A/N: some serious hate toward miss Aubrey right now... Sorry guys. Thanks for reading!

Chloe opened the bedroom door, and closed it loudly, waking up the blonde as she stormed across the room into the bathroom.

Aubrey sat up slowly, her eyes red, puffy and sore from crying. She looked timidly from the bed into the bathroom where Chloe was angrily running a brush through her hair.

"Remember when I punched my bedroom window and had to get stitches, because I thought we had lost Beca?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of the bathroom mirror as she slammed her brush down and pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail.

Aubrey sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the floor, already she could feel more tears coming.

"Or how you punched Donald, and got sedated for defending her?" She asked as she turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face.

"Chloe I-" she started softly but was cut off.

"I thought, we were always there for each other. You got shot. I got stabbed. She was beaten, raped, tortured, torn away from her home." She said as she began drying her face.

Aubrey closed her eyes tightly as her tears fell, listening to Chloe.

"We loved her. We loved each other and she loved us. That's why we came here. To be together and to be safe. She was so insecure. So scared of everything. She was pregnant, she was worried about the baby. And we were with her every second." She said walking out of the bathroom and yanking the tie from her hair, letting her read curls fall over her shoulders.

She stared at the woman on the bed. Her head down, tears spilling from her eyes. She was hurting. Chloe knew this, and she knew she should be holding her, loving her, telling her she will be okay. But she was so angry.

"We said forever. What happened to that?!" She yelled making Aubrey jump and look at her, she had angry tears running down her cheeks now.

Chloes heart broke at the sight of her girlfriend. She had never seen her so worn down.

"I know you have been hurt, Aubrey. I don't know how you are feeling because you refuse to talk to me, but I guess that's better than basically being banished from my own home. I can't imagine what Beca is feeling right now." She said. Her words dripping with disgust.

She could see Aubrey's shoulders shaking as she cried. A part of her wanted to run to her, scoop her up and never let her go. But all she could see right now was the abandoned look on Becas face as she left the house, with Stacie and Donald. The look of fear and anger on Alex's, because she couldn't understand what was happening.

She shook her head and walked over to the dresser, pulling out a tank top and shorts, changing into them then walking over and grabbing her pillow from the bed.

Aubrey looked up in time to see Chloe slam the door as she left the room.

She let out a strangled sob, and stood up on shaky legs, making her way into the bathroom and closing the door. Locking it behind her.

XXXXX

In the living room, Chloe threw her pillow down, and lay on the couch, letting her own tears take over. She cried for Beca, and Alex. She cried for Aubrey. She cried for the things she said to Aubrey, knowing she didn't need to do what she did. She cried until her eyes hurt and her lips were swollen. She didn't stop crying until she fell asleep sometime in the early hours of the morning.

XXXXXX

After feeding Alex, Stacie and Beca laid her down to sleep on their love seat. They didn't have the guest room set up yet, so the living room couches would have to do.

Once Stacie and Donald went to bed, Beca lay on the bigger of the two couches, hugging a pillow against her. She didn't cry. She didn't close her eyes. She didn't sleep.

All she could do was think.

She had always known it was all to good to be true. Eventually she wouldn't be what they wanted. Even if at the moment it was only Aubrey. Chloe would follow shortly after, she was sure of it.

She wasn't used to sleeping alone. It had been a very long time since she had slept by herself and the feeling was not one she enjoyed. She hoped that across the lake, they were at least together. Chloe seemed pretty angry when they left, but she hoped that they were together in their bed. Keeping each other, safe and warm.

Every once in a while she would get up and check to make sure Alex was covered, and warm, or that she wasn't going to fall of the couch before returning to her couch and holding onto the pillow. It was around sunrise, when Donald came out of their room in search of coffee, that she closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. She listened for a while as he made his way around the kitchen, making coffee and starting something for breakfast, before she heard a soft voice next to her.

"Mama?"

She opened her eyes and looked up into the sleepy brown eyes of her daughter.

"Good morning sweetie." She said softly.

"Morning, I'm hungry." She said crawling into the couch and Beca moved so she could cuddle into her.

"I bet if you ask uncle Donald, he will make you something yummy for breakfast." She said smoothing out the small girls messy bed head.

"Okay." She yawned and Beca waited for her to get back up in search of food, but after a moment, she realized she had fallen back to sleep. She smiled softly and lay back, letting her own eyes close again.

XXXXXX

Jesse walked into the morning kindergarten class just as the bell rang and watched with a fake smile as the children ran around happily. He searched the small sea of five year olds, his smile faltering as he failed to find the one he was looking for.

"Hello Mr. Camp." Miss White greeted as she walked in front of the class and called them to their seats.

They took attendance and once it was done and Miss White got them started on their morning activity, Jesse had grown impatient waiting for Alex to arrive.

