Hey guys! This was just an idea I couldn't shake, and I thought it would make a cute story. Bechloe is so cute, and adding sickness and doting girlfriends into the mix makes for better stories! I also think that Beca and Stacie would make really great roommates, and wrote them to have a very playful-mean friendship. Hope you enjoy :)

6.23pm

The third time in the last minute that Beca released a long, loud sigh from her seat at the library desk, Chloe forced her own pencil down and turned to look at her girlfriend. It took a few seconds for Beca to recognise the redhead staring at her out of the corner of her eye.

"You ok there?" Chloe asked, the tiniest hint of irritation creeping into her voice.

Chloe's last and hardest final was scheduled for the next morning. The two were in the library, much to Beca's dismay. She had tried to convince Chloe that the best thing to do now was to get good food and an early night's sleep but the redhead was adamant about cramming in more study. Beca didn't have another exam for a few days. Despite her desire to keep Chloe company in her stress, she was slowly losing her mind in the intensely quiet space.

Beca looked at Chloe with apologetic eyes and nodded, straightening herself up as she focused back on her laptop, trying to remain quiet. She knew she couldn't concentrate on studying, she hadn't felt great for the past few hours, so instead decided to work on her mixes as she plugged in her headphones.

Five minutes later and Chloe had once again forced her pencil down. Beca's incessant tapping of the keys to mix the songs at the perfect spot reverberated incredibly loudly in the silent study space. This time it took a lot longer for Beca to notice Chloe, having become so lost in the music. Chloe knew she was over stressed, but the longer it took for Beca to pay attention to her stare, the more she felt like the younger girl was intentionally trying to mess with her. When Beca did notice her, she immediately took off the headphones and shut off her music software, crossing out that distraction in her head. She sent a sheepish apologetic face to Chloe who just turned back to her work.

Beca didn't even last another five minutes before she shut her laptop down completely, needing to get out of there. She leaned in towards Chloe, keeping her voice to a whisper.

"I think I'm just going to go –"

"I think that's a good idea." Chloe replied straight away, cutting off the rest of Beca's sentence as she continued to stare at her book.

Beca forced back an eye roll, she knew Chloe was really stressed and decided to let it slide, not bothering to finish her sentence about needing to leave because she was feeling off. She quickly gathered her things, feeling worse for wear as the minutes drew on. Getting to her feet and leaning over to Chloe, she pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. If Chloe had leant her head into Beca's affection like she usually did she might have realised how much her girlfriend was burning up.

When Beca had exited the building, Chloe sighed and tried not to focus on her less than nice attitude towards Beca that afternoon. She didn't mean to get short with her, but this final was her hardest one yet. She focused back to her work, convinced that Beca understood her stressing out, and they would be back to their happy adventurous selves once her exam was finally over.

2.30am

"Beca? What did I say about throwing parties in here without me?" Stacie asked as she opened the door to their shared dorm to a sight and smell she did not expect at 2.30am.

With all of Beca's bedding thrown to the floor and the lingering smell of vomit in the air Stacie could have been right in her joking statement of walking into the aftermath of a party. However when she heard a small groan coming from the bathroom followed by the distinct sound of someone vomiting into a toilet bowl, she sought out the wellbeing of her roommate.

"You look like shit." She stated as she entered the bathroom, looking down at Beca who was in sweats, huddled over the toilet bowl. However her statement was followed by love, as she couched down behind Beca and gently tied her hair back, squeezing her shoulder before sitting on the floor against the shower.

Beca mumbled out a reply that somewhat sounded like "Dude, shut up," before heaving once again into the bowl.

"Do I even want to know what happened?"

Beca groaned as she leant herself away from the toilet, resting her head against the cool bathroom tiled walls behind her. "Your guess is as good as mine. Been like this all evening till now."

"All evening? Why is there no redhead here fussing over you every time you move?"

"She's got her last final tomorrow. She was like next level Aubrey stressed this afternoon."

"Have you at least called her? You know she would want to know you were this sick."

Beca didn't reply, choosing to close her eyes and block out the light of the bathroom as she tried to hold the contents of her stomach in.

Stacie pressed on. "Beca, you should call Chloe."

Beca shook her head, immediately regretting the action as it surged on her headache. She took a few deep breaths. "No Stacie. It's fine, I'm ok really. Besides it has to be late."

"Yup, it's 2.30am."

"What were you doing? You've been gone since before I was home."

Stacie grinned. "Oh you know, a bit of this, a bit of that."

Beca smirked with her eyes still shut. "Ok hunter. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go back to dying."

Stacie got up and walked to where Beca's blankets were strewn everywhere. She picked up one and brought it back into the bathroom, laying it around Beca's shoulders.

"Thanks dude." Beca smiled at the gesture.

"Are you sure you're going to be ok?"

