So kiss me now

This whiskey on my breath

Feel the lives that I have taken

What little soul that I have left

And oh, my god

I'll take you to the grave

The only love I've ever known

The only soul I've ever saved

The first thing she registers is the sound of water. And waves. The ocean to be exact.

She's lying on her back in the sand. And it's so warm. A perfect breeze passes by every so often.

She feels...perfect. It's unreal. It's like...heaven.

"Nice isn't it?"

The voice startles her and she turns her head to the source of the sound finding Chloe mirroring her position, her eyes facing the sky.

"Chloe?"

The other girl turns her head towards Beca to meet her eyes, a playful smirk on her face.

"Beca?" she questions playfully.

"Are we...um..."

"Dead?"

Beca's eyebrows raise at the question directed towards her and she nods. Chloe sighs and turns her attention back to the clouds.

"It would seem that way."

She thinks on that for a moment before getting up and taking in her surroundings. It's the most beautiful beach she's ever seen. And she can only imagine what the rest of the island looks like. She walks to the water, the tide coming in just then to wash over her feet. It's the perfect temperature.

She calls out to Chloe who is in the exact spot she left her. "So the afterlife, or whatever this is...is a beach. With you?"

Beca sees her smile and thinks maybe she won't receive an answer but then Chloe stands up and walks right over to her. For some reason she's surprised when arms slide around her neck and she's pulled flush against Chloe's body. That doesn't stop her own hands from grasping at Chloe's waist, though, and she's surprised once again when warm lips are suddenly on hers. But that doesn't stop her from returning the action and she's rewarded with a body pressing into hers and a permanence of lips. She's dizzy when Chloe pulls away, her head immediately moving forward to rectify the lack of contact. But she comes up short when her lips are met with a finger lightly pressing against them instead.

"Are you disappointed?"

She can't help but smile, knowing the cheeky smirk Chloe is no doubt wearing. Her assumptions are confirmed when she opens her eyes to find the bluest, clearest, fairy-tale eyes staring right back at her, and an expression that says her answer better be nothing but-

"Not a chance."

Chloe smiles and whispers a barely audible "good" before they're lips are joined again in a kiss that can only exist in a place like this.

All of a sudden Chloe breaks away and Beca is flat on her back, Chloe hovering over her, knees on either side of her hips. Not that she's complaining.

"So the afterlife comes with surprise ninja skills?"

Chloe smiles, and one eyebrow twitches upwards. "Among other things."

Beca would wrap her arms around Chloe's waist, but they're currently pinned above her head, held in place by Chloe's heavenly strength.

"So what's next?"

"Stay still," Chloe whispers, inches from Beca's lips. She can only nod slightly, hypnotized by blue eyes staring right into her own.

"We have to stop the bleeding."

Beca's face contorts into confusion, unsure of why Chloe would say that.

"What?"

"You're going to be okay, Beca! Just hang on. You have to stay still!"

"Chloe - wha -?"

Her words are cut short by a scream coming from her own mouth. She looks down to see blood gushing out of her body, by her shoulder. And something is sticking out of it. Something that absolutely does not belong in her body. Chloe's hands are pressing around it with a bunched up shirt. Chloe's shirt it seems since she's now shirtless. She's got a wild look in her eye. Determined. Terrified. Tears and blood mix in streaks down her face.

There are no more kisses. There is no more beach. There is no more Chloe. Just pain.

"Aaaarrrgghhh!"

"I know it hurts, but help is here. Stay with me!"

"I died! WE died! I want to go back. Just let me go back!"

"Beca Mitchell you are alive and I am alive and you better fucking stay that way!"

She sees flashes of Chloe's face, of rubble around her, of faces she doesn't recognize. She screams some more, and cries. All she can feel is pain.

She hears a voice she doesn't recognize say something about the building collapsing and they don't have much time. She's pretty sure the building has already collapsed, more than once.

"Try and calm down and breathe, okay?"

She hears Chloe's voice but it feels far. She focuses her energy on that voice, repressing the pain as best she can. Her screams and cries lessen, manifesting into agonizing grunts. She clenches her teeth and closes her eyes, focusing again on Chloe's voice. When she opens her eyes, she finds Chloe smiling, tears streaking through the blood and dirt.

"Hey."

Beca smiles, although it may be more of a grimace, clenching her jaw through another wave of pain, before replying which comes out in her next breath. "Hi."

"You're going to be okay, Beca."

"We were at the beach. Just me and you. It was perfect. It was perfect, Chloe."

"Sounds pretty perfect."

"Can we go back there?"

Everything is starting to feel farther away. The pain. Chloe. The other voices yelling somewhere else. Her own voice.

"Yes...yes we can. When we get out of here, we're going to go. Okay?"

She manages a nod, and a shooting pain hits her. It's getting harder to breathe, but she has to fight a little longer. She's not dying without telling one more thing to Chloe.

"I love...I love you...Chloe."

She can tell Chloe hears the finality in her voice. The redhead chokes back tears and whatever pain is tearing through her heart and body.

"I love you too and I'm going to keep telling you that for a long time because you're going to be okay."

"Okay."

A/N: There will be a part 4. Interpret that as you wish. And of course, thanks for reading and reviewing. HUGS FOR ALL.