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Pitch Perfect 3: Bechloe is Legit

Chapter 7 - Fights and Flirtations

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The Bellas continue walking dejectedly out of the hangar, dragging their suitcases behind them. They only stop when they realize they aren't sure where they are going.

Chicago and Zeke hurry to catch up with them. "Ladies, we have a bus to transport you to your hotel," Chicago tells them. "Follow me."

The girls follow Chicago to a transport bus and immediately start boarding, while Chicago directs some soldiers to load their bags. He tries to get Chloe's attention, but Fat Amy stops him before he can get on.

"I know we've just met," Amy says. "But, I feel like I know you, intimately, maybe, like from another life. Do you feel it, too?" The blonde moves into the soldier's personal space.

"Um, I, it's," Chicago turns beet red, swallows audibly, then stammers, "We should get on the bus."

Amy chuckles at the retreating back of the soldier, "Too easy." She follows Chicago onto the bus, wondering if pinching his ass would be too forward at this point .

Chicago regains some measure of calm as he gets to the top of the stairs. He takes a deep breath and then smiles at Chloe. He's a little disappointed that Beca is in the seat next to the redhead. He passes her and she returns his smile. He sits by the window s couple rows behind Chloe and Beca. He sighs heavily as Amy sits in the seat next to him. He gives her a small smile and looks out the window.

Beca looks back with a smirk at the somewhat frightened look on the soldier's face. It's at this point she notices Emily and Aubrey seem to be having a bit of a tiff, nothing new there.

"My lips are lonely," Fat Amy's voice can be heard throughout the bus. "Would yours like to meet them?"

Chloe giggles as she listens to Fat Amy's unique style of wooing of the young soldier. She smiles as she looks back and watches Amy flirting with Chicago.

Chicago's face lights up when he notices Chloe smiling in his direction. Chloe gives him a wink and turns back around in her seat. Every time Amy says something outrageous to the soldier, Chloe can't help but look back. The faces the young soldier makes are priceless. He does seem to perk up when he notices Chloe looking back. He smiles and winks at her. Chloe just laughs and gives him a little wave.

"Looks like someone has an admirer," Beca says seeing Chicago wink at Chloe. "I guess he thinks he's cute with the winking and smiling."

"I have to say, he's not too bad on the eyes," Chloe says looking back again. She turns back around and sees Beca's frown. She smiles to herself because, maybe, just maybe, Beca's a little jealous.

Chloe is pulled out of her thoughts when she hears Aubrey's raised voice.

"Emily," Aubrey says. "We only have a few days to show DJ Khaled what we can do. I think a mandatory practice this afternoon is called for."

"I disagree," Emily says. "It was a long flight and we're all tired. I think we should rest tonight and practice tomorrow."

"I disagree with your disagreement," Aubrey says. "There's no such thing as practicing too much; more practice is always better than practicing too little. I'll find us some practice space when we get to the hotel."

"What? No," Emily says looking at Aubrey. "We will practice tomorrow morning."

The disagreement continues going back and forth. Chloe can see that the two girls are getting even more frustrated as the argument escalates. She pulls out her phone and starts typing a message.

"Who are you texting?," Beca asks looking over Chloe's shoulder.

"You'll see," Chloe says and hits send. She's hoping that this works, because things are spiraling between the co-captains.

"I'm sorry Aubrey, but I'm overruling you," Emily says firmly. "Today, we had a three hour flight to New York, a two hour layover, a seven and a half hour flight to Barcelona, with another two hour layover, and then an hour flight to the base. The girls need a break."

Aubrey upset that she's being overruled, gets up in a huff and moves to the back of the bus. She plops down in an empty seat next to Jessica and Ashley, who are fast asleep, with their heads on each other's shoulders. Aubrey crosses her arms and sulks, unknowingly mimicking the exact same pose as Emily at the front of the bus.

Fat Amy's snoring catches her attention and she sees the blonde Aussie is snuggled in tight on a very uncomfortable Captain Walp. Aubrey then notices that Denise and Cynthia Rose are asleep snuggled together, and Lily seems to be in a trance, sitting in the classic Lotus position.

It's beginning to dawn on Aubrey that Emily may have a point when her phone rings. She looks at her phone and smiles as she accepts the call.

"Hey, Stacie," Aubrey says happily. Her smile instantly washing away the bitch face she had going a second ago. Stacie just has this affect on her.

