A/N: Hey Awesome Nerds! I have had for the most part a positive response to this. So I will continue to write this AU. As always, this idea is based off of captainpeachperfect's gif set on Tumblr. I am just putting my little spin on it. I will try and get this updated as often as I can but I do have two other stories that I am working on. I can't promise how often I will be able to update but I will try and not make you guys wait too long. As always enjoy! Feel free to review, or hit me up on Tumblr. This is based off of parts 6-12.
Call Me Crazy-Chapter 2
~*~Beca POV~*~
Beca was habitually late. She hated the fact that she couldn't seem to be on time whenever she had plans, she felt like it was rude to keep people waiting. So she tried to be on time for dates or plans that she made. It seemed like the universe was against her ever being on time so with time she just embraced the fact that she was never going to be early or even on time for anything.
She knew that Jason and Kelly wouldn't mind her being late. It was after all, her first day at her office. That didn't stop the tiny brunette from feeling like a complete and utter dick for making them wait to eat.
So when she hurriedly knocks on the door to their house thirty minutes later than she told them she would be there, she is prepared with at least five different apologies.
When Jason opens the door holding baby Mikey, all of Beca's apologies are pushed to the wayside.
After receiving the messiest kiss from her nephew, Kelly takes Mikey into the kitchen to put the finishing touches on their dinner. Jason takes his younger sister on a tour of the house.
"Dude, thanks for letting me stay with you guys. I promise that I will find my own place soon."
"Don't worry about it Becs, staying in a hotel is like crazy expensive. You might as well stay with family."
"Yeah. It's not really a big deal, I can afford to stay in a hotel if need be."
"Just because you can doesn't mean that you should have to."
"That's true. Still, thank you."
"Don't mention it Becs, it's seriously no big deal."
"Fine. So how are you doing?"
Jason rolls his eyes slightly at his sister. "Now that you are a big bad psychiatrist, that question makes me totally uncomfortable."
Beca laughs, punching her brother's shoulder playfully. "Get used to it dude."
The two make their way back to the kitchen after dropping Beca's stuff off in the guest bedroom. Kelly is already busying herself with feeding Mikey. The adults make small talk during dinner, mostly focused on how Beca is transitioning to everything with her job.
"So how's work going? Jason told me that you had a session with your first patient today."
"Yeah. It was like really awkward. She's not awkward, I'm awkward. She's got these blue eyes. So distracting. I was rambling for half the session."
"Oh babe, sounds like little Beca has a crush!"
"Shut up dude, I do not! Even if I did, that is like totally against the doctor-patient code of conduct."
"Is she hot though?"
"Oh dude, totally." Beca sighs, the electric blue of Chloe's eyes flashing through the brunette's mind.
~*~Chloe POV~*~
Chloe hated having dinner with her family. She hated the looks that they gave her when they thought that she wasn't looking. The looks of pity or shame for having a daughter deemed as crazy. It made her want to gouge her eyeballs out with her fork.
"How is Dr. Mitchell?" Her mother asks. Chloe fork pauses inches from her mouth as she seriously contemplates stabbing herself in the jugular. Whatever it takes to avoid this conversation.
"Dr. Mitchell?" Allison's boyfriend Sam asks.
Allison leans in towards her boyfriend, nudging him with her elbow."I told you about that in the car."
Chloe turns her attention to Sam. "Dr. Mitchell is the new psychiatrist that my parents are having me see."
"So?" Her mom presses.
Chloe shrugs her shoulders. "It was fine. We didn't talk about much. Got to know each other a little bit. She seemed nervous."
"Nervous?" Her father cuts in, eyeing his daughter. "Do you want us to find you someone else?"
"We came highly recommended but she is really young…."
Chloe shakes her head vehemently. "No…no…it's totally fine. I like Beca."
"You call her Beca?" Allison questions.
"Well yeah. She asked me to."
"Well I hope that you don't like her that way Chlo. You hear about it all of the time but it's so weird to want to fuck your own psychiatrist."
"Allison! Is that necessary?" Chloe's mother chastises.
"What?"
"Wait, you like girls?" Sam questions, eyes wide in curiosity.
