A/N: Here's chapter. Hopefully this will convince you that despite the heavy sad themes, it's not all bad and depressing. I'm not just going to emotionally torture them just 'cause, you know.

Anyways, comments and reviews are always welcomed. Song/title is by 'Lifehouse'

I don't own pitch perfect.

The doctors said it could have been because of the blow to her head.

And entire four to five years or so of history gone because of one little accident.

Okay, maybe not little.

Luke seemed both worried and disappointed and when Beca had asked, but he would only give her a sad smile.

Form her memories, the current ones she at least still have she wasn't in speaking terms with the step-monster, she had a strained relationship with her dad. She didn't have friends, let alone a redheaded girl who was apparently her fiancée.

And Beca wasn't entirely sure about what to feel about the whole girl group acapella thing going that she had become a part of.

It was a very frustrating week for her in the hospital, and she knew it would be another frustrating week ahead as she tries to adjust to the new reality she had woken up in.

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

She had her headphones on, sitting at the back of Luke's car, the redhead – her name was Chloe Beale, the girl who had dragged her into joining the Bellas as she later learned from Emily through a skype call – was sat in in the passenger seat. A week in the hospital, technically it was a week in a half, and they finally released her, the doctors said there was nothing wrong with her, nothing other than a few of her memories missing.

She wished she could remember something. She really did, but there was nothing she could do.

"It could be temporary, Ms. Mitchell. Some patients who've been through the same ordeal as you slowly regain their memories back in a couple of weeks or in a span of a few months."

"But?" Beca asked, it was her preemptive strike. There was always a 'but'.

"There's a chance it won't ever fully return." said her doctor.

And somehow those words haunt her over and over.

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

Luke was talking about little trivial things on the drive back with Chloe, trying to cheer her up. But Beca noted that even when the redhead would smile, they never touched her heart. Somehow the sight of it made her heart break a little.

Chloe Beale.

She couldn't remember her, even when Beca wanted to so badly. She spent most of the last days in the hospital with a tall brunette, Stacie, showing her pictures of the times they spent together, and though she could see with her own two eyes that there she was smiling with her so-called friends, dancing with the redhead, having the time of her life, all Beca could see were strangers.

She couldn't even recognize the Beca in the pictures.

She had other visitors too, and a dozen skype calls from people she could barely identify. Luke handled most of the Bellas with Stacie's help, meanwhile Aubrey mostly handled Chloe, the two often disappearing at times when she could tell the redhead was too emotional.

Her conversations with Chloe were a little strained, she knew, and it only frustrated her even more. Chloe was nice, kind, always so accommodating, but Beca just couldn't figure out what to say or how to talk to her. She'd sometimes talk about her mixes or their dog, because they apparently had one. She tried to stray away from the memories, which Beca was thankful for because Stacie was overloading her senses a bit, but she'd talk about songs.

Songs they shared and formed memories with and for the first time ever Beca found the songs with no meaning.

Which really didn't help her in processing what she was feeling now.

She went to Barden for four years. She's only started her career in LA, she's apparently had internships though, and those opened some doors to her.

There was just so much stuff.

Considering that she was also apparently engaged, yeah, there was just too much stuff.

"When is it?" she remembered asking Aubrey the day before. The two of them happened to end up alone in her room together. They rarely talked other than when the blonde asked how she was doing whenever she came in for a visit, but somehow, she knew she was going to get a straight answer from Aubrey.

Something Luke and Stacie, and that other guy who kept trying to sell the idea that she now watches movies – Jesse? – tried to tiptoe around.

Aubrey had sighed. "Don't worry about it Beca, just get better. I took over the responsibility of making sure everything's settled."

"Yes, but when is it?" she had insisted.

"In four days Beca. You were supposed to get married to my best friend in four days." Aubrey replied with all honesty, a hint of sadness in her tone. "Don't force yourself to think about it. Just get better. That's all you can really do. For both yourself and Chloe."

Beca nodded. "I heard you were staying at our apartment for a while?" she asked. She wanted to keep the conversation going, try to figure out what to expect when she got out.

"Oh that, well, we were but… It's handled Beca. We were only supposed to stay for a week because we were planning to spend this week, you know, preparing and stuff at the venue…" Aubrey replied, she sounded a little unsure how to go about it but she was thankful for the honesty. "We're staying at a hotel for now before we go back to New York."

"Oh. Okay." Beca replied in low voice, trying to process everything again.

Because that, apparently was all she could do.

Try to figure out what felt familiar or something.

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on
I'm barely holdin' on to you

"I'm sorry." Beca found herself saying in her pajamas that night, standing in the living room watching Chloe fix the sofa bed. The song she had been listening on for repeat still stuck in her head. They had their dog – which was strangely enough named Ghost after some character's wolf? Direwolf? Beca wasn't really sure what Chloe was talking about – stay over at 'uncle' Luke for a while, give Beca some space and time to adjust.

Which also meant that Chloe had volunteered to sleep in the living room. She didn't want Beca getting weirded out about sleeping in the same bed with someone who was essentially a stranger to her.

Although honestly that was only decided after Luke argued that staying in their apartment might do her better and help her remember, Chloe insisting that if Beca felt more sure and safe with Luke, she could stay with him for now. They lived in the same building anyways.

But Beca agreed to what Luke said, maybe it would help staying in their apartment. Besides, she felt like she could trust Chloe. A part of her knew that she was safe with her.

"We bought this couch with other people sleeping over in mind Beca, we promised to always have space for our friends when they visit and since we're still both climbing up the ladder to our success…" Chloe started to say, she was trying to keep the conversation light and casual, trying not to make Beca uncomfortable with a situation she didn't plan on ever finding herself in.

Oh Chloe, where you always like this? Beca thought to herself as she found herself smiling a meek smile.

"That's not what you meant." Chloe then said, sitting down on the edge of her makeshift bed. She was looking at Beca as if she was trying to understand what she could possibly be apologizing for in the first place.

"I know, Chloe, I asked Aubrey." Beca replied weakly, her eyes quickly looking away. It was the only way she could find the strength to speak. She couldn't open it up to her right now without getting somewhat emotional, and there was nothing else in this world that she would want right now than to understand what and why she was feeling what she was feeling right now for the redhead in front of her.

"Oh…" Chloe said, her voice cracking up a little, trying to find exactly what it is she wanted to say in response.

"I'm sorry I'm what you have right now. Not your Beca but something so broken and… I don't know, I… well… I don't want you to feel bad, but of course you do… and I… well I… it's not your fault Chloe." Beca struggled to say.

"It's not yours either Beca." she found Chloe saying in a low voice. "Don't apologize. You don't need to."

"I know. I just…" Beca tried to say again, but she made the mistake of meeting Chloe's glassy eyes, and she found that she's lost the will to speak. Chloe was trying to be strong and here she was, a rambling idiot apologizing for whatever Fate had in store for them.

Beca made her way towards Chloe and placed a light kiss on her forehead, for some reason she felt compelled to. Maybe it was because of the hundreds of memories they shared buried beneath the dark clouds surrounding her mind at the moment. Maybe because they were desperately fighting their way back.

"Thank you for being you, Chloe Beale." she whispered before turning to say good night.

Chloe smiled weakly, wishing her a goodnight as well, and Beca couldn't help but notice that even though she was barely smiling back, the warmth had begun to reach Chloe's eyes.

That's how she found herself sleeping, making a promise to herself that she'll do everything within her power to remember. To get back to who she was and fix herself.

If only to truly make Chloe Beale smile again.