Wassap, aca-bitches? I got this idea in my head and it would not go away. So, you're gonna get the multi-chap TT fic you all wanted. Granted, it might not be what you had in mind, but kid!TT is too cute to argue with. Also, on a side note, all the shenanigans Beca gets herself into are based off of true stories. We'll leave it at that... Enjoy!
"Are you sure you're okay to stay with her?" Karen Mitchell asked nervously.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Mitchell! My little sister is the same age so I can deal with whatever your daughter throws at me," the blonde twelve year old grinned.
"Okay, Jane! Have fun!" Despite the girl's reassurances, Karen still wasn't sure. Beca was... different than other children her age. Especially Jane's sister Aubrey, who was very calm and well behaved. Beca had already scared off several professional babysitters.
"Will do, Mrs. Mitchell!" Jane waved as the older woman got into her car and left.
"Okay, Beca, let's- Beca? Where'd you go?" the girl whipped around, trying to find the small child who she swore was there just a second ago.
"Oh, there you are! Come down from there, Beca!" She spotted the child sitting on top of the refrigerator.
"Un-uh!"
"Beca, please!"
"Un-uh!"
"Beca!" The small girl giggled and jumped down, nearly giving Jane a heart attack.
"Hi, Janey!"
An hour later, Jane was locked out of the house, looking in through the glass of the back door. She'd tried to get Beca to take out the trash, but had ended up doing it herself. She didn't realize her mistake until she heard the lock 'click' behind her.
"Beca, please let me in!" she pleaded with the girl who was sitting in front of the locked door, smirking.
"Un-uh!"
"Beca, please!"
"Nope nope nope."
"Beca! I'll give you some treats!" Jane was near tears at this point.
"Kay!" She skipped over to the door and unlocked it.
Another hour passed, and Beca was nowhere to be found. Jane had looked everywhere but still couldn't find her. She'd even gone up and down the street trying to find her charge. She'd been helping the small brunette clean the kitchen when suddenly, no more Beca.
"Beca! Where are you? Beca, come out right this instant!" Jane was angry and upset and hot tears welled up in her eyes, spilling out and down her cheeks. Then she noticed something.
When they were cleaning, Beca had the task of organizing the freezer. The last time Jane saw Beca, the door was open. As she looked up now, the door was shut. Beca wasn't one to shut doors, she would have just run off and left it like it was.
"No way." Jane yanked open the door and there she was, grinning like she'd won a prize. Fury overcame Jane like nothing she'd ever felt.
"Beca! Get out of there this instant!"
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Mitchell, but never again! Your kid is a nightmare!" Jane called to the woman as she got out of her car. The blonde stormed off to her house across the street, fuming the whole way.
"Beca..." Karen walked in to find her daughter sitting on the couch, hands in her lap, and swinging her feet like a perfect angel.
"Hi Mommy!"
"Beca, why can't you just let someone look after you?" Karen sighed.
"I want Daddy! Not any of those sitter-babies or Janey or anyone else!"
"I know, Beca, but Daddy can't, sweetheart." The divorce wasn't what Karen had wanted for her family, but that was the way things were.
"Daddy can't, or Daddy won't?" Karen blinked at the question. She wasn't surprised though; Beca was a smart and observant girl. At five, she understood much more than any other child should have the right to.
"Your Daddy loves you, but he's far away right now. I'm sorry Becs, I know this is hard on you."
"S'okay, Mommy. Can we go to the park?" Beca patted her mother's hand and hopped up.
"I suppose we can."
"Hello, Karen." A tall blonde man sat down on the bench beside her.
"Hello, Richard. Is Aubrey here?" she smiled.
"Yes, she's over there." He indicated the tall blonde girl.
"Oh. Beca's over there by the swings being her usual, lonesome self." It was true, Beca never attempted to talk to any other children, except Aubrey, who made her play for the most part.
"I see. Still taking the divorce hard, then?" he asked apologetically.
"She scared Jane off, today."
"I know. The girl was all but throwing things around the house. Mary nearly had to restrain her," he chuckled.
Beca watched Mommy talk to Mr. Posen. He was a Daddy, but he wasn't her Daddy. She hadn't understood the difference for a while, and had kept calling him Daddy until Aubrey made her stop. Aubrey. Beca looked around and found her, hands on hips, surveying the slide. Weird. Beca decided to go mess with her. Forgoing a hello, Beca simply shoved the blonde.
"Beca! Don't do that!" Aubrey frowned.
"Why?"
"It's mean! See?" The taller girl shoved her back.
"Hey!" Beca retaliated by hitting her in the stomach. Hard. Aubrey fell down and Beca was pleased with herself for all of two seconds when Aubrey started to cry.
"I'm sorry, Bree!" Beca sat down next to her and hugged her tightly. She rubbed the girl's stomach and wiped away the tears.
"S'okay. Don't do it again, 'kay?" the blonde stuck out her lower lip in a pout.
"Does it still hurt?" Aubrey nodded her head.
"Here, I'll make it better." She lowered her head and placed a light kiss on the girl's stomach. Aubrey blushed and grinned.
"Better." Beca helped Aubrey up.
"Well, looks like they're fine on their own." Karen and Richard sat back down, both parents having jumped up after seeing the altercation.
"Let's hope so. Aubrey's the only friend Beca has. I'd hate for her to lose her," Karen remarked.
"Aubrey does have other friends, but she is so much more fond of Beca. They're good for each other."
"That they are."