Title: It's Going Down
Author: slacker_d
Pairing/Characters: Aubrey/Beca, Fat Amy, Chloe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Beca refuses to cancel her plans with Fat Amy, Aubrey worries that they're up to no good.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Word Count: ~2,890
Spoilers: not really.


Aubrey's plans for Friday night have fallen through and so she decides that a quiet night in with her girlfriend sounds like a better alternative. Except that Beca is busy.

"What do you mean, you're busy?"

Beca shrugs as she sets her headphones on her desk. "You were busy."

"And now I'm not."

Beca sighs. "Are you just trying to pick a fight?"

"What are you even doing?"

"Um, I'm, uh, hanging out with Amy," Beca stammers.

"Doing?"

"Don't really know," Beca stutters, not quiet meeting Aubrey's gaze. "Amy's dragging me somewhere."

"So you don't even know what you're doing?"

Beca nods, sheepishly. "She said it was important and so I said I would go."

"Go where?"

Beca shrugs. "Where ever it is that she needs to go."

"Fine," Aubrey huffs. "Don't tell me. I don't care anyway." Feeling annoyed, Aubrey stomps out of Beca's room.

"Bree!" Beca calls after her quickly retreating girlfriend. "Aubrey!"

...

Aubrey finds Fat Amy flirting with a couple of guys on the swim team and literally drags her away from them.

"Hey there, Cap," Fat Amy says. "What's the big deal? Please tell me that jocks aren't off limits too. That seriously narrows my pool of potential dates.

"No," Aubrey replies with a sigh. "Jocks aren't off limits."

"Awesome. So what's up?"

"You're hanging out with Beca, Friday night?"

"I am," Fat Amy nods.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Um... why?"

"Because I'm curious what's so important."

"What makes you think it's important?" Fat Amy asks.

"Beca told me that you said it was," Aubrey replies.

"Oh."

"So what are you doing?"

Fat Amy looks panicked for a moment and suddenly Aubrey is afraid; the combination of Fat Amy and Beca together could create infinite chaos, even if Fat Amy doesn't realize it yet.

"Um, look, Aubrey, despite your insistence on me doing cardio, I still respect you," Fat Amy says finally. "So please don't make me lie to you."

"If that was meant to reassure me." Aubrey sighs. "Fine. But if you two are arrested, I'm not bailing you out."

"I don't think that will be a problem."

"All right," Aubrey replies. "I'll leave you to your flirting."

...

"I don't see why this has to be a secret," Fat Amy complains. "Or why you won't tell me what's in the duffel bag."

"Because she wouldn't approve," Beca replies. "And it's not someone's head, so you can stop asking that."

"How do you know she wouldn't approve?"

"I just do," Beca retorts.

"But really? How do you?" Fat Amy presses.

The two of them are currently driving in a truck that Fat Amy borrowed from one of her many suitors. Beca's in the driver's seat since she knows where they're going, but unfortunately, it also means that Fat Amy can concentrate on interrogating Beca.

Beca sighs. "Okay, maybe I don't know," she admits. "But I'd rather not risk it. Okay?"

"You don't think she'll find out eventually?" Fat Amy asks.

"Why? Are you planning on telling her?"

"Considering you still haven't told me what we're doing..."

"Amy," Beca says. "Promise me that you won't mention this to Bree."

"Beca, you know I can't promise that until I know what the hell we're even doing," Fat Amy tells her.

Beca grumbles under her breath.

"And considering the fact that it was I who found the transportation for this little excursion, you can't be too mad at me," Fat Amy smiles.

"Fine," Beca says. "But once I tell you, you have to swear. Deal?"

"Deal," Fat Amy nods.

...

"I still don't see why I have to drive," Chloe grouses.

"Because I'm a much better navigator than you are," Aubrey tells her. "Remember spring break sophomore year?"

"Since I was following your directions," Chloe says. "I still maintain that that wasn't my fault."

"You were the navigator," Aubrey replies. "So it was still your fault."

"Except we're just following them," Chloe points out. "So why do you even need to navigate?"

"Well, maybe I need to strategize," Aubrey says.

