Beca was used to volunteering at hospitals, her mother had been a successful trauma surgeon. In fact it was one of the things that tore her parent's marriage apart. It was also one of the things that Beca admired most about her mother. How was a young child supposed to feel when what inspired her most about her mother was the reason why her father left? That the heroic qualities she saw in her mom had driven her father away? The long hospital hours, and constant emergency calls that had pulled the woman away from her home life made him angry, bitter, and resentful. Hospitals were a familiar environment to the brunette. And thankfully so. For that was how she met Chloe Beale.

Being so far away from her mother had made her homesick. She sought a familiar environment and before she knew it she was signing up to volunteer at the local hospital. It only took the local doctors and nurses a few weeks to realize the medical talent that the young DJ harbored. Beca was used to hearing it by now, what a shame it was that she didn't plan on going into the medical field. Having spent so much of her childhood waiting in the hospital for her mother to finish her shifts, the young girl had absorbed diagnosis', and medical procedures like a sponge. She clung to this knowledge like a life vest from her mother. Like any young child, she wanted to be like her mother and took in every bit of medical term she could. In middle school she was reading her mother's medical textbooks, looking up definitions. She could have easily become a child prodigy, but her mother never pushed her to be one, for she knew her daughter's true passion in life was music.

The first time she met Chloe Beale she was concealed by a hospital curtain. Beca doing her rounds had noticed no one had gone in or out of the enclosed space for 20 minutes now. Assuming that doctors had treated a patient and that they had left she went in to clean up and sterilize the area, only to pull back the curtains and find herself facing an impatient looking blonde, and the most beautiful redhead sitting on the examination table. The girl sitting on the table gave her a polite smile, her radiant blue eyes shining.

"Oh I'm sorry, I thought you got treated already." She stepped back ready to pull the curtains back.

"We should have been treated about half an hour ago when we got here." The blonde huffed angrily at Beca as if it were her fault because she was in hospital scrubs.

"Look, I'm really sorry, it's been busy and we're a bit short on doctors tonight."

"Aubrey." The redhead scolded lightly putting a hand on her best friend's arm to calm her down.

Beca looked at the redhead, "Um…what seems to be the problem, I can go get someone to take care of you." She tried to rectify the awkward situation.

"Oh, it's just a twisted ankle." The redhead said nonchalantly, "It's fine if they have something more urgent."

"Chloe your ankle cracked like six times and you could barely walk. It's really swollen. We don't even know if it's broken." Aubrey chastised her friend before turning back to Beca trying emphasize the need for medical attention.

"I can take a look at it, I mean, if that's alright." Beca offered. She knew enough to have the local doctors let her suture patients, she could run some basic tests to make sure it wasn't broken and double check with one of her supervisors later. She was the medical knowledge of an attending just not the degree, and for that she knew she would have to always double check with a supervisor.

The blonde narrowed her eyes, "Are you even a doctor?"

"Um, no. But I've spent enough time here to be one. They let me suture up some drunk kid's arm last night." She awkwardly added hoping it'd help the situation. She had in fact done that. A college boy from Barden came in his arm bleeding complaining about the beer bottle that did that to him. They were too busy and one of Beca's supervisors had given her the okay to suture him up having seen her work before.

"Well, I'm sorry if I don't want some alt girl with ear monstrosities the size of Texas taking care of my best friend's ankle." The blonde snapped at her harshly.

Beca has worked hard on not letting her hurt show, so she barely managed to not reel back from the verbal attack. She met this girl a few minutes ago and already felt threatened.

But again the redhead's hand shot up to land on her friend's arm, "Aubrey, it's fine. Could you just go wait outside?" Her voice was calming, it seemed to even work on the winded up blonde.

"Okay fine." The blonde gave a look at Beca that gave a clear message of, if you hurt my friend, you'll be the one on the examination table, and left.

Beca bustled to close the curtain after Aubrey.

"Sorry about her. She gets a bit tightly wound sometimes." The redhead said offering a calm smile at Beca.

"It's fine ma'am. We get that a lot. You'd be surprised the things people say when their loved ones are in the hospital." Beca gave a polite smile back trying not to blush.

