DISCLAIMER: The "Pitch Perfect" screenplay was written by Kay Cannon and the movie franchise is owned by Gold Circle Films. The song "Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough" was written by Patty Smyth and Glen Burtnik. The author of this fanfiction does not profit, in any way, from the story. All creative rights to the characters and titles belong to their original creator(s).
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Dearest readers: Time to buckle up because this emotional roller-coaster is headed for "upside-down and backward."
Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
"Nobody can hurt me without my permission." - Mahatma Gandhi
"K…K…Kommissar?" Beca stammered.
"Nice to see you again…tiny mouse," Kommissar wickedly smiled.
By the time Stacie joined the group, the young woman with Kommissar was already standing and dusting herself off.
"Thanks, guys!" Cynthia-Rose exclaimed and hugged Stacie.
"What are you doing with Kommissar?" Beca asked.
"Somehow we ended up in the same shelter with other survivors," Cynthia-Rose answered.
"How did you two end up in that situation?" Stacie asked.
"We were out searching for other survivors and found those four. They said they were survivors looking for a shelter, so we told them to come with us. When we got here, they showed their true colors and told us they were from a religious militia stronghold. They were one of several teams sent out to find women suitable for repopulating the earth," Cynthia-Rose explained and spat, "Assholes!"
"Didn't you have weapons with you?" Stacie asked.
"Just those," Cynthia-Rose pointed to the two unmodified baseball bats lying on the ground.
"Shiiit…you need to get one of these," Beca said and held up Ethel.
"Beca! Where did you get that?" Cynthia-Rose gushed.
"It was in the weapons cabinet at the compound," Beca proudly answered.
"Compound?" Kommissar asked.
"Yes, we're living in a fortified compound in the woods," Stacie explained.
"What are you two doing here?" Cynthia-Rose inquired.
"We're on a supply run," Beca piped in and said to Cynthia-Rose, "Want to help us and then come back to the compound? Aubrey and Chloe would love to see you."
"Aubrey and Chloe survived?" Cynthia-Rose exclaimed.
"Yes…thanks to Stacie," Beca beamed and patted Stacie on the back.
Cynthia-Rose grinned and tightly hugged Stacie. As she released the tall brunette, she squeezed her butt.
"Nice to see you haven't changed," Stacie sarcastically remarked to Cynthia-Rose.
"Mmm…but you have. I didn't think it was possible, but your booty has gotten tighter," Cynthia-Rose lustfully looked at Stacie's butt.
Stacie rolled her eyes and stepped closer to Kommissar.
When the foursome arrived back at the compound, they came up through the basement. Beca and Stacie stored all their gear, then the four young women brought all the supplies upstairs to the kitchen.
"We're back!" Beca called out.
Aubrey and Chloe exited the den. When they got to the kitchen, Chloe was the first to see Cynthia-Rose and let out an ear-piercing squeal of happiness. The bouncing redhead tightly hugged an overwhelmed Cynthia-Rose. After Chloe finally let go of her stunned friend, Stacie walked over to the effulgent redhead and checked her eyes.
"You remember Cynthia-Rose?" Stacie asked, perplexed.
"Of course!" Chloe answered.
Stacie quickly walked to the den and retrieved the journal. She entered the new development with the pen she kept clipped to it.
"Let's put all these supplies away and we'll catch up," Stacie smiled and placed the journal on the kitchen counter.
Chloe stared at the tall blonde stranger and asked, "Who are you?"
"I am Kommissar," the tall young woman extended her hand.
The befuddled redhead stared at Kommissar and furrowed her brow.
"Chloe, don't be rude," Aubrey said and gestured to Kommissar's extended hand.
Chloe reluctantly smiled and shook the offered hand.
With six people helping store supplies, the task was finished quickly. The four young women sat around the kitchen table. Kommissar sat next to Beca and Cynthia-Rose sat next to Stacie. Aubrey and Chloe placed an array of snacks and drinks in the center of the table for everyone to enjoy, then sat at opposite ends, facing each other.
"So we don't all end up talking at once, let's take turns. Let's start with our guests. Cynthia-Rose?" Stacie proposed.
"Wow…there's so much I want to ask, but let's start with this. What's with the journal?" Cynthia-Rose asked.
"Don't freak out, but Chloe was infected with the zombie virus. She's currently on an experimental vaccine that has reversed her physical damage and almost killed the virus," Stacie explained.
"WHAT? WHEN? HOW?" Cynthia-Rose exclaimed.
Stacie related the entire mess with Chicago.
"DAMN! Where's he now?" Cynthia-Rose asked.
"In our holding cell," Stacie answered, "We're not sure what to do with him."
"Feed him to the zombies," Kommissar offered.
