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! I am back in the States, a degree under my belt, and a load of free time now. I've had this chapter done for a while, but I didn't have a steady internet connection with all the travels, so I apologize for the delay.
This chapter contains a lot of German dialogue which, thanks to Silver-Eyed-Rukia, has been translated for me since Google is a bit iffy. Since I visualize the story like a movie, I've left the dialogue in German, but have the bracketed translation below each phrase (like subtitles in a sense). This is how I will be writing the foreign tongues throughout the story so I apologize if this causes any confusion. Please let me know if you'd rather have me place the translation at the end of the chapter rather than within.
Please do understand that since this is one of the few interactions without Beca in the middle of DSM, the German dialogue is longer; in the future the dialogues will be shorter.
Anyways, enjoy! Forgive any and all grammatical mistakes!
Cologne, Germany: DSM House, Same day
"Kleine Maus?!"
Beca flushed under Kommissar's shocked stare, the old nickname striking up a few more emotions than expected. Silence filled the room as all eyes watched the exchange between the two women, amusement twinkling within their eyes. As the seconds clocked by, Beca and Kommissar continued to stare at one another, the former slowly shifting her eyes away from the striking hazel irises, her blush only intensifying as she did. Snapping out of her daze, Kommissar let out a strained cough.
"Ah, I mean, Beca? What, um, what are you doing here?"
Pieter stifled a chuckle at Kommissar's attempted recovery, earning himself a harsh glare from his childhood friend.
"Um dich kümmere ich mich gleich, Pieter."
[I'll deal with you in just a moment, Pieter.]
Pieter simply nodded his head in response to Kommissar, the leader still glaring at him as she diverted her attention back to Beca. Beca, who remained still during the brief exchange, shook her head as she remembered the question asked of her.
"Huh? Oh, ah sorry, you just looked really sexy right there…I mean, hot-No! I mean, you looked fine! Oh god…"
Kommissar felt a familiar twitch on the side of her lips, warmth spreading through her as Beca flattened her hair in embarrassment.
"Thank you, Tiny Mouse, but I simply wish to know why you are here?"
Beca looked up at Kommissar with doe eyes, unsure if she'd be able to answer Kommissar with a straight response. Frowning, Beca let out a small groan before quickly turning on her heel, fleeing the kitchen without another word. As the resounding slam of the master suite echoed into the kitchen, the members, Pieter included, broke the silence with small celebratory high fives and small talk.
Slightly disappointed in Beca's reaction, Kommissar quickly switched to an angry look as the members chatted amongst each other with enjoyment.
"Was zur Hölle ist hier los?!"
[What the hell is going on here?!]
The venom dripping from Kommissar's voice caught everyone's attention, pausing all conversations as a shiver ran down each of their backs. Several members remained silent as they turned their gazes away, many frightened while others became overcome with guilt. Looking at his members, Pieter mentioned them away to the living room as he approached Kommissar, his hands up in surrender as he approached.
"Es ist nicht ihre Schuld, Kommissar. Sie haben nur meine Anweisungen befolgt. Es war meine Idee dich um Dunkeln zu lassen."
[Don't blame them, Kommissar. They were simply following my instructions. It was my idea to keep you in the dark.]
Pieter flinched back as Kommissar snapped her attention to him, her glare ever present.
"Möchtest du mir vielleicht erklären warum du dich dafür entschieden hast?"
[Care to explain why you decided to do this, Pieter?]
Pieter lowered his hands with a shrug.
"Als du außer Landes warst haben sie mir die Liste mit den Produzenten geschickt die mit uns an dem Album arbeiten sollen. Sie haben mich außerdem darüber informiert, dass der amerikanische Produzent immer noch nicht akzeptiert hat, deswegen haben wir auf Bestätigung gewartet. Vor zwei Wochen hat unserer Manager mir den Namen des amerikanischen Produzenten genannt und nun stell dir mal vor wie überrascht ich war, als ich den Namen unserer Tiny Sprite sah. Ich wollte dich eigentlich über ihre Beteiligung informieren, Abschlussthese, aber wegen dem Album, und der plötzlichen Erkrankung deines Vaters hab ich gedacht es wäre eine nette-"
[With you out of country, they sent me the list of producers who would be working with us on the album. They also informed me that the American producer had yet to accept the position, so we were still waiting for confirmation. Two weeks ago, our manager sent me the name of our American producer and think of my surprise when I learned it was going to be the Tiny Sprite. I did think that I should inform you of her involvement, but with your final defense, this album, and your father falling ill, I thought it would've been a nice-]
"Was, Pieter? Überraschung? Ich bin nämlich verdammt nochmal überrascht," growled Kommissar, "Hättest du mir nicht Bescheid sagen können? Oder wenigstens der kleinen Maus? Hast du gesehen wie sie reagiert hat?"
