A/N: Hey guys, this started out as a fluffy (not so) little one-shot, but turned into a multi-chapter fic which I wrote based on the following prompt:
Imagine your OTP having an emotional goodbye as Person A gets on the train to go to visit family/friends for a long while. Person A's scarf gets caught on something and falls to the floor. Person B spots it and takes the next train - traveling all over to return the scarf. They reunite and laugh as they kiss. Person B joins Person A. Find it Here!
As soon as I read the prompt I started writing it in my head, so I had to get to my computer and write it for real! Hope you like. It's slightly AU in that Beca and Chloe didn't meet at Barden they met when Beca was producing Chloe's first album, so Chloe was a Bella, but Beca wasn't. If you guys like this I might write a prequel because I've got some ideas... XOXO.
Oh, also, possible trigger warning for suicide. Not any main characters, it's an OC, but there's about 1,000 words that are about this. The scene isn't important to the ending, and it's the only place where the issue is mentioned, so I've marked the section, and you won't miss anything if you skip it.
I Would Walk 500 Miles
Chapter One
Beca turned the key in the ignition of her car and shut it off. "C'mon, I don't want you to miss your train." She looked at Chloe and saw the redhead wiping away a tear on her cheek. "Chlo, hey, look at me," Beca said, tilting Chloe's chin up to look at her. "It's just a month, okay? We can Skype every night, I'll be with you until you fall asleep, even with the time difference. And we can text and call."
Chloe, sitting in the passenger seat of Beca's old, forest green Toyota Prius, sighed. She knew she had to go. Because of the distance it was hard to get home as often as she wanted too, especially when she was so tight with her family. But still, leaving Beca? She knew how hard it would be. Just the thought of falling asleep alone and waking up alone for almost five weeks killed her inside. The redhead honestly didn't think she could do it.
"I know Becs, but I'll still miss you. I get to hold your hand and kiss you and wake up next to you every day. I don't really know what to do without that B, I love you."
"Shh, Chlo', I know. I love you too, and I promise I will be right here when you get back with a big banner that says 'Welcome Home!' and streamers and cake and confetti and that weird donut flavored vodka that you like so much even though I think it's gross. Because I love you Chloe Beale, I really do." Beca looked into Chloe's eyes and it took everything she had not to tear up and tell the redhead to stay home.
"I just wish you could come with me..." the redhead muttered, absentmindedly playing with her Bellas scarf which was tied to her purse. Beca didn't really understand why this scarf was so important to Chloe, but clearly it was since she carried it everywhere. Beca knew it was from Chloe's days at Barden doing a capella, and she knew that the Bellas was how Chloe met Aubrey, but she didn't really understand the appeal.
"Believe me babe, you have no idea how much I want too. Even though the thought of spending a month in the vicinity of your parents terrifies me, I would go without a second thought if I could. But Luke's bringing in a new client and if I go he'll fire me." The DJ and record producer, sighed. She was sick of having to miss out on things because of work, but this was also her dream job, what motivated her to get through college instead of just dropping out. She had almost dropped out about a dozen times over, she was in LA already for school and bailing was incredibly tempting. But she also knew that she would find a better job and people would be more likely to take her seriously if she had a degree, so, she stayed.
"I know, I know." Chloe took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, trying not to ruin her makeup. She unbuckled and opened the car door, looking at the train station ahead of her.
Beca reached down and popped the trunk before following Chloe. "Let's get your suitcases, okay?" she said, wiping away a tear before the redhead could notice. Beca reached into the trunk and grabbed two very large suitcases as well as a weekender bag and a backpack. "You're sure you haven't forgotten anything?" Beca asked, handing the backpack to her girlfriend.
"I'm sure, and you can always mail me anything I forget," Chloe said, putting on the backpack, grabbing her purse and the weekender.
"Oh god Chlo', I feel like a pack mule!" Beca said in an attempt to lighten the mood.
"Well those muscles are the only reason I'm dating you," Chloe retorted with a laugh at the now smirking Beca.
"Sure, sure, whatever you say, Red," Beca deadpanned, giving Chloe one of her signature winks. "You know this train station way better than I do, so lead the way."
Beca knew that Chloe was afraid of flying and so whenever she went anywhere that would normally require a flight(for example, going home to Grand Marias, Minnesota), the redhead took a train. It was a good thing she liked it, because otherwise she would be out of travel options.
Chloe took off, headed towards a counter where she could check her bags. Beca followed with Chloe's two large suitcases in tow, smiling at the redhead and her determination. "Hi, my name's Chloe Beale, I'm on a train to Portland this morning, I need to check my bags." Chloe looked up at the man behind the counter and smiled. That smile was one that still, after almost four years, made Beca weak in the knees.
"Of course, two bags headed to St. Paul, correct?" the man asked after typing a few things in his computer and checking Chloe's ticket and ID.
"That's right! My bags are back here," Chloe said, gesturing to Beca, struggling to keep both suitcases balanced in the very busy Union Station and laughing.
"Okay, bring them here, then."
Beca did just that and it took both her and Chloe to lift them onto the scales. The man behind the counter printed off two tags and stuck one on each bag before they were set on a conveyor belt and taken away. Beca then took Chloe's bag for on the train and slipped it over her shoulder, grabbing her girlfriend's hand and leading them to the platform.
As the two women stepped outside they heard the speaker crackle and announce "The train to Portland will be arriving in three minutes."
Beca could see Chloe begin to cry again and so she set the redhead's bag down on the platform, leaned forward, and kissed just below Chloe's eye where a tear was sliding down her cheek. "Chloe, really, it will be fine. You're not even going to miss anything and I promise I won't forget to feed the cat," Beca said with a light laugh, squeezing Chloe's hand in the process. A strong breeze blew over the train station when Chloe's train to Portland arrived.
Looking up at the train Chloe sighed deeply, she really was going to miss Beca. "Well, you can't come on the train with me..." she said.
"I know, so come here," Beca pulled Chloe in very close, kissing her deeply. She wanted to let the redhead know just how much she would miss her, but that they would be okay, and a thousand other feelings she couldn't put into words. The DJ hoped her kiss said it all, and she only broke it when the speaker crackled again and said "Now boarding those with rooms to Portland."
"That's me babe," Chloe said, crying again.
"I love you Chloe," Beca gave Chloe another kiss and was met with a bone crushing hug. "We'll be fine, Red, I promise."
"I love you too Becs," Chloe said, breaking the hug, grabbing her suitcases from her girlfriend and walking towards the train.
Beca stayed on the platform until the train had completely left the station, waving at Chloe even when she could no longer see her. Beca wiped a tear from her cheek and took a deep breath. The DJ reached down to pull her phone out of her pocket when she noticed that Chloe's Bella scarf, which had been tied around the redhead's purse, was now under Beca's purse. She reached down to grab it before jogging into the train station. She approached the same counter where they checked Chloe's bags just a while earlier and said "I need a ticket to St. Paul."