Beca opened her eyes from a dreamless slumber. She had fallen asleep the night before into a cationic state. That usually only happened whenever she had a really bad night…last night qualified as that, she figured. Chloe had really ended it—like seriously—and to make it worse, she just hung up on her like she didn't care that she was hurting her. They promised each a long time ago that they were it for each other…where did that change? Beca couldn't help but muse to herself that it was something she did…something that made Chloe fall out of love with her. Blindly reaching to the side of her bed, her hand pulled out her song book. Quickly skimming the pages, she pulled out the picture that lay wedged between the pages and threw the book to the side. It was of the two of them on the Ferris wheel.

God how she wished she could return to that time, when they were so in love…when Chloe wanted her.

'It has to be this way.' Those words reverberated in her mind, growing louder in the silent room. Beca scoffed just thinking about what Chloe said. Like—where did she get off telling Beca how her life was going to be? For the first time, Beca was actually angry at the redhead. She didn't have to give up. She could have fought equally as hard for Beca as Beca had fought for her. Maura fought for Jane, and from what she could tell from Jane's stories, she came out to her parents and risked losing her entire inheritance. Cynthia Rose still had Stacie and they built a future together…at one point she and Chloe had a future…and it was fucking perfect.

Sighing, Beca replaced the notebook under her mattress, leaving the picture on her table. For some reason, she wanted to keep it with her…at least this bit of Chloe she could keep close. With a big exhale, Beca climbed out of bed, noticing for the first time that he roommate's bed was empty and unslept in. She had to admit, she was getting worried since she hadn't seen the blonde since yesterday afternoon.

Still groggy, and eyes still sensitive to the sun spilling into the room, Beca made her way to her closet to grab her things to shower.

Once fully dressed, Beca made her way to the table by her bed and grabbed the picture of Chloe, slipping it into the shirt pocket of her flannel, not caring the slightest if someone found it. She just—she just really needed to have some part of Chloe to still claim as her own. Noticing for the first time that the ground outside her window was wet, she grabbed a sweatshirt and pulled it over her head in case it rained again.

Taking a deep breath to prepare herself to face the world, she walked out of the door and made her way to the dining hall across the campus.

Like normal, she got her breakfast and made her way over to Benji, CR, Paulie, and Jane. Somewhere along the way they became somewhat friends, people she actually didn't mind being around. Back home she only really hung out with Unicycle and Chloe, and even then she had known Unicycle since she was four years old and Chloe since she was seven years old.

"Wassup." She greeted as she took a seat. Everyone offered some sort of hello and good morning and continued eating their food. They, like Beca, were trying desperately to wake up and everyone held a cup of coffee despite only Jane and Beca being avid coffee drinkers. Beca slowly spread cream cheese on her bagel, nudging Benji with her elbow.

"Do you know where Aubrey is?"

Benji shrugged his shoulders, "She's not in your room?"

Beca shook her head discreetly trying not to rouse the attention of everyone else. However, Paulie who was always alert and aware heard the conversation of the two.

"What do you mean? She wasn't in your room last night?" Paulie asked. Beca sighed at her failed attempt at discretion.

"No, after therapy she got busted by Westmore for having a journal and I haven't seen her since."

"Probably in hydrotherapy." Cynthia Rose offered.

"Nah, I doubt that. They probably threw their princess in isolation." Paulie retorted, throwing a piece of bagel at CR. Cynthia Rose swatted it away before throwing one of the grapes on her plate at her in return.

Beca finished chewing the food in her mouth before asking,

"What's hydrotherapy?"

"The worst shit in the fucking world." Jane mumbled as she took another sip of her coffee.

"Not worse than ECT." Paulie retorted. Jane shrugged her shoulders, nodding in agreement of the blonde's point.

"Hydrotherapy is basically using water for treatment, or in this case as punishment." Benji explained when he saw Beca's question hadn't been answered.

"I told Stacie about it and she said that what they're doing actually isn't hydrotherapy at all. There doing some sort of hybrid version of it. She's a pre-med major and she says there's a list of ways their hydrotherapy is harming us." Cynthia Rose piped in.

"But what is? What do they do to you?" Beca restated.

"They take you to this room in some closed off part of the main hall where they put you in a tub and submerge you in ice water." Paulie explained. "Only Benji over there knows where it is since he managed to escape one time."

