AN: Hello all! First of all I want to wish you all a (late) very happy/merry christmahanukwanzicastice and a very happy and prosperous new year! I hope this season has held all the magic you could ever wish!

Second of all I know I'm sounding a bit like a broken record, but I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get this out! I won't bore you with all the details, but let's just say that moving is a bitch on a good day and doing it unexpectedly and over the holidays does not make it any better. :( But regardless of the messiness of life, I seem to be back up in fighting and writing form with part two of the epilogue for you.

Just as a refresher the regular fonts at the beginning and end are thirteen years after the main story and everything in italics are flashbacks that happen shortly after the main story ended and are the story of all the years in between. I am going to try to start getting chapters out at least every couple of weeks until we are done with the epilogue and once again thank you all so much for sticking with me on this journey!

Submitted for your approval…

Disclaimer: still nope

Jen and Beca, at Chloe's insistence, had retired to Beca's home studio, while Chloe worked on dinner. It had actually been quite some time since Chloe had had the kitchen all to herself, and it didn't take long for the relaxation that came with cooking combined with the quite of the house, for her memories to steal her mind away again.

Chloe and Beca had been going strong for over six months. They had started out gently, changing their standing, once a week, plans to weekly date nights, that sometimes ended with sleepovers, but despite both of their determination that they wanted to take things slow, within the space of a couple of months they were pretty much back to living together. Zay was now, at Beca's insistence, attending the best private performing arts school in the city, that just happened to be near her penthouse. So, they all quickly fell into the routine of staying at Beca's during the week and Chloe's on the weekends and on the days that Gabe had Zay.

They had also developed weekly karaoke dates at Pete's with Corbin and Sam. Sam, it seemed, was the perpetual lonely lesbian looking for a lover, and watching the never-ending stream of dates that she brought with her was, occasionally tragic, but mostly very entertaining.

The first was a stone butch, who looked a bit too much like Elvis. She was intent on proving to the whole group that she was the biggest "gentlemen" that any of them had ever seen. She paid for everybody's drinks all night, got up any time anyone else stood up, opened all the doors and pulled everyone's chair out for them, including Corbin. By the end of the night Sam was so done with the over the top show that she actually feigned a sprained ankle to get away from her.

The next one of note was some kind of intellectual hipster hybrid. She showed up to the bar in a black turtleneck and black jeans. Which wouldn't have been an issue, had it not been the middle of June in LA. She then proceeded to tell them all about several bands, books, and plays that she experienced recently, that no one had head of and that honestly all sounded awful. When Beca tried to talk music with her, she scoffed and said that any band or artist that Beca would know about would, obviously, be much too mainstream and "dumbed down" for her liking. At that point Sam began, gushing about her love for The Spice Girls. The woman got disgusted and, to everyone's relief, finally left.

The most recent and the absolute worst had been the hippy chick. There was a hard rock music festival in town and it was an unusually quite night at Pete's. The normal ear shattering roar was just a soft purr in comparison. The group was all sitting at a table talking when the smell of patchouli wafted over to them. They looked up to see a woman walking towards them, wearing clothes that looked like they had been pulled out of a dumpster. They were all very flowy and there were lots of layers, LOTS OF LAYERS. She had to have been wearing at least three skirts and no less than five beaded necklaces. By the time, she had made it to their table all of their eyes were watering from the stench of patchouli and BO, it smelled like instead of applying it with a sprayer she had just bathed in gallons of it. Except that would have meant that she had actually bathed in the last few months, a fact which they were all very skeptical about.

After introductions, she went to order a drink and twenty minutes later, after grilling the bartender about every ingredient in every single drink they served, settled on water. She then informed them that she was a fruitarian, apparently meaning that she only ate raw fruits and vegetables, which wasn't that weird, until she started explaining to the group that cooking fruits and veggies removes their souls, and how were you supposed to get the support for your mystical immune system without them. The night quickly went even further down the tubes as the hippy, who called herself Moonfire, noticed that Sam was wearing leather shoes. A fact which sent her into a crying fit and then a long lecture about the poor calf that was now motherless because of Sam's need for "high fashion" before she stormed out, leaving them all completely dumbstruck.

A week later, Chloe, who was lying in bed with her head resting on Beca's chest, chuckled.

Beca put her book down and looked at Chloe.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing just wondering what kind of delightful person Sam is going to bring to Pete's tomorrow night."

"Oh, good lord." Beca said, making Chloe laugh again "Well whoever they are, they can't be worse than Peaceful Apple, or whatever the hell her name was."