When she didn't, he walked over to Miss White who was working on something at her desk.

"Ale- I mean, a student is missing." He said.

She looked up at him shocked and looked at the class.

"Who?" She asked worriedly, misunderstanding him.

"Ali. She isn't here."

She looked confused for a moment. "Oh, Alex? She must just be absent today, she wasn't dropped of this morning." She said.

"Aren't the parents supposed to call, or something when their kid isn't coming to school?" He asked, his tone slightly annoyed.

Miss White looked at him skeptically. "It's not uncommon for a child to miss school, mr. Camp. And no, the parents don't always call in. It isn't policy. I'm sure she will be back tomorrow." She said and watched as he seemed to grow more restless.

"Hm, well I think there should be a policy or something that the parent must call in." He said.

She nodded. "Are you okay, Mr. Camp?" She asked.

He looked at her. "I'm fine." He said. "Excuse me." He turned on his heel and left the room leaving her in confusion and worry. It wasn't normal for a teachers aid to behave that way about a student. She sighed and was pulled from her thoughts by a couple students arguing across the room.

XXXXXX

It was almost nine that morning and Stacie convinced Beca to join her on the porch for coffee. She followed the taller brunette out and they sat at the patio table, with their coffee, soon joined by Donald and Alex and breakfast. Alex ate her French toast happily swinger legs back and forth and humming, she seemed to have forgotten her anger at having to leave home. Beca was glad for that, she had already called the doctor and she due to arrive at Stacie's that afternoon, to talk with and evaluate Alex. Beca told Alex about it and all she wanted to know is if she was going to get a shot.

"You should eat, Becs." Stacie urged. Donald had brought her a plate to fill with the breakfast he and Alex made, but her plate was in front of her, left empty as she sipped her coffee in silence.

She shook her head. "I'm not hungry." She said, then knowing exactly what Stacie was thinking, she looked up at her and gave her a look that said to just leave it alone.

The taller girl sighed but nodded and continued to finish her breakfast.

"Mama, can I go play?" Alex asked as she finished her glass of milk.

"Where?" Beca asked.

The little girl turned and pointed to the yard. Beca nodded. "Take your plate to the sink first please? And get dressed, don't ruin your Jammies."

She nodded and stood up picking up her plate and cup. "Thanks for breakfast, uncle Donald." She smiled as she walked into the house.

"Anytime shorty." He smiled as she went.

Stacie smiled at him, loving how he good he was with her, and couldn't wait to start their family. She reached over and gently tugged on his ear before cupping his cheek and leaning over for a kiss.

Beca looked down into her coffee, not wanting to intrude on their private moment.

A few moment s later, as Donald cleared the table, Alex ran out of the house and down the porch steps to play in the yard.

"Stay in the gate, Alex!" Beca called. Grateful, they had the fence surrounding the yard.

"Okay!" She called back.

Stacie smiled. "How are you doing Becs?" She asked once they were alone.

Beca looked at her and took a breath. "Fine."

Stacie smiled sadly at her. "How are you really?"

"You know, I don't really want to talk about it." She said, "I don't mean to be rude, but, I just can't...right now." She said and Stacie could hear the pain in her voice, see her clenched her jaw, trying to stay calm.

"You didn't sleep last night." She said. Beca laughed slightly.

"How do you know?"

Stacie stood up grabbing both of their empty cups. "Because I know you Beca. When you don't sleep, your right eye drops just a little and your voice is rougher. You should get some rest." She said walking into the house with the cups.

Beca sighed and looked out across the yard, pulling her knees up and resting her chin on them as she watched Alex run around the yard.

XXXXXX

"The car is there. They only left one curtain open, to the living room, all I saw was Chloe asleep on the couch. I didn't see anyone else or the kid." Bumper explained, sounding bored.

Jesse sighed in annoyance. "Where the fuck are they?"

Bumper shrugged. "I don't know man. But, I really shouldn't have been that close. We both know I'm being looked for."

"Should have kept it in your pants then, huh?" Jesse asked.

"Don't patronize me. You have no room to talk. You forget, I know what you did to Beca." He snapped.

"What did I do to her?" Jesse challenged. Bumper might be a criminal. He ,as have done the same thing to Aubrey, but at least he could admit what he did. Jesse firmly believed Beca wanted what he did to her. Not in the mood for another fight he shook his head.

"You loved her, and took care of her and gave her everything she wanted." He said, it sounded as though he had said it a few times, or was reciting it.

Jesse nodded. "That's exactly what I did." He said and looked up at the house. He wanted to know why his daughter wasn't in school. What could have kept her away.

"Stick around here. Find out where they are." He said and Bumper rolled his eyes.

"Sure." He said, as Jesse walked off through the woods toward the car.