"How are things going?," Stacie asks softly. "Did you arrive safely?"

Before going on a tirade, Aubrey looks up and sees Emily's asleep in the front of the bus. She goes into a mini-tirade telling Stacie about the botched riff-off, Emily overriding her decision to have a practice, even Emily undermining the Bellas when confronting the Evermoist mean girls, saying she doesn't write anymore. "Emily doesn't understand how important it is that we practice tonight, Stace. We need to be the top of our game, because this show is probably the one chance my father may actually get to see me perform." The blonde's voice reveals she's quite nervous.

"Bree," Stacie says sympathetically. "So what if the riff-off didn't go your way. Don't be discouraged. You are the Barden Bellas. You will rise above whatever you need to and come out fighting like the strong women I know you are."

Aubrey sighs. "It's just," Aubrey stops. "It's just that I'm not used to taking orders from someone else."

"Yes, but you have to admit she's not being unreasonable. From what I saw, you two make a good team. I think the bigger issue here is Emily," Stacie says. "You didn't really get to know her like I did. She used to write all her thoughts down in a journal and turn them into songs. She carried it with her everywhere. It's a really big deal that she stopped doing that. Maybe you could talk to her about it. She may just need a friend right now, not an antagonist."

"I, um, I didn't know that about Emily's journal," Aubrey answers as she bites her lower lip and looks out the window.

"Maybe you could convince her to start writing in it again," Stacie suggests and then makes a noticeable noise of discomfort.

"Hey, are you okay?," Aubrey asks; growing a bit concerned upon hearing her good friend whimper.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," Stacie replies. "Just nine months pregnant and can't find a comfortable position. Now, about Emily."

"I'm sorry, Stace, but I have to go. We're pulling up to the hotel, and I seem to be the only Bella awake. I'll talk to you about this later."

"Okay," Stacie says with a sigh.

"Oh, and Stacie," Aubrey says and smiles. "Thanks."

"No problem, Bree," Stacie said. "I'll talk to you later."

Aubrey ends the call and starts waking the Bellas as she's walking back to her seat. She says to the tired group of women, "Stacie says to tell everyone hi." All the Bellas make positive sounds in reply.

Beca looks over at Chloe with a raised eyebrow. The redhead replies with a knowing smirk, and shrugs innocently.

Aubrey misses this silent exchange between the roommates as she sits back down next to Emily. The younger woman doesn't look at her. "I'm sorry, Emily," Aubrey says and the young girl looks at her. "You're right. We should rest tonight and practice tomorrow."

Emily smiles at her blonde friend, and says "Thank you, Aubrey, that means a lot."

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The girls are again dragging their suitcases behind them as they enter the hotel courtyard. It's very pretty, and for the first time the Bellas really feel as if they are in another country. Ashley and Jessica race around taking pictures of everything. Aubrey sees a puppy and asks the owner if she can pet it, Beca can't help but reach down and scratch the puppy behind the ears. Cynthia Rose takes Denise by the hand and they make their way to a small fountain to watch the water cascading down. Chloe is talking to Flo. Chloe asks the important questions. "How do you say, 'where is the bar?'"

Flo smiles, answering in her native tongue, "¿Dónde está el bar?"

"And if I want to order a beer?," Beca asks falling into step with Chloe.

"Una cerveza por favor."

Chloe is giggly as she asks, "And, 'where is the bathroom?'"

"¿dónde está el baño?"

Fat Amy is walking just behind with Emily. She confidently says to the taller Bella, "Stick with me kid, I know a ton of Italian." Emily looks at the Aussie clearly perplexed, and so Fat Amy begins to recite, "Gelato, Margarita…"

"I don't think Margarita is Italian," interjects Emily.

"... raveolie…"

"Umm. Amy, we're in Spain…"

Beca and Chloe both shake their heads at the Australian woman's antics as they enter the hotel. Beca is immediately pulled away by Amy and Flo. Aubrey takes Emily to the side. Chloe tells Emily and Aubrey she'll take care of the rooms, as she makes her way towards the registration desk.

"Thanks Chloe," Aubrey says to the retreating redhead. Chloe waves it away with a smile. Aubrey then focuses on her younger friend. "Hey Emily. Is it true, are you not writing music anymore?" There's real concern in her voice.

