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Title: Solo Act

Chapter 11 - Walls Come Crumbling Down

Summary: During their USO tour overseas Beca gets discovered by a record executive and struggles with the idea of leaving her Bella's behind. This story is inspired by the leaked movie scripts and latest PP3 trailer. Possible spoilers if the leaked scripts are real. Please be kind, this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction.


Jesse's POV

Why the hell did I let that vomit-meister talk me into this? It's been months since we went our separate ways and didn't look back. Well, Beca didn't look back, and now I find her playing tonsil hockey with this dude. Fuck! Look at the way she kisses him and the way he holds her in his arms...

"You okay man?" Benji asked, interrupting my thoughts. "You knew we were going to seeing this."

I did, but still...

"Ben, why the fuck am I here?" I questioned my existence, then sighed in disgust. "She's doing just fine without me."

"To stop that from going any further." he answered, reminding me that we weren't there on vacation. "Remember what Aubrey said?"

Yeah, I remember...

My replacement was cheating on his wife with my ex-girlfriend who didn't have a clue what she was getting herself into, and to make matters worse, she was considering moving to London. For whatever reason, Aubrey felt I should be there when her world bottomed out because I knew her best, and when Benji and Emily got involved, I couldn't find a good enough reason to stay away.

Benji had been my best bud since college and was there from the beginning when a certain petite brunette with a snarky attitude, caught my eye. He witnessed our evolution from radio station interns to sparring a cappella competitors to best friends and, or lovers and then to nothing. He knew what I went through after the breakup and was there for me when I hit rock bottom.

Watching her being dragged away by the same blonde who roped me into being here, I assumed it was to get ready for their performance. As they disappeared into a tent I observed the bearded bastard sporting Ray-bans dig out a VIP pass and fuck around with his cell phone. What the hell did she see in him? Yes, he was some kind of music executive who was there to scout new talent, but he definitely wasn't her type. From what Aubrey had told me, she'd hardly known the guy when she got shit-faced and spent the night with him. When I heard what she'd done I couldn't believe this was the same woman who waited months to lose her V card to me.


It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...

Since that night at Lincoln Center, we were inseparable. Crossing over from friends to lovers was as natural as a steamy mug of hot chocolate on a cold winter's night. Our relationship was not only accepted by our friends, they actually encouraged it now that the Bella's oath of dating a Treble was abolished. We were the aca-power couple on campus who were frontmen to our a cappella groups and ate up the attention we received. Since our hook up, the Bella's and Trebles were no longer adversaries, we represented our University and competed together. With Beca's complex mashups and the Bella's performing her sets flawlessly, we had no chance at winning ICCA's until they were banned from competition during our senior year. It never bothered me that we came in second to the Bella's, all I cared about was being with my girl and taking our relationship to the next level.

On our three month anniversary, I surprised Beca with a weekend getaway to the cabins by the lake. In return, she surprised me with news of her own. She'd gone to the university health center and started birth control in anticipation of us, well...going all the way. On our first night there, we indulged in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Boone's Farm that we drank from red sold cups. It may not have been the classiest of meals but what happened afterwards was something neither of us would ever forget.

With logs crackling in the fireplace, the scent of burning wood and ambient lighting filled the cabin and gave us the perfect environment as we settled down on the fur lined surface and celebrated our love for each other. What I found out that weekend was, as tough as she appeared on the outside with her tattoos and scary ear-spike, Beca was the opposite on the inside. She was beautiful with the voice of an angel but she was also the most unselfish and giving person who wore her heart on her sleeve. She considered herself a work in progress because of her trust issues due to her father's infidelity and appeared closed off with walls the height of Mount Everest. But to those who were fortunate enough, she let them in to get to know the real her. She selected her friends very carefully with trust being something earned and never taken for granted. Out of all the people she met in college, I was the first she opened up to and trusted with her deepest and darkest secrets. That night in the cabin she consented to taking the next step in our relationship by giving herself to me. Experiencing the sensual side of her, Beca didn't hold back and pleasured me in ways I only dreamed of. I'd never met a more passionate woman and loved her more for it.

It was also the first time I saw her shed tears. At first I was worried that I'd hurt her, but when she caressed the side of my face and finally declared her love for me, I knew it was a special moment for us, because Beca Mitchell didn't cry. Holding her in my arms, it was as intimate as any couple could be. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman, and so much more. It was a weekend of many firsts for us; it was the best time of my life.

Years later we found ourselves on opposite sides of the country. I'd been hired by Sony Pictures in L.A. while Beca accepted a position at End Records in N.Y.C.. We were doing exactly what we intended to do, but we weren't doing it together. In the beginning we took turns traveling to each other's state of residence, and for a while things were awesome. We made up for lost time and made love around the clock, promising that one day we would be together, but it wasn't soon enough for me. Each time we said our goodbyes, it felt as though a piece of my heart was dying. I would've done anything to stay with her and decided to progress things further.

