The next month flies by for Beca, between work and getting herself mentally prepared for the weekend ahead of her, time just flies. Before she knows it she is standing in the middle of LAX staring at the departures board, bags at her feet and headphones around her neck and she all but laughs at herself and how in regards to something's she really hasn't changed in the last 10 years.
As she boards the plan and settles into her window seat she slides on her headphones with the hope of getting a few hours' sleep before she lands. As she presses play on her music the first few bars of Titanium start and Beca smiles to herself because of course this song would play now. Beca continues smiling as the song 'builds' and she can help but remember the time she had sung with a very naked Chloe Beale in the shower. Beca can almost feel herself blushing all over again as she closes her eyes and lets the music wash over her and lull her into sleep.
"Ma'am?" Beca can hear someone asking. "Excuse me Ma'am?" there it is again, and shes moving. Suddenly Beca is wide awake and staring around herself, standing next to her looking concerned is one of the flight attendants.
"Ma'am, are you ok?" She asks Beca.
Beca looks at her confused "Yeah I'm fine, why?"
"You were screaming Ma'am" the flight attendant looks at her with is it sympathy in her eyes?
As Beca looks past her and at the other passengers she sees the same look on all their faces.
"Yeah I'm fine, bad dream I guess. Aghh not really a fan of flying either" Beca says somewhat embarrassed.
"That's ok, it can happen to everyone, would you like anything before we start our descent?" The hostess asks.
"Umm yeah umm just a scotch on the rocks if that's ok, thanks" Beca says as she rubs her face trying to remove the fogginess left over from her nap and the lingering unease of her nightmare. I thought I was past this Beca thinks. It's been years since she had suffered a nightmare. Years since she had even spent any time thinking back on what had happened before she left for L.A. Beca thought she was past it, maybe she was, maybe it was just going back to Atlanta which was making her remember. Maybe. Or maybe she hadn't moved on at all, maybe she had just gotten so good at burying her emotions that she thought she was over it.
The hostess places her drink down in front of her and Beca mumbles out a thank you before she picks up the plastic cup swirls the liquid around a bit before knocking it back in one go. As the scotch slides down the back of her throat leaving a burning trail in its wake Beca allows herself to calm down, focusing on levelling out her heart rate and her breathing. She's ok she chants to herself in her head, she's ok.
As the plane begins its decent Beca realises this is it, no turning back now. Its time to face the Bella's and her past.
Its time to face Chloe.