A/N: Hey, sorry I haven't uploaded in a couple of days, I was staying at a friend's house and never got the opportunity to write. I hope you're enjoying the story so far, any suggestions or comments are welcomed so please feel free to review and stuff :)

This chapter's song is 'This Is What I Sound Like' by Athlete.

Aubrey checked the clock once again, biting her nails and jigging her leg restlessly. Chloe had been out on a walk for over an hour now, and Aubrey couldn't help but worry. She knew that Chloe wanted her freedom, and that she couldn't have spent one more minute cooped up in her flat, but Aubrey just wished that the redhead had let Aubrey go with her. Chloe was still weak from the chemo sessions she'd had while in hospital, and she was unsteady on her feet – Aubrey worried she would fall into the road or something.

Aubrey checked the clock again, even though it had only moved on two minutes since the last time she had checked it and sighed, she didn't want to undermine Chloe by going out to look for her but Aubrey couldn't stand the sense of uncertainty she felt about Chloe's whereabouts.

Aubrey left it 15 more minutes before she started putting her shoes on to go and find Chloe, not able to bear it any longer. She was about to leave when she noticed Chloe climbing the stairs up to their flat. Chloe frowned at Aubrey,

"Where are you going?" she asked, bending down to untie her shoes and biting her lip against the aches in her body.

"Err, well I was going out to find you." Aubrey admitted, not meeting Chloe's eyes. The redhead's frown deepened.

"Why? I said I'd be gone 2 hours, and it's only been 1 and a half."

"I was just worried, Chlo."

"Why?" Chloe asked again, her eyes daring Aubrey to give her reason.

"Well, you have… cancer, Chlo. I can't help but worry when I don't know where you are or whether you're okay." Aubrey explained.

Chloe shook her head.

"I'm capable of leaving the flat for two hours without dropping down dead, Aubrey. You don't have to treat me like some kind of baby all the time." Chloe said, shoving past Aubrey with the little strength she could muster and storming into the flat. Her anger and frustration had been building up over the past couple of days; she couldn't do anything independently – Aubrey always had to be there checking she was okay; every time she coughed, even to just clear her throat, Aubrey leapt up to check her temperature and give her some cough syrup and every conversation she had with the blonde seemed to revolve around Chloe's sickness – there was no escape. Chloe just wanted Aubrey to treat her like a normal person, not like someone who had cancer, but Aubrey just fussed around Chloe so much and it was driving the redhead mad.

"Chloe, I understand that you wanted to get away from the flat, I know that's why you went for a walk, but I don't understand why you wouldn't let me go with you," Aubrey said "You could've gone on a 4 hour long walk for all I cared if you'd just let me come with you. I want to be there to look after you, I can't let anything happen to you Chloe."

"I didn't let you come on a walk with me because you're the person I wanted to get away from." Chloe blurted, fatigue clouding her judgement and sending words flying out her mouth. Chloe didn't dare look at Aubrey as she carried on raging; "All I am to you is cancer. You don't even talk to me like you used to anymore – I can't stand being with you when all you can focus on is my sickness. I just want to forget about it Aubrey, but when I'm with you it's all I can think about because its all that you see in me." Chloe chocked, tears threatening to fall.

Aubrey didn't reply for a moment. She let Chloe's words sink in, the redhead's words flying round her head in a tornado of confusion and anger.

"Chloe, your sickness isn't all I see in you, but when I come in from the shops and find you being sick in the toilet or asleep and pale as a sheet on the sofa, it's difficult to keep it from the forefront of my mind." Aubrey finally replied, stepping into the flat and shutting the door behind her with a bang. Chloe flinched at the sound but replied with answering fury.

"I'm asking you to look past that, Aubrey! I don't deny that I look sick – I wake up every morning with a new bruise on my arm or more hair on my pillow and all I want is to walk out my bedroom to spend a normal day with my normal friend who will treat me like a normal person. I just want to live a normal life, Aubrey. I don't want to be ruled by my cancer."

There was a moment of complete silence before Aubrey turned her back to Chloe and walked back out the door.

"I'm going for a walk." Aubrey said, stepping out the flat and shutting it with just enough force to startle Chloe. Aubrey had no idea where she was going to walk but she knew that she needed to get out of the flat and away from Chloe. Aubrey guessed that this was how Chloe had felt when she had left that morning and it only made her feel more angry. Aubrey made it out of the apartment building and onto the street where she just walked forwards and didn't look back.

Beca's trip was drawing to a close, and the brunette wasn't sure how she felt about it. She had to admit that she felt a lot lighter having spent some time away from cancer and hospitals, but she deeply missed Chloe, and lying in bed with her every night. Beca had created some great music in New York, she had worked with some great artists, and her boss was already planning another trip to the same studio in a couple of months. Beca said she was up for it, and was even looking forward to going back to the studio in Atlanta and putting some of the tricks she had learned in New York to use. Beca had even created a proper produced version of the song she had written for Chloe whilst in the city. She had kept it simple, with the piano as the main instrument, but she'd added in some vocal harmonies in the background and Beca had to admit that using the amazing mic in the recording room made her voice sound great. Beca hadn't shown the song to anyone – it seemed weird to hand such an intimate song around to her bosses – but she knew that it was good, that it would do well in the charts if it were sung by the right artist.

Back in her hotel room that night, Beca pulled out her phone for her daily call with Chloe. She only had a couple of night left in New York, and wanted to spend them with the artists she'd been working with since they had asked if she wanted to go to a party with them. Beca was planning on having a quick conversation with Chloe before getting ready to go out with everyone. Her co-worker Jason had offered to pick her up at 10 to go to the club where everyone working on the project was going, so Beca only had an hour before she had to go. Beca tried phoning Chloe, but the redhead didn't pick up. Beca tried again, but it just rang and rang before going to voicemail. Beca called a few more times before assuming that Chloe had fallen asleep. Beca left a message explaining that she was going out in case the redhead woke up before getting ready for the party.

At 10, Jason came to the door as planned to pick Beca up. Beca took her phone off charge, ready to bring it with her just in case Chloe called, but Jason just shook his head.

"This club's weird," he explained, "they don't let you take phones in. They make you chuck them in a bucket where they either get broken or stolen, I'd just leave my phone here if I were you."

Beca frowned, reluctant to go to the club without some way to contact Chloe. She debated concocting some way of hiding it in her bag but figured it wasn't worth holding everyone up or getting into trouble.

After putting her phone back in her room and switching the lights off, Beca followed Jason down to the hotel lobby where a few others going to the club were waiting. She got a few compliments on her dress which she and Chloe had picked out together, and threw a few compliments around to other people, though Beca couldn't help but think how no-one compared to the beauty of Chloe.

Eventually, everyone piled into a convoy of taxis waiting outside the hotel, and Beca felt herself letting go and getting carried away by the carelessness and high spirits of everyone else in the group. She found that she completely forgot about what was going on back in Atlanta and her mind became filled with folly thoughts, especially when she started taking shots with everyone else.

Beca consumed more alcohol than she had in a long time, finding herself being swept away by the atmosphere of New York and the talented musicians she had as company. Beca partied with everyone all night, not once thinking about Chloe or cancer or anything remotely related to that topic.

Beca was so drunk that when she finally got back to the hotel after the party and that when she checked her phone, she didn't notice the panicked texts and phone calls from Aubrey alerting her that Chloe was missing.

'Do you know what we're fighting for? Well, let's fight, let us fight'

Do you know what we're asking for? 'Cause I don't sometimes.

I just want to kick off at something, go to town and then make a scene;

We're not sure what we're fighting for, but we'll fight…'