A/N: Alright so this is a little weekend, take my mind off of other stories, drabble. Hope you enjoy it.

A little author's prerogative to complain a bit here – I know I'm late to the game for writing this fanfic stuff…but who the hell came up with the name TripleTreble? They are Bellas for God's sake. I mean TripleTreble should be like Jesse, Bumper and Unicycle (and no I'm not writing that). Alright, I got that off my chest so now we can get to the story.

Summary: This is an Soulmate AU story (first thing said to you is tattooed on you) and it's a TripleTreble piece involving Beca but not the traditional pairing. The pairing is a surprise so you'll have to read to find out (sorry, not sorry).

The other AU part of the story is that Beca didn't join the Bellas her first year at Barden, but everyone else did and this is now Chloe and Aubrey's last year (instead of last year).

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Pitch Perfect and Pitch Perfect 2 belong to others, not me, and I cry myself to sleep every night regretting that.

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Beca dropped the last box on the floor and sighed as she dropped face first onto the bed. Why did she have to come back here? She sighed again because she knew the answer to that, it was because of her dad and the fact that she hadn't saved enough money to actually move out to L.A. She mentally berated herself again for not getting a job last year that actually made money instead of that internship at the radio station where all she ended up doing was stack CDs all year.

She actually groaned when she heard the knock on the door and then her father's voice, "It's the RA, hide the alcohol."

She sat up on the bed and looked at him, "It wasn't funny last year and it isn't funny this year. At least you don't get to embarrass me in front of a roommate this year."

Mr. Mitchell shrugged and then asked quizzically, "Yah, how exactly did you get one of the single rooms?"

Beca shrugged, "Turns out being a sophomore with a father who works on campus has its advantages. Who knew you'd be good for something."

Beca's dad frowned, "We're not going to go through this again are we?"

Beca threw up her hands in exasperation, "What, me complaining that I should be in L.A. paying my dues instead of here playing college student?"

Dr. Mitchell threw back at her, "It's not like you even played at being a college student. Getting a 1.8 GPA and skipping over half of your classes isn't the way to succeed in L.A."

Beca shot back, "Well maybe if they kicked me out of here I could just go to L.A."

Dr. Mitchell sighed and tipped his head back, this wasn't going the way he intended, but it never did with Beca, "Ok, I'll make you a deal. If you actually try this year, I mean actually try, like get good grades and everything and you join some kind of activity then if you still want to go to L.A. after this year, I'll give you my blessing and help you out as much as I can."

Beca looked at him shocked and then bolted over to him to give him an awkward hug, "Oh thank you."

Her father pushed her back to arm's length, looking at her with a stern expression, "I'm serious Beca, you have to try."

She just nodded enthusiastically before moving towards the door, "I better go check out the Activities Fair then, see you later Dad."

Dr. Mitchell just shook his head at the retreating form of his daughter.

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Beca flopped down on the bed, exhausted. Dealing with people just wore her out, why did the world have to have all of these people in it? She got up and changed into her pajamas, her hand tracing over the tattoo on her side. All of these people and she still hadn't found the one that would say these words to her. She looked at the tattoo again in the mirror hanging on her door. When it first appeared she was so disappointed. Everyone else had nice crisp lettering on their tattoos, or fancy script. Fancy script would have been cool. But no, not Beca's, hers was blurred out. It looked like a printer skipped while it was printing the text. But now, she was curious about the person that would cause that kind of lettering. Did they have a stutter? Could they speak at all? She thought about the DJ booth at the Activities Fair, Deaf Jews, really?

She went to her desk and started playing with a new mix as she thought about the groups she talked to at the fair. As she bent the pitch of one song just enough to line the beats up she went through her options. The only one that really made sense was that acapella group, The Bellas. She knew that she wanted to do more than DJ, and joining an acapella group would help her develop her singing. The redhead who talked to her at the booth was pretty cute but the blonde was really bitchy. She sighed, she could deal with bitchy, it was something she was used to.

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She was almost late for the audition, running in just as the last person was finishing. She walked out onto the stage and looked at the two girls sitting there in the front row. She said apologetically, "I didn't know we had to prepare that song."

The redhead just beamed up at her, "That's ok, sing whatever you want." The blonde next to her shot the redhead a glare but then just sighed and looked up at Beca and nodded. Beca looked around the auditorium and saw the four different groups sitting there. The Treblemakers looking bored, the High Notes looking, well high, the Bellas all looking excited and watching her and well, she couldn't even remember the name of the other group and it didn't look like they would probably remember her name when this was done, given the amount of attention they were paying to her.

Beca sat in front of them and asked to use the cup holding their pens and pencils, taking it before they actually responded. She started flipping the cup in rhythm and clapping. Then she started singing and she fell into the world she loved. She came back to reality as she finished the song to see the redhead practically bouncing in her seat with a huge smile on her face and the blonde next to her with a conflicted look on hers.

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Dammit, she was late again. She really needed to work on this being prompt shit so she wasn't always running from place to place. She was supposed to meet the Bellas at their practice room for some aca-initiation or something, whatever that meant. She was looking down to adjust her bag against her side when she walked around the corner and was promptly knocked on her ass. She looked up in a daze as the two girls standing there dropped their linked hands to reach out to her, saying in unison, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"

Beca shook herself and muttered, "What the literal hell. Can't you guys watch…" Her voice trailed off and she let out a surprised, "It's you."

She looked up to see a blonde and a brunette smiling at her with their hands out, offering to help her up. They nodded as she spoke those last words, not just one, but both of them nodded. She shook her head, so confused. She took the offered hands and stood up, still looking at the two girls.

The blonde finally broke the silence, "Hi Beca, I'm Jessica and this is Ashley and from the look on your face I'm assuming you weren't expecting two soul mates." Beca just shook her head, not trusting herself to speak just yet.

Ashley laughed, and Beca found herself wanting to hear that melodic sound again and again, "Well both of our tattoos are in very conspicuous places so we knew there were two people out there for us. Have you even seen your second tattoo?"

Beca shook her head, then finally decided to speak, "I don't have two tattoos."

The two girls looked at each other and frowned. Turning back to the brunette they looked a little dejected, "This doesn't make sense, you have to have two tattoos, we both have tattoos of your first words to us."

Beca finally smiled at them, all of her wondering about her tattoo finally answered, "Come on, I've got to show you something, but not here." She led them to the bathroom where she pulled up the side of her shirt to show them the tattoo running down her side. She watched as each girl lightly ran her fingertips down the text on her side, each time sending shivers down her spine. She was almost giddy as she explained, "I always wondered why my tattoo looked so different from everyone else's. Why it looked almost blurred. I always thought there might be something different about my soulmate because of it. But this, this is just unexpected. Who knew it meant that you'd both speak those words at the exact same time and they were tattooed over each other."

Ashley smiled at her, "I've always known there were two people out there for me. Both of my tattoos showed up at the same time." She showed Beca the small tattoo on her forearm that said, 'Hi, my name is Jessica' and then lifted her shirt to show Beca's first words trailing down her side.

Jessica laughed, "We were so relieved when we saw that we both had the same tattoo." She lifted her shirt to show Beca's words in the exact same spot.

Beca looked at the two girls shyly, "Well now that we've found each other, what do we do now?"

The two girls looked at each other as their hands linked, then they looked at Beca, each girl taking one of her hands. Jessica finally spoke, "Well Aubrey would kill us if we missed the aca-initiation so we have to go there first. But how about we go grab a coffee together after. I don't think anyone would mind us being a little late to the party."

Beca looked between the two girls standing there and nodded, "Coffee would be good."