A/N: Hey guys! Here's the final chapter.

I don't own pitch perfect.


Beca was catching her breath as reached the Bethseda fountain. The daily runs through Central Park before the light of dawn were always fun, thanks to Chloe of course. A year ago, she would think it hell, but so much has happened in a year.

It was still a freezing cold outside, but having lived in snow central most her life, Beca had adjusted well. It was only February, and Beca was already counting the days to see the park in spring time. She let her thoughts wonder as she waited for her friends. She won their little race, so she gets an extra prize at the end from whoever comes in last.

Beca took a deep breath and remembered that day she beat Chloe's record at the Grand Prix final. Chloe immediately pulled her in a tight hug and, in a typical Chloe fashion, told her that Beca made Chloe's work that much harder having to regain two records during the World Championship. It was all Beca needed to hear to know what Chloe's decision was. She would return to the world of figure skating, and try to regain her spot as the undisputed and undefeated skating goddess.

Chloe jogged up to her as she reached the fountain herself, coming in second place. "You're getting faster," Chloe noted a little bit confused. She wasn't lying. Since she moved back to New York with Chloe, for the redhead to return to her home ice where her own coach was, the two have had their little race as part of their morning routine. It's grown the past few weeks, but it was nothing more than a little friendly competition to their work outs.

"I gotta keep you on your toes, Chlo. Besides, five gold medals, five World Championships, right?" Beca threw back, remember the promise they made to each other.

It came down to the wire. A point. One single point that set Beca to win her first silver medal at the Grand Prix Final, with Aubrey winning gold. Kommissar managed to claw her way to third, with Stacie barely missing the podium. It was a close fight, and it was about to get more interesting with Chloe's return, one she announced during the exhibition gala.

And the excitement, the thrill of it. The very thought that Chloe was coming back had started a new kind of flame in Beca. She knew her journey wasn't at its end. Like Jesse said, it didn't need to be.

She didn't let it be, asking Chloe to still be her coach at the end of the medal ceremony.

Chloe jumped up and pulled her into a tight hug. "And we won't quit, no more talk of that!" she had said, and in her own quiet way she had let her know that they were one, a team. "We won't stop until you become a five-time world champion!" Chloe declared. It was a challenge. It was a promise. One that couldn't Beca turn down.

How could she? Chloe herself was the champion for five straight years. In a way, Beca felt herself blush at the thought that Chloe saw her as her equal.

"Please beat her in the Worlds." Stacie said, huffing as she reached the fountain herself. Having shared the same home ice as the two of them, she had learned of their little contest and invited herself to join. She even told Jesse, during a Skype call that Stacie crashed between Beca and her friends back in Colorado – Atlanta with Flo and wherever Emily was too! – that when they come and visit, they're all going for a run. Amy was not amused. Emily was all fired up. Cynthia Rose, Denise, and Jesse weren't quite sure of what to feel. Flo was equally ready for the challenge.

"Should I be hurt that you support Beca more than me?" Chloe asked, pretending to be hurt by the comment.

"I'm just looking forward to your wedding," Stacie then teased, reminding the two of them of a different promise. Beca felt herself turn red as Chloe chuckled. "But for now, it looks like Bree's buying the coffee and one of you gets the blueberry donut at our usual spot?"

"Yup, me," Beca replied all smug.

Just as Aubrey caught up on them, groaning. She had come up last for the fifth time that week.

Beca had also won for the fifth time that week.

"Don't get used to winning, Mitchell," Aubrey had said after she had finally caught her breath and Beca simply shrugged.

She'd like to think that she might.

Sure, she didn't win gold in the last GPF, but it still didn't end badly for her. It only spurred her on.

She'll keep going. She won't stop or give up now.

Because her fate was with Chloe, on the blades, on ice.

With the music, with the freedom, and with the passion for life that skating brought them.

After all, to them, everything on ice is love.