"I still don't know how you managed to do that." Jane said.

"But doesn't the water eventually warm up?"

Paulie smirked at her, pointing her butter knife at her. "See that's thing. They don't let it warm up, they just keep adding ice—buckets and buckets of ice." She turned towards Jane who was still sipping her coffee trying to fully awaken.

"Didn't they have you in a tub full of ice one time, no water, just ice?"

Jane nodded, sitting her cup to the side.

"Yup. Up to my chin." She answered, bringing her hand up to her face to demonstrate how deep she was submerged. Even the thought of it brought chills and she began to subconsciously shiver before she caught herself.

"You'd think I'd be used to with all of the ice baths I used to take after practice, but shit—they leave you in there for hours. It's dark—"

"Pitch black." Benji added.

"And silent." Cynthia Rose added.

"Yup and they only turn the lights on to add more ice and to take your temperature and then it's dark again. You start to hallucinate—like serious acid trip. Then finally—finally when you think death is near and you pass out, they take you out… Of all of the punishments even I'm afraid of being sent there—when it's just you in that tub and your body's too exhausted to even shiver, time ticks on forever—like you'll die in there." Paulie finished. Beca looked around the table at the group not believing what she was hearing. There was no way anyone could do that to them. It had to be illegal. Even they wouldn't go that far.

"You've got to be kidding me." She said, chuckling in disbelief. Sadly, no one else at the table was laughing.

"I wish I was but I'm not—the people here are crazy and all I can say is just survive the summer—just survive." Paulie said glumly, which surprised Beca because never had she'd seen Paulie so—so helpless.

"So what's planned for today?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood at the table. Unfortunately, it only worsened it as everyone groaned.

"It's hell day." Benji grumbled, not looking up from the oatmeal he'd been stirring with his spoon for the past 15 minutes.

"What is 'hell day?"

"Miss Mitchell, please take a seat in the chair. I'm Dr. Harrison and I'll be conducting your therapy today." He explained, motioning to the chair in the center of the room.

Beca looked skeptically at the older man standing behind a glass partition separating him from where he stood in a separate room. He wore a lab coat and large thick rimmed glasses trying to give off the appearance of a doctor although she highly doubted his qualifications. Doctors were supposed to be out actually doing something, helping those who were really in need of care, not here doing this crap.

However, Beca did as told, although begrudgingly. The section of the room she was in was empty save for a projector that sat on a table a few feet away from a chair that favored those in the dentist's office. The moment she sat down two orderlies appeared out of nowhere and immediately strapped her into the chair with leather buckles she hadn't seen in her first examination of the chair.

"What the hell!" she screamed pulling against her restraints. "Let me go!"

The "doctor" reached out to press the button on the intercom in front of him, "Miss Mitchell, please calm down. They aren't to hurt you—now please relax."

"Fuck you!" she spat and tried to pull on the restraints again.

"Miss Mitchell, that language will not be tolerated. Now if you don't calm down, you will take away to isolation and the test will be done at a later time. However, the test will be done. Now I suggest you calm down, now!"

Beca sat back in her chair with a huff completely refraining from kicking the orderly in the face when he knelt down to buckle her legs to the chair.

While he did that the second one began attaching electrodes to various parts of her arms as well as one on each of her hands.

Benji had told her what to expect but this was one a completely different level than what she imagined. This was something straight out of A Clockwork Orange.

"Today's therapy will be one of four stages. I've been advised that due to this severity of your situation that we begin at stage 3." Dr. Hanson said, making several notes on the clipboard in his hand.

"With the projector, you will be shown a series of images. One of the electrodes is attached to the pulse in your arm and to this heart monitor." He said pointing to the machine as the orderly wheeled it over, quickly attaching the hanging wire from her arm to the machine. Immediately, the steady beat of her pulse filled the room.

"Every time your heart rate accelerates, you will be given a jolt of electricity. Each time, the amount of electricity will be more than the last. So I'd advise you to cooperate and allow the therapy to work. The theory behind this method of therapy is that we're training your body to be physically repelled by certain stimuli." Dr. Hanson stated over the intercom.

Beca scoffed as she watched the orderly apply the last of the electrodes, "just a theory, huh? So this all could be complete bullshit?" she asked looking up from her arms. Dr. Hanson frowned at her before motioning for the orderly to turn on the projector and soon its light illuminated the dark room.

