi. You must be my one o'clock. You're late."

"Hi."

Beca makes her way back to her desk, taking a seat in her plush chair. She motions for Chloe to sit down across from her, in an equally fluffy chair. Chloe hesitates for a minute before taking her seat. The brunette shuffles some papers on her desk, clearing her throat lightly.

"I'm Dr. Mitchell."

"Hi"

"You can call me Beca if you want."

"Okay"

"What's your name?"

Chloe scoffs lightly. "Isn't that information in my file?"

"Well yes. That is beside the point. This is more like an exercise to try and get to know…you know what never mind. It's not important." Beca smiles at the other girl, met with a crinkling of eyebrows and a slight scowl.

"This has to be really difficult for you. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine."

"You stopped taking your meds."

Chloe's gaze drops to her lap, hands interlocked on her thighs.

After a moment of silence, Beca clears her throat.

"Chloe?"

Chloe looks up, meeting the concerned gaze of the brunette.

"So you do know my name."

"Well yeah, it's in your file. Everything is in here."

Chloe just stares blankly at Beca, a small smirk splayed across her lips.

"Chloe Beale." Beca taps her fingers against the manilla envelope. "You have such a pretty name." Beca laughs awkwardly, a blush spreading across her cheeks.

Chloe raises her eyebrows at the brunette's words, smirk still in place.

"Oh" Beca clears her throat. "I'm not flirting with you."

Chloe laughs, deflating slightly at the brunette's words.

"I'm sorry."

Chloe drops her gaze back into her lap.

"I don't want to push you Chloe."

Chloe laughs incredulously.

"Really?"

Beca smiles. "I just want to help you. You know that right?"

A scowl forms on the blonde's face.

"Of course you do. Do they train all psychiatrists to say that?"

"No."

Chloe hums in disagreement.

"Maybe we should start with some relaxation exercises. To get you comfortable here?"

Chloe shakes her head at the brunette.

"I told you that I was fine."

"I trust you Chloe. I want you to trust me"

Chloe scoffs. "I don't even know you."

Beca raises her hands in surrender. She meets the blonde's gaze, offering a warm smile.

"Well let's change that shall we? What do you want to know about me?"

Chloe softens slightly at the brunette's words.

"Anything."

Beca stands up, walking over to an open laptop. She presses the mouse to wake the screen up. Pressing a few buttons, she opens a music program. Soft piano music begins to play in the office. Beca makes her way back to her desk.

"Well let's see here. My name is Beca Mitchell. I am twenty three years old. I was born in Portland Oregon. I started college when I was sixteen. I was a completely different person in college. I wore a lot of eyeliner and an obscene amount of black. I was moody, distant, and really socially awkward…" Beca laughs softly. "Well the socially awkwardness didn't really change, as you can see. I have four tattoos. I love music. I actually majored in music before I started studying psychology. Studying music made me start to hate music. So I knew that I had to find something else to do with my life, before I fell out of love with music. I make music in my spare time. I…

Chloe cuts Beca's sentence off at the mention of music, a bright smile crossing her face. "You make music?"

"Not very often, but yeah."

"Is it yours?"

"I'm sorry what?"

"The piano stuff that you're playing right now. Did you make it?"

Beca smiles at the blonde.

"Yeah I made it. It's supposed to help relax you. I really hope that it worked."

Chloe smiles as she watches the brunette passionately talk about her music, hands moving animatedly as she speaks.

"Sorry that I am so awkward, it's totally embarrassing."

Beca gets to her feet, making her way closer to Chloe's chair. She smiles warmly at the blonde.

"I think that it's your turn now."

Chloe sighs in exasperation. She knows that Beca won't leave her alone until she shares some information with her. She might as well get this over with so she can go home.

"I'm from Tampa, Florida. I have a younger sister named Allison. I go to law school. When I was a junior, I was in an all-female A capella group. I had red hair at the time. We were called the Bellas. The more that Chloe revealed to the brunette, the better she felt. Being around her didn't feel like being around the other shrinks that her parents had tried. Beca seemed to actually care; she was invested in what Chloe was telling her. It seemed like Beca wanted to actually know who Chloe was, she wasn't just deeming her the "crazy schizophrenic girl." Beca continued to eye the blonde carefully, completely engrossed in everything that she was saying.

"I left the group because I got nodes. I had to get surgery and I couldn't preform like they needed me to anymore, so I quit. Chloe laughs sardonically. "Music was my passion too." Beca could tell by the blonde's tone of voice that she was still upset about having to leave her group. "Um, let's see what else? Oh! I was in a spelling bee when I was in seventh grade. I lost. I mean come on, what seventh grader knows how to spell sacrilegious?" Beca laughs lightly. "I was arrested once." Chloe let the last sentence slip out with a shrug of her shoulders, like it wasn't a big deal. This made Beca very interested, perking her up.

"Oh my gosh really?" Beca was met with a quirked eyebrow and a smirk. "Me too. It's a long story. Maybe I will tell you one day." Chloe smiles softly at the brunette, nodding slightly.

Beca glances at her laptop, panic rising when she notices the time.

"Holy shit!" Chloe jumps at the slightly raised tone of Beca's voice. "I'm sorry Chloe. I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, we're out of time and I have somewhere that I need to be." Chloe nodded, standing up to hear towards the door. "I'll see you Wednesday Chloe."

Chloe raises her hand slightly. "Bye Beca." She smiles softly before heading out of the office. Beca rushes to collect her laptop and paperwork so she can head over to her brother's house.

Chloe was pretty happy to be done with her session. She wouldn't ever admit it but she was really excited to see the brunette again. She still wasn't sold on this whole therapy thing but being around Beca was refreshing. It had been such a long time since Chloe had someone who cared. Whose first response wasn't to shove pills down her throat and call her crazy. Beca made her feel safe and grounded. For the first time since she could remember, she didn't have voices around her when she was talking to Beca. It was just her and the brunette for the whole hour. She shared pieces of her life with Beca and Beca shared pieces of her life with Chloe. She listened to Chloe and she made her feel wanted, not like a burden. Chloe didn't want to put all of her eggs in one basket, but she had a good feeling about Beca Mitchell. Beca Mitchell was going to help Chloe. Of that much she was sure.

A/N 2: Alright y'all. Here it is. This is based off of Parts 1-5. I hope that you enjoyed it. It helped refresh me for my update of SHLBG. I should have that up later today. Hopefully you enjoyed this little ditty. My own take on captainpeachperfect's gif set on tumblr….you should check it out!