"Yeah Stace, it's probably just a virus. Go and sleep, if you even can over these ungodly sounds."

9.30am

Chloe couldn't remember the last time she was this stressed and nervous. The fact that she kept checking her phone every minute didn't help her.

"Turn it off, it's not going to be any help to you now." Aubrey said as she came to the pacing redheads side. It was Aubrey's last final that day as well, both of their exams starting in less than 30 minutes.

Chloe sighed and supposed she was right. She was disappointed Beca hadn't texted or called since she left the library the previous day. Maybe her attitude to her was worse than what she originally thought.

"Chloe, come on."

"Ok, ok fine. There, it's off."

"Knowing Beca, she's going to be sleeping until midday. I'd be surprised if she even knew it was finals week."

Chloe shoved Aubrey playfully as she smiled slightly, hoping nothing was actually wrong.

Aubrey wasn't technically wrong – Beca was asleep. Just not in her ideal circumstances. She had finally passed out at around 6am, the exhaustion of heaving and vomiting for 12 hours catching up with her.

Stacie had woken up at 9am, surprisingly having slept like a baby despite Beca's noise in the bathroom. She checked in on her roommate, and saw her slumped against the bathroom wall, blanket haphazardly thrown across her legs. Stacie gently rearranged the blanket to cover her properly and then left with her gear to take a shower in Amy's dorm, not wanting to wake Beca up.

11am

When Stacie retuned after a shower and impromptu brunch with a few other Bellas who had all ran into each other in the hall, she decided it was best to move Beca to her bed, before she got a neck injury from the bathroom wall. Halfway through Stacie moving her however, Beca woke up and emptied what little was left in her stomach into the toilet. Not even having the strength to fight Stacie, Beca slumped against her side and let her guide her to her bed. She hit the bed and groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes.

"Badass Beca, struck down by her own body."

"Fuck off Stacie."

Stacie grinned at Beca's reply and threw her blankets over her. She put water and a bucket down beside Beca's bed and gathered her books, going to sweet talk the guy (who so confidently stated last night he had gotten an A+ in the paper she was taking) for his notes.

3pm

Chloe was so relieved and happy that her last final was out of the way that it wasn't until an hour into celebrating with Aubrey and a few other girls from their classes that she realised she hadn't even turned her phone back on. Expecting at least one text or missed call from Beca, her face slumped to a frown when she realised the younger girl hadn't tried to contact her.

Aubrey noticed the change in Chloe's demeanour and turned to face her more, leaving the other girls chatting in their conversation.

"What is it?"

"Oh it's nothing." Chloe looked up to find Aubrey quizzically looking at her. "Ok, it's just that Beca hasn't called or texted since yesterday afternoon. I suppose I expected a good luck or something at least."

"Weren't you with her yesterday studying?"

"Well I was studying, Beca wasn't quite there. Come to think of it she wasn't being chatty distracting like usual. She was pretty quiet actually. I may have let my stress boil over once or twice."

Aubrey smiled, if anyone knew about stress, it was her. "Chloe, just call her ok? You two never fight, all she needs to hear is your happy mood and she will come right. Maybe she can join us here."

Chloe felt relieved at Aubrey's words, and smiled at the fact that her girlfriend and best friend were now friends, although they loved to tease each other at every possible chance. She hit call next to Beca's name and waited. When she heard Beca's sarcastic answer phone message she tried not to frown again. Waiting another 2 minutes, she decided that she would call one more time.

Stacie had returned back to the dorm, feeling successful with study notes in hand. She had hoped to find her sick roommate still sleeping, but heard the sound of vomiting before she had even entered the room. Beca had managed to tell her she had been sleeping up until about 20 minutes ago, when she woke up feeling just as bad as the previous night.

Stacie had to admit that Beca even looked worse, her face pale and her body dwarfed even smaller than usual by the warm clothes and blankets on her. She moved to cover up the window to block out the sunlight and walked back to the door to dim the light switch when she felt a vibration by her foot. Looking down she noticed Beca's bag, which Beca had chucked down by the door as soon as she had gotten home the previous evening. Stacie and reached into it and grabbed Beca's phone, which showed Chloe's face smiling on the screen as she called her.

"Beca, Chloe is calling…oh." Stacie stopped as the call ended, evidently meaning she had only picked up the phone towards the last part of the call. "Want me to call her back for you?"

"No." Beca groaned out.

Stacie sighed. "Beca, stop being such a stubborn ass. You need to let Chloe know what's going on."

Beca took her hands off her face and used the little strength she felt she had to prop herself up on her shoulders. "Dude look at me, I'm a mess. Besides, Chloe will be celebrating finishing finals and I'm not going to burden her with my shit."