At first the pictures weren't so bad. The first was of Madonna, and since Beca was never a fan of her, her response was a simple eye roll.

"This is a waste of time." She called out. Dr. Hanson ignored her before making a note on his clip board then changing the picture. Next came Melanie Griffith in that uni-tard from Body Double. It once again elicited no response from her and once again Dr. Hanson jotted down notes before moving on. The third picture was of Farrah Fawcett in her famous red bathing suit. Beca had always been a fan of Farrah and in the time when she kept posters on her wall, Farrah in that famous red bathing suit took center place above her bed. Chloe used to always joke that she was jealous of Beca's real girlfriend.

Before she could even realize what was happening she felt a jolt of pain shoot up her arm. She had to admit, it hurt, but it wasn't completely gut-wrenching. Dr. Hanson's voice echoed throughout the room, "So unfortunate Miss Mitchell. You were off to a great start. But, I guess we needed to establish a baseline at some point."

Beca looked at him through angry eyes before the sound of the projector switching pictures made her look away. Her eyes bulged at the sight of a very naked woman on the screen. Beca didn't recognize her and thought she probably was a playboy centerfold or something. Nevertheless, she found herself aroused and as expected a jolt of electricity raced through her.

"Fu—" she hissed in pain, this time it lasted longer and was more intense.

"Fuck!" she yelled. Dr. Hanson proceeded to show her five more pictures similar to that one of women in varying stages of nudity and sexual positions.

"When is this over?" she asked, wanting to be anywhere but strapped to this chair. She could clearly see why everyone had deemed this hell day.

"Miss Mitchell, we are almost done, there's one more picture." And he hit the small controller in his hand to flip to the last picture. Beca rolled her eyes as she turned her head back to the projector, ready for this to be over with.

"What the—how did you get that picture?" she hollered. It was a picture of Chloe. How dare they! They could do whatever they wanted to her, but they would not use Chloe to hurt her. It was a picture she remembered taking of the redhead at the beach, she wore that new bathing suit that Beca thought she looked amazing in.

The faint sound of her heart beat racing filled her ears but she was disconnected from it all as she stared at the picture…remembering the happiness in her girlfriend's—her ex-girlfriend's face. The happiness they shared, the love they shared.

And when that horrifying jolt of electricity traveled through the wires and into her body she still couldn't bring herself to look away. If she stared hard enough, maybe it would be real, maybe Chloe would be right there in front of her still loving her—still wanting her.

But, just like that—the picture was gone and she was left in darkness.

"Ok Miss Mitchell, that's all for today." Dr. Hanson said through the intercom. The two orderlies reappeared and removed the various electrodes from her body and unbuckled her restraints. But through it all, Beca still remained impassive to it all, remembering and wanting desperately to have Chloe again. Dr. Hanson said she could have a few minutes to herself "to think about what she just experienced," and that he would be back in five minutes.

Beca sighed in frustration, her face falling into her hands.

She knew she needed to get over the redhead but it was so fucking hard. What they had wasn't built over night and it wouldn't break overnight either.

She stood up and made her way to the door. When she pulled it open Mrs. Westmore waited for her on the other side with a cocky grin on her face and just like that, Beca's barriers went up, pushing the pain of losing Chloe to the back of her mind.

"Miss Mitchell, how do you feel?"

Beca rolled her eyes and shrugged in defiance, "I gotta piss." Before walking past her making sure to rudely knock into her as she passed.

She exited the main hall and began walking towards her dorm. When she entered the room she noticed that Aubrey still wasn't in her room and by the looks of things, she hadn't been there in Beca's absence. Too exhausted by the earlier events, she didn't want to ponder on it any longer and simply turned to her bed and lied down.

"So how did it go?" Benji asked, coming over to sit on her bed. Beca shrugged, sitting up to stretch.

"They showed me a picture of Chloe. Like where in the hell do they get off?" she was getting angry all over again.

"Man, that's too bad. They'll do anything to hurt us so although it sucks, I'm not really surprised they showed you a picture of her."

Beca yawned soundly before sitting up fully and crossing her legs under herself.

"What about you? How did it go for you?"

Benji shrugged before lying down on the bed in front of Beca.

