AN:

Warning: some crude language is used.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Ahhh no can do my little fairy…" the beautiful giant smirks evilly. "I'm afraid you're too late. Your precious redhead already has a full room".

The world freezes. Everything goes as quiet as a mouse. The only thing Beca can hear is her heart hammering away in her chest; beating against her rib cage wanting to be free. As everything around her slowly starts to move again the brunette searches the room for any sign of a restroom. She begins to taste the omelet she had this morning for breakfast. Breakfast she shared with Chloe.

Chloe.

Fuck.

She doesn't remember leaving Baker Hall and she definitely doesn't remember running and yet in no time, she finds herself pushing open the heavy, double doors of the Reeves Mansion. Sweat dripping from her forehead as she races up the staircase taking two stairs at a time. She trips over the top stair as fatigue finally begins to show.

I really need to add cardio to my daily routine.

The petite Dj stops at the top of the staircase and looks left and right. She has no idea where to go or if she's even right about the room being one at Chloe's house. She notices the bookcase the two hid behind at the party where Beca officially met the person who turned her whole life around. It feels like her heart fell into her stomach and split into two.

Then she hears it. It's soft and muddled but she'd know that voice anywhere. She whips her head around and runs to the left as fast as she can force her legs to move. The corridor is lined with shut doors which does nothing for the brunette's growing frustration.

"Please, can't we talk?"

Chloe.

"Get… Get off me!"

Beca yanks open a door on the right of her ready to let all hell break loose but the room is empty.

"Stay still you little slut!"

If Beca felt sick before then it has nothing on what she's feeling now. She knows that voice. She pulls on the silver door handle of the next door and it met with a sight she never wanted to see.

Bumper Allen in his underwear on top of a squirming Chloe Beale. The redhead's arms are stretched out straight forcing distance between the two as Bumper weight is forced onto her hands. Eventually, the redhead's arms give way, and Bumper moves to kiss her. Beca sees red.

The petite brunette Dj strides angrily over to the two, fists clenched as she brings her right elbow up and forces it down colliding her fist with the side of Bumper's face. Mitchell's famous right hook takes him by surprise and knocks him off balance, sending him flying to the floor. Beca is on top of him in an instant continuing her punches. At some point, she registers a cracking noise but that doesn't stop her. She brings her elbow up once more but is met with a soft hand catching it from behind. The Dj's head snaps around, eyebrows burrowed angrily but soon softens when she registers the pleading ocean blue eyes in front of her. She sees Chloe's lips moving but doesn't hear anything. She closes her eyes.

"Bec" It's frightened. It's pleading. It's desperate. The hand cupped around the brunette's elbow pulls and Beca allows herself to follow the movement until she's standing. It's then she realizes Chloe's crying. The Dj's breathing accelerates like she hasn't breathed since she got the news that Chloe's room was full. It's like her lungs are trying to catch up on the last thirty minutes of breathing but it's too much. She's breathing too quickly. She looks down at her chest and is amazed at how fast it's expanding and deflating. She can't stop. She begins to panic but that just makes it worse. The room goes quiet again, she can't even hear herself breathing. She registers some movement in her peripheral vision and not long after feels her chin be lifted.

She locks eyes with her favorite shade of blue, albeit watery but still as stunning as ever. The redhead's lips are moving but again she can't hear any sound. The redhead cups her face and rests her forehead against Beca's sweaty one.

Beca doesn't know how long they stand there like that but she feels her breathing start to normalize.

"It's ok. You're ok. I'm ok" it's repeated over and over again. Just like the thumb rubbing against her cheek.

The younger girl pulls away with wide eyes as she reaches out for Chloe's shoulders. She looks over the beautiful redhead's figure hoping she doesn't see any blood or something worse.

"I'm ok Bec, he didn't get far… thankfully. I'm ok. I promise" The older woman reaches for the Dj's that are perched upon her shoulders.

Beca turns her palm from the redhead's shoulder to rest against her soft cheek and leans forward to rest her forehead against Chloe's one more time.

"You're ok?" The emotion in her voice shatters Chloe's heart.

"I'm ok, sweetie" they both close their eyes. Neither knows who closed the distance but in no time at all soft lips meet each other in a tentative kiss.

"What the fuck?" An angry voice comes from behind them. Beca spins around straight away and stands in front of Chloe.

Bumper standing with blood dripping from his nose, his left eye already bruising.

"Titanium? What the fuck?"

Beca steps forward and into the taller man's face.

"You're asking me what the fuck? You're the one who was forcing himself on Chloe!"

Bumper doesn't back down though. He steps up even closer to the Dj and looks down on her with a scalding look. Beca's sure it's supposed to be intimidating but she has to force herself not to laugh at how ridiculous he looks.

"Force myself? I shouldn't have to force anything! I'm a Treble! You put in a number, you go to a room with a hot Bella and fuck her. No questions asked that's just what happens. And yet this slut is delusional enough to try and turn me down. Do you not know who I am?" The man spits angrily at Chloe. Beca's right hook impacts his face one more time.

"Don't you ever fucking talk about Chloe like that ever again"

Allen laughs bitterly.