"Just for the record, I still think this is a terrible idea."

"I'm sorry, but there's just too much trouble that the two of them can get into," Aubrey says. "I can't risk them getting arrested. Or worse."

"What could possibly be worse than them getting arrested?"

"I don't know, Chloe," Aubrey snaps. "But I can't let it happen."

"Okay. Okay." Chloe studies Aubrey for a moment. "Why do I feel like I'm missing something?"

Aubrey shrugs.

"What exactly did you learn about Beca?"

Aubrey doesn't respond.

"I'm starting to think that it's more than the usual teen rebellion?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Aubrey replies, primly.

"Uh huh," Chloe says. "Whatever you say, Bree."

...

It feels like they've been following Beca and Fat Amy forever when the truck finally stops. Though, considering it looks like the set of a horror movie, Aubrey's not sure how relieved she really is.

"I'm starting to think that your concern is completely justified," Chloe says, taking in their surroundings.

They're in the middle of nowhere; glancing at her phone, Aubrey's surprised that she still has cell reception. They're parked in front of an abandoned looking warehouse that has definitely seen better days. There are about thirty other cars parked there as well.

"So do we go in?" Chloe asks.

"We came this far," Aubrey replies.

"What if they won't let us in?" Chloe continues. "Or worse, what if it's like that movie, Host—"

"Don't," Aubrey warns. "This is freaky enough without you brining up horror movies."

Chloe sighs, climbs out of the car and follows Aubrey towards the door.

There's a bouncer guarding the door, which makes Aubrey wonder if it's a club.

"You here for the match?" he asks.

"Of course," Aubrey replies.

"Ten bucks each."

Aubrey hands him a twenty and he steps aside to let them in.

"Just follow the signs," he calls after them.

There are pieces of paper taped to the walls with marker made arrows on them, which they quietly follow. They're both surprised when they enter a gym. The gym isn't particularly big and has a boxing ring in the middle, surrounded by metal bleachers that are half full of people.

"I don't see them anywhere," Chloe says.

"A boxing match?" Aubrey questions. "I don't understand the secrecy or why this is so important."

"Maybe it's something ridiculous like chi—oooh, I see Amy."

"And Beca?"

Chloe shakes her head.

"Let's go talk to Fat Amy," Aubrey sighs.

The Australian, to Aubrey's surprise, is not socializing and collecting her usual gaggle of admirers. It just makes it that much easier for Chloe to plop down on Fat Amy's left while Aubrey sits on her right.

"Hey guys," Fat Amy greets, nervously. "Fancy running into you two, here."

"Hardly," Aubrey retorts. "We followed you guys."

"Oh."

"What is this place?" Chloe asks.

"Just your usual warehouse in the middle of nowhere," Fat Amy stammers.

"Where's Beca?" Aubrey asks.

"Look, Aubrey," Fat Amy says. "This was all Beca, I swear. I didn't give her the idea or find the place or... I just the only thing I did do is find us a way to get here. So please don't be mad at me."

"Just tell us, Amy," Chloe interjects. "Before Aubrey's head explodes."

Fat Amy nods. "Beca's gonna, uh, fight, box, whatever."

"Really?" Chloe questions.

Fat Amy nods again.

"Intriguing," Chloe replies with a grin. "Right Bree?"

"Why did you guys have to come all the way out here?" Aubrey asks. "And why the secrecy?"

Fat Amy shrugs. "Girl was under the impression that you'd be upset."

"Why do I feel like I'm missing something?"

"Attention, ladies and gentlemen."

The three of them turn their attention to the ring where a referee is now standing center ring. "We're about to start, so if you could please take your seats. Thank you," he says once everyone quiets down. "Welcome to the GACBWL weekly quarter final match. This is the third match and this week's winner will advance to the semi finals. Tonight's contestants are Beca Mitchell and Kate Jamieson." He pauses for the applause. "Ladies if you'd please take your places at the chessboard, we can begin." Beca sits across from a tall brunette, both looking determined. "Good luck ladies and may the best boxer win."

