Quick update: I made a subtle change.

I don't own anything about Pitch Perfect 2. Also, loosely based on the Bechloe family AU + timetravel thingy. Eliseboobman, if you're reading this, it's an honor. Also, please don't get mad at me, time travel idea I got from you.


Mom, please wake up. Mom! Mom! Please, wake up.

And they began taking me away, away from my mom.

No, don't. I wanna stay! Let go of me!

I was fighting them, whoever they were. I didn't want to leave my mom. Not like this.

Let go of me! Mom, wake up! Please wake up!

I was fighting them in between sobs.

"Emily," I heard a faint whisper. And I was still fighting. Who? I wasn't so sure. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I sat up catching my breath, tears were flowing. I looked at the source of the whisper, it was my mom. Well, my other mom. Beca. Beca Mitchell. I looked at her and I saw the pain in her eyes, the pain that never left ever since.. ever since. I sobbed. No, I cried. Wait, I was bawling. It just really hurt even after so many years. My mom tried wiping some of the tears away and gave me a warm embrace. There was a faint smell of alcohol. I hugged her back, I held her tight. My door gently opened, I knew because a bit of light peeked through it. I looked up and I saw my sister, it was Maddie.

Maddie.

Her red locks reminded me so much of her. Her eyes. She got her eyes from her. Her eyes were a bright blue, with eyelashes so long. She was a mini her, they said. They were red from crying, I just knew. She would usually wipe it before showing herself to other people. She didn't want them seeing her cry. My mom saw her and ushered her to come over. She walked slowly, trying to stop herself from crying when my mom, our mom, pulled her in for an embrace. "Hey you," She whispered, tucking a loose red lock behind her ear. "Had a bad dream too?"

Maddie just nodded. Our mom tried her darn best to hug us both, even with her tiny frame (and I mean tiny. Sometimes I even wonder how in the world I came out of her and then I remember. Right, I didn't. You see, I'm adopted. I met my two new moms when I was five and I've had the best life ever since. Well, not until my mom... You know.) I hated seeing us three like this. We were all in pain. We all felt sorrow. We wanted her back.

It was in the midst of the presence of my family, my sister Maddie and my mom Beca, when it hit me. I wanted the pain to go away. And if only I could travel back in time to change the course of history (or the future, it's really confusing), I would. It doesn't even matter if my parents don't end up together, as long as they're both alive. At least I know they're there. That's enough for me.

So there I was, browsing through the internet at 2AM. Who would have thought googling "Time machine for rent" would yield millions of results. If only time traveling was as simple as driving a car through a thunderstorm like in that movie, Back to the Future. Sheesh, I've been hanging out too much with Uncle Jessie.

It was weird when I held it in my hand. I didn't expect it to be so… tiny, like a troll. No, a troll is too big. More like a… fairy. Yeah, that's it. But really, it's a chip as in like a microchip. Who would have thought time machines could be this small and unassuming?

"So I just hold this in my hand?" I asked the old man. Well, he wasn't really that old.

"Yes." He answered with a thick accent of something, I couldn't tell.

"And then…?" These things should come with a manual.

"You just think the period you want to go to and poof, you move back in time."

"And that's it?"

"Yes."

"How does it know?"

"You would not understand so I won't even try explaining to you."

"How do I get back to the now?"

"You use the same chip. But chip can only be used twice. One traveling to past. The other to get back."

"Have you tried it?"

"Before, yes."

"Oh, what was it like?" Aside from a manual, it would be better to have free demos.

"Like a heated mess. You don't want to know."

"Oh, but I do want to know."

"Let's just say, I've been racking my brain how to undo what happened because the effect was too messy."

"What do you mean? Can't you just go back and undo what you did?"

This incredibly tall man, who called himself Flula, gave out a laugh. "Crazy youngster. Rule number 1 in time travelling. If you've done something in the past, you can't undo it directly."

"What do you mean, directly?"

"Okay, for example. You meet the past you as you travel in the, well, past. And that event has had repercussions in the future, the now. You can't go back in time to not meet yourself. Someone else must do something to prevent that from happening. So, you indirectly undo the deed." He emphasized the word indirectly.

"What happens if I don't follow that?"

"More heated mess. There will be chaos. Crazy youngster, just listen to me. Don't even try thinking about it, it will make your head hurt."

"Okay… how do I know if I have changed anything?"

"You will know. Trust me, you will know."

"How?"

"You will know."

"Okay. So... how do I know if this will actually work?"

"Haven't you seen the feedback on my site? I'm a trusted seller."

"Yeah, but…okay. How much is it again?"

"For you, free. I give you free chip just once, okay?"

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Positive. Now you go now, before I change my mind." He was ushering me out of the coffee shop we were in.

I stepped out into the park and looked at my surroundings. I'll be leaving this time soon. And I couldn't believe it. I was about to time travel! A part of me was excited. I mean, how different will it be, the now from the past? A bigger part of me, though, was scared as hell. I began walking towards my house. If I was going to do this, I had to do it soon before I changed my mind because thoughts were racing in my head.

What if I don't get back? What if I'm stuck in the past? What if I end up in a period that I'm not supposed to be in, like, what if I meet Jesus? Oh God. I mean, Oh Jesus. What if it doesn't change anything? And what did he mean I will know?

What exactly is my plan anyway? Go back in time and prevent the accident from happening? But I can't undo what I did. I cringed at the thought, I can't undo what I did.

Mom, look out!

We were rushing to the hospital. My mom was about to go into labor and my other mom was on tour with a new artist. She didn't want to go on that tour because my mom was expecting in a few weeks and she wanted to be there when it happened but she couldn't. My mom wasn't supposed to go into labor, not until the following week. So when she woke me up in the middle of the night, telling me we had to go to the hospital stat, I wasn't sure what to do.

She drove like a crazy woman (well, she is sometimes. No, she was. She was, sometimes.)And I must have been sleepy or dreaming or something, but there was something or someone that suddenly appeared, as in magically appeared in the middle of the road. And that's when I shouted, "Mom, look out!"

I grabbed the wheel and turned it. I must have done something wrong (I was eleven) because we hit the oncoming traffic. I blacked out after that.

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. I can't undo what I did. That tall man made that clear. So, I can't travel to that period.

But I need to stop the accident from happening. So I need to stop what happened before that. I had to stop my mom from going into labor? So I would need to figure out when they both decided they wanted a second child. But, I'll be erasing Maddie.

Oh, I know.

What if, I travel to the period when they finally got together? Like when they got married. Or when they fell in love. What if I prevent that from happening? Oh wait, I know what I have to do. I'll stop them from falling in love then everything else won't have to happen. If only to keep my mom alive, if only to save my mom from the pain of losing her. Even if it means erasing me in the future. Wait, what? Shit.