"She's your first Bella, isn't it? Do you think she's special? Are you in love with her or something?" The man huffs. "She's the sheriff's wife! You're nothing to her. You will never be anything to her. She probably just wants her 15 minutes of fame. Fucking the most popular Dj in America would do that to anyone's ego"

Beca begins to march forward but is met with a hand catching her elbow once more.

"He's not worth it" the redhead pleads.

Bumper scoffs.

"I'm not worth it? Honey, I'm one of the most successful people in America. I'm a man. I can do whatever the fuck I want and whoever the fuck I want. You? You're just some prostitute that has never accomplished anything more than making a man cum. That's all you'll ever be. And you want to know why? Cause you're just a woman. Your whole species is hopeless and you'd all be long forgotten if it weren't for the fact that you're a necessity to making more men in this world. You're all nothing but dirty whores. Take Titanium and me; look how successful we are. It's because we are men and we are superior"

"You know it's funny you say that Bumper…"

"Don't Ti!"

"I have to Chloe!"

The Dj reaches up and removes her wig allowing her long, brunette waves to fall and shape her face. Next, she reaches up and rips off her beard, she doesn't even care how much that hurt. All she cares about is the look on Allen's face and it's priceless.

"Wh…" Bumper starts but can't find any words. Beca's pretty certain she sees some dribble about to leave his open mouth and laughs bitterly.

"What's the matter, Allen? Cat got your tongue?" She chuckles. "Are you shocked that the most successful artist to come out of your label… or any label really… is a woman? Or are you shocked about the fact that a woman just beat the living shit out of you?"

The petite Dj's fist collides with Allen's face for the umpteenth time and knocks him out.

"A hopeless woman just knocked you out, Bitch!"

"Beca, what did you just do?"

The brunette spins to see Chloe cautiously approach.

"I… I don't know Chloe. All I know is that it needs to stop, all of it. The Bellas, The fucking Trebles and all their chauvinistic ways. I need to come clean Chlo. The world needs to know and it needs to change"

"Bec, I'm scared. What happens to you if it doesn't change anything?"

"Runaway with me?"

"What?"

"I can handle losing the fame, I can handle the inevitable punishment or the shunning. I can handle all of that but I can't handle losing you Chlo"

The brunette's hands find the redhead's. Chloe's eyes show sympathy as they stare at the bloody cuts on the Djs's knuckles.

"Bec"

"If it doesn't work, run away with me? Away from Barden, Tom, everything. We can hide and live our lives the way we want to. I've got more than enough money to last for our lifetime. We can get a house with lots of land, some dogs and then later on some kids. We can grow old and watch our kids have kids. I know I'm thinking way down the track and I know this is messy because that we haven't known each other for long but please Chlo. Take a chance. Runaway with me?"

"Bec" tears crash over the rims of ocean blue eyes and the Dj's heart shatters for the millionth time today. She shakily inhales and pulls back from the redhead and makes her way to the door. Her bloodied hands reach for the door handle and she briefly feels the cold metal against her skin when she is being swung around and pushed against the nearest wall. Before the brunette's head can catch up with her she feels soft lips slide against her own. The needy kiss lasts only a few seconds before the redhead pulls back only slightly and rests her forehead against Becas.

"You didn't let me finish Bec" she chuckles. " I want that. I want all of that" the angelic voice breaks as more tears fall before lips are crashed against each other once again.

40 YEARS LATER

"Grandma Chloe?" A little brunette girl with wavy curls cautiously approaches the grey-haired woman with eyes still as blue as the ocean.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"Can I asked you a question?" Stormy blue eyes plead with her own and it reminds her so much of her wife's. Chloe sighs as she looks down at her gold wedding band on her left as she twirls it around her finger gently. She notices how freely it moves now compared to just last year.

"Grandma?"

The older woman snaps out of her thoughts and looks back at her 10-year-old granddaughter.

"Sorry, sweetie! Yes, of course, you can always ask me anything" Chloe's wrinkled hand signals for her granddaughter to come closer. Once she's close enough the gray-haired woman reaches out and lifts her up shakily and places her on her lap.

"What did you want to ask?"

"Are you sure I'm allowed? Mummy said not to ask you questions cause you'll get upset…" the young brunette trailed off sheepishly.

"Oh.." Chloe sighs heavily. "Is this about your Grandma Beca?" She asks with a sad smile.

"Yeah… I'm sorry Grandma, I won't ask my question. I don't like seeing you doing anything but smiling"

"That's very sweet of you honey but I'll be okay. I like it when you ask questions about Grandma Beca, I enjoy talking about our days together" the older woman smiles sadly. "What's your question?"

"Well, at school we're learning about a lady named Beca Mitchell and… well… it's just my last name is Mitchell… and Grandma's name was Beca… Grandma Chloe is Grandma Beca and Beca Mitchell the same person?"

Ocean blue eyes start to tear up.

"Yes sweetie, Grandma Beca was the lady you're learning about at school"

"What?! But Beca Mitchell seems so badass! Was Grandma Beca a badass?" The ten-year old's eyes were full of astonishment.

