Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pitch Perfect or Pitch Perfect 2 characters, locations, or event references. I am just a writer who had an idea for the Becommissar ship and I wish to share it with the world.
I hope you enjoy it! I apologize for any and all grammatical errors I may have missed, and for any plot gaps that I may have missed as well if any. Thank you and please review!
Prologue: Copenhagen, World's After Party
The Bellas gazed in amazement as they entered the hotel conference room, the venue packed with honored guests, friends, and every acapella group that participated in the World's competition. Throughout the venue were various bar tables and chairs, servers weaving their way in and out of the crowds, offering items to the guests every now and then. There was an open dance floor where the South Koreans were currently performing a dance routine as others looked on and cheered.
"Damn, this place is huge," exclaimed Emily, baffled by the sheer size of the event.
Everyone agreed as they made their way towards a cluster of bar tables, thanking anyone who would congratulate them on their win. After ordering a couple drinks from a passing server, Beca waved towards the venue's entrance, Jesse and Benji heading straight over, immediately talking about the afterparty and at how big the event was. Soon drinks were being passed around and the Bella found themselves falling in line with the rest of the party goers, making some new friends with their former competitors.
Flo had struck up a conversation with one of the Mexican members, seemingly comparing their similar backgrounds while Stacie, Jessica, and Britney were trying their hand at some Latin dancing. Cynthia-Rose had just left to take a call from her fiance, excitedly telling her about their 'epic' win on stage. Lily along with Benji and Emily were hanging out with the Canadians, exchanging beatboxing and arrangement tips for any future performances.
Beca and Jesse could only laugh as they watched a couple of the Indian boys awkward try and stray away from Chloe and Fat Amy, the two obviously drunk at this point. The laughing couple tipped their glasses to the rest of the Indian group, the group returning in kind, smiles etched across their faces as a few of them filmed the entertainment. Jesse smiled before turning to Beca, kissing her lightly on her cheek, causing her to look at him.
"Hmm?"
Jesse chuckled, "Great way to finish your senior year?"
Beca smiled, "The best."
Leaning against him, Beca took a look around the room, smiling as she thought about her life now: she had a sprouting career, loving boyfriend aca-awesome friends, and a World's title. Yep, everything was wonderful and Beca couldn't wait-
"Have you guys seen Das Sound Machine?"
Beca blinked a couple of times, pulling herself out of Jesse's embrace. Looking at Cynthia-Rose, Beca asked in confusion.
"What?"
Cynthia-Rose gestured to the room before taking a swing of the champagne in her hand.
"I don't see one black-clad, mesh-obsessed German anywhere. Do you?"
Some of the others girls had returned by this point, all of which glanced around just as Beca did. True to Cynthia-Rose's word, it seemed as though Das Sound Machine didn't show up.
Fat Amy waved off the Das Sound Machine's no show, slurring out something that sounded similar to 'sore losers' or along those lines. Chloe wrapped an arm around Fat Amy, a drink in the other hand, spouting out some agreement with the Australian. The Bellas and boys laughed as the two stumbled around, quickly forgetting about their absent rivals.
After another round of drinks, Beca leaned over to Jesse, excusing herself to the restroom. Bypassing several groups clustered around the hallway leading to the restrooms, Beca walked into the vacant room, pausing as a couple of girls walked out. As Beca went about her business, a tall, blonde woman followed in after her, her companion watching her enter the room from a distance.
Inside the restroom, the blonde quietly locked the door, watching as Beca washed her hands, oblivious to her new admirer.
"I believe a congratulations is in order, Tiny Maus."
Beca jumped at the alto voice that echoed around the room, locking eyes with tall blonde through the mirror, a smirk ever present on her face.
"Kommissar..." mumbled Beca, flicking her wet hands before nervously turning around to face the German fully. It was only then that Beca noticed she wasn't clad in their signature black, mesh ensemble. In fact, with her hair down, blue jeans and white blouse, Kommissar looked almost normal.
"Tiny Maus?"
Beca shook her head, startled as a blush began to paint her cheeks, realizing she's been staring at Kommissar for the past couple of seconds.
"I'm sorry, you just look like an angel I couldn't help it...uh, I mean, you just look so hot! I mean fine! Wait, no, um.. I'm just going to shut up now..."
Beca turned her head, letting out a small curse for her lack of filter; however, before her mental war could go any further, laughter disrupted her internal fight. Looking up, Beca's heart melted at the sight of Kommissar laughing, freely without a care in the world. Kommissar got her laughter under control, smiling as she walked towards Beca.
"You truly are amusing, Tiny Maus, and I do thank you for all your compliments. They are quite flattering."
Beca flushed even more as Kommissar stood before her, the shorter girl feeling cornered as she leaned against the sinks.
"Why-Why are you here you-you...German goddess? Damnit."
Kommissar smirked, " As I said, a congratulations is in order, Tiny Maus. So here I am, saying my congrats to you and the Bellas."
Beca smiled, ready to automatically say a thanks, but she paused as she tried to wrap her head around what Kommissar was saying exactly.
"Wait, what? I thought you guys hated us. I mean, all the insults, beat downs. Don't get me wrong they made you sexy as hell but...wait I didn't mean-"
"Relax, Tiny Maus," chuckled Kommissar, her eyes sparkling as she situated herself next to Beca by the sinks.
