A/N: Hey guys! So these are the last chapters of this series. Sorry if this one took a turn to the overly dramatic but I was writing what I was feeling at the time.

At any rate, I just wanted to take this time to thank all of you guys for sticking around for this series long enough! You guys are awesome! I'll try to wrap this fic up by the end of this week and focus on 'In Every World…'

I do have one last fic in mind that's going to be somewhat of a rehaul of PP1, the usual length too (I had this idea for a chapter for 'In Every World' and it sort of just grew…), so yeah. You guys did read right, that's probably going to be my last fic for a while (and I promise to give it my all since the whole concept was sort of formed after thinking about this 'someone' I once liked).

I'm mostly trying to focus back on my own stories (I started writing fics as a break from that hobby) and now that I'm roaring with ideas again for that, it's time I take a break from this one too.

Sorry for the long note! I'll keep you guys posted with the last two fics I mentioned above. :) You can always catch me on tumblr, twitter, or instagram (theHypersomniacGrad) if you're interested in what it is that I do on a daily basis (although I rarely post stuff now, I'm trying to get into the habit of it as insisted by my cousins who live a million miles away from me ;P).

PS: can you guess who's chapter this is before reaching the end? :D

I don't own pitch perfect.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks, no, it don't break even

"That's how you met?" Beca asked, sounding a little surprised as Sara chuckled for quite possibly the first time in days. "By the way, you have a nice voice."

"Thanks." Sara replied. "And yes. She was playing that song on the piano while singing it too. I thought she was getting over a break up, but Adri summed it up perfectly though, the song was just so sad and that's how she felt. She believes that a person's heart's like a puzzle and, hers was missing a lot of pieces at the moment."

"Then it's no wonder she fell in love with you then."

"Chloe?" Beca exclaimed after hearing her wife, "What on earth are you doing? The doctors said you should rest. And why on earth did you agree to any of this Posen?"

"She was stubborn, something I'm blaming you for, and this is the only way I can make sure she doesn't go tire herself too much." Aubrey replied.

"Besides I wanted to see Adri. I haven't really…" Chloe started to say before taking a deep breath.

"Easy Chlo, I'm pretty sure Adri would want you to recover well" Beca replied and Sara quickly seconded what she said.

"That's true, besides her fevers sort of improving."

"I'm glad to hear." Chloe replied before asking, "Wait, what do you mean by 'sort of'?"

"Her fever's going on and off and Alex is still extremely worried." Sara replied sullenly.

"I wish we could do something. Anything." Chloe then said, her voice trailing weakly. It was impossible for her not to feel the sadness, the pain. She cared about her after all.

"I think I have an idea." Aubrey then said before rallying up all the Bellas…

…

…the silence can be unnerving, but it can be peaceful and serene too.

It really depends on whether or not you're comfortable with keeping the company of your own thoughts and nothing else but that.

Of memories both happy and sad.

Of feelings both great and torturous.

Especially when you're waiting with bated anticipation for something. Anything.

And Beca laughed when her friends had returned, never having left her sister's side and only being kept company by Chloe and Sara, who expressed their amusement with what the Bellas brought along with them.

"What, I figured we can reach through to Adri, let her know we're here waiting for her, thankful for what she's done, the only way we know how." Aubrey replied.

"And since Adri doesn't really do acapella, we figured this would be our best bet." Stacie then said.

"And where did you guys get that?" Sara asked highly amused.

"Would you believe it if I tell you that we got this at the gift shop?" Emily answered with a little bit of excitement.

"So what are we waiting for then?" Cynthia Rose cheered on.

"I think this would be better suited with you Shawshank, I don't think your tall little sister is going to appreciate any note my masterful fingers play. My skills are beyond our time."

They all laughed.

"You guys are amazing." Beca said, her voice sounding quite cheerful.

"Alright then, what's our first piece?" Flo asked, interrupting the background chatter of the Bellas who kept whispering among themselves.

"Before you go give suggestions, make sure I can play it in this thing first." Beca replied.

"Don't worry Beca, we had Dr. von Albrecht herself try playing a piece that Adri loved earlier. We asked her to do it." Jessica said.

"She was our best shot after all. She played something by Beethoven by the way, very clumsily too."

"Right, that's because she can't play but she always hummed pieces absentmindedly in the past. I tried teaching her but she never really improved." Beca explained.

"You really didn't need to go into that exposition babe." Chloe then said rather grumpily.