"That's what I said!" Beca grinned.
"Great minds think alike," Kommissar flirted with Beca.
Beca blushed, rolled her eyes, and looked away. Chloe glared at them.
"Have we met before?" Chloe asked Kommissar, "You seem very familiar."
Before Kommissar could answer, Stacie said, "Chloe suffered some memory loss due to the virus."
"She remembered me," Cynthia-Rose offered.
Stacie placed her hand on Cynthia-Rose's shoulder and gestured they leave the table. Once they were out of earshot of the kitchen, Stacie told her about Chloe's memory anomaly regarding Beca and Aubrey. Cynthia-Rose agreed to play along. When they returned to the table, Stacie asked Kommissar to come with her and told her what she told Cynthia-Rose. The tall blonde agreed to play along as well.
When they returned to the table, Kommissar found her seat taken by Chloe, so she sat in Chloe's seat. Stacie wondered if seeing Kommissar triggered something in Chloe's memory and made a mental note to write it in the journal.
"It's my turn, so Cynthia-Rose, have you seen any other Bellas?" Chloe asked.
Stacie furrowed her brow and wondered how it was Chloe's turn since it should be either hers or Kommissar's.
"Flo and Lilly are staying at the same shelter, but those two always volunteer to go out looking for survivors, so I hardly see them," Cynthia-Rose laughed.
"What's the shelter like?" Beca asked.
"It's one of those warehouse stores with a full kitchen, so we haven't had to make supply runs yet," Cynthia-Rose reported.
"How many people are in the shelter?" Aubrey asked.
"Around two hundred," Kommissar answered.
"Kommissar is part of the shelter's security force," Cynthia-Rose explained.
"So how did a badass like you end up in that mess?" Beca teased.
Kommissar lowered her eyes at Beca and went in for the kill, "Would you like me to show you?"
The flummoxed brunette sputtered and blushed. Kommissar smiled and laughed. The group chatted for hours. Stacie kept a keen eye on Chloe, who grew more possessive of Beca as the day wore on. By the time they noticed the late hour, it was too late for Cynthia-Rose and Kommissar to safely return to their shelter, so Stacie suggested they have dinner with them and stay the night. After dinner, they all sat in the living room and chatted more. Chloe sat next to Aubrey and continued to stare at Kommissar. When it was time to retire for the night, Cynthia-Rose announced she would be staying in Stacie's bedroom. Aubrey began to object and stopped herself.
"I guess I get to sleep in your bed…tiny mouse," Kommissar teased Beca.
Chloe's eyes suddenly widened and she began rapidly blinking. She furrowed her brow and her eyes darted from side to side. Stacie knew something triggered Chloe's memory and the confused redhead was struggling to sort it out.
"Chloe? Are you okay?" Stacie asked.
Chloe looked through Stacie, "Hmmm?"
"Are you okay?" Stacie repeated.
Chloe shook her head and then nodded. Stacie checked her watch, jumped up, and ran into the den. She returned with a syringe she prepared that morning. Ever since the close call, Stacie felt it prudent to prepare Chloe's nightly syringe in the morning. She injected Chloe and five minutes later, Kommissar carried the sleeping redhead into the den.
After Kommissar left, Aubrey changed Chloe into her pajamas and tucked her in for the night. She grabbed her toiletry bag and headed for the bathroom. As she approached the bathroom, she watched Cynthia-Rose follow Stacie upstairs and felt the flames of jealousy searing her heart. Aubrey shook her head to clear it and entered the bathroom. After she finished her nightly ablutions, she changed into her pajamas and got in bed with Chloe. Aubrey found she could not stop wondering what was going on in her former bedroom, or rather specifically in her former bed. She knew Cynthia-Rose lusted after Stacie but she also knew she gave up the right to stop her former girlfriend from being with someone else.
Once Stacie entered the bedroom, she immediately noticed all of Aubrey's belongings were missing and it slammed into her like a ten-ton wrecking ball. After getting into bed, she felt her tears begin to well and turned her back towards Cynthia-Rose, so her friend would not see her cry.
Cynthia-Rose heard her friend's soft sniffling and placed her hand on Stacie's arm, "Hey, are you okay?"
Stacie, not trusting her voice, nodded. If there was one thing Cynthia-Rose knew more than music, it was women.
She wrapped her arm around Stacie, spooned her, and whispered, "I'm here if you need me."
After a long pause, Stacie croaked, "Thank you."
Beca was not fairing any better, but with a much different problem. After getting in bed with Kommissar, Beca found the tall blonde surprisingly respectful. She stayed on her side of the bed and did not make any moves on Beca. The bewildered brunette began a long and convoluted argument with herself about her bed-mate that lasted until she finally fell asleep.