"Ok, I guess—it's been worse. I swear what do they think being gay is? It's not like we're a bunch of uncontrollable beasts that can't control our erections."

Beca raised an eyebrow, "Well did you get hard?"

Benji looked at her with a frown before bursting into a wide grin.

"Well yeah, but that's not the point." This cause both teens to laugh. Beca threw a pillow at him commenting that he was ridiculous before reaching over to turn on her radio. Linger by the Raspberries filled the quiet room and Beca shook her head in disappointment. Of all of the songs that could be playing at this time, it had to be this one.

"What's wrong?" Benji questioned, noticing the change in his friend's mood.

"Nothing it's just—this is Chloe's favorite song and whenever we were together it seemed like this was always playing...she called it the 'soundtrack of our love.'" She chuckled bitterly, "stupid, huh?"

Benji shook his head and turned on his side to rest his head in his hand.

"No, it's not stupid. You were in love, there's nothing stupid about that...do you have a picture of her?"

"Yeah, I do actually. It's the only one I have really." She reached in her shirt pocket and pulled out the picture, worn from her handling it night after night trying to remember and forget simultaneously.

Benji took the picture and smiled immediately when he saw it, "she's beautiful—and that hair, wow she is breathtaking." He returned the picture to Beca who stared down at it sadly in her hands.

"I just feel so stupid for trusting her. She said she would never leave me and I believed her. I wholeheartedly believed her and now I'm here—alone."

Benji sat up and took Beca's hand in his, "I know it hurts but you can't beat yourself up for falling in love…you just have to consider yourself lucky enough to have experienced it at all." He reached out and wiped away a tear threatening to fall from Beca's eye and the two sat in silence listening to the radio.

"I love this song." He commented when the next song began to play. Beca recognized the song, despite never really being a fan of it. The song was "How to Disappear Completely" by Streetwalker and in her opinion was very depressing.

"Dude, the song is about offing yourself. It's depressing as hell." She said, reaching down under her mattress to grab her song book to replace the picture.

Benji looked up at her solemnly before uttering, "Well sometimes death is the only solution."

Beca opened her mouth to respond but stopped at the sound of the door opening.

"Paulie, what are—"

The blonde stood at the door frazzled with worry all over her face.

"You guys gotta help me talk to, Jane."

Beca and Benji both stood up at this, immediately concerned.

"What's wrong?"

Paulie shook her head not really understanding herself what happened, "She got back from Dr. Hanson and just climbed into her bed and started crying. I've never seen her like this and honestly, I'm kinda scared."

Benji and Beca followed her out of the room and down the hall to the room she shared with Jane. Just as Paulie had described it, Jane was in her bed crying into a pillow with her back facing the door.

The three of them stood by the door unsure of what to do when Beca finally decided she would be the one to at least try and help her.

"Jane?" she called out softly as she approached the bed. Jane turned slightly to see who was calling her before responding in surprise,

"Beca?"

"Yeah, it's me…um, do you wanna talk about what happened?" did she sound as awkward as she felt? She was never one for consoling anyone and she wasn't used to being friendly to anyone.

Jane sniffled before turning over to face Beca who sat on the side of her bed. She clutched the pillow to her chest and bit her lip, clearly trying to keep her tears at bay.

"C'mon Jane, we're—we're your friends. Let us help you."

Jane looked at everyone in the room trying to gauge the truth in Beca's statement before sobbing again, "I—I went to Hanson and I didn't get shocked once, even when they showed me nude pictures. It wasn't working and I knew that he was getting angry so he had me thrown in isolation –and while I was in their—someone stood outside the door yelling things…" she trailed off at this and started crying again. Beca looked back at Paulie and Benji in fear, not sure of what to do. The other two just shrugged, equally as lost as she was.

'Ok, what would Chloe do? What did she do when I was upset and wouldn't talk to her?'

With a shaky hand, Beca reached out and ran a gentle hand through Jane's raven mane.

"It's ok, just breathe." She whispered. She waited for Jane to follow her instructions, breathing deeply to calm down.

"What things did they say?"

"…that Maura would leave me…that she was too good for me and would eventually realize that I'm just some blue collar kid from south Boston…and you know what they're right. Maura's used to fancy dinners and mansions. I—I can't give her any of those things." Jane sobbed.

Beca shook her head. Benji's statement reigned true. They would do anything to hurt them.