"Mmhm, you've got a point there!"

"That shirt I was wearing that night still smells like patchouli, and I've washed it three times. I may never be able to wear it again."

Chloe laughed harder "I'm sure you're just exaggerating. There is no way that shirt smells like patchouli you never even touched Lunar Blossom."

Taking this as a challenge Beca got out of bed went to the closet and retrieved the shirt, handing it to Chloe for inspection. Chloe looked sideways at her, but still took the shirt and smelled it. Her eyes went wide.

"Holy hell, it does smell like patchouli."

Beca smiled. "See, I told you."

"I will never doubt you again." Chloe said seriously, before they both dissolved into hysterical laughter.

The next night, Beca and Chloe were running late, and when they got to Pete's it was already packed. They decided to get drinks first, rather than having to wade back through the sea of people after they said hi to their friends.

They had just ordered their drinks when they each felt an arm wrap around their shoulders and they turned to see Sam standing behind them grinning.

"You're never going to believe it." Sam said, her smile growing a bit brighter.

"Dances With Moon Beams came back and is holding your shoes hostage until you find her a rutabaga?" Beca asked with a laugh.

That earned her a glare from Sam and a flat.

"No."

"Elvis has, uh-hu, not left the building?" Chloe offered.

"I hate you both." Sam said, her tone even flatter this time.

"We're just giving you hell." Beca finally said when she and Chloe were done laughing. "What's up?"

Sam rolled her eyes, but her joy quickly came back as she started talking.

"So, my date for tonight is amazing. She's not crazy at all, she's cute, she smells good, she hasn't named one band that I haven't heard of, and she hasn't pulled out anyone's chair all night."

"Well, sounds like you found a keeper." Beca said.

"I know you're being a smartass, but I think I actually might have." Sam said a little more quietly.

Beca and Chloe were both taken aback. Sam wasn't the kind of person who thought every person that looked kindly at her was "the one" so if she was talking like this it meant she must really like this girl.

"Well we can't wait to meet her. Just let us pay for our drinks and we'll be right over." Chloe said, much more serious now.

Sam nodded excitedly and made her way back into the crowd.

Chloe turned back to Beca.

"Wow."

"I know, I can't believe she called me a smartass."

Chloe rolled her eyes as the bartender passed them their drinks and Beca handed him her credit card and told him to open a tab.

"Come on" Beca said, taking Chloe's hand "Let's go meet the mystery woman."

Chloe looked around at all the people who were there as they pushed their way through the crowd in the same direction that Sam had gone. They were almost to where they usually sat when Beca's grip on Chloe's hand tightened painfully.

"Ow. Beca." Chloe said, surprised and in pain, but Beca was not paying attention. Chloe followed the laser beams that Beca was trying to shoot from her eyes and audibly gasped at what she saw. There at their usual table sandwiched between Corbin and Sam was Jen.

"Becs?" Chloe asked as softly as she could.

Beca turned around and mumbled "I can't." Before making a beeline for the stage door.

Chloe followed as quickly as she could and when she made it through the sea of people and out the stage and back doors, found Beca leaning against the brick wall nervously chewing on the edge of her thumb nail.

"Becs?"

"I can't do it Chlo. I just can't. After all the shit she pulled. After all the hell she put us though, I just can't."

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down it's ok. No one is going to make you do anything." Chloe said softly as she pulled Beca into her arms.

When Beca had finally calmed down a bit Chloe stepped back and looked into her eyes seriously.

"Becs I need you to listen to me for a second, OK?"

Beca nodded.

"Now I meant what I said, I'm not going to make you go in there if you don't want to. We can text Sam and Corbin and tell them one of us suddenly isn't feeling well, but I do want you to think about something for a second."

Beca nodded again.

"We've already acknowledged that a big part of what happened between the three of us was our own faults right?"

Another nod

"Now I know Jen made it exponentially worse, but she also did try to help me get back in touch with you after everything was over. I know that she really does feel bad for what happened and I also know how close you guys once were. So maybe we could give her the benefit of the doubt and try to be friends?"

Chloe was expecting a resounding no, but instead Beca actually seemed to think the concept over for a few moments. When she finally spoke, her voice was a bit shaky.

"She hurt me so bad Chlo."

Chloe pulled her into her arms again, her heart breaking at the vulnerability in the smaller woman's voice.

"I know she did baby, but she thought she was doing what was best for you, and just got carried away. She really does care about you and believe me, if she tries to come between us again I will personally kill her and burry her at my uncle's farm in Minnesota."

