A/N: Hi there audience!

It has taken me a while to pick up this story again. I feel like I am braindead X_X
Anyways... here it is. Sorry for keeping you all waiting. Soon I'll have a short holiday so I might work on your requests and prompts.
Enjoy this chapter my sweeties ^_^ Love to you all


"Oh my God, oh my God!" Chloe frantically said after our visit to the dean and his guests who happened to be the two acapella commentators. The Bella's were now suspended from the ICCA's and Chloe's world was practically falling apart. "Chloe, don't blame yourself, you're a ginger that is punishment enough." Fat Amy said, her words obviously having no comforting effect whatsoever. "This is not your fault; this is on all of us." I added, knowing Chloe was going blame herself for all of this. "If we don't win the Worlds, the Bella's are over." Chloe was about to speak when my phone buzzed. I unlocked my phone to see it was a call from Residual Heat, a recording studio I had recently send an application to. It is my dream to become a producer, so I have to start somewhere. I was barely able to contain my smile when the assistant on the phone told me they had room for me at the studio. "That's great news. No, I can start Monday- I would be stoked to start on Monday" I nervously giggled, "Sorry I don't normally say stuff like that, I'm pretty cool, you're going to like me." I clenched my jaw, "That was bad too… Great I will see you Monday. Beca out!" I ended the call, and mentally hit myself on the head for being so extremely awkward. "Beca?!" Chloe called my name, gesturing me to join. "Yeah" I nodded and ran back to my friends.


"Doesn't that hurt?" Chloe asked as she watched me move a big pile of heavy books from my desk. It had been only 4 days since I had broken three of my fingers. Because of the healing factor I could recover from injuries like these in just a few days which is 'supernatural'.

"Yeah it does." I said to her to avoid suspicion.

"Well you should be more careful Becs." The red head told me sincerely.

"So which movie?" I asked as I crashed down on the bed next to Chloe.

"Let's take a look on Netflix."

"Oeh what about this one?" I pointed at a movie from the horror section and immediately received a doubtful gaze back from the ginger.
"I love this movie." Chloe pointed at 'The Proposal'.

"Oh no I am not in the mood for a romantic comedy." I snorted.

"Then what about this one? I haven't seen this one yet."

My eyes fell on the title Black Sails. "Pirates?" I looked at her with a questioning gaze. Chloe shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah why not." She said and started the first episode.


Halfway the episode, I noticed as to how Chloe's hands moved up her neck. She gave a complaining sigh as she rubbed her thumb across her skin.

"I could give you a massage if you'd like." I said as we shared eye-contact.

"Yes please." She whimpered.

I positioned myself behind her and put my hands on her bare shoulders. She shivered at the touch. "Sorry if I've got cold hands." I said, to which she shook her head dismissively. I study her reactions. The way she drops her head as I gently rub my thumb just above the nape of her neck. How she tilts her head to the side as I press my palms over one of the many knots in her shoulders. "Right there…" She moans and I am barely able to keep other thoughts from entering my head. This was as intimate I have ever been with Chloe, and we've seen each other naked. I continue to massage her when suddenly there is a lesbian scene happening on the screen. I subconsciously stop my hands and my jaw drops at the heat between the two women. "Oh… wow." Chloe gasps. I notice she is flustered.

"I did not see that one coming." I say as my gaze turns to Chloe.

"Me neither." She says back and notices the blush on my face. "You think it's hot?" Chloe asks, "Two women, I mean." She clarifies.

Her eyes trail to my finger who nervously twirls around a tress of hair.

"You know, twirling your hair like that is a sign of sexual frustration. Just as dilated pupils can be an accurate indicator of attraction." She tells me.

"W-what are you saying?" I got nervous as she was obviously referring to me. It felt like I was about to have a heart attack when Chloe leaned closer. "Just something I read." Chloe said. "You're so weird." I mumbled, as was my usual reply to these things.

"Well it's getting late… I think it's best if I go home or my dad might worry." The ginger hastily grabbed her stuff and put it in her backpack. "See ya tomorrow at Bella rehearsals?" "I'll be there." I said before Chloe left my room.