"Look, Jane, they are lying. You know that they're just trying to break you, none of that is true…it's bullshit. How long have you been with Maura?"

"Two years."

"And in that time has she ever said any of those things to you? Has she ever made you think she's ever felt that way?"

Jane made a murmur that sounded almost like a 'no' and Beca smiled a little.

"Exactly. Maura loves you and you love her. That's all the matters. Fuck what Dr. Hanson and Westmore say. There's nothing wrong with the love you two have."

Jane looked up at Beca through red puffy eyes and smiled.

"And you know what, if you could call Maura, I'm pretty sure she would say the same thing."

"Well she could call her." Paulie said. Beca turned back to look at her in confusion.

"How?"

"Jane, didn't Maura give you one of those new portable phone things to bring here with you?"

"Yeah it's in my drawer, but I never use it. Besides, it's too expensive to call Boston from here, anyway."

Beca reached over to the side table and pulled out the portable phone, "Well I think this constitutes as an emergency. What's the number?" she asked, trying to figure out how to turn on the phone.

Jane called out the number reluctantly, not wanting to run up the phone bill since the bill was in Maura's name.

Beca placed the phone to her ear and waiting as it rang.

"Hello, Maura Isles speaking."

Beca looked at the phone in surprise at the proper dialect coming through the phone. This Maura girl was way smarter than anyone she'd ever encountered.

"Hi—Um, I'm Beca and I'm—I'm a friend of Jane's."

The concern from Maura was immediate.

"Jane? Is she ok?"

"Yeah, she's ok physically but emotionally—no, she's not. They—they said some pretty shitty things to her about you not wanting her."

"Oh my. She's always been very insecure about our class differences…they must really be trying to break her…"she whispered trailing off to calm her breathing.

"Yeah, they are and we've managed to make her feel a little better but I think it would really help if she heard it from you."

"Ok. I think that's a good idea."

Beca handed over the phone to Jane who was still hesitant to take it. Finally she acquiesced and took the phone from Beca, placing it to her ear.

"Hey." She mumbled her voice still hoarse from crying.

"Oh, Jane, baby. How are you? Do you want my parents to come and get you? You know since my mother found out that Angela sent you to that place, she's offered to come and bring you home."

"No, they don't have to do that…I'm ok…I just—I just let what they said get to me. It really psyched me out."

"Jane, you know that I would never think any of those things…what did we promise each other the first night we started to dating?"

Jane sighed, "We promised that we would never let anyone try and diminish our love…that we didn't need any social status or wealth because we were in love and that's all that mattered."

"Exactly. So baby, please don't let them make you break that promise. I love you Jane, never doubt that."

"I love you too."

"Good. So I'll let you get back to your friends…they are really wonderful people Jane for helping you. Thank them for me, ok?"

Jane agreed and hung up after exchanging 'I love yous' once again. She turned back toward everyone else where the three sat on Paulie's bed watching her.

"So how did it go?" Paulie asked. Jane sat up, wiping at her eyes.

"It went good. I just—I just really missed her is all." She answered, slipping the phone back into her drawer.

"I guess we should all be getting to dinner huh?" She said, standing up, stretching her long arms above her head, suddenly feeling really silly about crying. Beca looked over at the clock on the wall and saw that it was ten minutes to six.

"Yeah, we should. Would hate to give them a reason to throw us back in isolation." Benji stated.

"Um guys—do you know how long they're going to keep Aubrey?" Beca asked. Everyone looked at her skeptically.

"Why do you care? I thought you didn't even like her?" Paulie questioned as they walked down the hall.

"I—I don't but it's been a while and I'm a little worried."

Paulie and Jane eyed her skeptically, "Well, it's been more than a day so I doubt she's in isolation since having a journal really only constitutes like 12 hours in there. So, with that being said, she's probably in hydrotherapy." Benji reasoned as he held the door open for the girls to pass through.

Beca's eye's bulged, "What do you mean hydrotherapy. It's been more than twenty four hours!"

"Beca, like we said. You're in there until you physically can't be anymore. As long as you're not dying, you stay in the tub."

Beca turned to Benji, "No, we gotta get her out of there. Like her or not, I'm not going to let them do that to her."

Paulie shrugged in indifference. "Well I can't help you. Only Benji actually knows what building it's in."

