Sorry guys...I was so hoping I'd get caught up on all of the prompts today and squeeze in under the bechloe week deadline but...it's nearly one am and I've only just managed to get this one finished...it's a long one, needed to work some details in...this takes place after the finale in PP3 and the night before chapter 1... I hope. It's very late. Cheers!

Road trip...memories and moments:

Beca wanders along the harbour, hands in her pockets, shoulders hunched, kicking nothing along the floor as she goes, mind racing through the events of the evening. She'd missed the on ramp, or was it the off? Whatever, metaphors were overrated, either way, this road they'd been on together for so long had suddenly left them travelling in different directions. When though, when did it go from easy, free, taking on the world together to hard, heartbreaking and facing the future apart? She had no idea. If she could just pinpoint the exact moment, the second they started to end, she could back track, right? She could fix it, make it better, put them back together. It had to be that simple, find the break in the road and fix it, make it so it never happened and things could just go back to the way they were! Before heartfelt non confessions, before blame and confusion, before she'd caused so much hurt without even noticing. Oh my god, how hadn't she noticed!? They were together every day, they shared a home, a bed, a life for god's sake, how hadn't she noticed!? Was she seriously so wrapped up in herself, in everything she didn't want at the studio that she'd failed to notice the person she cared most about in the entire history of her world slipping away!? No, that wasn't it, she cared about Chloe, she cared about every tiny detail in the redheads damn life, no matter how small! She listened to every story, watched every curve of that beautiful smile, held her when she didn't have the strength to do anything but cry, SHE did those things, only her. She received the same in return, that's just what they did, how they worked. No pressure, no expectations or commitments, they hadn't needed them, they just were. Sure, she wanted more, desperately these days but they already had each other, no doubt, no mistrust, no second guessing, from the beginning they had each other. They always had each other, didn't they? What happened?

Across town Chloe sat on the edge of her hotel bed, staring blankly at the wall. Answers didn't seem to be forth coming and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't figure out what had happened. The last two hours seemed like someone else's life, like she'd been floating above, watching everything unfold powerless to stop any of it.

'Chloe, for serious, will you say something!?' Aubrey shook her by the shoulders.

Tears formed in Chloe's eyes as she shook herself out of her thoughts and turned to her best friend. 'I have no idea what to say' she choked out as she sunk forward, head in hands and let go of everything. Every emotion she'd tied down for the last 6 six years, it washed over her and she felt like she was drowning in it all.

'Chloe, what the hell, you're scaring me! Talk to me, what happened?' Aubrey barked with a little too much force. Swallowing back the ever so slight panic that was threatening to take hold, she sat beside the sobbing woman, wrapped her arms around her and began to sing.

'Her eyes, her eyes...' In the blink of an eye, Aubrey found herself on the floor watching as a now angry redhead stomped across the floor.

'God Bree, you could have sung anything, it had to be that? Really?' Chloe fumed, hands on hips as she paced back and forth.

Still a little shell shocked from her fall Aubrey stood, now a little angry herself, grabbed Chloe by the arms and forced her to stop.

'Chloe, enough. You can either tell me what's going on or I can leave you to wear a hole in the carpet. You pick?' Aubrey stared her down, waiting for her answer. She watched as again, tears began to form shimmering droplets in her friends ice blue eyes.

'Oh god' Chloe exclaimed, eyes widening 'what did I do? She'll leave, I shouldn't have done it, we were fine as we were! Why couldn't I just leave it alone!!?' Chloe was back to pacing.

'Ah, a little more detail would help here Chlo, I have no idea what you're talking about? Aubrey was so beyond confused at this point.

Chloe suddenly stopped and faced the quizzical look her friend was throwing back at her 'You told me to do it Bree! You told me to ask for more! Now I'll have nothing! Oh god, why did I do it?! She'll never come back'. Chloe sank to her knees, face in hands as the sobs began to rack her body again.

Aubrey dropped to her knees beside Chloe, pulled her into her lap and began to stroke her hair as the redhead's tears began to slow to a quiet whimper. 'You mean Beca, don't you?' She asked, already knowing the answer. Chloe nodded meekly, her breaths coming in short, quiet hiccup like gasps. 'Why don't you start at the beginning, huh?' Aubrey asked, unsure she really wanted that much detail, she bit back a slight cringe.

