Author's Note/Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pitch Perfect or Pitch Perfect 2 characters, locations, or event references. Nor am I owner to any of the real life references used. I am just a writer who had an idea for the Becommissar ship and I wish to share it with the world.

Hello my lovely readers! First off, I am terribly sorry for the super long delay in this chapter; hell week came up at school with projects, papers, and exams all occuring at once...I apologize. Also, this whole chapter was originally going to be like a few paragraphs, but that didn't happen...

Anyways, here is the update! Forgive any and all grammatical errors please and enjoy!


Beca adjusted her headphones as she reclined in her chair, light streaming in from the window to her left. Staring at the seat in front of her, Beca thought of the events that landed her here.

About two months ago

Beca paced in front of her bed, arms crossed and phone held against her ear.

"It's a huge opportunity, Beca. Being selected to not only produce, but arrange the music for an international album and artist? I mean, yeah, sure, it's Das Sound Machine, but that's besides the point. This is a once in a lifetime chance; you can't pass this up!"

Beca let out a frustrated sigh, turning on her heel for the umpteenth time.

"I know that, Jesse, and believe me, I'm really excited about this job. I want to take it, but what if I can't do it? I've been working at Capitol Records for a year now, and I know there are far more people out there that are more qualified and more experienced than I am. I mean, come on, it's Universal! What if the album I make isn't good enough? Not only do I lose my job and possible career, but the entire company will be affected!

Throwing her free hand in the air, Beca continued her rant rage.

"And Das Sound Machine. It's Das Sound Machine, Jesse! You've seen first hand how synchronized and disciplined they are? Their arrangements were no different! They were perfect! How am I supposed to keep up with that? And then there's the whole rivalry thing that I'm not entirely-"

"Beca, Beca!" exclaimed Jesse, startling Beca, the latter halting her movements.

"Beca," sighed Jesse, " You'll make an awesome album first off. The company wouldn't have offered you the job if they didn't think you could pull this off. You could've been a consultant or something for the album, but no, you're going to be one of the featured producers.

Beca sighed, adjusting her grip on the phone, taking a seat on her bed.

"And," continued Jesse, his tone slightly annoying Beca, "is it really DSM you're worried about or Kommissar?"

Beca glanced up from the floor, her heart speeding up as a lump began to form in her throat.

"Jesse…"

Jesse's exasperated voice stopped Beca.

"You and I both know what happened the last time you saw the Kommissar, and we both know she left you shook up. It's a bad case,, Becaw, no matter how you look at it."

Beca remained silent as she reclined on her bed, eyes fixating on the ceiling.

"I know, but-"

"But you should still take the job," interrupted Jesse. "Life isn't always gonna be Capre-Suns and vinyl records, Beca. Difficult situations come in all shapes and forms; and, sometimes the only way to face them is to bite the bullet and charge forward. Eve-"

"Jesse."

Beca rested her arm against her eyes, blocking out her surroundings as she focused on Jesse's stilled breathing. He was right of course, with the whole thing about tough choices and facing them head on. As much as Beca wasn't sure if she could handle seeing Kommissar again, it was a job that she couldn't pass up if she wanted to further her career. This was the break she was waiting for and something like the past shouldn't stop her from taking what she wanted. Breathing out, Beca made her decision.

"Still there, Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll take the job."

Beca waited in silence as her words sunk in.

"You'll take the job?"

Beca nearly laughed at the shock in Jesse's voice, tension evaporating at a rapid pace.

"Yes, Jesse, I'll take the job. I'm not going to deny anything we just talked about, but you're right. As was Chloe. It's a once in a lifetime chance and I can't let the past hold me down."

Beca smiled as she listened to Jesse respond in kind, excited for this new chapter in her life to start.

Beca smiled as she diverted her gaze to the window next to her, the rays barely peaking over the cloud coverage.. Chole and Amy freaked out the moment she told them she had accepted the job, going about how they needed to make the most of the next two months. Chuckling, Beca recalled how hectic her last two weeks were with them, but she was going to miss them while she was gone. Her smile faltered slightly as she recalled her stopover in New York; an event that no one really expected.