Stacie sat down on the edge of Beca's bed. "Beca, have you met your girlfriend? This is literally Chloe's element, she loves taking care of people. If she knew you were here suffering and she didn't know about it she would be so sad. You don't want to make Chloe sad do you?"

Beca groaned and dropped herself back on her pillows, hating that pretty much all of the Bellas knew how whipped Beca was for Chloe.

"Nobody is calling Chloe."

Stacie was about to reply when Beca's phone started vibrating in her hand again, once more showing Chloe's face on the screen. She smirked and showed Beca. "Well luckily Chloe is calling us."

"Stacie do not answer the phone."

"What are you going to do about it? Come and stop me?" Stacie asked as she stood up from the bed, taking a few steps back knowing full well Beca didn't have the energy to move from her current position. She hit accept on the phone and was almost too cheerful in her greeting when she remembered despite their banter Beca was really sick, and needed Chloe to take care of her.

"Hi Chloe."

"Oh! Stacie, hi. Is everything ok?"

Stacie looked at Beca who had once again leant over the bed, feeling as though she would vomit again. "I don't know Beca, would we say everything was ok?"

She almost laughed as Beca vomited into the bucket once more, holding her middle finger up at Stacie whilst doing so.

Chloe's voice turned concerned on the phone. "Stacie what's going on? Is that vomiting? Is it Beca? Is she ok what happened?"

"It's ok Chloe, don't panic. Your stubborn girlfriend has had a vomiting bug since yesterday but she was too much of a hero to tell you. It doesn't seem to be getting any better though, and all jokes aside she really needs to get healthy because our philosophy final is 2 days away."

Stacie heard the rustling of a bag and a quick goodbye to someone who sounded like Aubrey when Chloe spoke again. "Since yesterday? Ok I am on my way. Tell her any attempts at resisting my care will be futile so she better just accept it is happening."

"I knew we'd be on the same wave length Chloe. See you soon."

Beca looked up to Stacie when she hung up the phone, now curled in the fetal position. "Tell me again, why am I friends with you?"

Stacie rolled her eyes good naturedly. "Because I am about to go and clean out this gross bucket so you feel like you'll retain some cred with your girlfriend if you don't lose your stomach again before she gets here."

Before Chloe got to their room, Beca dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She regretted looking in the mirror and was sure it was death itself and not her own reflection staring back. Too exhausted to do anything about it she walked back to her bed and on the way to sitting down had a dizzy spell that almost sent her to the floor.

"Whoa, whoa easy Beca." Stacie ran a few steps to catch her from falling to the floor. She had just entered the room again, clean bucket in hand which she dropped behind her. She guided Beca to lie down again, pulling the blankets on top of her and getting a whiff of mint toothpaste at the same time.

"You brushed your teeth for me? Beca, you shouldn't have."

"Again Stacie, fuck off."

"Here, can you sit up enough to take these? If you're going to try and hold your vomit down for Chloe you might as well try and hold the pain killers down at the same time." Stacie said as she gave Beca two pain killers and a cup of water. Beca did so, and sipped slowly at the water until (under the glare of Stacie) she had finished the whole cup. She then pulled the blankets up to her chin and covered her face with her hands, feeling like it helped her pounding headache.

"This is it, this is the end." Beca groaned.

Stacie rolled her eyes and joked, "Damn girl, only 1 day of straight vomiting is all it takes for you to lose your badass demeanour."

"I'm still a badass." Beca grumbled.

"Whatever you say Beca. Let's see how the badass fairs when her girlfriend shows up."

Stacie grinned to herself in silent triumph when she opened the door for Chloe 10minutes later and just as she predicted, Beca turned into a sad, little, stubborn mess.

"Your patient is awaiting her special nurse." Stacie smiled as she stepped to let Chloe in, revealing Beca (or what you could see of her under all the blankets in bed).

It was pretty effing cute, Stacie had to admit, the way that Chloe's eyes just grew full of love and concern when Beca's little head arose from out of the blankets and saw her. Stacie couldn't resist a final joke between her two good friends before she would leave them in peace.

"She's been very brave and I even told her she could get a lollipop when she's feeling better." Stacie said as she patted Beca's head, laughing. She only had to make a small step back at Beca's feeble attempt to whack her leg in retaliation.

Beca pouted at Chloe and Stacie laughed more as she picked up her bag. "Well as much as I would love to stay and watch Beca the badass lose more cred, I've got…things to do." She said with a glint in her eye.

Chloe smiled and hugged her. "Thank you Stacie, it means a lot to know you looked out for her."

"Yeah thanks fucker." Beca said with a small grin on her face. "You're the best."

"I know." Stacie said as she flounced out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Chloe sat down on the side of the bed, and reached out to brush Beca's hair out of her face.

"Hi." She murmured softly.

"Hi." Beca replied, closing her eyes in contentment as Chloe's gentle fingers brushed through her hair.

