A/N: Just a short orientation since I decided not to follow the Pitch Perfect plot in this one. This was supposed to be a one shot but I decided to turn this into a multi-chapter story. Inspired by the song, Lost Stars by Adam Levine.

Beca is an ex-MotoGP racer. I just like the idea of Beca into motorcycles. Anyway... You'll know what happened to her in the succeeding chapters. Chloe is a psychologist. And her relationship with Jesse is actually explained in this chapter lol. I don't want to spoil the rest.

I don't own these wonderful characters.

Here's the first chapter…

Chloe pounded her head lightly on the steering wheel and groaned. She had a night out with her co-workers and was desperate to get home. Apparently, her car is a piece of crap. She had no idea where she was. Her car broke down and the last thing she wanted to do was walk home but she was scared to do so. She called her step-brother.

"Jesse! Oh thank god…You answered. I need your help. My car broke down. I'm not sure where I am. My GPS doesn't work and I don't see any people. I'm so scared," Chloe rambled.

"Hey, calm down. Where are you exactly?" Jesse said calmly.

"I don't know. I can tell you a landmark though," Chloe squinted so she could see the unlit sign of the bar across her. "I'm right across Cherry Bomb. It's a local bar."

"Oh I know that place and I know someone nearby. I'm sending a friend to help you. Remember, be nice."

Chloe huffed, "Tell him to hurry up!"

Jesse chuckled, "Okay. Relax. Hold on. I'll call her and I'll let you know if she's on her way." With that he hung up.

Chloe didn't hear the exact words. She shrugged and waited inside her car because it was much safer.

Beca busied herself by assembling a motorcycle. It's what she did on most nights. She owned a garage and she also considered it as her home. She was working on the engine when her phone rang. She dropped the tools on the floor and wiped her greasy hands with the towel that's hanging on her shoulder. She checked the caller ID and saw Jesse's name.

"What do you want?" Beca asked nonchalantly while grabbing some tools then placed them on the table.

"Hey, Becs. My sister is kinda in trouble. Her car broke down and she's somewhere near your place. Thought maybe you could meet her? She's across Cherry Bomb."

"What's her name again? It's the redhead, right? I haven't even met her."

"Yes, it's the redhead. And her name is Chloe. I promise to pay your drink the next time we hang out."

"Fine. I'm on my way."

"Great. I owe you. Big time. I'll tell her you're on your way." Jesse said while smiling, "By the way she has a password thing. I'll text you how it's done." Then he hung up.

Beca furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and got a text message.

"What the fuck?" Beca frowned and sighed. She had put on a clean shirt, took her leather jacket and the keys from her kitchen counter then went out. She removed the sheet that covered her motorcycle then it revealed a shiny Suzuki GW250. She put on her helmet and started the engine. She accelerated as she took a left turn on her way to rescue her friend's sister.

Chloe was patiently waiting in her car and her phone beeped.

Jesse [02:08]: She's on her way.

Chloe sighed in relief. Then someone had knocked on her window. She couldn't recognize who it was because the person was wearing a helmet. She was scared. The person gestured for her to come out. Chloe sat frozen on the driver seat and took out a weapon from her glove compartment. It was a gun given to her by her dad, for self-defense purposes.

Chloe pushed the door open. The person didn't expect the sudden action and it hit her in the stomach then groaned in pain but all Chloe could hear was a muffled voice because the person had a helmet on.

"Who are you?! This gun is loaded!" Chloe warned the person.

The person stood up and gently removed her helmet. Chloe realized she was a girl. A short brunette who looked relaxed. It's like she was confident that Chloe wouldn't pull the trigger.

"Jesus, woman! Why do you have a fucking gun with you?" Beca asked with a raised voice then she calmed down. "I'm Jesse's friend. He said you needed help with your car?"

"What's the password?" Chloe asked sternly.

Beca rolled her eyes and answered, "Fart noise."

"I don't believe you." Chloe said as she moved closer to Beca and tried to scare her off.

But instead Beca raised her hands in defeat. She removed her jacket and placed her arm over her mouth. As what Jesse had instructed her, she had produced a fart noise.

Chloe lowered her gun and said, "Ok." She relaxed a bit thinking that she can trust this person. "Got a name?"

"Beca."

Chloe nodded and said, "Well, Beca-"

"I'm here to fix your car. I'll do my best though. Motorcycles are my specialty," Beca cut her off and opened the hood of Chloe's car. She inspected the engine with her pocket flashlight and had spotted the problem. "Well, you need a new fuel pump. That's for sure."

"Where the hell am I going to get a fuel pump?"

"I think I have one in my garage. For the meantime, I need to take you home safely. It's getting late," Beca closed the hood and crossed her arms, "Where do you live, Chloe?"

"I kind of just moved in the city. So I can't remember the directions and it's dark…wait how did you know my name?" Chloe quirked her eyebrow.

"Jesse had mentioned you a few times," Beca sighed, "Fine. You can crash in my place for the night. It's quite dangerous out here." She made her way to her motorcycle.

"Wait, you're riding a motorcycle?" There was uneasiness in Chloe's voice.

"Don't tell me you're one of those girls who are afraid of riding motorcycles."

"You do know how to ride this thing," Chloe gestured at Beca's motorcycle, "Is it safe?"