Then the Bellas laughed again, and even Sara chuckled. The air in the room lightening up a little. Hope filling their heart once again.

"I have an idea." Beca then said. "But don't you go singing just yet Chlo, you need to rest." she reminded the redhead, "This one's for you too. You guys good to jump in whenever you're ready?"

"But what song…" Aubrey asked and as soon as Beca started playing the notes they realized what it was. She herself started to sing.

I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be
So desperate to find a way out of my world
And finally breath
Right before my eyes I saw my heart it came to life
This ain't easy, it's not meant to be
Every story has its scars

With every note she played on the little keyboard she had, she sang with truth and sincerity.

And her voice was just beautiful.

But when the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see
That I will be your remedy
When the world seems so cruel

And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see
That I will be
I will be... your remedy

Despite the coarseness from wailing and sobbing for what seemed to be endless nights.

No river is too wide or too deep for me to swim to you
Come whenever I'll be the shelter that won't let the rain come through
Your love it is my truth
And I will always love you
Love you, ahhh

If anything, it only added to the rawness, the vulnerability of the words, of the song. Especially as soon as the Bellas joined her. Beca adding her own twist to each note she played to match the back up some of the Bellas provided with their own voice, making a new mash up that combined the two things that symbolized and represented the two people she nearly lost.

When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see
That I will be your remedy
When the world seems so cruel

And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see
That I will be, I will be your remedy
Oh, Oh

Giving Adele's song her own Beca stamp of originality. Giving it the Bella sound. Chloe and Sara holding back a few tears as they listened to the glorious harmony Beca had created with her own hands.

When the pain cuts you deep
When the night keeps you from sleeping
Just look and you will see
I will be, I will be

When the world seems so cruel
And your heart makes you feel like a fool
I promise you will see
That I will be
I will be
I will be your remedy

The song finished. Echoes of remaining melodies and songs lingered on as the day turned into night. Chloe was back in her room. The Bellas back to camping out at their spot. Sara had gone to check on Nate after having a mini panic attack about Adri's current situation.

Beca couldn't fall asleep. Her fingers tracings notes of old pieces she used top practice when she was younger, chasing the night with memories of better days. "Do you remember when we were younger and I started my piano lessons?" she spoke up. "I played piece by piece as diligently as I could and you would always beg mom to stay in the room to watch me practice despite the fact that it was your nap time. You'd fall asleep to me practicing. I thought I was a quick study but then you…"

Beca started playing the first few notes of Chopin's Nocturne Op. 2 No. 9. as she laughed light heartedly. "I was playing this." she said, playing the piece of music she hasn't played for so long. It didn't sound perfect on the tiny keyboard she had, but it was still quite masterful. "You sat up next to me and started playing the piece. You continued even when I stopped because I was… well… in awe. I watched your little hands try and struggle to reach the right keys, but you knew what you were doing. You didn't make any mistake. And you only heard me play. Huh, I guess trying to play it here, it sounds like how you did it the first time too." Beca said thoughtfully as she hit the right notes on the little tiles.

"You were always special Adri, but more than the things that make you special, you're special to me because you're my sister. You made me realize I didn't have to be alone. That I could be something to someone. That I didn't have to hide, because let's face it, you always found even when I wanted to be alone. You've always been crafty and you never gave up on me. And I don't think we'll ever have enough time to make up the moments we've missed, or forget the lost years we had because of things we can't control, but… Don't slip away from me okay? It's not that you look up to me, not that at all. I have many people who do that already. It's that… well, I like having a little sister to look after. Different from my wife and my daughter. Someone I can lean on and who can lean on me. And yeah, the Bellas are my sisters too, but I still need you. I'll always need you. And I promise you, this time, you'll never be alone again. You have me forever. All of us, apparently."

Beca continued playing, and she played the piece a few times over and over again, until her fingers barely trailed the keys. Until she simply dozed off.

Beca looked tired as she made herself comfortable, her hands resting over the tiny red, blue, and green plastic keyboard that was on her lap. Yet she couldn't help but notice the gentle smile on her face as she got swept away in dreams of long forgotten days.

Adrianne smiled. For once she was happy to wake up at hospital.

Because yeah, maybe it took about two decades or so, but the wish of an injured five year old whose fate had still been uncertain and whose dreams hang on the balance finally came true.

Her beloved sister was finally there by her side.

And it sounded like she had a whole village to back her up too.