XXXXXX

Beca was sitting at the kitchen table with Stacie, waiting nervously. The doctor had been with Alex for almost two hours in the master bedroom.

Stacie did her best to calm her worries, but it did no good. They jumped when they heard a door being flung open and small footsteps running down the hall.

They stood as Alex appeared. She ran passed them, through the living room and out the back door.

"Alex?!" Beca called and stepped forward only to be stopped by the doctor who had just walked into the room.

"Let her go, she needs some time." Beca looked at her, Stacie was now just as concerned.

"What happened?" She asked.

The doctor motioned to the table. "Let's talk," she said and Stacie guided Beca back into her chair, taking a seat next to her. She sat across from them and seemed to think.

"She does not show any sign of multiple personality disorder." She started. Beca sighed in relief. "Nor does she show signs of bi polar, or anything else like that,"

Beca nodded, "Then, these outbursts?"

"She is angry. She is insecure, and those insecurities only feed into the anger."

Beca looked lost. "Angry about what? What do you mean she is insecure? She is five."

"You said the first tantrum, was at her fifth birthday, when another child was teasing her about not having a father?"

Beca nodded. "That wasn't the first time, that your daughter had been teased about it, she told me of at least three other accounts that happens with the same child and another at other times. Even at such a young age, she has become insecure, other children have one mom and one dad. Or maybe grandparents. She had no dad, and three moms, she was teased. In come the insecurities. Then, the anger. She feels that she is different from the other kids, and that they won't like her. She has come to expect the teasing though she was very clear that she loves you and your partners. She is happy with you and take care of her. You have a very bright young girl, she is very clever, and mature for a five year old." She said.

Beca smiled, already knowing her daughter was amazing, but of course hearing it was nice.

"She doesn't want to be different. She says that anytime she thinks about it, it makes her angry, and sometimes, she holds it too long and I believe that is where these episodes come from."

Beca nodded. "But, she is healthy?"

she nodded, "Yes," she smiled.

"Advanced, in my opinion, I don't think kindergarten is even necessary,"

Beca smiled. She wished Aubrey and Chloe could be there. They would love to know this. That their daughter was okay, and she would be okay.

"Why did she run?" Stacie asked.

She sighed. "At the end there, when I was asking her if she thought being different was a bad thing, she seemed to really be struggling with something. I moved on, but when I asked again, she got upset and asked of she could go. I had what I needed and could see she needed to be alone or with you, so I let her go."

"We have always told her there is nothing wrong with being different." Beca said looking toward the back door.

"Maybe she has been told different?" The doctor suggested.

"That kid from the party?" Stacie suggested.

Beca shrugged, " I don't know. I really don't."

the doctor nodded. "I'd like to see her again in a week. You just keep doing what your doing, make sure she knows there is nothing wrong here. Make sure she feels as secure as you can."

"I will thank you." Beca nodded.

Stacie showed the doctor out and when she returned to kitchen Beca had tears in her eyes.

"I want Aubrey and Chloe. They should have been here." She said as Stacie gently gathered her into her arms, and led her to the bedroom.

She walked her over to the bed and tried to help her lie down. She was exhausted, but fighting sleep.

"No, I don't want to sleep-" she said and tried to sit up, but Staice pushed her back down. She landed on her back and looked at Stacie.

"You heard that doctor. With those two or not, you need to be there for your daughter. She needs you, and she needs you coherent. You are exhausted, Beca. And you are going to sleep for a few hours. I will watch Alex."

Knowing that If it came down to it, Stacie would pin her to the bed until she fought so hard she wore herself out, so she just nodded.

Stacie nodded back and pulled the blanket up over her. "Sleep, sweetie. You are going to be okay." She said.

Beca laid back as Stacie walked away. "Thank you." She said softly and the taller girl turned.

"For always being there for me."

Stacie smiled. "Always." She said and left the room closing the door behind her.

XXXX

Alex walked around the back yard, picking up sticks and rocks and throwing them around. It always made her feel better. She was near the far side of the yard, and some of the trees had grown over the fence. She stopped and looked at them, her curiosity growing until she finally decided to have a look. She walked over, pushing aside branches and stepping over what seemed to be a large branch that broke off from the tree. It opened up a little and she found her self in a small clearing, the fence a few feet away. She smiled, liking this little place she had discovered.

she picked up a pine cone and was about to throw it when a shadow moved across the small clearing. She turned around toward the fence and stopped. She looked uncertain for a moment. Then smiled and ran over.

"Hi, Mr. Camp!" She said excitedly. "What are you doing here?"

Jesse, unknowingly, but luckily -for him- had stumbled across what he had been looking for as he smiled down at his daughter.

"Hey there, Ali." He smiled. "I was actually looking for you."