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

To my dear readers, I cannot express the emotions I have for your loyalty. I can offer you nothing but an apology for my absence and negligence. I lost inspiration for this story after struggling to make this moment; I circled in paragraphs trying to make the moment believable, and before I knew it, this story was stuck. But I would like to give the ship, Posie from Legacies (and the YouTube video I watched of it) a shoutout, for dragging me out of my block and for giving me the boost I needed to both restart this story and create a new one.

As such, I plea for your patience as I will be trying to maintain this story and my Posie story on top of work, class, and life. And I thank you for your dedication to my works.

Thank you again and on with the story!


Cologne, Germany: DSM house – 5:48 p.m.

Members rushed as they weaved throughout the kitchen, some adding the finishing touches to the various dishes before them while others moved the completed ones to the dining table in the next room. Pieter balanced two plates as he made his way to table, adjusting the other dishes as he added more to the table, pausing to look at the meal before taking glance into the living room. A knowing smile spread across his face as he looked at the young woman huddled on the far left side of the sectional, her eyes sneaking glances at the other woman on the other end. Chuckling, Pieter shook his head as he returned to the tasks at end.

Beca looked up from the documents she was skimming for the umpteenth time in the last thirty minutes, her chocolate eyes following the blonde at the other end of the sofa. The co-leader of DSM was going over some details of the upcoming schedule with some of the members, Beca only picking up on a few of the German words passed between them. Sighing, Beca tried to focus on the documents again, her mind returning to her internal dilemma.

How am I supposed to talk to her about this…


Three hours earlier…

Beca cracked her neck as she emerged from the master bathroom, working on getting the various pieces of jewelry off her as she approached the vanity. Letting out a breath, Beca looked at herself as she removed the rest of her accessories, placing them in their box as she thought back to past couple hours. Lunch was surprisingly uneventful, in Beca's opinion; aside from the usual banters between the members, everyone enjoyed the café they decided to dine at. Beca struggled a bit with the menu, feeling a little out of place, but ever the gentlewoman, Kommissar chimed in when she noticed the other woman was struggling.

Beca plopped back onto the bed as she focused on the interactions between her and Kommissar during lunch, a slight smile tugging her lips as she recalled those moments. Kommissar was sweeter than Beca could've guessed; she translated everything on the menu Beca asked about, Pieter chipping in when she struggled to come up with a better description. She also gave some suggestions on what might fit Beca's palate, offering to order for her if needed. Then, whenever a joke or story was exchanged, Kommissar would provide her own commentary, ensuring that Beca wasn't completely lost or left out of the conversation. Eventually, the other members picked up on Kommissar's actions, switching to English with ease, including Beca on their talks, the two sides now bridged.

It amazed Beca at how effortlessly Kommissar could lead her members, intentionally or not. A few actions here and there and instantly the members would follow their co-leader's example, despite them not needing to; even during the meeting, the members silently split apart after making eye contact with the woman, as if telepathically telling them.

Even when she orders food, or just speaks; everything seems so…easy for her. Meanwhile, I'm over here-

A knock on the door startled Beca out of her thoughts, the girl jolting up in surprise. Calming her pounding heart, Beca called out.

"Come in!"

Beca watched as the door slowly opened, her breath hitching as she caught sight of a familiar head of blonde hair peak in, a soft smile gracing the older woman's face as she made eye contact.

"Sorry to disturb, Beca," said Kommissar, entering the room, "I didn't know you were resting."

Beca slightly scrambled on the bed as she felt a sudden wave of embarrassment come over her, her face flushing as Kommissar watched her, amusement shining in her eyes.

"I was…I was just laying down…I'm not-I'm not that tired…"

Kommissar chuckled as she moved further into the room.

"Relax, Beca, we know it takes a while to get over time differences; it's alright if you're tired. I just wanted to grab my luggage before I forgot..."

Beca sat there, a blank expression on her face, as if she couldn't comprehend what Kommissar just said.

"Your luggage?" questioned Beca. Kommissar raised an eyebrow before pointing to the suitcases next to the bathroom door, Beca blinking a couple of times.

When did those-oh…right before we left this morning…Pieter brought those in…wait if she's-

"I spoke with Sarah and Aran," Kommissar said, as she moved towards her luggage, "They've agreed to let me room with them. That way you'll be able to keep the master bedroom for yourself; we did promise you this space."

Beca opened her mouth to say something, faltering as she tried to find the right words.

Sharing a room with Aran and Sarah? That room's already tight as it is. And to add another person to the shared bathroom? That would bring it up to 5 people for a single bathroom! No, that can't be-

"Beca?"

Beca looked up to Kommissar, noticing that the older woman had wheeled her luggage to the door, her eyes looking at Beca with concern.