On a whim, I surprised her with an unscheduled visit armed with a family heirloom ring and proposed to her in the middle of Central Park. However, things didn't exactly go according to plan. Not only did she reject my proposal, she told me she no longer loved me and had met someone else. I'd never felt such pain and for a while, I didn't want to go on and even started a fight in the shittiest part of New York. Had it not been for Benji and Emily pulling me out of the abyss I created for myself, I would've lost everything.

What made me agree to come out here was what Aubrey had told me that night on the phone. Apparently they had an intervention with Beca for her erratic behavior and had somehow gotten it out of her that she lied to me that day in Central Park. She'd broken up with me so I didn't sacrifice my career for her, but I knew there was more to it. Beca stayed true to herself. Being a product of divorced parents, she told me from the beginning that she wasn't the marrying type. But I let my heart control my actions and tried to change that in her. In the process, I'd lost my best friend and only woman I'd ever loved. We were no longer Jesseca, we were nothing; it was the worst time of my life.


"Earth to Jesse." Benji brought me out of my reverie. "Shows going to start soon, we should probably find our spots."

"Sorry man, it's just…"

"I know." he didn't have to say much because he could read me like a book and knew how difficult it was for me to be there. "You know, just because you're not together anymore, it doesn't mean you can't be friends."

He was correct. It was time for me to stop wallowing in my pity and start acting like a man.

"You're right, let's find a good place to stand."

The acts were incredible but I wondered where a cappella fit in and couldn't wait to see what the girls were going to come up with. When the Bella's finally took the stage I recognized Beca's style immediately. The complex mashup and intense choreography they performed was like traveling back in time.

And then the lights went out...

Standing before a mic Beca stood alone with a guitar strapped to her small frame and began strumming the patriotic tune.

"I'll be damned." I mumbled to myself.

"I didn't know she played." Benji whispered to me. "Did you know?"

"Yeah, she plays..." was all I could say as my heart ached for her all over again.

Beca had taken piano lessons as a child then taught herself how to play the guitar during her teenage years. It was something she did back in the day to tune out her parents arguing. When I'd taken her home for the holidays one year she saw that I owned a guitar and began strumming away. It was another layer to her onion that was peeled away as she effortlessly played Led Zepplin's 'Stairway to Heaven'. I Thought her playing was excellent but she refused to acknowledge having any talent for it and threatened to cut my dick off and feed it to me if I said anything to anyone. There were many things about Beca Mitchell that I kept to myself, and this was one of them.

I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed watching the Bella's onstage, but this performance was different. It wasn't just about a cappella, tonight was about pulling out all the stops and just going for it. Seeing Beca put herself out there and entertain the troops was almost too much for me until I saw that predator to the side of the stage. I was even more convinced that my role was going to be pivotal because of the damage he was causing her. The Bella's managed to unite all groups into one big family and by the end of their performance, there wasn't a dry eye in the place. After taking their last bows, they were surrounded in celebration.

"C'mon Ben, let's go."

Weaving our way through the crowd we jumped on stage and passed by Chloe lip-locked with some guy in uniform and Aubrey being embraced by a highly decorated Admiral. With the rest of the Bella's hugging it out, there was no trace of Beca.

"Where is she?" I asked on deaf ears then turned to Chloe who was still busy with her man. "Excuse me, I'm sorry for interrupting but, have you seen Beca?"

"Hey...I'm Chicago." the military guy extended his hand to me. "You must be Jesse, I'm Chloe's boyfriend."

Reaching with my arm I shook his hand, then turned back to our token ginger. "Does he know?" I asked, unsure of what the Army captain knew.

"Yes Jesse...he knows everything and wants to help." Chloe replied with pride. "We saw them go that way." she motioned with her thumb.

"Okay, then that's where we're going."

"Right behind you." Chicago was like the perfect soldier following orders while Benji embraced his fiancé.

"I love you, baby." Emily flattened her hand on her man's chest then sent him off with a chaste kiss. "Good luck!"

Making our way backstage we heard a commotion and knew we were getting closer. As we turned the corner we saw Beca struggling to get away from the bastard. When he backed her into a corner and forced himself on her, I saw red. Even though we were no longer together, I had an overwhelming urge to protect her. Picking up our pace Benji and Chicago pulled him off of her while I balled my hand into a fist.

"Get the fuck away from her!" I didn't recognize my own voice, then landed a punch to his gut. When he doubled over in pain I saw the girls in the distant and ordered them to look after Beca while we finished him off.