FLASHBACK *The morning after the Bella's decide to join the USO tour*

A quiet 'Ughk' escapes from the covers hiding the two figures in the small bed, and feeling like something has crawled into her mouth and died, Chloe attempts to right herself. Sitting up, shielding her eyes from the harsh light of day and holding her head, 'Oh my god, who invited the drum section to take up residence in my head!? She says quietly to herself.

The voice that carries across the small apartment makes Chloe jolt and her eyes spring open, a groan escaping her lips as the daylight stings her still delicate pupils. 'I'm gonna go with the copious amounts of beer and whiskey chasers you sank last night, Chloe, that's who'. Aubrey hasn't even looked up from the magazine she's reading, one leg slung over the other, fiddling with a cup of coffee that is on the kitchen table in front of her. Chloe knew it was coffee, she could smell it permeating the air around her and her stomach groaned, encouraging the redhead the last few inches out of bed and towards the gurgling coffee pot.

'So' Aubrey queries, as Chloe takes a seat at the table nursing the coffee in her hands like it's gold dust. 'How are you?'

Chloe looks up at her friend through bleary eyes, 'huh?'

'Chloe, I'm in this city for another three hours, last night was about the Bella's and I have about another twenty minutes for you before I have to start getting ready to go. Start talking!' Aubrey states flatly, laying the magazine down on the table, crossing her arms and waiting expectantly.

As realisation sinks in to her hangover fogged brain, Chloe sits bolt upright in her chair, 'WHAT?! What the hell is the time!!?' Rushing from her chair, she grabs her phone and shrieks, 'OH MY GOD!!'

'CHLOE!' Is barked from under the blanket, 'I'm dying here!! Inside voice!!!!' Beca wriggles her head out from her hiding place, blindly reaches for the sunglasses on the bedside table and disappears again.

'I have to be at work in thirty minutes!!!' Chloe says as she rushes around the apartment, grabbing clothes and her wash bag as she goes.

'THEN GO TO BLOODY WORK!' Beca shrieks as she sits far too quickly for her delicate state, grabbing her head, swooning slightly and falling back, face in her pillow.

'Sorry Bec' Chloe calls from behind the curtain that hides their makeshift bathroom, 'love you!'

Aubrey hears a mumbled 'whatef' from the bed and stands, sweeping her and Chloe's mugs from the table. Walking calmly to the sink, she washes hers in the sink before filling the mug again and depositing it by the bed, next to Beca. She likes to think the garbled noise that follows the action is a 'thank you' but she's not convinced. 'You're welcome Hobbit' she calls as she swings back into the kitchen and pours the contents of Chloe's mug into a travel cup.

By the time Chloe bursts out of the shower curtain, Aubrey is standing at the door, travel cup in one hand and Chloe's messenger bag in the other. 'Come on, I'll walk you to the subway'

'So' Aubrey begins again once they hit the street.

Chloe laughs lightly, the half a cup of coffee she'd drunk on the way down the stairs starting to take affect. 'We're good Bree, I mean, I'm, I'm good.'

'Uh huh' Aubrey responds with an eye roll. 'I'll get to the master of munchkin town later, I'm asking about you?'

Chloe's slightly confused but ventures, 'really Bree, I'm good. Once I know what's happening with school, then I can figure out my next move, it's just a little infuriating dealing with the unknown is all. The tour will be a great distraction, it'll be good for us to get away'. Chloe catches herself again, side glancing at Aubrey who hasn't stopped watching her, one eyebrow raised.

They're within site of the subway steps and Aubrey sweeps in front of Chloe, holding her by the forearms, slightly taken aback Chloe breaths out a query 'Ah, Bree?'

'Chloe, just wait, I'm going to say this and then I'm going. You deserve more! Stop hiding behind what ifs and ask for it!' Chloe's breath catches in her throat as Aubrey pulls her in to a bone crushing hug. She holds her for just a second before 'Have a good day, I'll call you later' and she's gone, striding back the way they came. Chloe turns to watch her best friend walk away, mouth agape. The clock above her head begins to chime 'Shit!' She cringes, running for the train.

BACK TO PRESENT DAY

'She saw it Bree, she saw me kiss him' Chloe sniffed, 'I knew it was a mistake before I even started kissing him, and, and then I saw her walking away, I, I...'

'Wait, who? What do you mean him!? Who did you kiss Chloe?! AND FOR GODS SAKE WHY!!?' Aubrey is so confused right now but she's trying to remain calm, she really is.

Chloe winces at Aubrey's tone and tears start flowing again. 'I've lost her Bree, all these years and I've lost her'. Chloe sags back in to Aubrey's lap, body racking gently as sobs fall from her mouth.

