Okayyy, Hello to anyone kind enough to show an interest in this story. Basically I have a strong love for Pitch Perfect and the Beca/Jesse relationship. This idea came to me and I kinda want to just run with it and see where it takes me. This chapter is more of a taster. It is very short and very brief but I just want to get an idea from you all if this is something you would be interested in me continuing as something for you all to read. I appreciate any responses whether it be positive or negative(constructive criticism preferred) and if the response is good enough I will continue.

If this is the case I would like to give myself around a week to prepare a few chapters so that if anything happens it doesn't come to a point where you are all waiting months for a new chapter. My aim would be to have one a week give or take a day.

So as I said let me know what you think and what your questions are so far. I know ALOT hasn't been explained but maybe that will interest you and keep you guessing? Maybe? Okay bye for now...


The fire roared brilliantly and continued to spread throughout the room, trapping the adult and child cowering under a desk in the corner. Flames threatened to lick Beca Mitchell's skin as she proceeded to use her own small frame to shelter the six year old beneath her. Everything had happened so quickly her brain barely had time to react. All she knew was that the exits were blocked and options were limited. She whispered soothing words into the child's ear trying to calm the girl down while her own eyes darted around the room trying and failing once again to find a way out. Sweat was starting to roll off her body due to the immense heat and her breathing was interrupted by coughs and splutters thanks to the horrendous amount of smoke suffocating her. For the hundredth time she screamed for help, her words cut off by another fit. Just as she too was about to dip her head and cry she heard a deep voice in the distance. Her head snapped up and her volume increased pushing for the stranger to hear. Through the clouds of smoke she saw an outline of a body as it made its way, battling the flames, through the room. In no time at all the, fireman was by her side crouching down to their level, concern written across his features.

"Maa'm I need to get the two of you out here right now. Are you both able to move?" He was authoritive but his voice was soft as not to frighten them but to help. Beca just nodded, unable to reply verbally as the inner battle between herself and the effects of the smoke were taking over.

Within a flash he had picked up the girl in one arm and wrapped the other around Beca to support her. As they made their way through the building Beca was stopped when her heel snapped and she tripped to the floor. The fireman turned to help her but was stopped as a beam fell from the ceiling trapping Beca's leg between it and the floor. He rushed to her side to help but instantly she resisted, shouting and hitting him, insisting he get the young child out of danger. He looked hesitant before heading to where he had left the child.

"I'm coming back, I promise" he spoke sincerely before rushing out of sight and what Beca hoped, to safety.