Dragging the music executive backstage, the guys held him in place while my fist used him for a punching bag. I couldn't help myself and wanted to beat the living shit out of him until…

"Please stop!" the weasel begged for his life. Letting him fall to the ground we let him say his peace. "I love her."

"You're married, you piece of shit!" Benji lashed out, beating me to the punch. He'd come a long way from that awkward magician apprentice I met during our Freshman year. Since finding true love with Emily, he'd grown into a confident and respectable man. "What do you think your wife would say about this?"

Grabbing a handful of his hair I lifted the asshole's head so I can see his pathetic face. "When a woman says STOP, it doesn't mean you force yourself on them."

"No it doesn't." he conceded, accepting his fate. "I don't know what came over me, I didn't mean to hurt her. I love Beca..."

Listening to the prick profess his love for my ex wasn't the easiest to hear. Turning to Benji he gave me a look of sympathy while our military friend decided to use his head as a soccer ball.

"I'm sure you'll get over it." Chicago went on as he kicked his already bloodied face. "I'm reporting you to the authorities for assaulting Ms. Mitchell."

"NO! Please don't." Theo pleaded, on all fours. "I'll apologize to her."

"No way man, you've done enough." all I could think of was how Beca must've been feeling and wanted to see her. "You're going to stay away from her and get the fuck out of dodge!" looking over at my two buddies they were in complete agreement.

"Fine...I'll go." Theo surrendered himself then did something I wasn't prepared for. "You're Jesse, aren't you?"

"What?" I asked, wanting to know more. "How do you know my name?"

"She talks in her sleep."

I didn't think I could get any angrier. The thought of Beca in bed with anyone else brought me to the edge of insanity. I wanted to kill the mother fucker with my bare hands until...

"Jesse...I know what you're thinking but he's not worth it." Benji insisted and put a supportive hand on my shoulder. "Go check on her, we've got this."


With Chicago and Benji taking care of the situation, I went looking for Beca. Rounding the corner I spotted the Bella's protectively huddled around their leader. They were a loyal group of women who were closer than sisters and looked after each other.

"Ladies, may I speak with her?"

Getting to her feet, Beca met me halfway. With the exception of blood on her mouth, surprisingly she looked unphased by what transpired.

"Why are you here?" she inquired, wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve.

"I heard you were in trouble."

"No more than I usually am." Beca joked, looking at her extended family. "I was handling it."

"That's not what I saw."

"Yeah, and what did you think you saw?"

"Seriously!" it was as though she blocked it all out. "It looked like he was about to rape you!"

"Well, he didn't...so crisis averted." she said matter of factly. "You can leave now."

"Beca don't!" Chloe couldn't hold back as she listened to our exchange. "He's here to help."

"That's funny because I don't recall asking for it."

"Why are you acting like this?" I finally asked.

"Acting like what?" she snapped back. "You're not my boyfriend anymore, and nobody asked you to be here."

Peeping over her shoulder, Aubrey and I exchanged looks. She was right, something wasn't right with Beca. It was as though she reverted back to that unapproachable alt-girl during our Freshman year.

"Beca, it's me." I spoke softly, reducing the distance between us. "I know you better than you know yourself, so what's going on with you?"

"Nothing!"

"Then why are you so defensive?"

"I'm fine!" she insisted, becoming more agitated. "What is this anyway, another goddamn intervention?" she turned around to face her friends who now refused to look at her. "Alright, which one of you cowards went behind my back?"

When nobody came forward, Beca sighed with disdain. "Nice..."

"It was me." Aubrey finally spoke up. "I'm sorry but, we've been really worried about you."

"And that gave you the right to backstab me and call my ex-boyfriend?"

"No but-"

"-She told me everything." I interrupted in Aubrey's defense. "That's why I'm here."

"Everything?" she repeated, turning around to face the culprit and let her have it. "You had no right to do that!" she seethed. "You know what? I don't need this shit. I don't need any of you!" and stormed off.

"Beca STOP!" I yelled out to get her attention. I wasn't sure if anything I said was getting through to her but I had to keep trying before she ran away. "She did it because she cares about you." I gave it a moment to let my words sink in. "We all do."

Taking a few more steps Beca came to an abrupt stop and lowered her head.

Giving the girls a look of bewilderment I shrugged my shoulders then approached her with care. When I came around to her front Beca looked lost with tears in her eyes. I'd obviously struck a nerve because it was only the second time I'd seen her cry. I already knew the answer but asked anyway.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly.

"No," she whispered while tears fell. As her walls came crumbling down I knew my decision to fly to Europe was the right one. "Get me the hell out of here."


A/N: This is for Insertnamehere123 who made a suggestion to write Jesse's POV so I hope I delivered. What do you think will happen next? Final chapter coming up.