Prompt: "Beca and Chloe are fellow doctors, along with other Bellas. Somehow one day Beca gets an asthma attacks and faints."

A/N 1 – So I kind of decided to split this prompt into two, if that's OK? This is strictly "Beca and Chloe are fellow doctors, along with other Bellas" and the asthma attack will be posted soon but in a different setting. I really liked the idea of a hospital environment and the second half of the prompt made things extremely long and complicated.

So sorry if I just shit on your dreams and stuff…

A Date

"Long day?" Chloe asked, as Beca dropped her tray onto the table and landed in the chair beside her.

Beca glared, before the corners of her mouth twitched into a smile.

"I've been here for ten hours" she sighed into the hands on her face.

Chloe placed a commiserating tap on her shoulder before returning her attention back to the food on her plate. As if comforted by that single action, Beca sat up straight and made a start on the mashed potato on her plate.

"So, how are you, stranger?"

Chloe laughed with the shake of her head. She had been called that a lot today, "Just because I had a few days off doesn't really warrant me a stranger, you know?"

The brunette doctor beside her feigned shock with the clutch of her chest, "Wow, that vacation changed you."

Ever since Chloe started working as a paediatric nurse at the hospital she and Beca had eaten together almost religiously every shift. It was a half hour out of their hectic schedules where the business and sometimes sadness of the patients that walked in and out of the hospital entrance were momentarily forgotten.

"Maybe you should do the same, Becs. Don't take this the wrong way but you look awful" the redhead joked with a smirk, earning her a light swat on the arm.

"You know if you keep insulting me, I'm going to have to put a stop to these lunch dates"

"Dates?" the older woman challenged with the raise of an eyebrow.

Beca stiffened in her seat, the forkful of food stopping just shy of her mouth, "I mean not dates. If I was going to take you on a date, I'd hope it would be a little bit more glamorous than the hospital canteen" she gestured to the room with her finger.

"Is that so" Chloe dragged out, "Are you asking me out, Doctor Mitchell?"

As if on cue Beca's pager began to sound, reminding both of them hospital life was still occurring on the opposite side of the food hall doors. The brunette cleared the table, placing her discarded napkins onto the tray before standing up and flashing Chloe a smirk.

"If I asked you out, you wouldn't have to question it, Chlo" she winked before walking off and leaving Chloe alone at the table again but with a wide grin on her face.

They had been exchanging flirtier comments these last few weeks. The usual back-and-forth was getting even more daring and bolder and Chloe was loving every second of it. She had known Beca for around five months now and her crush was growing by the day.

"You know, you two could at least try and be less obvious."

Stacie's voice pulled Chloe from her thoughts, as the other woman took a seat in front of her with a grin.

"Tell Beca that" she retorted with the shrug of her shoulders and a guilty smile.

"Something tells me she wouldn't get what I was trying to say" Stacie replied, helping herself to one of the fries from her friend's plate.

Chloe pushed her tray further into the centre of the table with a sigh, "Isn't that true" she sighed out, leaning back in her chair.

XXX

Beca was pulling off her surgeon gown and washing her hands. It seemed the once simple procedure she was briefed on beforehand turned serious far too quickly - today had been long and stressful. She rinsed the soap off her hands under the water, her mind wandering to the time. A quick glance of the clock told her she should have actually finished her shift an hour ago, so in the hopes of avoiding her pager, Beca quickly made her way out of the operating theatre and down the corridor to the staff room.

Beca loved her job; what was supposed to be a short stint at college developed into a daunting four years of medical school. Her pursue of medicine was a surprise for everyone - she'd had her heart set on being a music producer from the age of eleven - but things change. Beca was in her last leg of residency at the hospital and one step closer to becoming an independent surgeon - she's sure saving people's lives day in and day out was so much more rewarding than making music ever could be.

"We're going for a drink, you coming?" Aubrey asked as she folded the scrubs into her locker next to Beca's.

"Yeah, why not" she replied, turning the dial on the metal door with a nod.

When Beca first met Aubrey in her first year at the hospital, she thought the blonde was a pain in the ass; always the first to answer a question and smile smugly when she always answered correctly.

Since they got to know each other and bonded over their commitment to their then new careers, both woman had grown close.

"Are you going to ask your favourite nurse to come along?" Aubrey asked with the bump of her shoulder.

It was no secret Beca and Chloe had hit it off a few months back in the canteen over their lunch break. Aubrey had been the first to tease her about it and it quickly developed into an ongoing joke in aid of winding Beca up.

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, "I've told you, we're just friends."

"Yeah and I flirt with all my friends too" Aubrey quipped, slamming her locker closed and taking a seat on the wooden bench behind them.

"We don't…" she deadpanned. "…besides, she's working the night shift tonight anyway" Beca added, taking a seat beside her now laughing friend.

"See, you even know her schedule."

Beca continued tying her shoes laces without even giving Aubrey the satisfaction of a reaction. Chloe was kind, smart and actually, really hot but Beca was certain what they had was strictly a friendship. It didn't matter if their meet ups on their breaks were the highlight of her day or if the way Chloe winked at her after a particularly flirting comment made Beca's mind blur; she couldn't allow herself to think it would ever develop into anything more.