"I don't really like to label myself. I love people, gender doesn't matter to me." Chloe shrugs, turning her attention back to her food. Sam looks down, clearly uncomfortable.
"Can I be excused?" Chloe questions.
"Sure, just take your plate to the sink please. Are you alright?" Chloe's mother asks.
"I'm fine. Just tired I guess." Chloe excuses herself, grabbing her practically full plate off of the table. She takes it into the kitchen, dumping the contents into the trashcan. The redhead breezes her way back through the dining room, not stopping until she reaches her bedroom. She immediately plops down on her bed, not bothering to change out of her clothes. Her mind immediately drifts to the brunette haired beauty that is extremely out of her reach.
~*~Beca POV~*~
If there was one thing that Beca hated, it was chores. Doing any chore aside from dragging her lazy ass out of bed each morning was pretty much the worst punishment that the tiny brunette could imagine. She would rather undergo Chinese water torture than do laundry.
So it came as a huge surprise to her and Jason when she readily volunteered to clean up after dinner. Beca wanted nothing more than to punch herself in the face when Kelly agreed. What she didn't expect was for her sister in law to follow her into the kitchen. Kelly takes the offered towel from Beca, drying the dishes as Beca washes them.
"So Beca, tell me about this girl?"
"I don't know what you're talking about Kel."
Kelly laughs. "Beca. We've known each other for eight years now. I know when you're lying to me."
Beca sighs, setting the dishrag on the counter. She turns towards her sister in law, nervous fingers sliding through her brunette locks.
"It doesn't matter. She's my patient."
"You like her?"
"Yes….no…I don't know. We literally just met today. Something about her Kel, just drives me crazy. She has the bluest eyes I have ever seen. She doesn't talk much, but that could've been because she was uncomfortable. She likes music. She's freaking gorgeous."
"Wow Becs. I haven't seen you this distraught over an attractive person like ever."
"It's not like it matters. Nothing can ever happen."
"She won't be your patient forever."
"Regardless Kel, it's like totally unethical."
"Whatever you say Becs. We just want you to be happy."
"Yeah. Too bad that she had to come to my office huh?"
The brunette's cruel mind assaults her with thoughts of the blue eyed beauty. Her smile, her unsure laughter, her eyes. The way she looked at Beca when she found out that the brunette loved music as much as she does.
The overwhelming thoughts of the blonde send panic flooding through Beca's veins. She turns away from her sister in law, quickly finishing up the last of the dishes. As soon as she is finished, she hangs the rag in the middle of the sink. She wipes her hands dry on her jeans, switching the faucet off. Turning towards her sister in law, the brunette smiles.
"Right well, thanks for the help with the kitchen and thank you for dinner."
"No Beca, thank you for doing the dishes. You didn't have to. And you're welcome for dinner."
"It was no biggie, really." Beca walks over to the dining room table, pulling her jacket off of her chair. She slides her jacket over her shoulders, wrapping her scarf around her neck.
You going out?"
Yeah, I'm going to meet up with an old friend."
Kelly's eyebrow quirks in amusement. "Like a friend….or a friend friend?"
"Just like a really good friend."
"Whatever you say Becs." Kelly chuckles.
Beca chuckles as she heads out of the backdoor. "I'll be back later."
Beca was feeling a little bit keyed up. It might be something to do with the fact that she was going to see Kevin for the first time since she had graduated college. Part of it most definitely had to do with the blue eyed siren that had been constantly through her mind all day.
She pulls out her cell phone, shooting a text to Kevin to let him know that she is outside of his apartment. He buzzes her in immediately. Beca makes her way up to his front door, her friend standing in the doorway with a grin on his face. He tugs the small brunette into a tight hug, his beard scratching painfully against the brunette's cheek. He presses a soft kiss to her unharmed cheek. Pulling back from the embrace, all Beca can think about is what Chloe's body would feel like against her. The blonde is part of the reason why Beca even reached back out to Kevin.
"Wow Becs, you look great." Kevin's words break Beca out of her trance. She smiles awkwardly before he gestures her in. She takes a minute to take in her surrounds. The apartment is small, neat and sparsely decorated. She follows Kevin to the grey couch in the living room, taking a seat on one end.