[What, Pieter? Surprise? Cause I'm sure as hell surprised," growled Kommissar, "You couldn't have given me a heads up? Or at the least give Tiny Mouse a heads up? Did you see how she reacted?]
Despite the joy Pieter had watching Kommissar's reaction to Beca's presence, he at least had the decency to feel a little guilty about Beca's reaction. On that thought, Pieter's smirk faltered into a slight frown.
"Ja, zugegeben, ich hätte sie über deine Ankunft informieren sollen. Ich habe mit solch einer Reaktion von ihr nicht gerechnet."
[Ja, I will admit, I probably should've informed her of your arrival. I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction from her.]
Kommissar grumbled as she glared at Pieter. Huffing, Kommissar turned to the living room, grabbing her bag she had dropped to the floor.
"Bring meine Sachen nach oben, du Volltrottel. Entschuldige dich bei Beca und warte bis die erste Hälfte von uns zum Studio aufbricht. Dann kann sie bei dir mitfahren."
[Take my things up stairs, you imbecile. Apologize to Beca and wait for the first half of us to leave for the studio. Then she can ride with you to the studio.]
Pieter looked at Kommissar in surprise, the latter scoffing as she pulled out her own phone.
"Sie haben mir heute morgen den Terminplan geschickt, in Vorbereitung zu meiner Ankunft. Tu nicht allzu überrascht, Pieter."
[They sent me the schedule this morning in preparation for my arrival. Don't act too surprised, Pieter.]
Pieter nodded as he gathered Kommissar's two suitcases from the living room, the ready members standing up as Kommissar sent them to the van waiting outside. Heading to the stairs, Pieter looked back at Kommissar with apologetic eyes.
"Kommissar, ich wollte dich nicht verärgern. Ich wollte nur-"
[Kommissar, I didn't mean to upset you. I just-]
"Ich weiss, Pieter," answered Kommissar, her eyes gentler now, "ich kann deine Intentionen nachvollziehen und ich muss gestehen, es ist eine...angenehme Überraschung."
[I know, Pieter," answered Kommissar, her eyes gentler now, " I understand your intentions and I'll admit, this is a…pleasant surprise.]
Pieter and Kommissar shared a small smile of understanding as they parted ways.
Beca splashed another handful of water onto her face for the fifth time, her cheeks still burning as she recalled Kommissar's intense stare. Beca groaned as she leaned over the sink, hiding behind her hands.
Can you act any more like a dork, Mitchell? Seriously? Admitting that you thought she was hot? Right in front of her face? Why not just admit to her that her angry face turned you on? God, what am I thinking?!
Frustrated, Beca lifted her head before pacing around the bathroom in an attempt to calm herself.
You knew you'd run into her sooner or later, Beca. A little heads up would've been nice, but come on! You got this! Two years is a lifetime. You have an awesome career, this amazing opportunity, and a chance to-
"Beca?"
Beca's eyes snapped to the opening that led to the bedroom, Pieter's voice coming through the main door.
"Just a moment!"
Beca quickly checked herself over, sighing as she noticed the tinge of pink on her cheeks, before heading to the door. Taking a deep breath, Beca opened the door and looked up to the DSM co-leader before her. Pieter gestured at the two suitcases on either side of him.
"Mind if I put her stuff in?"
Beca looked down at the suitcases he had, a small blush blooming on her face as she suddenly remembered she's the only one without a roommate. Meaning Kommissar would be rooming with her.
