p data-p-id="d55ab10dc8a00cdc00974eb0d9867ec6"Chloe bolted awake. "Becs?" She asked. She turned on the light, Beca stared into space, shaking. "You okay Becs?" She questioned. Beca shook her head vigorously, still trembling. Tears ran down her face. Chloe walked over, wiping the tears off Beca's face. "What happened Bec?" She wondered. Beca looked at her, "I remember," She mumbled. "I remember. It was so bad Chlo, so many people," Beca whimpered. Chloe pulled her close, holding Beca as she shook. "Chlo," She mumbled. "It's okay. You're safe now. It's over," Chloe reassured her. Beca snuggled into Chloe's side. As Chloe comforted the small girl she couldn't help but think emthis is how it's supposed to be. /emShe couldn't stop the feeling rushing through out her. Chloe reached over, shutting off the light./p
p data-p-id="9efc314b65237d5d646e1b817372afc6"-/p
p data-p-id="e04e8f8d58f458e7087e20b5a9ddf4a0"Beca shifted around, awakening. She looked down, seeing a pair of arms wrapped around her. "Mhmm," A voice said from behind her. She turned, met with a sleeping Chloe. Beca gazed longingly. All the late nights, early mornings, cuddling sessions. Ruining it by running off to L.A. She missed all those days, the little moments. Could it ever be like that again?/p
p data-p-id="4437abb3b27f9d20c6937f532787dc4a"-br /strongFriday/strong/p
p data-p-id="dfc7641ae10273e596664102034f3806"Beca, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey prepared themselves to go back to the police station. They sat on the couch in Chloe's apartment as Beca walked into the room with a metal box. "You might need these," Beca stated, opening the box. Rows of neatly lined up sunglasses were inside. Concentrating, Beca looked from the glasses to the girls, slowly picking out a suitable pair for each girl. "Is that your serial killer trait?" Stacie laughed. Beca smirked at her. "You'll thank me later." She popped on her own pair and opened the door. "Brace yourselves," She mumbled./p
p data-p-id="5a1f98b407247fc993b2a6f208538b94"Bright lights flashed. "What the-" Aubrey wondered, cut off by the paparazzi. "Are you really Beca Mitchell?" "Look there!" "Is it true?" "How did you survive?!" They bombarded her with questions. "Excuse me guys. I need to go somewhere," Beca calmly replied. They shuffled past the cameras. As they jumped into the car Beca gave them a grin. "Told ya." She drove away, careful not to hit any of the paparazzi./p
p data-p-id="72144d19cdd9ba6e1937e438dde1250c""Miss Mitchell, Mr. Swanson is waiting for you in room two," The receptionist told them. They made their way into the room. Jesse stood, taking a good look at Beca. "Hey Chloe, Stacie, Aubrey," He greeted, somewhat coldly. Benji came from behind Jesse, motioning for the seats. They all sat, shifting in their seats. "So how have you all been?" Benji asked, breaking the awkward silence. "Good. How are you?" Chloe asked politely. "I'm doing well, how are you Beca?" Benji wondered. Jesse shot him a look and Beca just glanced up, not answering. Chloe reached out, grabbing Beca's hand. Beca took a deep breath. "I'm great, you see, I survived a plane crash and my best friend thinks that I am not me. He thinks I'm an imposter. I'm just great," She seethed. "He won't believe me. It hurts. He knows me but he can't see me standing right in front of him! What are you supposed to do when you trust a person who doesn't trust you back," Beca asked sadly, defeated. Jesse scoffed. "What a well thought out plot. You don't get to pretend to be my dead friend! She's dead!" He yelled. "You think I'm lying!" The other four watched, frozen. "What about the memories. Your movications, countless riff offs, the Breakfast Club, a cappella competitions! Does it mean nothing?!" She screamed back. A flicker of hope passed over Jesse's face. emIt couldn't be. /em/p