Emily looks at the older Bella, and sighs, "Well right now. You know, I mean you definitely know. Being the Captain of the Bellas is a full time job." Aubrey nods at this. She definitely understands. "I was taking twenty-one credits, and will have another full load when we get back. The GRE is right around the corner, so I've been like super busy studying," She pauses, "and I got a hamster."

"Oh that's nice, but I thought I had heard you were hoping for a career in music?"

"Oh, I do, I did. My mom is totally on board, but you know my dad is always, 'it's cool you wanted to follow in your mom's cute hobby'," the younger woman affects an exaggerated deep voice.

"Let me guess, he wants you to be a doctor," says Aubrey.

"Yeah, you know he's one, and he's super successful, while my mom, you know, has never done more than sung in the coffee house circuit," Emily pauses, "but she loves it so much, and says she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, and I miss it. I've kind of lost my words though. You know I used to just see the words, and they're not there anymore, so maybe my dad's right."

"Trust me, I understand trying to meet the high expectations of a super successful father…"

Emily cuts in with a question, "What expectations did your father have?"

Aubrey sighs, "Law school, the military, JAG," she pauses as she notes Emily's questioning look. "Judge Advocate General, military lawyers."

"Oh," replies Emily. "And you weren't interested in that?"

"I wasn't interested in joining the army, and law school didn't feel right when I left Barden, though I've been reconsidering it." There's a wistful look on the blonde's face. Suddenly she realizes the conversation is going down a different track. "Umm, but I would hate for you to give up something that means so much to you. It's as my father always says, 'time may give your face wrinkles, but quitting gives your soul wrinkles."

Emily isn't sure how to take this advice, so just nods.

At the same time, Chloe has made her way to the front desk. She asks the woman behind the counter if she speaks English, and when the woman nods, she tells her she's there to check all the Bellas in. She's not the Captain anymore, but it's something she always does for the group.

As she's standing by the front desk Chicago joins her. "Hi," he says, flashing the redhead his best charming smile. "I'm sorry but I didn't get your name."

"Oh, hi, I'm Chloe," Chloe tells him with a smile, extending her hand. "Chloe Beale.

"Nice to formally meet you, Chloe," Chicago says as he shakes her hand, a bit of pride and arrogance lacing his voice. "I'm Captain Chicago Walp, but you can call me Chicago."

"I remember," answers Chloe "You know, because you introduced yourself at the hanger.

"Oh, yeah," he replies sheepishly.

She thinks for a moment, feeling bad that she embarrassed him, and decides to make small talk. She asks, "So how about them Bulls?"

The question catches Chicago off-guard. When he doesn't reply, Chloe tries to think of another Chicago related item she can mention. She kind of remembers something her brothers told her once. "Gotta love those Cubs." Realization seems to dawn on Chicago, but he's still tongue tied. The receptionist hands Chloe some paperwork to fill out, which she starts to read. Absently she continues with a topic closer to her heart. "Love that deep dish pizza, because, you know, it's so deep," Chloe pops the 'p', even as she starts filling out some of the forms the hotel receptionist handed her.

Chicago looks a little disheartened at Chloe's lack of attention. It's not what he's used to. He tries getting her attention with a little wave. "Umm?"

Chloe looks up, sees his confusion. "You know," Chloe says, "Like Chicago, the city."

The Captain chuckles, while shaking his head. "Oh, I'm not from Chicago, I'm actually from Georgia."

Turning to the officer with a questioning look, "Oh? So how did you get a nickname like Chicago?"

"Oh, it's not a nickname, it's my real name," he answers affably.

"Your real name is Chicago?," Chloe asks with just a hint of disbelief. "Were your parents from there?"

"No. Would you believe, my parents were huge fans of the band Chicago. I think I was conceived during a Peter Cetera solo."

Chloe can't help but giggle at this. Continuing the small talk, she asks, "So what's your story? How did you end up here?"

"Well, long story short," the Captain falls easily into talking about himself. He's sweet, and Chloe can tell he's interested, but she can tell he has no problem talking about himself. He also has no problem using acronyms and military jargon. "I was a NCO in the NG, but my CO recommended me for OCS after AIT…" Chloe has really no idea what he's saying, she's pretty sure it's English, but its incomprehensible for her.