"You okay?"

Beca tried to speak, but ended up nodding instead, her heart melting as the concern in Kommissar's eyes melted away.

"Alright. Well, why don't you take a rest? Pieter and the others should be returning from the market in a bit. I know we had a late lunch, but dinner should be ready around 6 or so. If you're up to it, you can join us if you'd like; it'll probably be the last day we'll be so relaxed."

Beca smiled as Kommissar let out a chuckle. Shaking her head, Kommissar nodded to Beca.

"I'll see you later, Beca."

Beca couldn't even get a response out before Kommissar left, leaving Beca feeling strangely empty.


Present Time…

Beca remembered falling back onto the bed, thinking about the arrangements Kommissar just made, her heart torn as she thought about situation. On one hand, she got to keep the master bedroom to herself, her own private getaway if she needed it. On the other hand, if she kept the room, she'd be subjugating not only Kommissar, but Aran and Sarah to a difficult sleeping arrangement. With how condensed these next few months were going to be, everyone needed to be at their best, and the three of them sharing the same room probably wouldn't help that.

Beca weighed all the pros and cons of various situations, considering what would be best for team as a whole, almost always coming back to the same conclusion. Pushing aside her personal reasons, Beca knew that sharing her room with Kommissar would probably be the most beneficial since the co-leader would most likely be the most thinly stretched member. Not only did Kommissar need to practice and record with her team, but she is also one half of the team's face, often appearing in interviews with and without Pieter. Beca glanced down at the very documents that recorded all of Kommissar's expected appearances, nearly doubled in comparison to the number of appearances the other members would be making on their own.

Being multilingual probably doesn't help…and she's one of the lead decision makers meaning she'll be at all of my meetings, the designer meetings, the concept meetings, and- the list just seems endless.

Glancing back at the older woman, Beca pursed her lips as the woman smiled at her members, agreeing with them on whatever they were discussing. Beca frowned as she looked closely at Kommissar's expression, unable to ignore the slight fatigue in her form as she continued on.

And she tells me I need rest?

With a sounding resolve, Beca stood up from the couch, eyes falling on her as she approached Kommissar, everyone watching her with curious expression. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, Beca nervously spoke up.

"Can I have a word, Kom-Kommissar?"

Kommissar raised her eyebrows in surprise, obviously not expecting that. Looking at the others, who all just arched their eyes in the same amount of shock, Kommissar looked back at Beca, the younger woman obviously tense as she waited for her response.

"Sure," Kommissar answered, standing up from her spot, "Let's go outside."

Beca nodded in agreement, simply following Kommissar as they headed to the porch out front, Kommissar hissing at the members who stared the couple down as they went out, no doubt telling them to back off. Beca looked out into the night sky as Kommissar closed the door behind them, shrugging her shoulders as she allowed the cool evening air wash over her.

"What did you want to talk about, Beca?"

Beca suppressed a flinch as Kommissar said her name, still not entirely used to hearing the woman call her by her name, not that she'd admit preferring the nicknames.

"I-I wanted to talk about the rooming arrangements."

Kommissar leaned against one of the banisters, eyeing Beca.

"What about them?"

Beca shuddered out a breath as she tried to compose herself.

You just have to make it through this conversation, Mitchell. This is for the best, get it out.

"I-I don't…I don't think you should room-room with Sarah and Aran."

Kommissar arched an eyebrow, amused as Beca continued to stare out into the darkness, refusing to look at the other woman.

"Oh? And why would you say that?"

"B-Because," stuttered Beca, "That room is already super small as it is with just Sarah and Aran. A-And if you stay with them, where would you sleep? It's only a queen size bed and there's no room in there for an air mattress. And-and the bathroom? That'll bring up the number of people sharing one bathroom! That can't be-"

"Maus."

Beca spun at the nickname, caught off guard by the term, her heart pounding against her will as she took in Kommissar's laid-back attitude, complete with a soft smile.

"Thank you for the concern, but it's quite alright; we've gone through some brutal trainings together as a team. Sharing a small space and one bathroom is nothing new to us; we struggled once upon a time, too."

Beca frowned.

"But this is different; it's the fifth anniversary for your group since going professional. You have fans all over the world who are looking forward to this album. You aren't struggling musicians anymore. You shouldn't have to sacrifice comfort just because of me…"

Kommissar walked towards Beca, the younger of the two watching as she came to stand by her, looking up to the sky, the roles reversed.

"It's…more than that, you know…"

Beca broke her gaze from Kommissar's profile, knowing exactly what she meant.

"I-we," said Kommissar, gesturing to the door, "don't want to put you in an…uncomfortable situation. Not only are you living in a house with members you barely know, but with…well me."