Oh dear God…
"Ah it's not for sure, Beca," started Pieter, the tall German squeezing his way into the bedroom. Beca curiously watched him as he placed the suitcases to the side, waiting for him to continue. After situating the cases by the door, Pieter looked back at Beca's apprehensive look.
"What I mean is that the rooming isn't for sure. I should have probably told you that Kommissar would be living with us. I know you two have a…tense history and I didn't take that into account. I'm sure one of the other members would gladly switch with you or Kommissar in regards to rooming. Or one of us can sleep on the couch and you can keep the master suite to yourself."
Pieter took a breath, ready to continue with a meek voice came from the door.
"Ah, sorry."
Pieter and Beca looked to the door, spotting David, one of the tenors in the group, standing there with a phone in his hand.
"Didn't realize you were talking, but Kommissar and the others are waiting for us; they just called."
Beca glanced at her watch, shocked to see that there was only about 40 minutes before the studio tour.
"Oh wow, thanks for the heads up. Pieter? Let's go? We can finish this in the car or later?"
With a nod in response, Pieter quickly followed David out as Beca grabbed her purse before turning on her heel.
Beca gazed out of the car window at the passing scenery, silence cloaking the occupants as they drove to the studio. Pieter curiously eyed Beca, wondering what was going through the Bella's mind. Since they left the house, Beca has kept her mouth shut, worrying the members around her. Beca sighed as she adjusted in her seat, turning towards the members who quickly diverted their eyes. Noticing their behavior, Beca let out a small smile before turning her attention to Pieter.
"You know, I find this kind of interesting," started Beca, startling Pieter out of his daze.
"Hm?"
Beca chuckled, "This. I'm so used to you all being so…confident or something; not quiet or awkward."
Pieter relaxed at Beca's eased tone, a small smile gracing his own lips.
"We may be confident in our performances, interviews, and even our confrontations, but we are still human. We…I'm…just afraid that my little surprise to Kommissar may have offended you in some way. I only wished to surprise her and never meant to-"
Beca gently placed her hand on top of Pieter's, effectively stopping his ranting.
"Hey, it's alright. I'll admit, a bit of a heads up would've been nice, but I'm not upset. Embarrassed beyond belief, but not upset."
Pieter smiled back at Beca in kind as she leaned back.
"And as for the rooming? I'm sure we can figure something out. I wouldn't want one of you to sleep on the couch just for my benefit. Like you said before, I've lived with the Bellas for years; roommates are nothing new to me."
Pieter simply nodded as they pulled into the studio parking lot, everyone filing out as the car was turned off. Pieter helped Beca out of the car, holding her by the arm as he leaned down to her ear.
"Thank you for your consideration, Beca, but I'm quite aware of your last encounter with Kommissar. Benefits of being a childhood friend. Don't worry too much though, we'll figure it out, ja?"
Pieter stood up with a smirk, finding Beca's wide eyed look quite amusing. Cocking his head, Pieter gestured to the glass doors.
"After you," he said as Beca stiffly walked to the door, a familiar blonde standing by the present members, "better not keep Kommissar waiting."
Beca tried to calm her heart as she entered the studio, her eyes catching the hazel eyes of the blonde leader.
Like a damn caught by a cat…
Hey! So what did you guys think? Crappy? Alright? Ready for the next chapter?
I want to thank Siler-Eyed-Rukia again for the translation and for all the help. I also want to apologize to everyone who may feel like the story is going a bit slow, but like I mentioned in my above note, when I'm typing, I want you guys to see the story. Certain things can be filled in with our minds, but I want the dialogue, the interactions, the locations to all be as real as you guys can visulize it; like a movie. =]
As always, please review, they are my life and they keep me going (even if you have reviewed before, please do so again if you have any suggestions). And to open the floor to my readers, we all know that Kommissar can speak 8 languages. With German and English filling two spots, that leaves 6 languages open. I have a scene, several actually, that I have toyed with where Kommissar uses her other languages, impressing Beca. Please add in your reviews what languages you think Kommissar should be able to speak (these are fluently, we aren't including the various other languages she could be learning in).
Thanks for all the dedication and follows! Please stand by for the next chapter!