That earned a laugh from Beca, and after another moment of being held, she finally pulled back, took Chloe's hand and said.

"Ok let's give it a try, but I'm gonna hold you to that killing her thing."

Chloe laughed "It won't be a problem."

Chloe and Beca, after getting fresh drinks to replace the ones they had abandoned when the left the bar, waded back through the crowd to their usual table. When Sam saw them she jumped up excitedly and rounded the table, quickly strapping an arm around each of their shoulders.

"Gee's guys that took forever. Beca and Chloe this is my date…"

"Jen." Beca said, cutting Sam off.

Jen gave a small wave, her face showing a mix of shame, fear and shock at seeing her old friend.

"You know each other?" Sam asked, her excited tone quickly falling to one of apprehension.

Beca motioned to the table, and she and Chloe sat down as Sam made her way back around to sit next to Jen. When everybody was settled Beca finally spoke.

"Yeah. Jen used to be my assistant."

Corbin's eyes went wide in horror and Sam just looked confused.

"Wait I thought you only had one assistant before Corbin. The crazy one who wrecked your life and almost did the same to your label."

Jen looked down, suddenly seeming to find her hands very interesting. Beca just looked at Sam blankly.

"Well fuck." Sam finally said when the reality of what was going on hit her.

Jen sighed sadly, "I guess I should be going."

"Wait!" Chloe said before Jen could get up "Sam, Jen isn't the same person she was back then. She got caught up in trying to protect Beca and just took it too far. She's seen how wrong what she did was and even tried to help me win Beca back at one point. I mean it failed horribly, but she was more than willing to help. Even Beca is willing to try and bury the hatchet, so please don't write her off because of some past mistakes."

Sam looked to Jen "Is that true? I mean about you trying to help Chloe get Beca back?"

Jen looked up and shot a small grateful smile in Chloe's direction, before looking back at Sam. "Yeah it is, we came up with a whole plan, and like Chloe said it was an epic fail, but I wanted to try to right my mistakes."

Sam nodded and then looked to Beca. "Beca are you ok with this?"

Beca looked from Chloe to Sam and then finally at Jen. "I'm willing to try."

"Well if you're willing to, so am I." Jen said softly.

Jen and Beca shared a small awkward smile as they both resolved in their own minds to really try to put the past behind them.

"Mom? Mamma? Anybody home?"

Chloe was pulled from her thoughts by her son's deep voice booming from the front of the house. She was just about to call out, when she heard Beca's voice ring out clearly.

"Down here in the studio Little Dude."

Chloe laughed. At sixteen Zay stood at six feet tall and had shoulders almost as wide as Beca was tall. The fact that her tiny wife still called him "Little Dude", and that Zay still accepted it as if it was the most natural thing in the world, held no end of amusement for Chloe. She honestly wasn't sure their little family could get any more perfect than it already was.

AN: So there ya go. Another little bit of insight into how our girls got to where they are now, with more to come. :) Thank you all once again for your support I don't think I ever would have gotten this far with this story if it hadn't been for you guys. :) As always I'd love to hear what you think, and you can always come talk to me over on tumblr at the-breaths-of-chloe.

Cakedinmud: No problem glad you liked the chapter and happy birthday! :)

Xcombixgirlx: Yeah they have been through hell and back, that is for sure! But yeah these two are forever! :) I'm not sure why I've always had the headcannon that Beca is a horrible cook, but it just seems to fit. Lol How's the clouds by the way? :)

Guest: Lol yeah I guess it is rather musical. :) I've been trying to fit that song into a chapter for a seriously long time and it just seemed to fit there. :)

Saffy82: Thank you so much! That is so kind of you! And don't worry even when this story is over I've got a few more in the pipeline that I'll be rolling out. :) You have definitely not heard the last of me! (I feel like an evil laugh would be appropriate here, not really sure why) ;)

Bechloeorbhloe: Thank you so much! I'm glad to be back!

Bardenacapella: Thank you very much! I'm glad to be back! It will be a journey to get up to where we are now, this epilogue is kind of running away with me. :)

RJRMovieFan: :) Thank you so much! I always knew that Beca and Chloe had to end up together I just kind of took the scenic route in getting there. Lol Glad you're liking the epilogue so far!

Guest 2: Here ya go.

Guest 3: Hello, I will indeed be continuing the epilogue until the story has been completely told. Hope you enjoyed this new chapter!