Kommissar allowed the silence to cover them, the two understanding the unspoken words between them. Beca knew that Kommissar would probably mention their past, knew that it would probably prevent her from reconsidering, but Beca couldn't shake the feeling that she had to do something.

"I'm sure your boyfriend is already upset that you're living in the same building as I…"

Beca fluttered her eyes as she tried to comprehend what Kommissar just said.

My boyfrien-oh…right…she doesn't know…

Beca turned her head towards Kommissar, the older woman offering her a small smile, the gesture causing Beca to flash back to that day so long ago. That day when Kommissar gave her that same look, with that same tone.

No, thought Beca, don't dwell on that. This is now, this is…it can be a fresh start…

Nodding to herself, Beca stood up straighter, turning her body towards Kommissar, the action forcing the older woman to turn in attention as well.

"Thank you for your concern, Kommissar, but on a professional level, I can't accept that."

Kommissar gave an incredulous look to Beca, her gaze causing Beca to falter slightly.

"Look, I'm trying to be serious, Kommissar. Pieter mentioned, when we agreed to this arrangement, that I'm no stranger to having roommates; hell, I slept in a tent with of us stuffed in there.

Beca ran her hand through her hair.

"I just think it'd be more beneficial for everyone if they could sleep comfortably; be able to have space to lay out. These next few months are going to be jam packed with events, practice, recordings, and interviews; having a nice bed to sleep on would do good for everyone. Besides, it's a king size bed, it's not like you'd take that much space."

Kommissar chuckled.

"So it's me you wish to room with, Beca? Not Aran or Sarah?"

Beca's eyes widened.

"Oh! I-I didn't mean…I mean…I could, with Sarah or Aran that is. It's just-I just know you and…"

Beca stopped as she noticed Kommissar's shoulders shake.

"That wasn't funny…"

Kommissar waved her hand in apology.

"My apologies; you just make it so easy to tease you, Maus," said Kommissar, her eyes widening as she caught her slip. "Anyways," she coughed, "even on a professional level, I'm sure your Jessie boy would throw a fit if he knew."

Beca, for the first time in Kommissar's presence, allowed a smirk to grace her lips as she started to head back to the front door. Kommissar watched in confusion as Beca walked away, seemingly leaving their conversation incomplete.

"Beca?"

Beca paused as she gripped the handle, turning her eyes back to Kommissar, mischief swirling in those chocolate orbs as they locked with the sky blue ones across from her.

"I think we agree," started Beca, not breaking eye contact as she spoke, surprised as she realized she hadn't spout out some compliment yet, "professionally, that a good night's rest will be needed with how hectic this schedule is. As such, I still believe we should share a room; keeping in mind that this is only for professional reasons."

Kommissar made the motion to interrupt, but Beca kept going even as she started to pull the door open.

"On a personal note, Jessie won't mind," Beca said, the smirk only growing as Kommissar still looked on in confusion. "He and I are just friends. Nothing more."

Kommissar stepped forward as Beca inched her way inside the house.

"You mean you're-"

"Single?" Questioned Beca, sarcasm dripping from her tone. " Why yes, yes I am."

Kommissar just stared as Beca as she nearly disappeared behind the front door.

"I'll just move your luggage back now, Kommissar. Seeing as there shouldn't be any conflict now. I'll let Pieter know. Don't stay out here too long, goddess."

Beca flushed at her last slip, wondering how she lasted that long before slipping inside, not even waiting to see Kommissar's reaction. As Beca went back upstairs to move Kommissar's luggage back into the master suite, ignoring the questioning stares that followed her, Kommissar stood frozen on the front porch. The co-leader was digesting the words that were exchanged, her mind still reeling from the fact Beca, Maus, had made the decision for the two to room together. On the profession level, of course, but just the idea of sharing a room with Beca stirred up emotions Kommissar had long kept dormant.

Single? Why yes, yes I am…

Kommissar smirked as she finally composed herself, a new challenging feeling washing over her as headed back inside.

Two can play at this game, Klein Maus. Two can play…


A/N: Hello! What you think? When I say that this scene has changed, I really mean this scene has changed, a whole lot. Originally, it was only going to be in the master suite and there would've been a lot more discussion on the past, but I felt that in reality, the two probably would've tried to be ambiguous about it, especially Kommissar. Anyways! I live! And I apologize for the super, SUPER long delay. I said I would complete this, and that's still the plan. Thank you for all the support! Please review! Critic!

P.S. I've realized I've had some continuity errors from previous chapters, so I tried to update those too as I re-read my work. On the continuity note, Pitch Perfect 3 has been out for a while and now I'm working on figuring out how to fit that into this story. Forgive me for any mistakes that may come from all of this…Thank you again for your loyalty and support! Until next time (not years…I don't plan on it taking me years again…)!