Title: Accidental Revision
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: OFC, Beca/Aubrey, Lily,
Summary: Claire probably should have listened to Aunt Lily. Time travel is serious business. She's 25 years in the past and in one thoughtless moment, she's destroyed her moms' relationship. But Claire can definitely fix it. She hopes.
A/N: I've seen a few bechole fics where Emily is their child who travels back in time to make sure they get together. So naturally, I had to try something similar with mitchsen. Takes place during first movie, but uses things from the second.
2nd A/N: This fic wouldn't exist without kiarcheo. A thousand thank yous for helping me figure this craziness out and then going over it to make sure the craziness actually makes sense.
Chloe and Aubrey are the last to leave Beca's dorm room after the impromptu Bellas' meeting. The moment that Beca's door is shut, Chloe stops. Aubrey takes several steps down the hall before she realizes that Chloe isn't at her side. She spins to face the red head, the unspoken question obvious on her face.
"You need to go back in there and talk to Beca," Chloe orders.
"About what?" Aubrey asks.
Chloe opens her mouth and then closes it, taking a moment to compose her thoughts. Finally she says, "I just think things would be easier, for both of you, if you sat down and tried to have a civilized conversation about the set list."
"I'm not changing the set list, Chloe," Aubrey reminds her, crossing her arms as her posture tenses.
"As if I could forget," Chloe huffs, just barely refraining from rolling her eyes.
"Then what possible good could come from me going back in there?" Aubrey questions, the anxiety and anger rising in her voice.
"Wouldn't it be better to hash it out now? Have it over and done with?" Chloe asks. "Just the two of you discussing it and not taking up anymore rehearsal time? I know how much that bothers you."
"In her dorm room?" Aubrey scoffs. "Where she'll have home field advantage?"
"I thought Posens used disadvantages to their benefit," Chloe smirks. "Isn't that what you're always telling me?"
Aubrey scowls, but doesn't reply.
"You know I'm right, Bree," Chloe continues.
Sighing, Aubrey relaxes slightly. "Why is this so important to you, Chloe?"
"Because it'll make things easier," Chloe replies.
"For you."
"For everyone," Chloe counters. "The rest of us don't enjoy listening to the two of you argue every rehearsal."
Aubrey huffs as she uncrosses her arms.
"Please, Aubrey," Chloe pleads. "For me."
Aubrey tries to fight her natural instinct to cave because of Chloe's pout, but she finally wilts and nods. Gleeful, Chloe barely manages to refrain from bouncing with joy. Instead, the red head steps aside and gestures towards Beca's closed door. Though only half a dozen paces, Aubrey trudges back to Beca's room and achingly slow, knocks harshly.
Chloe slips out of sight as the door swings open. There are no words exchanged as Beca and Aubrey eye each other for a long moment, before Beca moves aside and Aubrey steps inside. Once the door clicks shut, Chloe starts down the hallway, humming to herself.
Inside the dorm room, Beca asks, "What can I do for you, Aubrey?" as she self consciously tugs on the t-shirt she'd hastily pulled on before opening the door.
Taking in Beca's rumpled appearance, Aubrey's brain—for once—doesn't list a dozen insults, like it usually does. Taking a deep breath, she replies, "I was hoping we could talk about the set list."
Relaxing slightly, Beca nods and stays quiet, letting Aubrey speak first.
This acquiescence from Beca has Aubrey offering what she considers a friendly smile as she speaks. "Now while I... appreciate your enthusiasm about our set list, I simply cannot accept your suggestions. This is my fourth year of competitive a capella and though the Bellas have never taken home an ICCA trophy, I have witnessed many championship performances and I know what will win."
"I know, but—"
"I am not finished," Aubrey tells Beca.
Grimacing, Beca crosses her arms tightly, obviously irritated.
"Getting to the finals and proving we are just as good as those..." Aubrey barely refrains from calling the Treble Makers while she truly thinks they are. Instead, she takes several deep breaths before continuing. "I—we have a legacy to uphold. And I take that job very seriously."
Beca scoffs loudly, but doesn't speak.
Aubrey glowers at her for a moment before continuing. "Therefore, we will be doing the set list I have chosen."
Beca waits a beat before asking, "May I speak now?"
Aubrey nods.
"Look, I don't know a lot about traditional or legacy—"
"Obviously."
Beca raises an eyebrow, barely holding back a smirk. "But I do know music. And how to make it memorable. And that's what we need to be, to make it to the finals. We need to stand out, be different and become unforgettable. With your set list, I'm sorry, but we're just an act the audience wishes they could fast forward."
"You're basing that on your opinion of a capella," Aubrey replies. "As someone who's never been in a competition, you're in no position to truly judge—"
"Having never been in a competition is my strength," Beca interjects. "That means I see things from a new perspective—"
"New isn't necessarily better," Aubrey argues.
"And just because something's a tradition, doesn't mean it's right or will work," Beca counters.
They've somehow found their way into each other's space, glaring and not backing down.
"Why won't you let this go?"
"Why won't you listen to anyone else?"
They continue to inch closer and closer.
"Why are you so obstinate?"
"Why are you so rigid?"
They are now barely an inch apart, eyes locked, and their height difference has never been more apparent. Neither seems bothered by their proximity, entirely focused on out glaring the other.
"You are the most infuriating, willfully insolent person I've had the displeasure of meeting."
"Yeah, well you're an overbearing, pig headed despot."
The minuscule space between them vanishes as their lips meet in a frenzied, heated kiss that is messy and aggressive as they instinctually meld together. After a long moment, they pull apart, breathing heavily as they stare at each other in shock.
And then they're kissing again, slower and more sure. Beca's hands find Aubrey's waist, gripping tightly and pulling her closer. Aubrey sucks lightly on Beca's bottom lip as she cups the brunette's face and gently caresses her checks with her thumbs.
They kiss for several minutes, lost in each other's lips, the way they fit together. The slamming of the door across the hall causes them to stop, both turning towards the loud noise. When they return their attention to each other—the moment gone—they both instantly let go of each other and step back, hearts pounding, not sure what to think. Still breathing heavily, they stare at each other and continue to back away from each other until Aubrey is pressed against the door and Beca is backed against the wall.
"I should go," Aubrey finally sputters.
"Yeah," Beca agrees, nodding almost excessively.
They stare at each other for another long moment before Aubrey reaches behind her, groping for the door handle. Beca doesn't offer to help her, instead trying to further press herself against the wall.
It takes four tries, but Aubrey eventually manages to open the door. Her eyes are still locked with Beca's. Taking a deep breath, the blonde spins and flees the room, letting the door slam shut behind her.
Once the door is shut, Beca lets herself relax for a beat before rushing to make sure it's locked. She leans against it, sighing as she tries to comprehend what just happened.
On the other side of the door, Aubrey stares at the now closed door for a beat before hurrying down the hall, not quite sure what to think about what just happened.