I was on my way to school on my skateboard when two fire trucks drove by in quite some speed, their sirens alarming everyone to clear the way. "Don't do it Beca… Don't do it." I whispered to myself. I couldn't be late, not today. I was proud of myself to have ignored the temptation until three more police cars followed. I attached myself to one of the lampposts and the wall, giving myself a boost up into the sky and landed on the roof of a shop, getting myself out of my clothes and into my spidey outfit. I flew over the cars, swinging from roof to roof. I saw smoke rising up in the air and figured this was about a fire.

When I arrived at the scene I saw the firemen doing their best to overpower the fire. A woman came running but was held by one of the police. She resisted fiercely. "Please my baby! You need to let me in there! I need to save my baby!" "M'am I cannot let you go in there!" He told her. I attached my web to the roof and kicked trough the window. It was hard to see because of the smoke so I had to trust my instincts. I heard the cry of a baby and immediately rushed towards the sound. A part of the roof collapsed right behind me startling my efforts. I ran through the sea of fire and ignored the fact that I was scared shitless. I reached a locked door and with one kick breached trough it. There I found her, a small baby in a cradle, crying for her mother. "Don't be scared, I got you now." I whispered as I held her in my arms. I broke through the nearest window and swung back my way to return the baby to her mother. By the look of their reactions they were surprised to still see me breathing but thankful all the same. The woman ran towards me and took the baby from me, crying from happiness. "God bless you Spiderwoman." She said to me to which I gave a nod.


After I had pulled myself into my normal clothes again I took off to get to the Bellas. As I arrived at the auditorium they all stared at me weirdly and gave me questioning faces.

"What happened to your face it's covered in soot." Emily, the youngest member asked me curious. "I- uh…" I stammered, "I cleaned the chimney." I told her. It was the best I could come up with at that moment.

"Beca your house doesn't have a chimney." Chloe furrowed her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Whaaaat?" I pretended to be in shock.

"Beca you're late again. You keep making these excuses which don't make sense at all! We need you here!" Chloe said, "I need you here." She added.

"I'm sorry guys…" I mumbled, swiping my feet across the ground. I had no more lies left to tell them but I could not reveal my real identity. I decided to try and dismiss it.

"Let's get to it shall we? We have to beat DSM." I said, trying to change the subject. The Bellas all looked dispirited. "Come on, we still got some time left!" I said, clapping my hands and pulling out my laptop.

"Come on girls!" Chloe finally said and got everyone going. Even though she still held a bit of a grudge against me, she had to decide what was best for the Bellas.

"Hey is it weird that we never got around to singing today?" Emily came at me while I was packing. It was nearing evening and we were all tired. It felt like we had been at it for the whole day.

"Well it's sort of hard to start singing without arrangements and that's on me, so thank you for reminding me." I nervously laughed.

"Yeah Becs, were going to need it so we can start nailing down our chorography." Chloe said adding a wink to it.

"Right on top of that Chlo." I told her.

"As." She said, as in 'awesome'.

"Yeah, as."

"So I just wanted to let you know I've been working really hard on calming my nerves and keeping my eyes open. I was wondering if you could give me some pointers, maybe? And with the singing I don't exactly know where you going to put me in the song-"

I cut her off. "I don't mean to be rude but I have somewhere where I need to be."

That is rude. My brain told me.

I could read the disappointment on her face. "Uhm… You did great today." I said, trying to cheer the youngster up a bit. It was hard leading this double life. When I was Beca, I'd be working on my exam, the Bellas and at the Residual heat studio. And as Spiderwoman… Well you know... I was fighting crime.


I was running late. Again. I had to get my ass to the studio ASAP if I still wanted a chance of becoming a producer. I got two coffee, one for me and one for my boss. He was a busy man and without caffeine his day would be ruined and he'd be moody for the rest of it. I ran around the corner and bumped against one of the other interns, spilling one cup of coffee all over my T-shirt. "DUDE! What the fuck!" I cursed, glaring at him angrily. He raised his hands up in surrender and took a few paces back. I saw my boss walking and went to him. "Morning boss." I said, handing over my cup of coffee.