She looks around and sees Beca with Amy, Flo, and Ashley, taking selfies. She can't help but smile at their shenanigans and get a little teary eyed watching them mess around. They are her family and she loves them all, and she's so happy they are having this adventure. She sees Beca look over at her, but quickly realizes it's more like glaring at her. Chloe is confused by it until she realizes that Beca is actually glaring at Chicago. "Could Beca actually be jealous of Chicago," Chloe wonders, and can't help but smile even brighter.

Chicago notes Chloe's smile and thinks she's looking at him. He looks at her expectantly, and she apologizes, "I really have no idea what you just said."

"Sorry," he replies good naturedly. "I joined the National Guard. They helped put me through college. My boss recommended me for Officer school, and I became a Military Police Officer, and now work with the K9's. I train police dogs, mostly German Shepherds and Pit Bulls."

Chloe's face lights up. "Oh! Dogs! I love dogs, they're cute." Finally he had said something interesting, she could understand.

"You're cute," he says, then looks surprised.

This actually catches Chloe off-guard. "What?"

He sputters, "I mean, what, uh, what about your story?

Chloe smirks, getting a kick out of his stumble. "Shorter story. I was in an award winning singing group in college, and now I'm still in that singing group." She pauses, thinks for a second, then adds, "but not in college."

"You're committed," he offers.

"Yeah, I'm committed," she looks over at her friends, her eyes again falling on Beca, who is again trying to act like she hadn't been staring in her direction.

"That's great. I love commitment, of being committed," Chicago begins to ramble, "not like to an asylum, though." Chloe's eyes widen at this statement, and her confusion confounds him, making his ramble worse, "You don't need to be in a hospital. Woah!" He holds his hands up and shakes his head.

"Well, yeah." Chloe is trying to figure out if his nervous ramble is cute or something she should run away from. She decides it's cute, and a bit flattering, as it's been awhile since a guy tripped all over himself over her; so she smiles at him with her patented Beale smile.

He smiles back at her as the clerk puts a bunch of room keys on the counter.

"Hey, guys," Chloe called out to the Bellas. "Looks like we're doubling up and won't be sleeping on top of each other."

Chicago immediately asks, "Uhh? What?"

She quickly looks at Chicago and immediately adds, "Not in a sexual way. Well, there was that one time."

Chloe registers the look on Chicago's face, and thinks she may have broken him. She gives a dismissive wave of her hand and says, "You know what? Never mind," as the Bellas all gather around.

"Emily and I have put together room assignments in the event we would be doubling up," Aubrey says to the group as she and Emily join Chloe and Chicago at the front desk. "It's me and Chloe, Emily and Beca, CR and Denise, Ashley and Jessica, Flo and Lily, and Amy will be flying solo."

"Yes!," Amy fist pumps the air. "Crushed it!"

The rest of the Bellas seem to agree with this arrangement, though Beca feels a tinge of disappointment. She looks over at Amy with a smirk. It's funny how no one ever questions why Amy gets a room to herself. Beca looks back at Chloe and sees the redhead looking back at her with an odd expression Beca can't read. She start to say something, ask her if she's alright, when the redhead speaks up.

"Wouldn't it be better for you and Emily to share?," Chloe asks the co-captains. "I mean, since your Captain and co-Captain you'll have a lot to discuss. You know about the rehearsals, and schedules, and the show and stuff."

"That actually makes sense," Beca chimes in. "And since I'm doing the music and Chloe's handling the choreography, we'll need to confer quite a bit, too. You know, to make sure the songs I'm looking at will be easy to choreograph and stuff."

"Why don't you two just tell them the real reason?," Amy says causing both Beca and Chloe to whip their heads around to look at her. Beca has a slight blush on her cheeks and Chloe seems nervous.

Chicago asks Chloe, "What?"

"What, um, what do you mean, Amy?," Chloe finally asks with a squeak. She clears her throat and looks hard at Amy.

"Well, it only makes sense that the oldest in the group should look after the aca-child," Amy says as if the answer were obvious.

Beca and Chloe both look relieved to hear this, not the part about calling Emily an aca-child, just the part where Amy doesn't say that they are used to sharing a bed in their tiny apartment. Seeing this, Aubrey narrows her eyes and looks at Beca and Chloe. They both just look back at her with blank expressions on their faces.

"Beca and Chloe both have valid points," Emily says, "Amy not so much." Looking at Aubrey and ignoring Amy's shocked expression. "It would be helpful if we room together so we can discuss things as they come up."

