A/N: Thank you all for the amazing response I've had for the last chapter! I'm sorry it took so long to update but work makes me so tired that I never have the energy to do anything other than eat and sleep when I get home :P

Anyway, the chapter after this will probably be the last one.

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

"Breaking news just in, a three car pile up on the infamous route 180 has cost at least one individual their life, while two others were hospitalised. Traffic has been diverted, stay tuned for more inf-" Aubrey turned the radio in her car off. Her hands shook on the steering wheel as tears cascaded down her cheeks. How could this have happened? She thought as she sped to the hospital. She had never met two people more unlucky when it came to accidents and injuries. Except maybe, Jesse. She felt a pang in her chest as the memory of him surfaced. She shook her head slightly. She couldn't think about him right now. She had to get to the hospital. She prayed that the person who had died wasn't Chloe or Beca, before feeling a rush of guilt that she was wishing the misery of loss onto someone else.

"Aubrey Posen, I'm here to see Beca and Chloe Mitchell," Aubrey said once she arrived at the hospital.

"Aubrey?" Aubrey whipped around and saw Gail and Haley sitting in the uncomfortable hospital plastic chairs. B oth looked exhausted, miserable and worried.

"What happened?" She asked, too scared to voice the question that had been welling up inside her.

"Multiple ambulances needed at the south end of route 180. Three car pile up. Fire-crew have been called and police are on the scene. Units respond," the dispatch voice said through the radio.

"Unit 260 responding," Gail said before flicking her sirens on and putting her foot down. "I'll take the car in the ditch, you take the red one," she said once they arrived at the scene. The third car was relatively unscathed, both driver and passenger were unhurt, and standing by their car.

"It was that other car's fault," one of them said as Gail quickly checked them over. "The red one. They were swerving all over the road." Gail made her way to the battered car in the ditch. Her heart seemed to stop as she saw who the passengers were. Chloe was frantically calling Beca's name but the brunette wasn't responding. Beca was barely conscious and her eyes seemed to be fixed on the rear-view mirror.

"Chloe, are you hurt?" Gail asked before her eyes fell on her bloodied jeans. "Shit," she said softly.

"Just get Beca out," Chloe said, her eyes full of tears. "Please."

"Mom," Beca mumbled. Gail shot Chloe a worried look which the redhead returned. Gail took the knife from her pocket and began cutting away at Beca's seatbelt.

"Don't worry about a thing, Mitchell," she said, trying her best not to cry. "We've got you."

"Chloe..." Beca groaned.

"I'm here baby," Chloe said, trying to keep it together. She watched as Beca's eyes drifted down to her jeans and saw them fill with devastation.

"No," she said, attempting to lift her hand. Gail hooked an arm under her legs and around her back before pulling her from the car.

It took Beca a few seconds to respond and then her strength seemed to come from nowhere. She was struggling and fighting and trying run towards the car, screaming at Gail for getting her out first. Gail couldn't quite believe it. Beca shouldn't be able to walk let alone run.

Haley couldn't stand the look of pain in Beca's eyes as she sedated her. The fact that they had rescued her before Chloe was, in Beca's eyes, the biggest form of betrayal.

"Haley," Gail said, a warning tone that used to fill her voice whenever Beca got the same look in her eyes that Haley had now. She slowly lowered Beca to the ground, the brunette whimpering and sobbing as she lost consciousness. "What about the other driver?"

"He's dead," Haley said.

"Get my wife out of there," Beca said. Haley took off running before her eyes finally closed.

"Haley!" Gail called, fruitlessly. "God damn you, Mitchell, why is it always you?" She lifted her up again before carefully lying her on a stretcher and watched as she was whisked off to hospital.

"Don't worry Chloe, we're going to get you out," Haley said as she forced her way into the car.

"Is she okay?" Chloe asked, looking tired and terrified all at once.

"We... I had to sedate her. She was fighting us for not getting you out first. But from the way she was fighting, she doesn't seem to be seriously injured," Haley said. Chloe let out a shaky sigh of relief.

"Did I ever tell you how we met?" Chloe said, trying to distract herself from the pain and fear that was gripping her. Haley shook her head as she watched the fireman begin to cut the steel of the car from around Chloe. Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, her voice shaking as she told the story. "It's funny," she said, "that it was an injury that brought us together. Pretty fitting really." There was a heavy clunk beside them as the door finally came free and Chloe was helped out of the car, blood still spreading down her legs. "I can't lose this baby," she said as she was lifted onto a stretcher. "If it comes down to saving me or the baby, you chose the baby, understand? No matter what Beca says."