Aubrey is still very confused, but watches with interest as Beca shakes hands with Kate. Once they're done wishing each other luck, noise defenders are placed on their head. The referee glances at Beca first, who nods and then Kate, who also nods, before blowing his whistle.

It's then that Aubrey notices the large digital clock behind the ring that's counting down from four minutes. Her attention quickly returns to Beca, who to Aubrey's shock seems to be very skilled at chess.

When the four minutes are up, the noise defenders are removed and each woman stands. Aubrey watches her girlfriend put a mouth guard in and pull on boxing gloves. Once the chess board is removed, a bell is rung and the digital clock is now counting down from three minutes, as the boxers begin to circle each other.

...

As Beca hears the bell ding, she tries to concentrate on her opponent. She has a good six inches on Beca, which means the match is going to be a challenge. But then again, Beca's first opponent, who she crushed, was much taller than her as well.

They spend the first round of boxing, feigning and testing each other reflexes. When a punch is thrown, contact is definitely made, but no real damage is caused.

And then the bell is dinging and a towel is thrown at her, as someone helps her removed her gloves. After wiping her face of sweat, the best she can, Beca sits down at the chess board again. The noise defenders are on again and Beca waits for the whistle.

...

Aubrey's honestly not sure which she finds hotter, that Beca obviously knows how to play chess well or that she can box. Maybe both.

"Your girlfriend is so fucking hot right now," Chloe whispers over Fat Amy, who grins and nods in agreement.

"Keep it in your pants for once, Beale."

Chloe sticks her tongue out as Fat Amy giggles.

...

Beca ends up winning by KO during the third round of boxing, which shocks her. Turns out that Kate has a glass jaw. No wonder she has such great defense, Beca thinks as the referee declares her the winner.

As she climbs out of the ring, Beca is approached by Kim Darby, one of the GACBWL officials. She discusses the schedule for the next few weeks for with Beca. There is still one more quarter final round left and then once a winner has been declared, Kim tells Beca that she'll contact her about who'll she be fighting and where.

Feeling disgusting, Beca quickly heads to the locker room for a shower and to check her injuries.

...

"So why didn't Beca want you to know about this?" Fat Amy asks Aubrey, as they wait for Beca to clean up.

"I have no idea," Aubrey says.

"Really, Bree?" Chloe questions. "You have no idea?"

"She embarrassed about the chess?" Aubrey shrugs.

"Personally, I find it safer to just assume you're doing to disapprove of everything," Fat Amy says. "Easier that way."

"Makes sense," Chloe adds. "She wasn't sure, so she decided not to risk it."

"I find it to be a safe approach."

The three of them look up at a now freshly showered Beca. "After all, I do get yelled at a lot in rehearsal."

"Only because you purposely mess things up to piss me off," Aubrey retorts.

"That was just that one time," Beca says. "Trust me, I don't have to try and mess up dance steps, that just comes naturally."

"And yet you have the proper hand eye coordination to box?" Aubrey questions.

Beca shrugs. "Life's funny like that."

"Congratulations," Chloe says, jumping up to hug Beca.

"Thanks," Beca replies with a groan.

"Oh yeah, she got in a few good hits, didn't she?"

Beca nods.

"You're gonna have one hell of a shiner tomorrow, that's for sure," Fat Amy adds.

"Serves you right," Aubrey grumbles.

"So did you get here in time to see the whole match?" Beca asks.

"Shouldn't you be more surprised to see us?" Chloe counters.

"Oh please," Beca scoffs. "Like I believed for one second that Aubrey wouldn't do everything in her power to see what Amy and I were up to."

"Well you certainly acted like you thought we were in the clear," Fat Amy retorts.

Beca shrugs. "I'm not always right."

"Try rarely," Aubrey mutters.

"Are you mad at me?" Beca asks.

"Yes."

"Why don't we give you two a minute," Chloe says, tugging on Fat Amy's sleeve.

"Ah, but it's just getting interesting," Fat Amy grumbles, standing.

"I'm sure there's something just as interesting over here."

"So you're not even going to look at me?" Beca asks, once Chloe and Fat Amy are out of earshot.

