A/N: Before we start, I want you to know that this update is indeed a little late, sorry for that. I made it up to you for making this chapter about two times as long as usual. Why? I don't know.

I SAW PITCH PERFECT 2 THIS WEEK (actually two times) AND IT WAS SO AWESOME I CRIED MY BADASS TEARS. I loved it so much, I like to hug it in a cinematic way when I watch it (yes that is very possible). I really got a lot of inspiration watching it, so that's a good thing, but I also got a lot of ideas for other fic's, so that's probably a bad thing if I write those (because I won't be 100% focused on this one).

I really don't know why I'm not studying right now, while I'm in the middle of Finals…

Chapter 10: Cold Water

Day one.

Beca woke up two hours later, when the first rays of the sunrise illuminated the beach. She had fallen asleep, unintentionally, not very long after her conversation with Amy. She tried to sit up, only to notice how sore and painful her whole body was. Her back was aching when she sat up. The muscles in her arms and legs were sore. Her head still pounded where she had hit her head and where the cut had been formed. She noticed the small cuts on her hands she got yesterday while digging in the sand. She also glanced at the dark bruises on the knuckles of her right hand, which she had hit Bumper with. Her body was on the inside and on the outside painted with the events of last night.

She heard a groan next to her. Chloe stirred, while she squinted her eyes. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, trying to loosen her sore muscles, before she opened her baby blues. She looked around and saw that everyone was still asleep, except Beca, who was also sitting on the sand, a few feet away from her.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"I've been better. What about you?"

"I'm so sore." Chloe stretched her shoulders. Then she looked at Beca, somewhat closer. Beca's eyes widened and she leaned back as Chloe moved her face closer to hers.

"What are you doing?"

"Your forehead is still open, the wound needs stitches." She stated.

"I'll be fine."

They said nothing for a while as they looked at each other. Beca noticed the bags below Chloe's puffy eyes. Her cheeks were red and stained. Her face and collarbone and arms were covered with small scratches. She had a bruise on her right wrist and, a small one, above her right eye and countless small ones on her bare legs. Her eyes looked dull and her hair seemed less shiny than it used to be. She looked so vulnerable and so fragile, like she was about to snap if the wind blew too hard. At this time, Beca noticed how grateful she was that Chloe was still alive and here with her. Chloe could have died on the beach like Cynthia did. She could also have drowned, only to never be found again as she was laying somewhere in the ocean. But she was here. She was sitting next to her, actually, and she was fine. No, she wasn't fine. But she was okay.

Beca still looked at her, as she laid her hand on Chloe's. She didn't even knew why she did. It was like she just needed to feel Chloe's skin on hers, so she would be certain that she was really there. She saw Chloe relaxing under her touch.

Cold, cold water surrounds me now

And all I've got is Your hand

Chloe didn't pull her hand away and looked at Beca again. Tears pooled in her eyes as Beca rubbed her thumb over the back of her hand, but she did not let them fall. She was still confused and upset about what happened the night before. Then, she looked at her shirt and shorts, which had some black spots on it, which was slightly burnt by the fire in the plane. The very lowest part of her hair had turned black as well. She touched it gently with the hand Beca wasn't holding and felt how her once fire red locks crumbled between her thumb and index finger. Beca took Chloe's hand that had touched her hair unbelievingly in her other hand, so she was now holding both hands. She brought her hands to her mouth and kissed them softly. Chloe looked at Beca again.

"I've lost my shoes." She stated.

Beca looked at Chloe's bare feet as she still hold both of her hands. Chloe had worn flip flops on the plane, saying they were super comfy and cute, but she had lost them somewhere during the crash. Chloe tried to remember where she'd worn them for the last time, but she couldn't recall a specific moment.

"We'll figure something out." Beca said.

Lord, can You hear me now?

Lord, can You hear me now?

Lord, can You hear me now or am I lost?

The fire was smoldering. A few gray clouds of smoke rose from the burning wood, up to the now turned pink sky. Around the fire, some of the Bellas were still asleep. Aubrey laid close to Stacie on her side, her hand in Stacie's. Lily laid close to Ashley and Amy laid alone, next to Beca, where she had fallen asleep after their conversation.