'Right, well, that's just the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! Sit up.' She's calm, she swears she is.

Chloe sits at Aubrey's command, the tone of it shocking the sobs into remission. 'Bree?' Chloe ask quietly.

'Chloe, seriously, this is ridiculous. You haven't 'lost' anything, you're wallowing. You made a mistake, why... We'll get to that in a second, I can't understand what happened to you tonight but you've loved that pint size pain in my ass forever! You can't tell me you're going to give up at the first hurdle! Not happening, not whilst I'm still drawing breath' Aubrey stands pointedly at that, holding her hand out to Chloe, 'Get up' she almost barks 'we've got damage control to get on with'.

Chloe's in shock, she stares wide eyed at the hand in front of her, 'Chloe!' She hears again, it brings her round enough to grasp hold and be yanked to her feet. 'You knew?' Chloe stares blankly at Aubrey.

'Of course I knew Chloe' Aubrey softens slightly, 'we all do. She loves you too, you know that right?'

'I don't know anything right now' Chloe sags slightly as she speaks.

'Oh No you don't' Aubrey grabs at her shoulders, standing Chloe square again, 'you don't have time for self pity now, tell me what happened, we need to fix this and quickly. That girl of yours has well used running shoes!'

Tears spring to Chloe's eye again, 'She's not mine, Bree, she never has been, not really. I don't even know if it's all in my head or not anymore'.

'Chloe, I love you but shut up! You're not stupid, or subtle and neither is Beca. Now, what happened and WHO THE FUCK DID YOU KISS!!? Sorry' Aubrey winces at her own exclamation.

'Chicago' Chloe's says in to her chest.

'Oh god Chloe, no! Not that simpering, mamas boy...' Aubrey is cut off by a sharp 'BREE!' from Chloe. 'Well...' She continues, 'really Chloe, why? He's just so, so... 'blah'.

'He's a nice guy Bree, you don't know him' Chloe is slightly on the defensive now.

'Neither do you Chloe, what you mean is he was nice to YOU. He gave you the type of attention you have been craving from Beca for so long, right?' Eyebrows raise, Aubrey waits.

'I hate you sometimes' Chloe feels like the biggest idiot in the world right now, surely there's a hole somewhere close that can just swallow her up.

'No you don't, I get it but why tonight Chloe? Of all nights? This was Beca's night? What made you choose tonight...?' Aubrey peers at her friend, trying not to judge.

'Oh god, I'm such an idiot!' Chloe hangs her head in her hands again, fighting the tears that are beginning to form again, 'I, I just, oh god Bree, I just couldn't take it again... I hung back to get a photo of the stage, when I came to catch up with you guys, Beca, she, she...'Chloe's throat closes over the memories playing through her head. Aubrey grasps her hand, squeezes her encouragement and nods for her to continue. 'Beca was with Theo'.

'WHAT!!?' Aubrey's eyes spring wider than is perceivably humanly possible.

'She was with Theo' 'Chloe chokes out again. 'He was holding her in a dip Bree, I don't know what happened between them, I didn't hang around to find out but, but...oh god, it was like someone threw me through time to the night we won the ICCA's the first time, I was watching her disappear with Jesse, all over again' the tears slowly made their way down Chloe's cheeks as she brought her head back up to look at her friend. 'When I turned around again, Chicago was there and I, I just...'

'Chloe...' Chloe isn't sure what's happening right now but Aubrey looks like she's about to lose it...in one way or another. Aubrey takes a deep breath and breathes out long and hard. 'Chloe...I'm going to say this very slowly, so that I don't lose control of my temper...' Chloe looks at Aubrey, a mix of the fight or flight instinct fixing it's markers cross Chloe's face. 'Bree?' She ventures cautiously.

'Beca...' Aubrey begins, slowly, controlled...'Beca noticed that you'd hung back, she, as always Chloe,...' Chloe struggles to hold her ground as Aubrey says her name pointedly, '...went to find you, as she turned in those ridiculous Goldmember boots they gave her to wear, her heel caught... and Theo caught HER... Now...'

Realisation dawns on Chloe's face... 'What have I done...' Eyes wide she spins, stumbling around the room, 'my phone, where's my phone!!?...BREE, MY PHONE!!!?'

'That's the fight I was after...' Aubrey begins, smiling slightly.

'For gods sake Bree, we can celebrate my return later, I HAVE TO FIND BECA!!'