"I'm torn at the moment, actually."

Beca sits gingerly on the bleacher next to Aubrey. "About?"

"I just spent a half hour worrying about you being seriously hurt," Aubrey explains.

"Mere flesh wounds," Beca snarks.

"But it was also super hot seeing you up there," Aubrey continues.

"Yeah?" Beca grins.

"I'm not sure what I find hotter, truth be told," Aubrey says. "You boxing or you playing chess."

"I would have figured the chess," Beca replies.

"I'm embarrassed to admit that I find your bad assery more attractive than you brain."

"Ah, thanks?"

"Or maybe it's how you use your brain to be a bad ass," Aubrey thinks out loud.

"That sounds less insulting," Beca agrees.

"If you wanted tact, you wouldn't be dating me," Aubrey retorts.

"Well that's certainly true."

...

"Can we at least go out and get drunk to celebrate Beca's victory?" Fat Amy asks, as they exit the warehouse.

"The night is still young," Chloe agrees.

"You up for it?"

Beca nods slowly. "Maybe the alcohol will numb my face a little."

"Awww, poor Becs," Chloe says.

"Don't awe her," Aubrey says.

"Why not?"

"She just participated in a boxing match," Aubrey answers. "Getting hit in the face is a given."

"True," Fat Amy agrees.

"But it's Beca," Chloe argues. "She's all short and adorable—"

"Hey."

"Not to mention, your girlfriend," Chloe finishes.

"What?" Aubrey asks after a long moment of Chloe staring her down.

"So even though you found it totally hot that Beca boxes well enough to knock someone out, you're not even going to feel a little bad for her?"

Beca grins and nudges Aubrey, who ignores her.

"Nonetheless," Aubrey says. "I stand by my previous statement."

"So that's a no to partying?" Fat Amy asks.

"You're just mad that I didn't tell you," Beca says.

"Beca," Chloe interjects. "Why don't you drive Aubrey back and Amy and I will follow in the truck."

The red head looks at Fat Amy, who nods.

"Okay," Beca shrugs.

...

"Do you think they're talking?" Fat Amy asks. "Or fighting?"

"No idea," Chloe replies. "Though, sometimes, I think for them, it's one and the same." Chloe's glad she decided to drive because Fat Amy, at the moment, seems more concerned with trying to spy on Bree and Beca. Chloe doesn't even want to know where the binoculars came from.

"Not that I'm complaining," Fat Amy says. "But why do you spose Beca asked me to come along?"

Chloe shrugs. "Probably figured that you'd get the most out of it."

"True," Fat Amy agrees. "That was a fine spectacle."

"Are you complaining?"

"No. Just curious."

...

"I'm sorry I didn't just tell you," Beca says after an extended silence. "But I really didn't know how you'd react."

"How is this different from pranking the Trebles?" Aubrey questions.

"Well, to be fair, I wasn't going to tell you about that initially—"

"Well, lucky for us, I caught you," Aubrey interjects.

"I suppose."

Silence falls over them again.

"What are you thinking about?" Beca asks, tentatively.

"Honestly? You kicking Bumper's ass."

Beca laughs.

"It's horrible," Aubrey says. "And I don't even know where the thought came from. Because it goes against almost everything I stand for."

"Well he is a dickhead," Beca replies. "Even some of the Trebles agree with that."

Aubrey glares at Beca. Her girlfriend hates any reminder that Beca is friends with a Treble.

"Sorry."

Aubrey sighs. "So next there's a semi final?"

Beca nods. "No matter who I'm paired with, I think I should be able to win. It just depends on how tight their chess game is."

"I could help you practice," Aubrey offers.

"A few matches against you would definitely be good practice," Beca agrees. "Oooh, can we make it strip chess?"

"I'm not quite sure how that would even work," Aubrey retorts.

"Yeah, but it would be fun to figure out," Beca replies.

"Perv."

But her grin is so full of fondness that Beca just grins in return. She returns her attention to the road, but feels Aubrey slip her hand into Beca's. It seems once again, that they've both underestimated how into each other the other is. Beca's okay with that.