"Did you want a drink Becs?" He questions.
"Um…do you have any Dr. Pepper?"
"Duh. Is there any other soda?"
"I don't think so, no."
Kevin gets up off of the couch, heading into the kitchen. He returns a moment later with two glasses and a small wrapped package in his hands. He hands Beca a glass, taking his seat next to her. Beca takes a sip of her drink, hastily swallowing it down as Kevin hands her the wrapped package.
"Welcome to Georgia, Becs."
Beca takes the gift in her hands, awkwardly spinning the package between them. "Thanks dude."
"You're like the big BM now." Kevin states, reaching back to scratch at his hair nervously. "I can actually see those beautiful blue eyes now that you don't cake them in black eyeliner."
Beca laughs sarcastically."Yeah and you don't have all that baby fat covering your face now."
Kevin laughs."I really missed you Beca." Beca notices Kevin's gaze fall to her lips. She swallows thickly. She doesn't really want this, not anymore. The next thing that pops into Beca's head changes her mind completely. For just a split second, she sees Chloe on the other side of the couch, bright blue eyes staring unabashedly at the brunette's lips.
Beca knows at that moment that she has to do this. Regardless of the fact that she can already feel regret coiling in her stomach, she knows that she doesn't have a choice.
She has to forget about Chloe, if only for tonight.
That is exactly the pep talk that Beca gives herself before lurching forward on the couch. She presses her lips harshly against Kevin's. He immediately presses harder against her, kissing her passionately.
Beca's brain screams at how wrong kissing Kevin feels. How his lips feel hard against hers, where she is sure that Chloe's would be soft. A soft groan leaves Beca's mouth at the thought. Kevin runs his hands up Beca's sides, stopping to rest on her hips. Beca tries to stay there in the moment with Kevin; she knows that she is being a complete dick. For the life of her, she cannot stop her mind from returning to the forbidden blonde. When she closes her eyes, all she can see is Chloe's smile. Her bright blue eyes staring back at Beca.
At some point Beca recalls leaving the living room. Beca being gently shoved down onto a bed, rough lips capturing hers. She has finally regained some semblance of control over her slightly perverted thoughts. She pulls away from the kiss, panting slightly to catch her breath. She presses her hand against Kevin's cheek, scratching at his rough stubble.
"This beard is ridiculous. In college it didn't feel like I was making out with razor blades." Beca chuckles softly, moving her arms to remove her sweater.
The rest of the night had Beca pretty much in a daze. Clothes being removed and tossed haphazardly across the room. Blonde hair. Rough, calloused hands on her hips, skimming the skin of her chest. Blue eyes. Stubble burns on her neck, her chest, thighs. Soft, feminine lips pressed against hers. Strong arms holding her, pectoral muscles pressed against her. Soft curves and lean muscled arms holding her, breasts pressed against hers.
That was the turning point for Beca. She knew that she was falling in too deep. She was crossing a line that could not be crossed. She had to banish all thoughts of the enchanting blonde. She was her Doctor, a licensed professional. Having not so innocent thoughts about her patient was not only against every moral and professional code out there, she took an oath. She had to forget about Chloe Beale. She could not have romantic thoughts or feelings for her patient. She couldn't dream about wanting to drown in those blue eyes. No matter how many times she chastised herself for her thoughts, she fell asleep dreaming of those aquamarine pools.
Beca knew that she was late when she woke up. She didn't plan on staying the night. She couldn't break out of Kevin's grasp fast enough, sliding out of the bed. She stumbles around the room, collecting her clothes blindly. The blackout curtains in Kevin's room making it impossible for the brunette to see, it isn't long before she stubs her toe against the bedpost. A pained yelp pulls Kevin out of his deep slumber, the bedside light being switched on.
"Fuck!" Beca curses loudly, hopping up and down on one foot, bra and underwear the only clothing items in place.
"Are you okay Becs?"
"No I'm not fucking okay! Why is it so dark in here? Now I'm going to be late for work and I probably broke my fucking toe."
