A/N: I know I said that it was just going to be a one-shot, but people have been asking about a back story to why Beca is afraid of thunderstorms. And I thought: why not? But, it's really sad, so grab your tissues! I promise, you will not be disappointed! So... enjoy my fellow Bechloe shippers!

-Neradia

It was late at night. The Mitchell's were driving home from a family gathering. Dr. Mitchell was driving, his wife was sitting in the passenger seat, and his ten year-old daughter was sitting alone in the back seat, listening to music coming through her headphones from her MP3 player. The ten year-old was named Beca. Her hair was a light shade of brown and shoulder length. Her eyes were a beautiful dark blue like her mother's.

On their way home, it rained... a lot. It wasn't anything Dr. Mitchell couldn't handle. His wife was half asleep, and Beca? She was completely fearless, especially of rain and thunderstorms. She didn't really care about the rain. She was only drowned out by the music flowing through her ears.

Beca loved music. It was the only thing she truly ever cared about. She only dreamed of making music in some way when she grows up. She wanted to produce it, create it, and mix songs together to make two songs one. It was all Beca wanted to do. She was passionate about music. She only ever thought about music.

As Dr. Mitchell changed lanes on the highway, the last song finished, then starting a new song, a song that was one of Beca's favorites. It was her mother's favorite too. She wished that she could just replay the song over and over again. It was a song that meant a lot to her. She felt as if she could relate to it, because of her passion for music. Luckily, she had the song a couple of times on the playlist, so the song could play again.

By the time the song reached the chorus, the rain pounded harder on the windows of the car. Pounding of thunder roared from afar. The Mitchell's were caught in the middle a storm, but Dr. Mitchell just continued to drive, having drove in a storm like this before. But as the drive went on, the storm only grew worse, causing him to worry. Thunder continued to roar, rain continued to spat, lightning continued to flash.

In the middle of turning on to an exit, lightning suddenly flashed violently in front of the car, causing Dr. Mitchell to attempt to stop the car quickly, although failed to, and collided with the lightning. Dr. Mitchell no longer had control of the car as it began to tumble. Beca (finally realizing what was happening) tucked herself in a ball as the car turned on its side over and over, high pitched screams escaping her lips. She allowed tears to leave her shut blue eyes quickly out of fear that she could possibly die. Yet the music continued to play.

The car then fell into a ditch, stopping it from continuing to tumble. Beca opened her eyes and looked around nervously, her breaths heavy. She could feel panic rise in her. She felt sadness and pain... pain... pain? Beca slowly touched her forehead and glanced at her finger tips which were tipped with blood. She had a large gash in her forehead. Nothing else seemed to be wrong with her. She was surprised to find herself to have survived all the tumbling. She knew she had to do one thing. Find a way out of the car. She looked around once more for a break in the glass of the windows or an open door.

Nothing.

At this point, Beca really started to panic. She started to hyperventilate, knowing that there was no possible way out. Beca banged her scratched up hand against the glass above her, only damaging her hands more, but she didn't care. "Help!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheeks. "Please!" One last smash of the glass against her hand caused the glass to crack, leaving a shard of glass in the palm of her hand. Though, she only continued to bang on the glass until she no longer could.

"Chloe..." Beca whimpered in her sleep.

Beca banged on the glass one last time before it finally broke open. She stared at the open sky above her, her world slowly spinning, her world closing in on her. Her eyes grew heavy. She couldn't fight it. She had to let go. And she did. She let go...

Beca shot up, a gasp escaping her lips, awaking from her nightmare. Beca glanced around the room. She was no longer on the couch with Chloe. She was in a bed that wasn't her's. She gripped tightly on the blankets below her. They were so warm, like Chloe. She was in Chloe's bed. Chloe... Chloe? Tears welled up in her eyes and eventually managed to fall. She looked behind her, next to her, everywhere for Chloe. She couldn't be seen in Beca's dark blue eyes.

The brunette needed her best friend, especially now. Right when she needed Chloe, she wasn't there. She felt as if this was still the nightmare. At least she thought it was. Right as Beca was about to call for Chloe, the redhead opened the door and peaked in to see if Beca was still asleep or not. Seeing the red curls, Beca stood up and quickly hurried over to Chloe, immediately wrapping her arms around her, silently crying on her shoulder.

Confused, Chloe pulled Beca away from her. "Beca...? Are you okay?" Then she noticed the several tears running down her cheeks. "Becs?" Beca's eyes wandered down at the sound of her name. "Hey... hey... Lets sit you down. You can talk to me about it, okay?" With a nod from the brunette, Chloe took her hand and led her to the bed, sitting themselves both down next to each other at the end of the bed. Chloe put her hands on her lap, refraining herself from wanting to touch Beca. "Go on. It's okay."