Beca stands, head in hands, elbows leaning against the harbour wall. The image of Chloe, her Chloe...what WAS her Chloe and that, that...that douche bag man, playing through her head. She shakes her head lightly, trying to force the images away again and failing miserably.

'Need a hand there Cap?' Beca whips round in surprise to find Amy stood a few feet away, hip leant against the same wall Beca had been using as a crutch. 'Wow, didn't know Panda eyes was the new star style, but ok'. Amy shrugs nonchalantly, edging closer to Beca.

Beca wipes at the undersides if her eyes and sniffs heavily, desperately trying to compose herself. 'What do you want Amy' she bites, she knows she shouldn't but she doesn't want people right now. She wants peace, silence, space... She wants Chloe.

'Well, I knew better than to follow you when you skulked off earlier but... 'Amy reaches into her jacket pocket and pulls out Beca's phone. 'Your phone's been blowing up, LOUDLY, for like the last hour...I need my beauty sleep Shortstack! Well, obviously I don't NEED it but I like it...a lot!' And with that she tosses the phone at Beca.

Beca scrambles to catch it, 'Jesus Amy!' She exclaims, barely taking hold of her phone before gravity takes over. 'Ok...thanks, delivery made...enjoy your sleep dude'. Beca turns to start walking in the opposite direction, noticing quickly that Amy is following.

'Ammmyyy' Beca draws out, pausing mid stride 'go back to the hotel', she turns to stare the blonde down.

'No deal Shawshank, I'm your body guard...I mean at least until you hire one, I don't need the cash these days, thanks anyway'. Amy explains with a gesture towards Beca's general direction.

'I didn't offer to hire you Amy' Beca responds, biting out the words, getting irritated with this whole situation quickly.

'I don't get hired, I bless people with my presence Beca, it's a thing, ya know...a cross I have to bare', Amy shrugs as if it's something that shouldn't need explaining.

'I'm not getting rid of you, am I?' Beca relents, face softening. She's too tired to maintain irritation right now.

'Nope!' Amy pops the 'p' and winks at Beca. 'Now...you gonna give me the low down on that frown or what?... Sleep, remember...need some, so let's have it?'

'I don't need to talk about anything thanks dude' Beca turns back towards the sea, taking a second to try and stuff her emotions back into the boxes they should be locked in.

'Not even Red pashing with G.I.Joe?' Amy stops beside her. 'Beca'.

Those boxes need new locks...'Amy' Beca chokes out.

Amy pulls Beca round quicker than her feet can adjust to and lifts her into a hug.

That worked..'AMY!! Put me DOWN!!!' Beca wriggles herself free.

'Sorry, not sorry Cap, spill' Amy, for once, actually waits for a response.

'It's...its, I don't know, it's whatever. She's got some guy, if that's what she wants, good for her... Great, fucking wonderful! Beca slams her hands in to the top of the wall.

'Careful there Bec, don't lesbians need their hands for...' Amy dry heaves, 'sorry BM, not my deal' Amy shakes her head from side to side.

Beca visibly blushes, even in the darkened street, 'Amy, I'm not...we're not', Beca stumbles over her words trying to find some foothold that isn't going to mortifying her. 'What are you talking about?!' Beca finally huffs.

'I'm talking about Red and the aca-dictator banging down every door in the hotel trying to find you, I'm talking about every Bella hauled out of bed to look for you, I'm talking about my fine ass stomping around the streets all night so that your phone stops vibrating! I mean Jees', I'd understand it if you were in there but wasted vibrations, I'm just not ok with that' Amy finishes her ramble and Beca can't help the 'eww' that comes out of her mouth.

'Better get used to it dude, lesbians...' Amy starts again.

'I'M NOT A FUCKING LESBIAN DUDE!!!' Beca shouts down the empty street. Realising her volume might not be appreciated by the locals, she makes a quick appraisal of the immediate area to make sure they are actually empty.

'Ok...you're just in love with a girl then, right?' Amy asks.

'What, huh, no...I'm..' Beca stumbles again. You'd think she'd have gotten better at deflecting Amy's attention by now, she hasn't.

Amy stops her from trying. 'Beca'... 'Oh god' Beca thinks, 'not the face' but it's too late, tears starts to track down her face again as Amy stares sympathetically at her.

'Beca' Amy starts again, 'she's been waiting for you forever, one kiss from a random jockstrap doesn't wipe those years away'.

'Amy...please don't' Beca whimpers.