"We were simply using intimidation tactics against you and the Bellas, a way to scare off the competition so to speak. Sometimes it works, sometimes it drives other teams to work harder to make us...what's the phrase...feed our words?"
Beca chuckled, "I think you mean, eat your words."
"Ah! Yes that! Eat our words," Kommissar shrugged, "It seems as though we definitely did after this. You won splendidly. We knew the moment you finished the song we were defeated. While we, of course, hate failure, we did admit you...ah 'showed us up'...yes, that's it. As such, we have come to admire you and the Bellas and you're...carefree approach to each performance. Not our way at all, but an admirable approach."
Beca rubbed the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed by the praise.
"Ah, thanks...but ah, where's the rest..."
"The rest of DSM?" asked Kommissar, as Beca nodded. "Most of them are probably in their rooms, either sleeping or getting ready for our flight back home."
Beca looked at Kommissar in confusion, urging her to continue.
"Ah, even though we did not win World's, we still have a performance waiting for us back in Heidelberg. At their university to be exact. Their music program is quite extensive. Anyways, our flight is in about two hours, so majority of us decided just to rest before our flight."
Silence filled the restroom as Kommissar finished her story, the two not knowing what else to say.
"So...why are you here?"
Kommissar tensed as Beca sneaked a glance at the German, regretting it the moment their eyes locked again, an intensity hidden behind those blue eyes. Captivated, Beca didn't notice how Kommissar pushed away from the sinks, moving closer to the Bella until they were just a few inches from one another.
She really does smell like cinnamon...
Beca's breath hitched as she felt Kommissar's hand on her cheek, softly caressing it.
"I..." Kommissar whispered, never breaking contact with the brunette, "I wanted to see you...at least one last time before we part."
Kommissar moved her hand to brush some of Beca's hair away.
"I've always enjoyed our encounters, Beca..."
Beca's jaw slightly dropped at the sound of her name coming from Kommissar's lips, a new blush forming as she noticed how Kommissar's eyes shifted to her lips. Eyes widening, Beca stood frozen (or half melting, she wasn't sure) as Kommissar drew closer, her eyes fluttering as she held Beca in place. For Beca, her heart was racing at the speed of light and her mind was rapidly going through all the pros and cons of this event.
Oh my god, she's going to kiss me...this flawless creature is about to kiss me! Ugh, Chloe would kill me if she knew I was fraternizing with the enemy again. But I mean DSM is a former rival now and she got over the whole fraternizing thing when Jesse and I...oh god, JESSE!
Beca jerked away at that thought, gasping out a quiet 'stop.' Kommissar froze in place, her head tilted and hand holding the empty air now.
"I...I can't. It's-"
Kommissar cupped Beca's face, forcing the girl to stop her explanations and to hold still as the blonde pressed their foreheads together. Kommissar let out a shaky breathe.
"Ja, of course. That boy, the one who came here with you...Jesse, I believe. You are his, no?"
Without even waiting for a response, knowing the answer, Kommissar leaned up and placed a delicate kiss on Beca's forehead, holding it for a few seconds before letting her go. Without a word, Kommissar unlocked and opened the door back to the party, the music and chatter filling the restroom.
A random girl murmured a 'thanks' to Kommissar before squeezing her way in, entering one of the stalls in the back, oblivious to the tension that surrounded the two previous occupants. Kommissar tilted her head towards Beca, back turned and eyes diverted away.
"Vielleicht in einem anderen Leben, kleine Maus. Bis dahin träume ich von dir..."
With that, Kommissar left, the door closing behind her, casting the restroom back into silence. Beca leaned against the sink behind her, her heart pounding and aching slightly at what just happened, her mind still not fully aware of what just occurred, or nearly occurred. The sound of a toilet flushing shook Beca from her haze, bringing her back to reality. Shaking her head, she headed out, beelining it to her table.
Beca let out a smile as she returned to table, her friends recapping the conversation she missed. Jesse laughed a little before pulling Beca back to his side, his attention focused on the survival story Flo was explaining. Beca just smiled as she listened in on her friends' conversations, her thoughts running like a mantra.
You did the right thing, Beca. You have Jesse, the Bellas, and a career. You did the right thing in turning Kommissar away. She's always been in your head and now you pushed her out. You did the right thing. Besides, you'll probably never see her again.
Beca ignored the slight tug her heart did at that thought, focusing more on the now and on the fact Chloe was slouched over some of the English contestants, nuzzling their thighs. Laughing, Beca and the others went to get their co-leader out of trouble, never noticing a pair of blue eyes that followed her every movement from the exit door.
I wish you all the best, Beca Mitchell. I hope you find everything you've ever dreamed of.
Hey, so what do you guys think? Please, I welcome all sorts of feedback! I wasn't completely satisfied with how this turned out, but I knew if I didn't post it now, this story would've never made it here. Thank you again for reading! Please Review! (Not that I haven't said this like ten times...sorry).
P.S. The German phrase basically translates to the following:
" Maybe in another life, Little Mouse. I'll dream of you until then."
Thank you Silver-Eyed-Rukia for the correction!