Once Haley and Gail had finished talking, Aubrey took a seat beside them, her head in her hands.

"Where are they now?" She asked.

"Beca's sleeping off her sedative and Chloe's in surgery," Gail said.

"And... and the baby?" Aubrey asked, afraid of the answer.

"No news yet," Haley said.

"Why aren't you in there with Beca?" Aubrey said.

"Stacie's in there with her," Haley replied. "She told us to wait here for news."

"You should go see her," Gail said. "She probably won't be mad at you. We promise as soon as we hear anything-" Gail was cut off by shouts coming from a near-by room. It was unmistakably Beca's voice. All three women jumped up and ran to the source of the commotion.

"Where is she?!" Beca screamed, pulling out the IV from her arm and attempting climbing from the bed.

"Beca, you've got severe concussion and cracked ribs, you need to be in bed," Stacie said, trying to stop her from moving.

"What I need is to be with my wife and kid," Beca replied, her feet hitting the ground. She tried to take a step but her legs buckled underneath her. She was caught by Gail but Beca pushed the blonde away. "You got me out first!"

"Beca, you were in a really bad way," Gail said, trying to get her back into bed. "Chloe asked me to get you out and I did. You were in a worse condition."

"You don't seem to understand that I don't care! I don't care what happens to me, I care about what happens to her and about what happens to our child."

"Beca Mitchell!" Aubrey snapped. "Get back in that bed this second, or I'll make them strap you to it." Beca stopped struggling but still didn't move back into the bed. "You might not care what happens to you, but we do. And Chloe does and when she wakes up, she's going to need you, and you won't be much help if you don't get better, will you? Now," she paused, collecting herself, trying not to stress vomit on them all, "will you please get back into bed? For Chloe's sake?" reluctantly, Beca allowed them to help her into bed and to reattach her IV.

"Can someone find out what's happening? Please?" Beca said in a much quieter voice.

"I'll go," Gail said, pulling Haley along with her. They returned after a few minutes. "No news," she said, sitting down in one of the seats Stacie had brought in for them all. "But they said they'd come in here when they have news."

After an hour of agonising silence, a doctor walked in, a splash of blood up his scrubs.

"Ms Mitchell?" He asked, looking around the room.

"Yes?" Beca replied, sitting up, wincing as she did.

"Your wife broke several bones along her right leg and damaged her pelvis in the accident. Also, the baby was in a difficult position and she lost a lot of blood while we delivered him," he said.

"Him?" Beca asked, her eyes full of tears. "He's a boy?" The doctor smiled slightly.

"Yes," he said. "And he and your wife are going to be just fine."

Beca was sitting in a chair beside Chloe's bed once she was finally allowed out of her own. Her son was sleeping peacefully in her arms. Despite everything, he was strong and healthy. The tiny wisps of hair he had were a light ginger and his eyes were a shocking blue.

"Hey buddy," Beca whispered, tears in her eyes. "I love you so much. And I'm going to keep you and Mommy safe forever, I promise." She looked at Chloe, who was still sleeping. "Chlo', you gotta wake up and meet this little guy."

But it wasn't until hours later that Chloe did finally wake up. She saw Beca sleeping in the hospital bed beside her, having refused to move from Chloe's side, and her son sleeping in the tiny cot between them. She saw Beca wake up and silently climb out of bed, grimacing slightly as she did. The brunette hobbled over to the cot and then breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw her son was still breathing.

"Hey Becs," Chloe said, her voice hoarse. She reached out and Beca immediately took her hand.

"Hey baby," Beca said, kissing it. "I was just checking on him."

"Him?" Chloe asked, squeezing her hand.

"We have a son," Beca said, kissing her properly. Despite Beca's objections, Chloe managed to persuade her to climb into her bed with her. "If I hurt you, tell me," she said as Chloe wrapped her up in her arms. "You scared me," she said, closing her eyes.

"You scared me more. How are you feeling?" Chloe asked.

"Never better," Beca said, smiling. "You?" She asked when they broke apart.

"Tired, but happy," Chloe said. "By the way, our boy needs a name."

"I know," Beca said. "We never did decide on a boy's name. Which was your favourite again? Charlie? He looks like a Charlie, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, smiling. "Charlie Jesse Mitchell."

"Perfect."