Chloe chucked.

"Your Grandma Beca would love the fact that you think she's a badass. I've lost count of all the times she had called herself that over the years"

"But Grandma! Did our Grandma Beca really do all those things? Was it really that bad back before I was born? Were women really not allowed to do anything? Did Grandma Beca actually pretend to be a boy just to be a musician?" The ten-year-old's eyes got even bigger.

"Oh my god! Grandma Beca was a musician! That is so cool!"

"Slow down honey" the only slightly redhead but mostly gray-haired woman chuckled.

"How did she do it, Grandma? How did she change it all? That would've been so scary! What made her do it?"

Chloe sighed fondly.

"She did it because she was sticking up for me" the older woman focused on the brunette's hair and watched as her aging hands played with the wavy curls.

"You see, I was a part of a group of women called the Bellas and we had to… interact… with a group of men called the Trebles and men like them were what was wrong with society. Your Grandma Beca was asked to be apart of the Trebles when she was pretending to be a man and that's when we started to date because she wasn't like the rest of them. I worked out that Dj Titanium was in-fact your Grandma Beca and we became a lot closer. But then one day she witnessed how the Trebles treated us Bellas and she got so mad that she punched a Treble…"

The younger Mitchell gasped. "Grandma really was a badass!"

"She certainly was" Chloe smiled fondly at the brunette then continued her story.

"Grandma Beca got so mad that she ended up revealing to this Treble, who was also kind of her boss, that she was Beca. That's when she knew she had to tell the rest of the world. She knew it had to change for the better. So Grandma Beca booked herself on a talk show and she went onto the show as Titanium and came out of it as Beca Mitchell. We were both so worried about what sort of reaction it would cause. You see honey, Dj Titanium was the most successful Dj in history, and for him to actually be a woman, at a time where women were thought of as the scum of the earth, was a big deal. We didn't know if Grandma would be taken away somewhere, put in jail or even worse someone hurt her"

A small gasp comes from the brunette on the older woman's lap as she snuggles further into her grandmother's side, hiding her face.

"That sounds so scary Grandma!" Comes a small muffled voice.

"It was the scariest day of my life. We left the set of the talk show as soon as Beca walked off stage. We got into the car and drove as fast as we could and as far as we could. Your Grandma Beca wasn't the best of drivers on a good day but that day she was even worse" the older Mitchell laughs.

"So what happened, Grandma?"

"When people saw the interview on TV it gave them the strength to want to fight for change. And I'm not just talking about women either, there were a lot of good men out there too that helped. You know your Great Uncle Theo?"

Chloe feels her granddaughter nod her head that's still burrowed into her.

"He was one of them. There were more women and male supporters than there were assholes…"

A little muffled giggle reaches the gray-haired woman's ears.

"And everyone worked together to overpower the… assholes… Once your Grandma and I figured out that her interview worked we went back to Barden and helped fight the cause. It took a good year to achieve equality and it was very hard but we got there eventually. Then your Grandma Beca became very famous as the woman that changed society and her music skyrocketed. But your Grandma was never a fan of being famous and an artist. She just liked to make music so we decided to get away from the spotlight and just live our lives like we always wanted to do. So we moved out here and had your mummy and Uncle JJ and the rest is history"

There was a moment of comfortable silence as both Mitchell women got lost in their thoughts.

"Wow. Grandma Beca was very brave"

"She was the bravest, most badass woman I have ever met. And do you want to know a secret?"

"Yeah!"

"You remind me so much of her"

The petite brunette pulls back and stormy eyes met ocean blue. Both flooded with tears.

"Really?" The younger women whispers.

"Really" Chloe whispers back as she bops her granddaughter on the nose with a sad smile.

"I miss Grandma Beca"

"Me too sweetie, me too" the older woman's voice breaks as she reaches out and places her hand on her granddaughter's chest.

"She'll always live on in here. As will I when I eventually join my Beca"

The smaller Mitchell leans in and hugs her Grandmother as tight as she can.

"Thank you for answering my question, Grandma. I better go inside now just in case Mummy comes out and sees that I made you cry about Grandma Beca again. Love you"

Chloe chuckles at her granddaughter's antics as she rests her head back against the rocking chair sat on her patio. She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes as the last tear falls from them.

She's tired. Each day she lives without her Beca becomes more and more excruciating. It's only been a year and yet it feels like a lifetime. She has no energy left so she just lies there in her rocking chair that sits next to Beca's empty one.

Her breathing becomes less and less frequent. She tried to hang on for her family but her fight against her broken heart is coming to an end and she's got no energy left to hang on. With one last shaky exhale she surrenders.

All Chloe can see is the red of her eyelids until she's met with a sight that she has imaging seeing for the past 365 days. A badass brunette with ear monstrosities and a smirk that has her melting.

"Welcome home my love"

THE END

AN:

Thank you so much to everyone who has stuck it out till the end! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did. Thank you to everyone who liked, followed, and reviewed, I really appreciate it! I've already got another idea for a story so fingers crossed it won't be too long until you hear from me again :)

Thanks, Les x