Beca mumbles grumpily, pulling her jeans and shirt back on. She tells Kevin goodbye, hurrying out of his apartment to head back to her brother's.
~*~General POV~*~
Chloe was confused. Beca…Dr. Mithell was supposed now twenty minutes late for their appointment. Panic ran through Chloe's veins, feelings of worthlessness threatening to overtake her. Chloe knew that Beca was going to drop her as soon as she could. She knew that Beca was going to refer her to another therapist, that she didn't want to deal with the "Crazy Girl."
Chloe turns away from the brunette's office door, pulling out her phone to text her mom. Might as well get a jump on finding a new shrink. Soft hands grasp the blonde's shoulders, stopping her movement. Chloe looks up from her phone, eyes locking on the navy blue that she can't stop thinking about. Beca's face is screwed up in pity, sympathy? Maybe apologetic.
"I am so sorry Chloe. I didn't mean to be late. I overslept and yeah…." Beca's words trail off. She wasn't sure why she was telling Chloe what held her up. Surely her apology would suffice. Beca smiles awkwardly, unlocking her office door. She opens the door, gesturing the blonde in with her hand.
"S'fine." Chloe breezes past the brunette. She isn't positive, but she thinks that her therapist may have sniffed her hair as she walked by. The prospect of Beca smelling her hair both excites and scares the blonde. She immediately makes her way over to her chair, sinking her body into the plush heaven.
~*~Beca POV~*~
-What the fuck BECA!?- Beca screams internally. She actually took a whiff of the blonde as she walked past her. She can't believe that her subconscious actually allowed that to happen. She swore to herself last night that she would forget the attraction that she felt towards the redhead and now she goes off and fucking sniffs her hair!
Beca stomps into her office, plopping down in her chair. She takes a minute to collect herself before turning her attention to the blonde.
"Chloe." Beca clears her throat. "How about you tell me about Barden?" Beca looks up, meeting the curious gaze of the blonde. Her throat immediately feels like she swallowed a pound of sand. Chloe smiles shyly.
"Um, sure." The blonde states, wringing her hands in her lap. "My best days at Barden had to be when I was in the Bellas. We were like a group of misfits." Chloe laughs at the memory.
"We had the captain of the team. Her name was Aubrey. She was your typical type a personality. She had to have control over every single aspect of the team. Her dad was the reason behind all of her "quirks" if you will. He was very adamant that Aubrey strive for perfection. I can understand trying to strive for perfection but this was another level. He was almost like a tiger mom when it came to competitions and her academia. She was my best friend when I was a Bella."
Chloe takes a deep breath.
"There was Lilly. Lilly was kind of scary. She was really quiet. It wasn't that she didn't talk; she was just so soft spoken that we could hardly ever make out what she was saying. When we were able to make out her words, they were always the weirdest statements. She was obsessed with knives and fire and dead bodies. She once swore that she had built a time machine."
Beca laughs, eyebrows disappearing into her hairline. "Sounds like a serial killer."
"No. She was completely harmless."
Chloe runs her fingers through her hair.
"Stacie was the other girl that I was closest with. Stacie looked like your typical sorority girl. Super tall, brunette, legs for days. Hot. Extremely sexually fluid. Funny thing was that Stacie was actually crazy smart. She got her degree in physics."
"We had Emily. Her last name was Junk." Beca chokes as she inhales a drink of her coffee. "You think that's bad? Her dad's last name was Hardon. So yeah. Emily was like our little A Capella baby. She was the sweetest girl. Great set of pipes too."
"Fat Amy was our native Australian."
"Wait, Fat Amy? You actually called her Fat Amy?" Beca questions, eyes widened in surprise.
"Well yeah, she asked us to."
"Why?"
"Her exact words were that she called herself Fat Amy so twig bitches like us didn't do it behind her back."
"I like her already."
"Yeah. She was definitely the comedic relief of the group. She always told these outlandish stories that were pretty much too crazy to be real."
"There was also, Cynthia Rose, Ashley, Jessica, Flo. C.R. was like our Mama Bear. Always the level headed one. Flo was kind of like the outspoken version of Lilly. She also had really outlandish stories that were too much. Ashley and Jessica, well nobody really could tell them apart. They couldn't even tell us who was who. It wasn't as if they look alike or anything. They weren't even related."