p data-p-id="4e3a6c0879563124f78cae60637c0ce0"The door opened slightly and an officer holding a box walked in. "Am I interrupting something? We're ready to take DNA samples to compare," He told them. "Just swipe your cheek and spit into this tube please," He instructed Beca. She did it quickly, handing it back to the officer. "Results should come in an hour," He stated, walking out./p
p data-p-id="e6dbd2c2fa556a49126850c913fd516b""How did you know about the movications?" Jesse asked. "You made me sit through thousands of them," Beca explained. Jesse looked lost in thought. "We were making a song. Could you sing it?" He asked, watching closely./p
p data-p-id="e6dbd2c2fa556a49126850c913fd516b"She let the words flow out, a rendition of All Out of Love, her voice longing and desperate./p
p data-p-id="af39f211e8b6036ac88acfbb20f04d66"Jesse was stunned. Only he and Beca knew it. "Who was it for?" He questioned. "Dude! I can't tell you here!" Beca exclaimed, her eyes flickering towards Chloe. "Okay... Last test, who is this?" Jesse grinned, pulling out a ratty, old teddy bear. "Seriously? I told you to stop going through me stuff!" Beca snatched the teddy away, cradling it in her arms. Jesse rushed over, embracing her in a big hug. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," He whispered as Beca wiggled out of his arms. Chloe gave them a smile although it seemed a bit sad./p
p data-p-id="ac9e2090702877812c3c8a4058034be9"-/p
p data-p-id="72edeec9c835abd81e12535bdf6cac22""What's up with you? Oh haven't said anything within the last twenty minutes Red," Beca asked, concerned. "It's nothing," Chloe snapped out of her thoughts. She switched the channel to Grey's Anatomy. They watched in silence. "If you could date anyone on Grey's who would it be?" Beca suddenly asked. "Callie." Chloe replied. "I would date Arizona. She's adorable and so bubbly in the beginning. She's a funny drunk," Beca winked. Beca walked to the kitchen pulling out some wine./p
p data-p-id="4e4ccffcecf448440ade9bdd33f968fd"Chloe giggled non-stop while watching a drunk Arizona and Penny talking. "Calliope. I used to call her Calliope," Arizona said on the TV. When things started to become sad Chloe bawled her eyes out. "Perfect Penny. I should date Penny," Chloe recited. She grinned endearingly at Beca. "Perfect Beca. I should date Beca," She stated. She grabbed Beca's shirt, pulling her in for a kiss./p
p data-p-id="88c2997b8b90a8bdcf60a18d5e8b069e"Five minutes later, Chloe pulled away. Her inner filter was diminished completely. She cuddled into Beca's side. "Was that song for me?"/p
p data-p-id="9efc314b65237d5d646e1b817372afc6"-/p
p data-p-id="e04e8f8d58f458e7087e20b5a9ddf4a0"Beca shifted around, awakening. She looked down, seeing a pair of arms wrapped around her. "Mhmm," A voice said from behind her. She turned, met with a sleeping Chloe. Beca gazed longingly. All the late nights, early mornings, cuddling sessions. Ruining it by running off to L.A. She missed all those days, the little moments. Could it ever be like that again?/p
p data-p-id="4437abb3b27f9d20c6937f532787dc4a"-br /strongFriday/strong/p
p data-p-id="dfc7641ae10273e596664102034f3806"Beca, Chloe, Stacie, and Aubrey prepared themselves to go back to the police station. They sat on the couch in Chloe's apartment as Beca walked into the room with a metal box. "You might need these," Beca stated, opening the box. Rows of neatly lined up sunglasses were inside. Concentrating, Beca looked from the glasses to the girls, slowly picking out a suitable pair for each girl. "Is that your serial killer trait?" Stacie laughed. Beca smirked at her. "You'll thank me later." She popped on her own pair and opened the door. "Brace yourselves," She mumbled./p
p data-p-id="5a1f98b407247fc993b2a6f208538b94"Bright lights flashed. "What the-" Aubrey wondered, cut off by the paparazzi. "Are you really Beca Mitchell?" "Look there!" "Is it true?" "How did you survive?!" They bombarded her with questions. "Excuse me guys. I need to go somewhere," Beca calmly replied. They shuffled past the cameras. As they jumped into the car Beca gave them a grin. "Told ya." She drove away, careful not to hit any of the paparazzi./p
