Title: Elevated
Rating: M
Summary: Lieutenant Beca Mitchell was one of the best fighter pilots in the US Air Force. Chloe Beale was a nurse for the Armed Forces. What happens when the two fall in love and Beca is shipped off to England to fly with the RAF? G!P Beca. Based on Pearl Harbor AU (see authors note).

A/N: WOW. IT IS GOOD TO BE BACK. I apologize for disappearing for two years, I really do. It's just, I had some stuff to figure out and I did. With that being said, I will continue Darling, You'll Be Okay. And this story. This story is based off of Pearl Harbor (movie). However, since it is AU, we either have to pretend one of two things. 1) This story is set in 1940-1945, when WWII was happening, but technology has advanced a little more since then, OR that WWII didn't happen until the future when technology is advanced. Anyway, technology is advanced for the sake of the story. Also, it's going to not follow the movie, meaning no love triangle (because I don't like writing those). And what not. ENJOY.


Chapter 1: The Air Force

Lieutenant Beca Mitchell grips onto the control wheel in her McDonnel Douglas F-15 Eagle, soaring through the skies. She turns with ease as she comes around the mountain, looking around for other planes. She flips the channel on her headset to transmit to her best friend and fellow pilot Lt. Stacey Conrad.

"All right, Stacey, let's show these city folk how we did it in Georgia." Beca focuses on the plane that's headed her direction.

"You're fucking crazy, Mitchell." Stacey says and Beca chuckles. "I'm out."

"I'm coming right at you, Conrad, so you can either hit me or we can play some chicken." Beca says, not breaking a sweat as Stacey's plane inches closer to hers.

Down on the ground, the other pilots were watching them with shock, fearing they were going to crash.

"What are they doing?" Their commanding officer Major Swanson asks.

The pilots shrug, keeping their eyes fixated on the two planes.

"Twisting my nips here, Mitchell. Which way?" Beca hears Stacey's voice

"Let's go left." Beca smirks, Stacey's plane a couple thousand feet away.

"All right, let's do it." Stacey as the noses of their planes came to be 500 feet away from each other.

Beca yanks the control wheel to the left causing the bottom of her plane to lay parallel to the bottom of Stacey's, the two only about 10 feet apart. As soon as they pass each other, Beca levels the plane out while screaming "woo" loudly.

The pilots on the ground start cheering loudly and Major Swanson's face drops.

"Look at those aces." Benji, a fellow pilot sputters out.

"What did you say?" Swanson asks, looking Benji straight in the eye.

"Nothing, sir." Benji stutters. "That's very inappropriate use of military aircraft, sir."

"That's what I thought. Send those two into my office immediately."

Stacey and Beca landed on the ground and hopped out of their planes. They were instantly greeted by the other pilots who high fived them before giving them the news that the Major wanted them in his office.

Stacey gulps loudly and watches as Beca keeps her cool. They marched into the building and entered Major Swanson's office.

They removed their hats and saluted their commanding officer before being told to stand at ease. Beca held her hat in front of her stomach as the Major started to speak.

"This ain't no crop dustin' farm, ladies. You two know better by now than to pull shit like that." Major Swanson says. "I ought to take your wings away. Explain yourselves, now."

"Sir, yes, sir. If I may, sir..." Beca speaks up, "it was my idea. I came right at Stacey and forced her to make the decision."

"Lieutenant Mitchell..." Swanson stares at her intently as the lieutenant stares straight ahead as she was taught.

"I wanted to inspire the pilots, sir. I know a lot of them fear they lack the experience to be a fighter pilot, to avoid any and all obstacles in their way, sir."

"Conrad, you're free to go." Swanson says. "Mitchell, stay in this office."

Stacey salutes Major Swanson before taking her leave out of the office.

"I should be taking your wings for this, Mitchell. But I'm not going to." Major Swanson grabs a folder on his desk and hands it to Beca. "I received a telegram, today. You've been accepted into the Eagle Squadron. Now, as your commanding officer, I am entitled to ask you rethink your proposal."

"What would you do, sir?"

"In all honesty, Beca, I would go."

1 Year Ago

Beca was thankful that basic training was over, but now she faced an even bigger problem: one last physical to get passed or declined for combat training. Beca had spent the last year of her life fighting for her wings, they meant the world to her.

"I'm going to fail." Beca deadpans as her and Stacey stand patiently in line. "They're going to take my wings."

"Just breathe normally, Mitchell." Stacey replies patting her back.

Beca's eyes wander around the hospital ward as she waits for the nurse to call the next pilot, which is her. She overhears a doctor failing another pilot and her heart sinks.

"Next!" She hears from behind a curtain. A soldier exits and Beca moves the curtain to the side to see the nurse. Her eyes immediately go wide at the sight in front of her. Doe eyes that were ocean blue, excellent jaw line, and a full upper lip; this nurse was gorgeous and Beca had to try and contain herself before the little friend in her skivies stood at full attention.

"Take this tube," the nurse says, handing Beca a breathing tube. Beca holds it up to her mouth and prays her lungs won't fail on her. "Now, when I tell you, you're going to take a deep breath in, and then exhale as forcefully as possible."