Nearly nine hours ago

Beca quietly sipped on the coffee in front of her, trying hard to avoid eye contact with the man sitting across from her. Jesse had called a couple days before her flight, wondering what her itinerary was, growing serious the mo

ment she said she'd have a three hour layover in New York. Despite her attempts to keep him from seeing her, insisting she'd be fine, Jesse still showed up, announcing in his loudest voice, "BECAWW!" The two had exchanged pleasantries before heading to the nearest coffee shop in the terminal.

Beca stole a glance at Jesse as he also took a sip from his own drink. Beca knew something was up the moment Jesse asked about her layover. The fact he showed up despite the short notice also raised some flags in her mind. Running away was always the easy way out, but Beca felt this was something she couldn't-

"Beca?"

Beca startled out of her thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Jesse set his cup down with a sigh, nervously rubbing the back of neck as he brought his gaze up.

"So, I know you told me not to show up during your layover-"

"No! It's fine-"

Beca paused when Jesse held up his hand, giving her a "please-let-me-finish" look. Taking Beca's silence as an understanding, Jesse continued.

"The truth is, I came here because we need to talk. About us. We've been avoiding the topic for who knows how long, but after you told me about Germany, I started thinking and decided to take my own advice. To 'bite the bullet' so to speak."

Beca patiently watched as Jesse collected himself, her own heart pounding with nerves. She knew they needed to talk about what had become of them and where they wanted this relationship to go. The distance made it easy to ignore the problems, but it was obvious the avoidance was finally taking its toll on both of them. Sighing, Beca spoke up.

"You're right, we have been avoiding this. Guess distance made it easy for us to forget."

Jesse nodded in agreement.

"Distance also made me realize a couple things," started Jesse. "We've been together for a long time and even with all that's happened to us, the we tried to make this relationship work."

Beca nodded along with Jesse, already knowing where this was going.

"But somewhere along the way, I just, I stopped referring to you as 'my girl' or girlfriend. That you were suddenly 'record shop Beca' who I befriended in our freshman year and not 'girlfriend Beca,' I guess, the one I've been dating for nearly six years."

Beca nodded again, having felt the same way back in LA when she would talk to her co-workers about Jesse or her love life.

"I know we've tried to prove the statistic wrong, but it's not really fair to either of us if we keep this facade up, right?"

Beca held Jesse's gaze and shrugged.

"Yeah, it's not. We're lying to ourselves and everyone around us if we keep saying we're still the same happy couple from before.

Beca paused slightly as she leaned back in her chair, maintaining her gaze.

"So does that mean we're breaking up?"

Jesse let out a chuckle, the tension cracking between the two.

"Yeah, I think we are."

Beca whipped her head back, fawning in a dramatic way.

"Oh no! Why, dearest Jesse?! My heart, it cannot take it!"

Jesse smirked, holding his own laughter as he leaned against the table.

"Do not blame yourself, dear Beca! It I who is the problem!" Jesse paused in thought.

"Is it 'it is I who is' or 'I was the' problem?"

The two straightened up as they thought of their grammatical rules, locking eyes before they let out some laughs, feeling more free than ever before. Grabbing their drinks, the two leaned back in their chairs, glancing at the clock for Beca's flight time.

"We had a good run, didn't we?"

Beca smiled widely at Jesse, tipping her cup.

"The best."

Beca drew out of her memories with a small smirk, glad that everything was working out between her and Jesse. The two talked about how they went full circle from friends to lovers to friends again, agreeing that their relationship was strongest as friends, not as lovers. They sorted out any feelings they still held and Beca even gave Jesse the thumbs up to actually pursue a girl he met at NYU that's been showing some interest in him.

Lowering her headset, Beca leaned closer to the darkened window, city lights breaking through as the plane began its descend.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be arriving in Dusseldorf in about an thirty minutes. Please return to your seats at this time. Return all…"

Beca tuned out the rest of the announcement as passengers made their way back to her seats, her excitement and nerves getting the best of her.

Welcome to Germany, Beca…


I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but it really was just to establish that she took the job, broke up with Jesse (finally), and is now landing in Germany. I wanted them to break-up when she was in Germany at first, but then I thought, 'this was something they'd do in person, not over the phone' so I had to alter the storyline slightly.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even though I felt as though it was a horrible chapter. Please review as always! Also, I request for your paitence once again because in the next couple of weeks will be finals and I cannot guarantee I will be able to update before mid-December. I am a suffering college student, forgive me!

Thanks!