Chloe stopped her movements, placing the back of her palm along Beca's forehead. "Baby you're really hot."

Beca smirked, surely Chloe knew she walked into this one. "What can I say Chlo, you pick 'em well."

Chloe let out a laugh before she stood up from the bed and Beca looked at her with big eyes. "Where are you going?"

Chloe just about melted on the spot. Beca was never this let down with her guard but was clearly so exhausted she didn't have the energy for her badass front.

She crouched down back beside Beca and kissed her forehead gently. "It's ok Beca I'm not leaving, just give me one minute."

She returned from the bathroom with water and a cool flannel in hand, something her Mom used to do for her when she was sick. She rearranged the blankets on Beca's bed and gently got in the other side, laying the flannel on Beca's warm forehead. Beca sighed at the relief it brought her.

Chloe lay down beside Beca and rested her head on her hand so they could meet eyes.

"I'm sorry I'm ruining your first afternoon of freedom."

Chloe shook her head. "Beca, no. There's nowhere else I would rather be, you know that. I'm sorry for being so stressed yesterday in the library. I took it out on you and if I had relaxed and listened to you I would have noticed you were getting sick."

"It's ok Chlo, you don't have to worry about that." Beca replied, genuinely meaning it. She shut her eyes as a small wince came over her face. "How…how was the exam?"

Chloe gently shushed her. "It went good, but don't worry about that right now. We need you better first. Can you sit up for me and drink this water? Then we're both going to have a nap ok?"

She gently coaxed Beca up so she could drink the water. When Beca had finished, she lay back down with Chloe and curled into her. Chloe wrapped an arm around her front and placed a gentle kiss behind her ear, hoping they would at least get a couple of hours rest.

5pm

Chloe had woken up and gently slipped out of the bed to gather a few things up while Beca still slept. A few minutes later she saw Beca wake with a start and reach blindly down for wherever the bucket was. Chloe grabbed it from the floor and placed it in Beca's hands. The younger girl heaved, but it appeared her stomach had nothing more to give.

"Let it out, Beca."

"I'm trying." Beca grumbled and lay back down, her arm coming over her face again.

"How are you feeling?" Chloe asked, sitting on the edge of the bed once more.

Beca shrugged. "Je fatigue."

Chloe laughed. "You're such a weirdo. At least something stuck with you from French class?"

"What are you doing out of the bed?"

"I thought maybe we could give Stacie some space and peace here and we could go back to my place. You think you're up to a walk across campus?"

"Maybe if we move like super slowly. I don't know how keen Aubrey will be for someone vomiting all up in her place though. Or you for that matter. You don't have to stick around for –"

Chloe cut her off mid sentence. "Baby I told you, none of that. Wherever you are, I want to be. And if that means quiet cuddles for the foreseeable future then I would take that any day. Besides, Aubrey has nothing to complain about when it comes to vomiting."

Beca snorted, agreeing.

30 minutes later, the two girls had arrived at Chloe and Aubrey's place. It was a mix between an apartment and a dorm but it had everything the girls needed. Chloe had told Beca a warm shower would make her feel better. She was sitting on the couch with the tv playing softly when Beca came back out, her hair damp and her body dwarfed in one of Chloe's old Bellas sweatshirts. The shower had made her clean, but her body was still betraying her. All it took was one open arm invitation from Chloe for the younger girl to sandwich herself in between Chloe's legs, leaning back into her and closing her eyes.

When Aubrey got home half an hour later she smirked, although also had to admit (never out loud) that the sight was quite cute. Beca was asleep, laying on Chloe and swamped in her clothes and blankets as Chloe ran her fingers through Beca's hair, watching the quiet tv. Beca looked like the picture of vulnerability and innocence, and Aubrey couldn't pass up the opportunity. She grabbed her Polaroid camera and got Chloe's attention, who looked down lovingly at Beca as Aubrey took the picture.

"How is she?" Aubrey murmured, as she grabbed the photo when it came out of the camera.

"I'm hoping it will be gone by tomorrow. Although she hasn't eaten so that will be a new challenge."

"You know if I didn't think Beca would be here, I wouldn't have known that was her." Aubrey stated, looking at a Beca with no makeup, a pale face, and small features hidden by blankets.

Chloe smiled. "I know right? Isn't she the cutest thing."

Aubrey rolled her eyes playfully and smirked down at the picture that had developed in her hand. She had an idea, and taped the photo to their fridge, writing a caption on the bottom. That would be amusing, she thought, whenever Beca noticed the photo with the caption "Sickness 1, Badass Beca 0."

There you have it! Make sure to let me know whether you want to see more sick fics, and what situations! I'm pretty keen to write a lot of one shots on this topic. Personally I think Beca makes for a hilarious, stubborn patient, but it would be interesting to see how it works when the tables are turned. All reviews are welcome :)