Title: I May Be Bad, But...
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Aubrey/Beca
Rating: light R
Summary: Aubrey runs into a suspiciously acting Beca. Questions are asked. But the answer isn't what Aubrey is expecting.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~1,550
Spoilers: first half of the movie
A/N: Prompt from Kiarcho: Because I read prankster!Rachel...Aubrey catching Beca while she is doing a prank on the Trebles...she joins in (and that's how their relationship started)
2nd A/N: I have no idea if this prank would work in reality. Also, I am not endorsing any element of this prank.
Aubrey is leaving the library when she sees Beca pulling a large suitcase towards the Treble Maker house. Fearing that she's about to do something unforgiveable, like hook up with that Treble that follows her around like a puppy, Aubrey changes directions and moves to intercept.
And it's not like Aubrey cares who Beca sleeps with; as long as it's not a Treble Maker.
"Hello Beca."
"Aubrey. Hi." Beca stops walking. "How's it, uh, going?"
"I'm fine. "You?
"I'm fine as well," Beca replies, a bit too nonchalant. "Yep. Just fine."
"Taking a trip?" Aubrey asks.
"What? Of course not."
Aubrey raises an eyebrow and gestures to the suitcase.
"Oh. I was, uh... feeling lazy. Didn't feel like actually carrying my stuff."
Aubrey crosses her arms and continues to stare.
"...exercise," Beca offers weakly. "I'm pulling the suitcase for the... uh, weight resistance."
Aubrey still doesn't respond, simply continues to stare and wait.
"Fine," Beca huffs. "But you're not stopping me, so please don't bother trying."
Well that's certainly not reassuring. "We'll see." Please don't let her be running to that punk kid, Aubrey thinks.
"I'm going to prank the Treble Makers."
"Excuse me?"
Beca nods. "They need to be taken down. What happened at the Riff Off cannot go unpunished."
"That I can agree with," Aubrey says. "What do you plan on doing?"
"Fucking with their hot tub."
Before she can stop herself, Aubrey asks, "Need help?"
"Um... really?"
Aubrey nods.
"Then, yeah. That would be, um, aca-awesome."
Aubrey nods and falls into step with Beca. They walk in silence and it might be the first time that they've been alone together and not argued. It's nice. Aubrey kind of doesn't want the moment to end.
When they reach the house, Aubrey watches in amusement as Beca produces a key and unlocks the door.
"I borrowed it from Jesse," Beca says to Aubrey's unasked question.
"Your boy toy. Right." God, Aubrey hates him.
"We're just friends, Aubrey," Beca says.
"Really? Because he's always all over you."
"Yeah, well, he's not my type," Beca replies.
Eyeing Beca's ear spikes, Aubrey asks, "Too clean cut?"
"No," Beca says, laying the suitcase flat next to the hot tub. "Too... male." She avoids looking at Aubrey and begins unzipping the suitcase.
Aubrey's heart definitely doesn't do a little flutter of joy at Beca's announcement.
"So what do you need me to do?"
Beca hands Aubrey a small bucket. "Can you start emptying the tub?"
Aubrey accepts the bucket and asks, "Why?"
"I want to put these in," Beca replies, setting several gallon jugs on the floor.
"What's in it?"
"Animal piss."
Aubrey can't help but make a face. "Do I want to know where you got five gallons of animal urine?"
"I don't know," Beca replies. "Do you?"
Aubrey sighs and turns her attention to the hot tub. She lifts off the lid and pulls out a bucketful of water. She then heads to the bathroom and dumps the water in the sink.
Beca stops Aubrey after about twenty-five buckets. She then has Aubrey add the urine. Next, Beca hands her some rubber gloves.
"What are these for?"
"Can you crack these rotten eggs in there?"
Aubrey nods as she accepts the three dozen eggs.
Beca continues to set up something at each corner of the hot tub as Aubrey crushes each egg into the water.
Next Beca hands Aubrey a dozen tins of sardines.
"For serious?"
"Expired," Beca clarifies. "They may be older than us."
"They certainly smell like it," Aubrey says, after opening the first tin.
The final ingredient is several boxes of red clothing dye.
Once the cover is back on, Aubrey removes the rubber gloves, steps back and watches Beca work.
After a few minutes, Beca looks over her shoulder. "Can you set these orange jugs by the other three corners?"
Picking up one, Aubrey asks, "What's in them?"
"Orange paint."
"Oh." Aubrey sets the jugs by the other already finished corners of the hot tub and examines what Beca's attached. They're small cardboard tubes with glass vials inside. "Are these bombs?"
"Technically," Beca replies.