Benji looked at her and dropped his head dramatically when Beca looked at him expectantly.

"Ok, c'mon." he sighed and turned to walk in the other direction.

"Cover for us, ok?" Beca asked. Paulie and Jane nodded their heads before continuing on their way to the dining hall.

Benji and Beca made their way across campus to the main hall, "If it's in the main hall, how come no one knows where it is?"

"Because it's not in the main hall, it's in a cellar under the main hall." He said, leading Beca around the building to the back. They stopped when they came to a cellar door.

"It's in there. Just go down the stairs and walk to the end of the hallway. It's the only blue door…be careful because their might be other doctors down there."

Beca nodded her head, "Ok, thanks Benji. I owe you one."

Benji smiled at her before walking away, back to the dining hall.

Taking a deep breath, Beca bent down to take hold of one of the cellar door handles. With minimal effort, she was able to open the doors revealing a dark cellar. She carefully descended the concrete steps and looked down the long corridor in front of her.

She didn't want to close the doors and risk being locked in so she left them open, not caring if anyone saw. Besides, it was dark in this basement and the opened doors provided sunlight to illuminate the room. She slowly walked down the hall checking each door to try and spot the blue one. After passing several red doors and one brown door, she came upon the blue door. Checking behind her to make sure no one was there, she reached out and turned the knob, glad that it was unlocked.

The room was just like they had described, dark—pitch black even. Blindly reaching out to the nearest wall, she tried to find a wall switch. At last, her hand came in contact with one and she pushed it up to light the room.

Immediately, her eyes spotted Aubrey lying in the tub. She was naked with her head lying weakly against the back of the tub and her eyes closed. Her skin was a frightening pale and her lips were approaching blue.

"Aubrey." She whispered, rushing over to the tub. She quickly placed two fingers on Aubrey's neck to feel for a pulse.

"Fuck!" she hissed at the feel of the weakened heartbeat. This couldn't be good.

She reached out and lightly slapped Aubrey's face to try and wake her.

"Aubrey, c'mon. Wake up." She murmured.

"Aubrey, please wake up!" she demanded softly, not wanting to draw attention to the room if someone were to overhear.

At last, Aubrey's eyes fluttered open although they weren't focused on one thing in particular.

"Beca—what are you doing here?" she whispered faintly.

"I'm getting you out of here." She answered, reaching over to place one of the blonde's arms around her neck so that she could lift her out of the tub. Reaching into the freezing water, she placed a hand under the blonde's knees and the other around her waist and proceeded to lift her out of the water. Aubrey tried to fight, but her weekend state made her attempts futile.

"No, Beca…I'm not better yet." She cried, trying to wiggle out of Beca's arms. Beca tightened her grasp around Aubrey as she carried her over to a chair in the corner.

"Listen, Aubrey. You could have died in there. I'm not leaving you here." She said sternly as she looked around for the blonde's clothes. Spotting them on the table across the room she quickly grabbed them and rushed back over to Aubrey, whom she noticed wasn't shivering. She remembered Chloe saying something about shivering was the body's way of staying warm. It was after she fell into the lake during winter break. If Aubrey wasn't shivering, something had to be wrong. She quickly helped Aubrey into her clothes before reaching down to pull her own sweatshirt off of her body, leaving her in just a tank top.

"Here, put this on." She instructed, although it was more of a command than a suggestion. "Can you walk?" Beca asked, helping Aubrey to her feet. Aubrey was still too far gone to even respond and allowed Beca to pull her up out of the chair. However, the moment she stood, her knees buckled and she nearly fell, if it weren't for Beca holding her.

Beca, not even thinking twice, lifted Aubrey into her arms in the same way she'd done before and carried her out of the cellar and across campus. Aubrey clung to her like a scared child and lucky for them, no one noticed or spotted the two as they made their way back to their room.

She lightly laid Aubrey down on the bed and helped her out of her clothes, leaving her in just her underwear. She helped her under her blanket before going over to her bed and used her comforter to put over the blonde as well. She stood watching Aubrey come in and out of consciousness several times as she pondered what to do next. She tried desperately to recall what Chloe did that time she fell in the lake.

She brought me home…then she put me in my bed…oh god…

Beca began to recall that Chloe had gotten into bed with her in just her underwear saying that it would help with the transfer of body heat. Beca shook her head. There was no way she was getting in that bed with Aubrey, especially not naked. Nope, she wasn't going to do that. The blankets would be fine.