Close to them laid the edge of a forest. The forest was dark and wild, like a jungle. It was impossible to see a couple yards into the jungle, because of the dense growth of vegetation. There were large trees, completely covered with green moss, with leafy roofs that rustled in the wind. The ground in the jungle was covered with grass, bushes and small plants, all varying in size, covering the whole surface.

The jungle was rustling, howling, rumbling, roaring and if she listened closely, whispering to her. She hadn't noticed how much noise the jungle made up until now. It was like the jungle was screaming for her to leave and to never turn back, but at the same time it was whispering, begging her to come closer and explore its mysterious secrets.

"Have you ever seen something like that?" Beca asked Chloe, not turning her head from the jungle. "It's so huge… And overwhelming…"

"It is."

Stacie stirred as she slowly woke up by the sound of two people speaking softly to each other. She squinted her eyes, before opening them. However, she closed them immediately again as she did, because it increased her severe headache and when she opened them, she noticed the stinging an irritated feeling behind her eyelids, because she had cried so much last night. When she, eventually, opened her eyes very slowly, she was greeted with the sleeping face of a blonde mere inches away from her. Aubrey was still fast asleep, her face was tilted down somewhat and her breathing was deep. They had fallen asleep next to each other after they had returned to the fire, but in her sleep the blonde had laid her right hand on Stacie's lower waist, seeking contact. Her fingers only touched her hip lightly, but Stacie noticed how her touch sent sparkles through her whole body. Her other hand laid on Stacie's hand. She tangled her fingers in the blonde's, squeezing them softly.

Love one's daughter allow me that

And I can't let go of Your hand

Stacie moved her other hand from the sand it was laying on, to Aubrey's face. She gently stroke a blonde strand of hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Aubrey looked terrible, her head was full of scratches and her hair was a mess. Stacie noticed some bruises on the blonde's arms and legs. Her face was very pale and her eyelids were dark. She looked at Aubrey's lips and noticed a small vertical cut that had split her bottom lip, but the blood that had gathered in the cut had already dried. But even with all these wounds and marks, she saw for the first time how beautiful the blonde actually was. She had never noticed it before.

Her touch woke Aubrey up and she opened her eyes. She tilted her face, so she was facing Stacie and she stared for a moment in her blue eyes, still drowsy from sleeping.

Lord, can You hear me now?

Lord, can You hear me now?

Lord, can You hear me now or am I lost?

Then, she suddenly noticed the awkward position of her right hand and pulled it away from her and rose to a sitting position.

"Hey Bree, are you okay?" Chloe asked, noticing that the two were also awake now.

"I'm fine." Aubrey shrugged.

But Aubrey didn't look fine. She looked like she had been hit by a truck. Chloe decided to talk about it later.

"Stacie, how are you?" Beca asked as now Stacie rose as well.

"I'm not so good." Stacie whispered as she became aware of the pain in her back again. Her head pounded, her eyes stung and felt dry and her tongue felt like a stroke of leather. She tried to swallow but her throat was sore and dry. But her back felt the worst, the pain made her nauseous.

"Let me take a look at your back." Chloe said as she settled herself behind her. She unwrapped the sweater that was still tied to Stacie's back.

"My God…" she said inaudibly. "Well, the good news is, is that most of the blisters that looked open yesterday appear to be undamaged…" But it still looked very bad, she thought.

"What's the bad news?" Stacie asked, holding her breath.

By this time, the rest of the group, also sore but fairly okay, had woken up and looked as Chloe studied the back of the brunette in front of her. Beca made sure they were okay and unharmed.

"Your skin is still warm, so it needs to be cooled again. And we need to clean and wrap the wounds properly if we find some supplies. If we keep your wounds sterile, you will be fine. And you need a lot of water."

Stacie flinched as she heard this and her eyes widened. Aubrey grabbed her hand.

"We'll do this together again, I'll be with you."