"You can call me Chloe." The redhead offered.

Beca looked up smiling genuinely, it was not the doctor patient polite smile, it was a friendly happy smile. "Chloe." She liked the way the name tasted in her mouth.

With that she silently pulled up a chair and sat at the end of the examination table.

"So, Chloe, how did you hurt you ankle?" She asked rolling up her pants leg and gingerly removing the redhead's sock.

"Um," Chloe looked a bit uncomfortable as a dull pain in her ankle set in, "dance routine. For our acapella group."

"You go to Barden University?" Beca said looking at the swelling in the joint.

"Yeah, actually, Barden Bellas. You too?" Chloe said as she studied the brunette's face and smiled to herself.

Beca smiled, Chloe's aura just made her want to smile in spite of the fact that she could see her ankle swelling up.

"Yeah, freshmen, not a Bella." She looked up giving a small smirk, looking back down at the redhead's ankle, "So what happened?"

"We were doing our dance routines and my foot landed funny, I've rolled my ankle before but it did crack a lot. I haven't been able to walk on it too well since." Chloe chewed her lip, she really hoped it wasn't broken. She wouldn't be able to perform with the Bellas and it was her final year with them.

"Well I can have you sent down to radiology for some x-rays." Beca lightly prodded her ankle at different angles as Chloe winced lightly, "It doesn't feel like you've broken anything, but it could be a hairline fracture."

Beca picked up Chloe's forms and started putting in a request for an x-ray on her ankle.

"How did you get to be so good at this?" Chloe asked, intrigued by the freshmen who seemed to know so much about what to do medically.

Beca looked up from the papers, "my mom was a doctor." She said with a nostalgic smile, "I used to spend hours watching her at the hospital after my dad left us, I would watch her diagnose patients, watch her do sutures, treat patients, and on really good days I got to sit up in the gallery when she performed surgeries. I got so used to it all I started volunteering when I got older. So when I got here, just for a piece of home I started volunteering here." She shrugged halfway through her story, "They know we so well I can waltz in here at night when I can't sleep and get mistaken for an intern a lot." She added with a small smile.

Chloe watched her speak captivated by the way the girl's eyes lit up when talking about her mother.

Just as Beca was going to get up to get her radiology forms to the nurses to approve them the curtains her jerked back. There stood the blonde, Aubrey, from earlier, and next to her was a flustered looking doctor.

"Ted." Beca looked up addressing the tired man a slight tone of surprise.

"Beca." He smiled, nodding at the girl he saw so much medical potential in, she was honestly better than some of the interns he had seen.

"Chloe, this is Dr. Altman, he can treat you ankle…properly." She looked down at Beca in her chair giving her a smug look.

"Ms. Posen I've told you Ms. Mitchell is perfectly capable of treating your-" He was interrupted by Aubrey.

"Dr. Altman I would prefer someone who did graduate from medical school to check up on my best friend, and co-captain of my team."

He sighed and walked up to the redhead.

"Ms. Beale," he greeted before running the exact same test that Beca had run. He asked her how it happened before prodding her ankle gently, not as gently as Beca Chloe noted as she winced.

"It certainly doesn't seem broken, but I would suggest you get an x-ray in case there is a minor hairline fracture. It could very easily be just a sprain."

Beca tried not to smile and opted to stare at her hands instead.

"That's what Beca said, she already filled out the radiology form." Chloe said with a small smile on her face looking up proudly at the brunette.

Aubrey looked slightly embarrassed and aghast and Beca gave her a very close imitation of the smug look she had received from the blonde earlier before excusing herself to put in the form and get a wheelchair for the redhead. By the time she returned Ted had been called for one of the trauma rooms and Aubrey and Chloe were talking about something about the Bellas.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt…"

Beca let her words trail off before gesturing at the wheelchair to finish her sentence.

Chloe smiled warmly and Aubrey just gave her a grim tightlipped smile.

"You can wait in the area outside if you want," Beca gestured towards the seating area as the blonde checked her watch.