"I like your T-shirt; it has a very unique design with that coffee stain." He said mockingly before taking a sip of his coffee. "Hmm? Cinnamon?"

"Sorry, I know you wanted a latte but I accidentally spilled your coffee. I could get you a new one if you want."

"No- no it actually taste pretty good." He said much to my surprise. His assistant walked towards us. "Sir, he's here."

"Who is?" I asked driven by curiosity.

"Snoop Dog of course. It's recording day. You need to start paying more attention Reggie." The Grammy Award winning producer said before taking off.


I crashed onto my bed after having pulled myself into some old pyjamas. I gave a sigh when my phone buzzed and picked it up. My eyes turned small when the bright light of my screen shone into my eyes. It was a text from Chloe:

Look out of your window. X

I slowly made my way up to my window to take a peek. I opened it to see Chloe standing down below. "Hey is it okay if I come inside?" She hushed. I was wondering what could be so important to come inside at 00:20 Am. I folded my arms around my chest as I walked down the stairs. My body shivered at the contact of a cold breeze once I had opened the front door. "Come in." I said and held the door open for her.

After I had invited her in and made us a cup of tea I joined her on the couch. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on. "I don't mean to be rude but why are you here?"

"I'm sorry. Something happened and…" She paused, placing her hands on her lap and turning her head the other side. That was the moment when I noticed the red and blue bruise covering her cheekbone. "Holy shit! Chloe what happened?!" I gently cupped her chin to examine the bruise. "I can't tell you." She bit the inside of her mouth trying not to start crying. For a moment I didn't know what to say. I was pretty sure this was her father's doing. Drunken bastard always found a way to use his 2 daughters as his punchingbag. It's still a mystery to me why her mother hasn't left him yet. "Chloe… Do you need anything? How can I help?" I asked. "I'd just like to stay here... Be around someone..." To be quite honest my blood was boiling at that point. It turned me furious to see her hurt like this. Especially because I knew the person who had landed that strike. "Of course, stay as long as you'd like." I told her sincere wrapping my arms around her protectively and pulling her into a hug. She snuggled into the crook of my neck and slowly began to relax within my arms. "Do you need some ice on that cheek?" I asked.

She shook her head. "No… I'm pretty tired." Chloe rested her head on my shoulder.

After we had finished our tea I escorted the lady to my room where I prepared a mattress.

"You know it's alright if you sleep in my bed. I don't mind." I told her when I dropped a pillow on the mattress. She was lying in my bed with earplugs in, her body moving with the beat. I crashed down next to her and dug myself a hole in the bed sheets.

"What are you listening to?" I asked, curious.

"It's hold my hand from Jess Glynne." She said offering an earplug which I took to listen too.

Darling, hold my hand, oh, won't you hold my hand 'Cause I don't wanna walk on my own anymore won't you understand, 'cause I don't wanna walk alone

I was humming along with the melody when I felt Chloe's hands nervously trying to touch mine. I turned to look at the ginger and smiled before looking down at our linked hands.

"Thank you for being here for me." Chloe said. "It means a lot."

"Of course, you're my best friend Chlo. I care about you." I told her while the music continued. "When my uncle died you were there for me even though I kept pushing everyone away. I build a wall around myself and still you staid." I spoke in hushed voice. Chloe scooted closer not hesitating to lower her head on the brunettes her shoulder.

"I love you, you know that right?"

Chloe had no idea how much that meant to me hearing that. I felt my stomach turn when Chloe placed her hand on my waist and let out a warm breath that brushed against the skin of my neck softly. I didn't dare to move an inch, afraid the ginger might move away, but I was sure to savor this moment.

Some time had passed and Chloe still rested on my shoulder. "Chloe?" I whispered but got no answer. I reckoned she was already asleep and smiled on the thought. I carefully let us fall back onto the bed; Chloe made some inaudible noises as she crept up to my chest and rested her head closer to my neck. I tried to ignore the pounding of my heart and the great amount of butterflies in my stomach. I felt a little brave to let my fingers run through her red lures.

Be careful. I thought. We don't want to scare her away.

I wasn't sure if this was all just a dream or if I was high on drugs because Chloe Beale was lying in my arms and I was stroking her hair.