Don't you know I love you

And I always have

Hallelujah, will you come with me?

"We'll just drench a cloth and lay it on the wound, that'll be enough." Chloe said. She removed her vest, leaving her in her top.

"I'll be right back, Stacie, if you lay face down on the ground." She said as she walked towards the shore.

As Stacie laid down, Aubrey moved closer and Stacie looked at her questioningly. Aubrey reached for her back, unclasping her bra. Stacie just prepared herself mentally for what was coming.

Beca had stood up to go with Chloe. When they arrived at their destination, they saw that a faint blue suitcase drifting in the shallow sea. The color of the bag matched the color of the sea, so it was almost impossible to see the floating object. The handles and sides of the suitcase, however, where grey, which caused the two girls to notice the object. Beca grasped and the brunette ran into the sea without any further thinking. When the water reached her shoulders, she was finally able to grab the bag and to drag it with her to the coast. The last few feet, Chloe helped her and pulled the suitcase on the sand.

"Oh my God! I can't believe this!" Chloe yelped. "Let's take this with us and open it with the other Bellas!"

Quickly, but thoroughly, Chloe soaked her vest with water, before walking towards the Bellas again. They walked slowly, Beca dragged the suitcase across the sand. When the Bellas saw Beca struggling with the suitcase, Amy stood up and helped her.

When they arrived at their fire, Chloe knelt down next to Stacie. The suitcase could wait. Stacie needed medical attention first. Stacie's eyes were big as she saw the wet clothing, but she didn't say anything. She reached for Aubrey and the blonde grabbed her reaching hand. Gently, Chloe laid the wet sweater on her burnt back. Stacie flinched a little, but she didn't move. Her face was distorted with pain, but she refused to cry or to scream. Her hand hold Aubrey's hand tightly. Aubrey had lowered herself to the sand, so she could make eye contact with the brunette, whispering soothing words.

Cold, cold water surrounds me now

And all I've got is Your hand

After about 15 minutes, Chloe removed the sweater from her back.

"I think you'll be fine. We still need to clean and cover the wounds probably though. And you need to drink a lot of water when we find some." Chloe stated. In other situations, it would be funny how much Chloe sounded like a real doctor, but now the Bellas were just glad that she had the proper knowledge and that she took her job so seriously.

Stacie sighed in relief. Her back did indeed feel already somewhat better after the cooling. She still squeezed Aubrey's hand tightly. Aubrey's other hand caressed the brunettes locks to calm her down.

Lord, can You hear me?

Lord, can You hear me now?

Lord, can You hear me now

"Maybe this suitcase contains something that will help us." Lily said, pointing at the bag that still laid there, unopened.

"Yeah, she might be right!" Amy agreed.

"Okay, we need some soap, as we can use that to clean the wounds, and maybe some bandages for the wounds, or at least clean washed clothing to cover it." Chloe said.

"There's a lock!" Beca sighed in frustration. She wasn't able to click the suitcase open without a three digit code, with which the suitcase was secured.

Amy noticed a small stone on the edge of the beach, where the jungle started. She ran towards it, grabbed it, and ran back.

"Look what I found!"

The case was made of simple plastic, so with a few hard smashes from the Australian singer, one of the sides had cracked, which caused the side to splinter in thousands of tiny plastic shards. Quickly, they removed the shards from the case, so the inside of the case was displayed.

Lost, I'm lost

Or am I lost?

A/N: YES Alexis Knapp has blue eyes, with a little brown, google it (I did). I had to decrease the severity of Stacie's wounds, otherwise she wouldn't be able to survive the situation. This chapter became A LOT fluffier than I intended but I just wanted to let you guys know that not all of this is just romance fluff (I know you dirty little birds want that) but it's also a lot of friendship things (mostly because I don't want to rush any romance here). What will they find in the suitcase? What will happen further this first day? The song I used is 'Cold Water' by Damien Rice and it's a damn beautiful song and (I think) it fits perfectly, look it up!

April (2500+ words for a single chapter? Damn girl.)