"Beca..."
"Relax," Beca says. "They're going to cause a nasty fire and with just a bit of lighter fluid, a small explosion. But no one will be around."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've timed it out," Beca explains. "There's Sulfuric Acid in the vial. It'll eat through the cork at the bottom, dropping the Acid into the mixture below which will cause a fire. It will ignite the lighter fluid and destroy the wood base of the hot tub."
"What about the paint?"
"The heat should cause the jugs to explode, sending paint everywhere," Beca replies. "Either way, it should be going off in about a half hour. The guys aren't due back for almost two."
"Okay."
Beca stands and circles the hot tub once. She then walks around again, counterclockwise, this time leaving a thin trail of lighter fluid behind.
"Okay, I think that's everything." She begins to clean up, tossing everything back into the still open suitcase.
Aubrey simply watches, feeling a bit apprehensive that her crush knows how to make bombs. "And where the hell did you get Sulfuric Acid?"
"Chem lab," Beca replies with a shrug.
"You stole it?"
"Course not. I know a few science people."
Having no response to that, Aubrey follows Beca out and watches her lock the door.
"Walk you back to your dorm?" Beca offers.
"I'm fine," Aubrey replies.
"Oh, I know," Beca smirks. "But it's the least I can do. You saved me a half hour, minimum."
"Okay," Aubrey says, because despite her concern, she is enjoying this non combative time with Beca. "But you know the more time we spend together, the more likely it is that we'll start arguing."
Beca is still smirking. "Agreed. But let's risk it."
Aubrey nods and they begin walking in the direction of her dorm.
"So," Aubrey says after a few moments. "Are you an anarchist?"
"Because I have problems with authority?"
"Because you know how to make bombs," Aubrey clarifies.
"I was friends with the angry nerds in high school," Beca replies. "We taught ourselves how to."
"Oh?"
"Well, actually, my buddy, Charlie had an old Anarchist's Cookbook, so we learned how to make all sorts of dangerous things."
"That's... not comforting."
Beca shrugs. "I try to use my power for good."
They lapse back into silence.
The only problem is that it lets Aubrey study Beca in her peripheral. As if her toner for Beca wasn't difficult enough to ignore; now after seeing her set up that prank, it's only gotten worse. Plus, now her brain is telling her to just go for it. She knows that Beca likes girls and she did insist on walking Aubrey back to her dorm, even though Beca's room is in the opposite direction.
When they reach her door, Aubrey invites Beca inside before she can question the sanity of the invitation. And to her surprise, Beca accepts.
"Just so you know," Aubrey says as Beca settles onto the couch. "This doesn't mean I'm changing my mind about the set list."
Since Aubrey is expecting a fight, she's surprised when Beca just smiles.
"Oh, trust me, I know."
"Good," Aubrey replies, joining Beca on the couch.
"But I'm still allowed to try and change your mind, right?"
Aubrey sighs. "As if I could stop you."
"I mean, not right now, of course," Beca replies. "During rehearsals."
"All right."
"I'm not really in the mood to fight right now," Beca continues.
"And what are you in the mood for, then?" Aubrey asks, apprehensively.
Beca smirks as she stands and Aubrey panics for a moment as she realizes that Beca is leaving. Except that the brunette isn't; instead she straddles Aubrey's lap and sits.
"Mitchell, what the fu—"
And then Beca is kissing her. Aubrey eagerly kisses her back, grabbing Beca's ass and pulling her closer. Beca moans in response as she presses her body closer. Aubrey simply cannot get enough, so she slides her hands under Beca's shirt, which Beca definitely approves of, judging by her loud groan.
When Beca breaks the kiss a long moment later, Aubrey wants to protest, but is stopped by Beca ripping off her shirt and tugging on Aubrey's top. The blonde quickly whips it off and lets Beca push her onto her back. They both moan at the contact of bare skin as Beca drapes herself over Aubrey.
Just as Aubrey begins removing Beca's bra, the door swings open.
"Bree, I'm bac— holy shit, or I can come back later."
Chloe is in and out before either Aubrey or Beca can shake themselves out of their lustful haze.
Aubrey looks up at Beca, now sitting up, but still straddling her, chest heaving, who simply stares back.
"Maybe we should take this to your room?" Beca suggests.
Aubrey nods as Beca slides off her. Standing, Aubrey grabs Beca's hand and drags her into the bedroom. Beca slams the door shut behind them.
...
When the Treble Makers return to their house a couple hours later, it's flooded and a wet, stinky mess. Bumper is not pleased. He spends the rest of the night cursing and pacing while the other clean up the mess.