Beca took a stuttering breath. She had never told anyone about the accident before. Only her and her father knew. Her mother knew but... "You know how I said that my dad divorced my mom?" Chloe nodded. "That was a lie." Beca looked down at her hands briefly before continuing. Chloe only listened. "When I was ten, my dad got into a car accident. Me and my mom were there too. We were on the way home from a family gathering. It started raining, which led to a thunderstorm. A flash of lightning appeared right in front of the car in the middle of an exit and one thing led to another." Tears blurred Beca's vision. "It was hours before anyone found us. Both of my parents were terribly wounded and unconscious. I was fine, just a gash in my forehead and glass cuts on both of my hands. I thought I was going to die. I wasn't the one that did. My mom... she..."

Chloe immediately brought Beca close to her. "Shh. I understand. I understand." The brunette smiled faintly and rested her head on the redhead's shoulder. "So, this is why you're afraid of thunderstorms..."

"Hmm mm," Beca hummed.

"I'm sorry." Chloe sighed. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Beca glanced at Chloe's wrist and brought her hand closer to her, fiddling with her bracelets on her wrist. "I had a dream about it... and I... I swear I called for you..."Chloe rose an eye brow. "In my sleep I mean." The redhead nodded. "Speaking of thunderstorms, is it still...?" She shook her head. Beca sighed of relief. "I just don't want to lose you."

Chloe smiled softly at her brunette friend. "You won't... Also, we're inside."

Beca laughed a little. "Thank you," she whispered, intertwining her hand with Chloe's. "You're really... amazing. You make me feel okay when I'm not. And if you weren't here, I would've been up for the rest of the night, never wanting to go back to sleep again."

Chloe pulled Beca into a hug, Beca immediately hugging her back. "You're welcome, Becs. Anything for my tiny DJ." Beca chuckled at the nickname Chloe gave her and pulled away, although she fought not to. "You're amazing too."

The brunette blushed and allowed her eyes to stray away from Chloe's. "Chloe... I'm not really-"

Chloe lifted Beca's chin up with her finger tips, forcing her to look at the redhead. Beca blinked a few times, truly seeing the beauty of Chloe's light blue eyes. "You are Beca. Don't ever doubt that."

"I..."

"No, Beca," Chloe protested. "Don't even try. No matter what, you're aca-awesome."

The brunette shook her head. "You're such a nerd," Beca told Chloe before leaning closer to her, Beca lips colliding with Chloe's. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's waist and pulled her closer to her, Beca wrapping her arms around Chloe's neck, her finger tips gripping on Chloe red curls. The kiss was passionate. Overly passionate. So passionate that it caused Chloe to moan quietly.

Beca slowly pulled away, her face still inches away from Chloe's and parted her lips as she stared into Chloe's eyes. The redhead only stared back, getting lost in Beca's eyes. "Beca..." Chloe whispered, Beca feeling her breath on her lips.

"I... I know," Beca whispered back. "Sorry." Chloe pulled her arms away from Beca and set her hands on her lap, Beca doing the same, their faces moving farther away from each other. "I shouldn't have... I just... You're just... so beautiful and... I couldn't... I mean, your eyes..."

Chloe frowned. "Hey, it's okay. I actually didn't... The kiss I mean... it was nice." Beca widened her eyes, not expecting Chloe to say that. "You don't have to apologize for a good kiss, Becs. You just wanted me to stop talking. I get it. I would have done the same."

Beca looked down and started fiddling with her hands. "Chloe, that's not why-"

Chloe put both of her hands on the brunette's shoulders. "Beca, it's okay. It was just a kiss. A tired kiss." The brunette gasped. "A boring tired kiss."

"You just want me to kiss you again, don't you? To prove that I'm not a bad kisser."

The redhead laughed. "I didn't say that you were a bad kisser."

"Too bad." Beca shrugged. "I like you anyways."

"Too bad?" Chloe asked. Although, realizing what Beca had said, Chloe widened her eyes. "You what-?"

Beca pulled Chloe closer to her and planted her lips on the redhead's, interrupting her completely. Chloe couldn't help but kiss her back. Beca was right, she was a good kisser. Knowing that, Chloe eventually had to let go. And she did. After a couple more seconds, Chloe forcefully pushed herself away from the DJ, not wanting the kiss to result into something more.

Seeing Chloe's reaction to Beca's unexpected kiss caused the brunette to smirk. "I said that I like you anyways."