Beca didn't date anyone at the hospital – it was a lesson she learnt the hard way a year ago. Dating in her line of work was messy to begin with; the long and irregular hours, the stress and emotions that came along with it; it was a difficult job to switch off from. Although dating someone who understood the complexity of it seemed like a good idea, Beca's relationship with a trauma doctor quickly turned into a car crash relationship from start to finish. It was then Beca vowed not to date anyone at work, ever.

"I still can't believe you've never even seen each other outside of work" Aubrey thought aloud.

"Because that's all she is, Bree. Strictly a friend at work."

The blonde woman shook her head, "God, you're so dense sometimes, you know that?"

"So you keep telling me. C'mon, let's go, I'm thirsty" she smiled, making her way to the door.

XXX

Beca was slumped over her coffee absentmindedly flicking through social media on her phone. Although she didn't drink that much, the early morning after a later night than planned was weighing heavy around her eyes.

The phone chimed in her hands, a message from Aubrey suddenly popping up on the screen. Not everybody had the luxury of a day off today, but it seemed even hungover and rid of her responsibility at the hospital, the blonde was still awake at seven fifteen in the morning.

AUBREY [7:13AM]: Hope work isn't too hard on you this morning. Sorry I made you drive me around! I had way more than too many tequilas…

Beca's lips curled into a smile, as visions of a very drunk Aubrey demanding another round of shots flashed through her mind. Her thumb began tapping out a reply when a person sitting in the chair beside her distracted her.

"Late night?"

Chloe was still wearing her scrubs, indicating she had just finished her night shift. Beca offered her a small smile as she took in the other woman's face. Despite working a twelve-hour shift, Chloe was still sporting her usual beaming smile. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and her eyes had the same sparkle they always had; the kind Beca always seemed to get lost in.

"I was on designated driver duty last night and Bree insisted we visit every bar in the state."

Judging by the laugh and eye roll, Chloe was more than aware of Beca's over exaggeration.

"How will you possibly get through the day without my presence?" the redhead teased, leaning forward and taking a sip from Beca's drink with a smirk.

"Well at least I won't have to worry about you stealing my coffee" she counted, claiming back her cup and draining it off its liquid.

"What time do you finish?" Chloe asked invading Beca's space once more and moving a stray strand of hair from her face without even batting an eyelid.

It was always a mystery to Beca; how Chloe could easily breach her personal space so effortlessly. The fact that she didn't even mind it baffled the brunette even more.

"Two; thankfully it's only a half day today" she replied, trying not to mirror Chloe's smile and failing miserably.

"Great, because I'm cooking you dinner" she shrugged nonchalantly, like informing Beca she was cooking for her wasn't one tiny bit out of the ordinary

She knitted her eyebrows together in puzzlement, waiting for Chloe to continue. When she didn't Beca was pushing her chair out and turning to face her.

"Dinner?" she asked, the confusion evident in her voice.

Chloe was smiling before nodding enthusiastically, "Yep, it's already been decided."

Beca was folding her arms over her chest as the cogs turned inside her head. There was a smile pulling at her lips, as she tried her best to prevent the laugh that was threatening to spill free. Chloe couldn't just be asking her to dinner, alone because that would be almost date-like and they were just friends. Of course it must be some sort of dinner party or something, right?

As soon as the question bounced around her brain, Beca was feeling a strange sense of disappointment. Having Chloe cook dinner for her and just her actually sounded really nice; too nice in fact.

"Is there some sort of nurse dinner party I don't know about?" she asked with a forced smirk.

"Nope, no nurses…" Chloe was shaking her head, the smile from before slowly turning into the signature mega-watt grin Beca was sure made her heart beat one hundred beats per second – which was impossible; she was an (almost) Doctor, so Beca ought to know.

"…No party…" Chloe's voice was bringing her out of her thoughts, "…Just me and you, Mitchell" she finished, lightly bumping Beca's shoulder with her own.

The confirmation should have thrown Beca for a loop, but instead she was smiling, an actual full and beaming grin taking over her face.

"Just me and you?"

"Yeah."

"Is this because we're missing our lunch together because that's almost stalker behaviour, Chlo" she joked.

"Maybe or maybe after you mentioned 'a date' yesterday, I've decided to do something about it" the other woman deadpanned, feigning disinterest.

Well this was definitely an unexpected development.

Beca should be racking her mind for excuses right now and sticking to her 'no dating at work' rule, but instead she's letting herself entertain the thought of it all.

"I'll text you my address later. We'll say seven?"

Her head was involuntary nodding and before she could stop herself, Beca was uttering the most honest "Yeah, sounds good" she had ever spoken.

Just like that, Chloe was leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her cheek before standing up and shouting a quick "See you tonight" over her shoulder with a wide grin.

"A date?"

Beca mumbled the words quietly to no one in particular as she turned her attention back to her phone. The thought of finishing work and having Chloe cook dinner for her was a welcomed one and it actually caused her to let out a giddy laugh. It all sounded so domestic and subdued that Beca was catching herself seriously looking forward to it.

Yeah, a date. She was totally more than OK with this.

XXX

A/N 2 – As for the guest reviewer who stated I was "ignoring" prompts, cool story, bro :) :).

I'm having a bit of an existential crisis (I'm just being dramatic) with my writing at the moment. So although I have a list of prompts to work through, they are taking a bit longer for me to finish – your patience would be greatly appreciated! And thanks again for reading :)