The nurse looks at the monitor, waiting for it to reset to zero. She holds her pen over the paper in front of her before announcing "now".

Beca inhales deeply and exhales as much as her lungs will allow her to. The nurse furrows her brow at the graph before looking up at Beca. When their eyes met, Beca's breathing hitched.

"Ma'am... It's not what it looks like." Beca says shakily.

"Private Mitchell, it looks like you have a breathing issue... I'm sorry." The nurse replies solemnly.

"Ma'am, please. I may have asthma and I may not be the best air breather around here, but I know what I'm here for. I came to fly, to fight, and I don't know what they tell you, but I know damn well that in that cockpit, my ability to breathe under physical pressure is not at stake." Beca explains before leaning forward toward the desk. "Please don't take my wings."

"I'm sorry, but I can't-"

"Please, ma'am... I came here to serve my country. I made it through basic training. Flying has been my whole life. Don't take that away from me." Beca hears a loud sigh before the sound of a stamp hitting her form rang through her ears. The nurse closes her folder and sends her on her way.

As she walks away, she hears the voice of another nurse speak. "Chloe, move to station B."

When Beca opens the folder, she noticed the nurse had passed her. Beca's heart fluttered at the gesture, realizing she never had a chance to thank the nurse. She turns around but noticed that 'Chloe' had already moved to a different station.

Stacey gives Beca a weird look, watching her best friend look around frantically for a station.

"Whoa. What happened?" Stacey asks.

"She passed me. I need to go thank her." Beca pats Stacey on the back. "You're good, right?" Stacey nods and Beca takes off in the direction of station B. Beca breathes loudly when she realizes she had already been at this station.

There was soldier in line when Chloe screams "next" from behind the curtain.

Beca looks at the soldier. "Wait here, private." She orders and she looks up at the taller man.

"Yes ma'am." He stutters out and Beca walks behind the curtain.

"Ma'am," Beca says as she closes the curtain.

"Drop 'em," she says as she points towards Beca's trousers.

"Right..." Beca says as she leans against the table and drops her pants. "I just wanted to thank you for earlier. You have no idea what it means to me."

"Yeah?" The redhead nurse says getting closer to Beca, watching as the brunette slightly trembles at the touch of her hand on her butt.

"Yeah. You didn't have to do that, but you did." Beca gulps. "And I just feel thankful. You won't regret this. You'll see that I'm one of the best pilots ever."

"You know... They never taught us how to deal with this feeling," the nurse leans forward and whispers in Beca's ear.

"What feeling?" Beca questions, looking at the nurse, ocean blue eyes flooding her vision.

"Well, it kind of feels like this." And with that, the nurse sticks the needle in Beca's cheek. Beca winces and groans loudly at the pain.

"That was low." Beca mutters before lifting her pants up and rubbing the cheek. "Look, ma'am..."

"Chloe." Was all the nurse says.

"Chloe." Beca repeats to herself. "I just wanted to thank you... Let's say... Dinner?" Beca vision starts getting blurry and Chloe watches as the brunette wobbles back and forth.

"No." Chloe says before watching the brunette's eyes go crooked. She pulls the chart and notices Beca had already gotten the shot. "Did you already get this shot!?"

"No?" Beca questions herself. "Look, I just... I want to-" Beca falls forward and hits her nose on the prep table, falling to the ground and yelling loudly. Everyone behind the curtain hears it and comes to aid the pilot as Chloe just shakes her head at the brunette.

Later that night...

Beca walks up to the bottom of the staircase of the hospital, holding a bag. Her nose had been bandaged up, having broken it. She waits patiently as the nurses filter out, waving at Chloe as they head down the stairs. She hears Chloe say she'll meet up with them later, and grows embarrassed as the other nurse make gestures and noises towards Beca.

"How's your nose?" Chloe jokes as she comes up to the brunette.

"Looks worse than it feels... I, uh, I got some champagne... I thought we could celebrate." Beca stumbles on her words.

"Celebrate what?"

"Well, you're like my hero. You passed me when you didn't have to. I think that deserves a drink." Beca's heart flutters when she hears Chloe agree. They sit down and Beca starts winding the cork.

"So what made you want to get into the Air Force?" Chloe asks.

"My dad. He was a pilot." Beca shrugs as she continues to wind the cork. She struggles trying to pull it out. "This damn cork." She says as it pops out and whacks her straight in the nose. "Ahh!"

"Are you okay?" Chloe asks worriedly.

"I'm fine." Beca tries to shake it off, but fails as it starts bleeding, her eyes tearing up.

"You're not fine. You're bleeding. Here, lay down." Chloe gestures to her lap. Beca lays her head down and Chloe grabs some snow, putting it up to her nose. She hears Beca groan loudly in pain. "Shh, it'll stop the bleeding."

"It hurts something fierce." Beca replies, looking up at Chloe. "God, you are beautiful it hurts."

Chloe removes the blood covered snow away from Beca's nose. "It's your nose that hurts." She laughs.

"No, I think it's my heart." Beca whispers and before she knew it, Chloe was leaning down. The nurse pressed her lips to the pilot's and Beca's heart started beating faster. She felt like she did when she was flying high in the sky. If Beca believed in love at first sight, this was it.