However, despite how much she tried to convince herself she realized that Aubrey was probably suffering from hypothermia and would need more heat than the two blankets would provide.

"You owe me big time for this, Posen." She mumbled before kicking off her shoes and undressing down to her underwear.

She went over to the door and wedged her chair under the knob. The last thing she needed was for an orderly to barge in and get the wrong idea.

She made her way back over to the bed and hesitantly slipped under the two blankets with Aubrey, slowly taking the blonde into her arms.

"Fuck, you're freezing." She murmured but still pulled Aubrey closer. She wasn't sure why she was doing this, she didn't even like the blonde—not even a little bit—but it felt…laying there with her—having her in her arms…it felt right. The two laid in the darkness of the room, Aubrey clinging to Beca's side, long into the night, even after Beca became aware of Aubrey's body temperature increasing steadily.

Aubrey, even in her weakened state could comprehend exactly what it was that Beca was doing for her and it only confused her more, complicating the feelings for the brunette she was trying to ignore. Nevertheless, she couldn't find it in herself to kick the brunette out of her bed and if she closed her eyes it almost felt like Amanda was holding her.

Beca slipped out of the bed and found her clothes in the dark room.

'What in the hell are you doing Beca?'

She couldn't even reason it to herself what she was doing but when she woke up she had this almost instinctual urge to get Aubrey's journal back for her when she realized that Aubrey hasn't ratted her out for having her song book.

She could have easily told Westmore to get out of trouble, but she didn't. Why she didn't, Beca hadn't been able to come up with a reason so here she was sneaking out of her room and into the main hall where Mrs. Westmore's office was. On her walk down the corridor that lead to her office Beca still couldn't figure out what she was doing. Why was she risking so much for a girl she didn't even like?

Maybe it's because you actually do like her

The moment her mind finished formulating the thought, she stopped suddenly, scared by her own thought. No, she didn't like Aubrey, she hadn't moved past Chloe. No, Chloe had her heart…right? No—there was no way she could take her heart back from the redhead…that would be too painful—more painful than the heartbreak Chloe inflicted upon her when she walked away.

Quietly turning the knob to the office door she crept inside and spotted the red journal immediately where it lay perched on Westmore's desk. She quickly snatched it up and all but ran back to the dorm before she could get caught.

She slipped inside her room and quickly replaced the journal back in Aubrey's drawer, careful not to wake her. She got undressed and laid on her bed, not really needing to get her blanket from Aubrey since it was warm outside. She adjusted her pillow and laid down, ready to finally fall asleep.

"Come back, please!"

Beca sat up and looked to the source of the noise. It was the first time she'd ever heard Aubrey actually say something. She watched her for a few seconds and noticed that she was sweating, a large contrast from the shivering she was doing when Beca had last left.

"Aubrey, wake up." She whispered, slipping out of her bed to kneel in front of Aubrey's bed. Aubrey didn't stir and continued to toss and turn as well as whimper.

"Aubrey, c'mon. It's just a dream." She cooed lightly. But it was still to no avail and Aubrey remained trapped in her nightmare. Beca climbed into her bed and wrapped her arms around the blonde, pinning her arms to her sides to contain her thrashing. It worked but she's still twitched feverishly and whimpered endlessly.

She ran a soothing hand through blonde tresses to try and at least calm her if she wouldn't rouse from her sleep and at this, her eyes flew open. She looked up and stared at Beca, her mind registering where she was before suddenly bursting into tears. She burrowed her face into Beca's chest, and sobbed hard. Beca tightened her grasp around her and continued to run a soothing hand down the blonde's back.

Aubrey held onto Beca for dear life, wanting to erase the memory of her nightmare from her head. As she lay in Beca's arms she realized she didn't want to close her eyes and pretend it was Amanda…no she wanted to be right where she was, in Beca's arms. It was wrong, she knew. She had just had another nightmare about Amanda, so she knew it was wrong to want to be in Beca's arms but how could something so inherently wrong feel so right?

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The story is starting to pick up and both Beca and Aubrey are beginning to at least acknowledge the feelings they have for each other, even if they are choosing to ignore them. How do you feel about Beca getting Aubrey's book back? What about "Hell Day?" Review and let me know.