'She's stood by your side through everything life has thrown at you Bec, she's waited, and watched, and waited again...she wants you! I mean, no pressure or anything but I've had that bet on since our freshman year!... Again, no pressure but if you could get your head out of your kangaroo pouch, I could seriously be in the money...more in the money, 'cause ya know, millionaire' Amy punctuates the statement by pointing both thumbs at herself and clicking her tongue.

Beca, though a little shell shocked, 'You BET on us?! Dude!!?' She huffs out.

'Anyone watching Red chew on your butt cheeks with her eyes during 'No diggity' would've taken that bet Shortstack' Amy grins, pleased with herself.

Beca softens at the memory, a small smile finding it's way on to her lips. She's flooded with memories of Chloe, a coy smile during 'Just the way you are', eyes full of emotion, locked over firelight, so many lingering touches, countless smiles and so much joy...her heart contracts and she's brought slamming back to reality. Eyes slam up to find Amy's...'What do I do Ames?' She chokes.

'Well, I'd start by reading the four thousand messages on your phone if I were you' Amy grins at her.

'Shit, my phone' she scrambles through the pockets on her jacket, grabbing hold of the phone and yanking it against the material that won't release it.

Amy steps forward and retrieves it for her...'You have like zero cool points right now Cap, I'd fix that before you see the Ginger if I were you... Let's call that step 2 of our plan' Beca snatches the phone from Amy with a huffed 'thanks'.

Amy was only slightly exaggerating, there are messages from nearly all the Bella's. Mostly 'where are you's from what she can see from her home screen, one 'Peace be with you' from Lily...which is mildly more disturbing than her usual contributions. Aubrey's messages range from encouraging and sympathetic to military like orders of 'GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW MITCHELL!' There is only one message from Chloe...so many missed calls, but just one message. 'Beca... Please? Xx'

'Amy' Beca looks up at her friend...who whistles instantly. A limo pulls up seconds later.

'You seriously thought I walked? Lesbi-honest... 'She adds with a wink.

'You're too much Amy' Beca grins...and Amy adds 'So say all of us...get in!'

Ten minutes later, Beca stands in the hallway of their hotel room. It's been a strange experience not sharing a bed with Chloe for the first time in, well years almost. She looks at her phone, then at Chloe's door...back at her phone, she notices the time, .

She sighs and turns for her own room. Today has just been too much...she runs the card through the slot and the lock opens with a small 'ping'... She turns, making sure there is no movement anywhere else...Amy had hit her bed even before her rooms door had closed fully... Nothing. She resigns herself to tomorrow, although it's already here and she doesn't like it one bit. How exactly is she going to unravel everything that has happened today, yesterday...gunk, whatever...it's just a mess of emotions that she doesn't even know where to start with. She is all of a sudden more tired than she can ever remember being before. She shrugs out of her clothes, grabbing a shirt and boxers from her suitcase as she makes her way to the bathroom. She catches sight of her reflection as she enters, wow...'Nice' she rolls her eyes at herself and shuffles through her routine. As she flicks off the light on her way out, she hears the faint hiss of a door... 'Chloe' she breathes, heart catching in her throat as she speaks. She rushes for the door and out into the hall...nothing...she ventures out and the door clicks shut behind her...the card in her jeans pocket...on the bedroom floor...'Fuck!'

'Bec?'...Beca whips her head round as Chloe peeks her head out of her room. She steps forward tentatively into the soft glow of the hall light...there's a blur of movement and Chloe is holding her so tight she can barely draw breath.

'Thank god' she hears hiccuped into her ear and she finds the strength to wrap her arms around Chloe.

Red hair ruffles and she swear she hears Chloe breath her in, 'You scared me Bec.' Chloe whispers. Beca laughs, call it a nervous reaction and quips...'I scared you?!', quietly in return.

Chloe pulls back, nervous smile on her face...'Bec...I...' She begins.

Beca shakes her head gently, mainly to stop the tears threatening her eyes...'Chlo, I'm so tired...I...'

Chloe stops her this time with a finger gently placed on her lips. 'Lets go to bed, Bec...' Chloe turns and leads the way back to her room, all the way to the edge of the bed. She climbs in, not once letting go of Beca's hand and Beca follows blindly until they are led, one in front of the other, Chloe's arm wrapped protectively, possessively around Beca,s waist.

'I got you Bec, go to sleep' she whispers across the back of Beca's neck.

Beca holds fast to the hand around her waist and starts to drift, 'this has been a seriously long way round' she thinks to herself, laughter filling her head...she's an easy audience for herself.