"I agree," Aubrey nods.

"Great," Chloe says cheerfully. "Now that's settled, let's get our keys and find our rooms."

Chloe hands out the keys with Amy the last to get hers. Chicago tries continuing his conversation with Chloe. "So, uhhh, you mentioned a one time…"

Beca grabs Chloe by the wrist, and pulls her away, "Never you mind," Beca says through gritted teeth. Chloe allows herself to be pulled along, flashing a smile at Chicago as she gives a wave goodbye. Secretly she's thrilled by Beca's territorial behavior.

This leaves Fat Amy with the two officers, holding her key. She looks at Chicago like she would a supreme pizza with extra cheese. "You know, I'm sure they'll give me a second key so you can just come to my room any time you want," Amy says and winks at the Captain. Chloe tries to hide her smile at the panicked look that comes over Chicago's face as she's pulled up the stairs.

"I, um, I'm rooming with Zeke," Chicago says. "We, uh, have to, um, discuss security protocols for protecting you Bellas." He grabs his key from the counter, and hurries away from Fat Amy.

"I think I'm wearing him down," Amy says with total confidence, before walking leisurely towards the stairs to find her room.

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The Bellas have been in the hotel for a little less than an hour, having all changed into more comfortable clothes. Though everyone is tired, they also have a restless energy. As if on cue, all the Bellas stuck their heads out into the hallway at the same time.

With an excited yell, Jessica and Ashley run into the hallway with their arms full of snacks and treats. "We have CHOCOLATE!" Jessica yells out. All the Bellas pour into the hallway, and follow the women with the treats. Of course, as was the case so many times in the past when the Bellas are on the road, they all end up congregating in Beca and Chloe's hotel room.

The Bellas all make themselves comfortable and start exchanging treats. The girls end up having an unofficial chocolate tasting, with them comparing chocolates from various European companies.

Cynthia Rose asks the room, "Anyone going to talk about the elephant in the room?" Denise hands her a swiss white chocolate. "Thanks, babe."

Emily looks at her as she tries a German milk chocolate, "What do you mean?"

"Those groups were all a lot better than us," says CR as she gives her wife an Italian chocolate filled with a liqueur.

"I don't know about that," says Chloe as she tries a Belgian dark chocolate.

"Oh they are," Fat Amy says candidly as she tries a French truffle filled chocolate.

"Those groups are going to kick our asses," says CR.

"Look, those groups are professional," Emily says, "but I truly think that we should just stay true to ourselves and it will all figure itself out."

Fat Amy looks at Emily as if she's an idiot. "Emily, please hear this in the best way possible. You're a very naive child." Emily just looks at the blonde Aussie rather hurt.

Chloe cuts in, "You know, maybe it won't matter if we win or not, because they will like us so much that they will invite us to keep touring with them." Suddenly the thought of continuing to tour with the Bellas has Chloe lighting up. "And it won't matter if I don't get accepted as a full time teacher, because we'll be together as a family, supporting each other." She looks around the room hope in her eyes. "And in the end isn't that what it's all about?"

Emily and Aubrey both say "Yes"

"Yeah!" Fat Amy mock cheers, before saying, "But all families break apart, and the only person you can truly count on is yourself." Amy holds up her hand for a high five, but Aubrey only looks at her incredulously.

Fat Amy shrugs, then starts getting off the bed. "Well, it's time to drop a smash."

The Bellas all cringe in horror. Chloe and Beca do the Count Dracula impersonation to cover their faces. Emily pulls her tee-shirt over her nose. "Oh yeah, it might be a whole album," Amy says proudly. The Bellas shoo her waving their arms to ward off any lingering smell.

Amy smiles as she makes her way to her room. For some reason, her bodily functions have always entertained her. Amy opens the door to her room and switches on the light, her eyes are immediately drawn to her bed. She cautiously searches the room to make sure no one is in it. She slowly walks over to the bed and looks down at the bedraggled stuffed, what used to be pink, bunny. "Mr. Hugglesworth," she whispers as she picks it up and looks at it closely. It's dirty and worn, and full of memories; most good.

She remembers when her father first gave it to her and how he sung to his 'little turnip-top'. She remembers how she took it with her everywhere she went. She holds it to her chest and once again looks around the room nervously.

"Fergus Hobart," Amy says to the empty room. "How did you find me?"

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