Chloe laughs, pausing to wipe a stray tear from her eye.
"We were so passionate. I loved being a part of the Bellas. Those girls were my family, they were everything to me. It absolutely killed me to have to leave the group. I tried to stay on as a choreographer and co-captain after I recovered from my surgery, but it was too painful. I couldn't look at each of their faces every day and not be able to be a part of the group that I spent so much of my time with. A month after I recovered from my surgery, I told Aubrey that I was quitting the group altogether and I moved out of the Bella house. That was pretty much the last time that I ever heard from any of the girls again. I got the occasional text from Aubrey for a while, but I stopped answering them. It just hurt too much."
Beca clears her throat, trying to think of a way to steer Chloe away from this conversation.
"So what's it like when you hear the voices?"
~*~Chloe POV~*~
Chloe knew that this question was coming. She had hoped to avoid ever answering it. Better to get it over with now, she thinks.
Clearing her throat, "I don't hear the voices inside of my head. It's like I can hear them talking out loud. Like any other person on the street. Like coming from the radio. Or like people were standing behind me, talking to me."
"What would they say to you?"
"Different things. Mostly they would tell me how worthless I am. How much of a burden I am on my family. How much better off my parents and sister would be if I would just die. They would tell me to kill myself, to end it all." Chloe trails off, wiping tears from her eyes."Sometimes it would just be one voice. Other times there would be so many voices that I couldn't tell what the voices were telling me and what my actual thoughts were."
"It started to be too much. I wanted to run away. I tried to, I really did. I just took off one day and kept running. I ran until I realized that there was nowhere for me to go. There was literally no place that I could escape to."
Beca scribbles something down in her notebook. "When did you first hear the voices?"
Chloe sighs, trying to pinpoint when the voices started. "I don't really remember when I first started hearing the voices. It feels like it has been forever. When I was working as a waitress in high school. I heard them when I was hanging out with my friends. They were there when I went on my first date. When I had sex for the first time. It eventually got to a point where they were getting louder and louder. It got to the point where I couldn't concentrate in class anymore. My grades were slipping and I was at risk of being kicked out of one of my core classes for my degree. My parents set me up with a specialist. They gave me some meds. I started to get better."
Chloe looks up, meeting Beca's gaze. The brunette has her full attention on the blonde.
"When I first started taking the meds, the voices disappeared. After a while, they still hadn't returned. So I thought that I was getting better. I thought that I didn't need to take the meds anymore."
Chloe laughs sardonically.
"I know that it was stupid for me to stop taking my meds. I just really wanted to prove that there was nothing wrong with me. That they were wrong when they diagnosed me. Now I know that I was wrong. They were right. I am crazy."
Chloe swallows over the lump in her throat.
"The doctors were right when they told me that I am crazy. The voices were right when they told me that I am worthless…that I shouldn't be aliv…"
"No Chloe." Beca interrupts."The voices aren't right. They aren't right and I am so glad that you didn't listen to them. The world would not be a better place without you, because you're gorgeous." Really Beca? Gorgeous. You know that you aren't allowed to think that way. Dammit. Think before you speak idiot.
Chloe smiles, a blush rising on her cheeks."You're not flirting with me this time, are you?"
Beca buries her face in her hands."Please don't embarrass me."
"Sorry."
Beca looks back up at Chloe, the brunette's cheeks reddened in embarrassment. "No you're not."
"I'm not sorry. Because you're gorgeous too."
"Um…thanks." Beca mumbles, brain short circuiting. "Chloe I'm really glad that you are starting to open up. It's really good that you are talking. I really hate to do this, but our session is over for today."
"Huh. I guess that time flies when you're embarrassing your therapist."
Beca laughs. "Get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Okay." Chloe stands up, grabbing her purse. "Bye Beca."
"Till tomorrow blondie." Beca waves as the blonde leaves the office. She slams her head against her desk with a groan. "Fuck. Rebecca, you're screwed."
TBC…