p data-p-id="72144d19cdd9ba6e1937e438dde1250c""Miss Mitchell, Mr. Swanson is waiting for you in room two," The receptionist told them. They made their way into the room. Jesse stood, taking a good look at Beca. "Hey Chloe, Stacie, Aubrey," He greeted, somewhat coldly. Benji came from behind Jesse, motioning for the seats. They all sat, shifting in their seats. "So how have you all been?" Benji asked, breaking the awkward silence. "Good. How are you?" Chloe asked politely. "I'm doing well, how are you Beca?" Benji wondered. Jesse shot him a look and Beca just glanced up, not answering. Chloe reached out, grabbing Beca's hand. Beca took a deep breath. "I'm great, you see, I survived a plane crash and my best friend thinks that I am not me. He thinks I'm an imposter. I'm just great," She seethed. "He won't believe me. It hurts. He knows me but he can't see me standing right in front of him! What are you supposed to do when you trust a person who doesn't trust you back," Beca asked sadly, defeated. Jesse scoffed. "What a well thought out plot. You don't get to pretend to be my dead friend! She's dead!" He yelled. "You think I'm lying!" The other four watched, frozen. "What about the memories. Your movications, countless riff offs, the Breakfast Club, a cappella competitions! Does it mean nothing?!" She screamed back. A flicker of hope passed over Jesse's face. emIt couldn't be. /em/p
p data-p-id="4e3a6c0879563124f78cae60637c0ce0"The door opened slightly and an officer holding a box walked in. "Am I interrupting something? We're ready to take DNA samples to compare," He told them. "Just swipe your cheek and spit into this tube please," He instructed Beca. She did it quickly, handing it back to the officer. "Results should come in an hour," He stated, walking out./p
p data-p-id="e6dbd2c2fa556a49126850c913fd516b""How did you know about the movications?" Jesse asked. "You made me sit through thousands of them," Beca explained. Jesse looked lost in thought. "We were making a song. Could you sing it?" He asked, watching closely./p
p data-p-id="e6dbd2c2fa556a49126850c913fd516b"She let the words flow out, a rendition of All Out of Love, her voice longing and desperate./p
p data-p-id="af39f211e8b6036ac88acfbb20f04d66"Jesse was stunned. Only he and Beca knew it. "Who was it for?" He questioned. "Dude! I can't tell you here!" Beca exclaimed, her eyes flickering towards Chloe. "Okay... Last test, who is this?" Jesse grinned, pulling out a ratty, old teddy bear. "Seriously? I told you to stop going through me stuff!" Beca snatched the teddy away, cradling it in her arms. Jesse rushed over, embracing her in a big hug. "I'm sorry I didn't believe you," He whispered as Beca wiggled out of his arms. Chloe gave them a smile although it seemed a bit sad./p
p data-p-id="ac9e2090702877812c3c8a4058034be9"-/p
p data-p-id="72edeec9c835abd81e12535bdf6cac22""What's up with you? Oh haven't said anything within the last twenty minutes Red," Beca asked, concerned. "It's nothing," Chloe snapped out of her thoughts. She switched the channel to Grey's Anatomy. They watched in silence. "If you could date anyone on Grey's who would it be?" Beca suddenly asked. "Callie." Chloe replied. "I would date Arizona. She's adorable and so bubbly in the beginning. She's a funny drunk," Beca winked. Beca walked to the kitchen pulling out some wine./p
p data-p-id="4e4ccffcecf448440ade9bdd33f968fd"Chloe giggled non-stop while watching a drunk Arizona and Penny talking. "Calliope. I used to call her Calliope," Arizona said on the TV. When things started to become sad Chloe bawled her eyes out. "Perfect Penny. I should date Penny," Chloe recited. She grinned endearingly at Beca. "Perfect Beca. I should date Beca," She stated. She grabbed Beca's shirt, pulling her in for a kiss./p
p data-p-id="88c2997b8b90a8bdcf60a18d5e8b069e"Five minutes later, Chloe pulled away. Her inner filter was diminished completely. She cuddled into Beca's side. "Was that song for me?"/p