"Oh shit, Chlo, I'm so sorry, I have to go-you know what I can cancel."

"Bree, it's fine. Go. I know you have to." Chloe offered with a small grin.

"You can call me when you're done and I'll come pick you up. I'll tell them it's an emergency." Aubrey looked back at her best friend. She felt her insides clenching as she realized she didn't have the time to do that. Oh no…she was going to throw up.

"I can drive you home afterwards if you needed a lift." Beca tried to offer into the conversation realizing the dilemma Aubrey was in. The blonde's insides calmed and she was silently thankful to the brunette. Keyword silently.

"Wow, doctor, and chauffer. I like it Ms. Mitchell." Chloe gave a little smirk and a friendly wink at the brunette before turning back to her friend.

And thank god she turned her attention back to Aubrey because she would have seen the small blush creeping up on Beca's cheeks.

"Are you sure Chloe? I can really cancel this."

"It's fine Bree. Beca'll take care of me."

With one final look up at Beca with an expression that clearly said, "you better take good care of her" the blonde turned to leave.

Beca shook her head, "Wait, how did you know my last name?"

She frowned looking at the redhead who looked innocently at her.

"I facebook stalked you while you turned in my forms." She shrugged nonchalantly before slowly getting up from the exam bed.

Shaking her head at the bluntness of the redhead Beca walked over to help get Chloe in her wheelchair.

"Off we go." Beca said before pushing the wheelchair through the hospital.

"Wow Becs, you're just doing it all tonight aren't you? Treating me, driving me, wheeling me."

"Becs…aren't we just the best of friends."

Beca didn't know why, she never bantered with someone so easily and quickly. She was sarcastic, stand-offish, and a very private person. But the redhead seemed to have opened her up like they had known each other for months already.

"Yes we are. We have a long history you and I Beca. I'm pretty sure I knew you in a past life."

The conversational banter went on as they walked through hospital halls, and rode elevators until they reach radiology. By then Beca couldn't help the shining smile on her face, and Chloe had a sparkle in her eye that made her radiant blue orbs brighter than usual.

"Hey Steve!" Beca greeted cheerily, her mood not willing to die down just yet.

"Heya pint-size!" He greeted her just as enthusiastically. Beca had met him a month ago when she wheeled up an especially traumatic broken femur. The bone had protruded out of the skin and doctors needed to know ASAP what was going on inside to fix it. Beca had passed out when Steve pulled the covers back to get the man's leg x-rayed. Honestly, she didn't know why either. She had seen her mother perform the most intrusive surgeries, but I guess seeing a man in pain from the bone sticking out of his leg did it for the small brunette

Chloe giggled at the brunette's nickname.

"This your friend?" the older man asked, his hair graying lightly.

"Oh pint-size and I go way back." Chloe giggled as Beca shoved her shoulder lightly.

Steve let our a hearty laugh at the brunette's reaction and took the papers.

"Hmm. Ms. Beale eh? Well, let's get you up on the table. We'll step into the room over there, get the picture and have you back down for examination!" He started placing in the correct settings to the large machine in the room while Beca helped Chloe get up from the wheelchair and onto the table.

"Pint-size eh?" Chloe said quietly her breath brushing by Beca's ears as she held onto support from the brunette.

The DJ grinned, "call me that again red, and I'll have you sent to surgery."

She got Chloe on the table gently moving her leg so it came right under the lights of the x-ray before stepping back with a cheeky grin on her face.

"I'll be right on the other side Ms. Beale just holler if you need anything."

With that she slipped over towards the booth where Steve was already busy at the control board. Closing the door behind her a small thought ran through Beca's mind, Chloe smells really nice.

Steve noting that Beca was in the room and door closed started up the machine, it whirred a bit.

"You ready there Ms. Beale?" He asked over the microphone.

Chloe looked up and gave them both a thumbs up and a bright smile.

"She's a pretty one in't she?" He said busily adjusting dials.

"She's gorgeous." Beca breathed as Chloe looked through the window at them smiling.

Unbeknownst to both radiologist and DJ, the microphone leading to the room where the redhead was seated was still on.