"Red, I've been riding these bitches for a long time."

"Just call me Chloe," Chloe rolled her eyes. Beca gave her helmet and there was a look of concern from the redhead, "What about you?"

"I think you need it way more than I do." Beca sat on her motorcycle, folded the stand and balanced the vehicle. She started the engine and looked back at the redhead who had adjusted her helmet then stared at her. "Are you coming or what?" Beca asked with a smirk.

Chloe didn't respond as she took her purse. She rode the motorcycle awkwardly. Beca was a bit annoyed with the way Chloe held her shoulder as she sat down. It took solid 5 minutes for Chloe to get settled on the motorcycle. The redhead was indeed uncomfortable because it was her first time.

"Hold on," Beca accelerated but with a moderate speed. She felt Chloe tightened her grip around her waist and Beca simply smirked.

When they reached an abandoned building, Beca unlocked the door and looked for the light switch blindly. Once the whole place was lit, she let Chloe in first.

"Welcome to my humble abode," Beca gestured for her to come in and closed the door with a padlock. She made her way to the kitchen.

Chloe looked around and recognized that it was partly a garage. She saw the unfinished motorcycle by a table of tools. She saw a computer on the other table across the room. Then there was a messy couch with a pillow and blanket.

"Do you want anything?" Beca asked from the kitchen.

"No, I'm good. Thanks." Chloe continued looking around and she saw pictures posted on the wall. Some were blueprints and she noticed the little pictures on the side. She saw a photo of Jesse and Beca together with their motorcycles. She saw a photo of a kid, probably Beca, with a woman giving her a small motorbike.

"I'm sorry if my place is a mess. I don't really invite people that much." Beca went inside a small room.

"It's okay."

Chloe was guessing it was her closet. There was something about her place. It was wide and spacious but it doesn't have a second floor and there were no windows.

Beca entered the room and she's now wearing a dirty white tank top. "You can sleep on the couch. Don't worry it's comfy," She informed her.

"I'm curious, why don't you have a bed?"

"I sleep on the couch because I think it's more convenient," Beca was standing in front of the unfinished motorcycle and studying what part was missing.

"Yeah but since I'm taking the couch, where are you going to sleep?"

Beca was getting slightly irritated. She sighed and calmed herself, "I'm okay. I sleep during the day."

"I'm just curious," Chloe mumbled. She plopped down the couch and it was comfortable.

"You can have the fuel pump by the way. You don't have to pay me or anything," Beca said as she continued assembling the engine.

Chloe turned her head and saw three trophies sitting on the corner. "What are those?"

Beca looked at Chloe and traced her eyes that were on her trophies, "Nothing." She deadpanned. Not wanting to talk about it.

"Are those trophies?" Chloe gasped, "You're a racer!" She said in excitement.

"Ex-racer."

"What happened?" Chloe asked curiously.

Beca dropped the wrench that she was holding and it hit her right foot. "Are you not going to sleep yet?"

"Oh my god, are you okay?" Chloe stood up and checked to see if Beca was alright but it would seem that the brunette ignored the pain.

"ARGH!" Beca groaned after a few seconds. She looked over at Chloe, "Yeah I'll be okay. It happens all the time."

Chloe quirked her eyebrow and rested her back at the couch. She watched Beca as she focused on building the motorcycle. The redhead couldn't help but check her out. Her skin was a bit pale and she had a toned body. Her hair was tied into a messy bun. Chloe noticed the way Beca walked but she figured it was probably because a metal tool just fell on her foot.

Chloe opened her eyes gently and realized it was morning. As her eyes adjusted with the light she noticed the post-it note that was stuck on her phone.

I went out to fix your car. There's breakfast in the kitchen. –Beca

She made her way to the kitchen and saw bacon and eggs with coffee on the table. She ate the breakfast quickly and went out to meet Beca by her car. Once she reached the place, she saw Beca closing the hood then wiped her hands.

"So is it fixed?" Chloe asked with a cheerful tone as she approached her car.

"Yep, I've put the new fuel pump and I think your car will live longer."

Chloe smiled and checked the time. She totally forgot she was going to meet Aubrey for coffee.

"Listen, I have to go. I need to meet with a friend at some coffee shop." Chloe walked towards her car and unlocked the door.

"Oh, okay. Do you know the way?"

"Yeah. I've already been there a few times. Will I see you again?" Chloe asked with a hopeful smile.

"You know where to find me," Beca smirked as she took a small bag that was filled with tools.

"I'll keep that in mind. I'm sorry if pointed a gun at you last night," Chloe giggled as she went inside her car.

"I totally understand that it was for self-defense purposes," Beca said with a small smile, "And I'm sorry if I sounded a little off last night."

Chloe rolled down the window and sat on the driver's seat, "Apology accepted. Thank you so much. You're a lifesaver."

Beca smiled and closed the door for Chloe then waved at the redhead. Chloe drove off as she watched Beca walk away from the rear view mirror. She didn't know why but part of her wants to get to know the brunette more.

A/N: Aaand what do you think? The Fart Noise password is from Pitch Perfect 2. Whoo.

I hope you liked it. I know I have two unfinished stories but don't worry; I always finish what I started. Anyway, thanks for reading! :)