Bumper's smirk remained in place as he let his gaze take in the magnificent sight of Beca at his feet. This was the burning desire of revenge coming to its' close and he wanted to savour all of it.
Chloe watched with fear of a half conscious Beca in front of her, family?
"Life can be most surprising…" Bumper spoke proudly, "Because after it all, this," he pointed to Chloe, "is how we are brought together once more." His eyes gazed to Stacie and Beca.
Beca's gaze remained lowered, "Bumper-"
"Auryon?" Bumper, teased.
"You had always followed him so blindly." Beca stated.
"Like you can talk. Predatel'. (Traitor.)"
"No, he was the traitor. His greed changed everything in which we were taught to believe. That we were helping others for the good of the people. You think he loved you? That he loved any of us?"
"He would be proud of me." He accentuated every word with pride.
"Like father like son." Stacie commented.
Bumper sneered towards Stacie before his eyes turned to Beca, hitting her in the back of the head with the gun sending her to the ground.
Anger and worry flared in Chloe and went to stand only to feel Stacie's hand rest softly on her own, a silent plea that she doesn't move.
"You killed our father." Bumper's tone was venomous.
Beca silently thanked her mother and past training. The gas that was being filtered through the plane, Beca was familiar with. It was strong but Beca's mother had trained her in how to minimize her breathing, allowing her to say conscious. She wouldn't have long though; this tactic could only serve her for a little while, especially with her talking. She needs an oxygen mask, and soon.
Stacie knew of this and subtly she began to reach down into the back of her boot. Chloe saw this out of her peripheral and with a gaze to Stacie, the woman gave the tiniest of nods. Something was about to happen, and all Chloe could do was hold on and pray.
Chloe was also able to see Luke now; with a hitman holding a gun to him he remained still. The redhead hoped she conveyed that something was about to happen with the brief gaze they shared. It did, and Luke swallowed in preparation for it all.
Beca gathered herself, still leaning forward on her arms, "I had finally saw him for the fraud he was… I would not kill my sister."
Bumper scoffed, "Well, then... let me show you how it is done." He clicked the gun and was ready to fire.
Luke made the split decision to do something and turned, his elbow connecting square into the man's jaw that was behind him. This effectively knocked the hitmans' mask off place, allowing the gas to start filling his lungs. The hitman still held his gun but not for long with his focus on resetting his mask, Luke grabbed his arm and disarmed him of the weapon. Luke held the gun now, and sent it flying into the face of the man that once held it against his neck.
The hitman fell to the ground whilst Bumper raised his gun and went to shoot Luke, only Stacie drew the hidden knives out of her boot and sent them hurling through the air and into one of the hitmen beside Bumper, the other went into Bumpers' hand. Bumper dropped the weapon and hissed in pain.
Luke pointed his weapon at Bumper but was struck by a knife that had been thrown by another hitman, hitting him in the side of his stomach. The hitman threw another, but not before Luke took a shot at the hitman, hitting the man in the head, whilst the knife thrown joined the other in Luke's stomach. This sent Luke backwards to sit on the chair, wheezing in pain.
Beca turned her anger filled eyes back to look at Bumper, "Our own mother?!" she angrily spat. Leaning more of her weight onto her hands, Beca kicked her foot back connecting into Bumpers leg. This sent him to the ground but he pushed himself away into a backwards roll when Beca advanced to attack him.
Beca jumped up as another hitman, this one a woman, tried to stop her from hitting her master. Her attempt failed as Beca blocked her fist, the brunette moving swiftly as she reached around the woman and took a knife from her leg holster. Using the handle for more damage Beca punched the woman in the stomach and face, making her lose her footing and dropped beside a chair. Beca didn't hesitate in taking the woman's hand, placing it on the chair, and sending the knife down like a makeshift nail into her palm. The woman howled in pain.
Beca proceeded to take the woman's mask and secured it around her own face, urgently taking a big gulp of oxygen.
Chloe had wondered how it was Beca hadn't yet passed out, but from the sight of it she was nearly about to. In fact Beca looked out of breath.
Chloe's eyes snapped back to an action much closer to her. Chloe gasped and reflexively fell backwards into her chair as a woman had sent her fist right towards her. It was a lucky reflex on her part and even more so that Stacie now stepped in and began to deflect the woman's attacks. Stacie could only maneuver so far with the oxygen mask limiting her. Chloe watched them but her eyes snapped to the sight of Bumper charging towards Beca with a knife.
"Beca!" she screamed.
Beca looked up at hearing Chloe's voice, and found the woman's eyes fixated on something behind her. Bumper. Beca ducked low and tried to side step out of the way.
Bumper accounted for that move, and using a nearby seat jumped up and directed a blow right into Beca's stomach. Beca felt the wind knocked out of her and stumbled back. Bumper advanced and swung the knife towards Beca, and despite her efforts to again move out of the way, the knife connected, cutting along her upper arm.
Beca paid no attention to the cut, it wasn't too deep, and instead she swung her body up and around the chairs into the next aisle. Bumper had followed only for him, and near everyone else, to go suddenly stumbling forward.
The plane's direction had taken a nosedive, but it didn't last long as the plane leveled out once more. The turbulence remained bad however, and this told Stacie that something was very wrong up in the cockpit.
Chloe had landed onto the seats in front of her, and when she looked up, so had Stacie and the hitwoman. The hit-woman looked to be in rough shape with a large bruise already swelling up her right eye, blood trickling down her nose. The woman reached for Chloe and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. Chloe tried to pry her hand away to no avail. Instead she lashed out and sent her fist across the woman's face. In a last attempt Chloe again sent her right fist into the woman's face, and the left into her stomach.
The woman's hold loosened as she tumbled back, and Stacie took over, grabbing her by the shoulders she roughly pulled her up from the seat, and flung her backwards into the other seats.
Bumper stood once more, his eyes gazing around to see Beca still struggling to get to her feet. He turned to one of his hitmen, "See what's going on!" he gestured to the cockpit.
The hitman nodded and made his way to the cockpit whilst wiping the blood from the cut along his jaw from being thrown around the plane.
Bumper swept his gaze around the area, and instead of seeing Beca where she once was, he looked to find Stacie, who was making quick work of one of his associates. Taking a knife from his belt he lined up the shot, but the knife was hit to the floor, soon followed by himself. Beca had used her whole body weight into the power of her legs and sent Bumper to the ground.
Beca had used her time before to breathe in oxygen from one of the drop down masks. "Stacie!" she called out to her sister.
Stacie's eyes snapped to Beca's, "Follow him!" she pointed to the hitman half way up the aisle.
He's going for the cockpit, Stacie nodded in understanding and taking one last big breath she took off her mask.
Stacie stood in front of Chloe who was keeping low behind the chairs, "Here." She handed across a gun, Bumpers gun that had slid down the aisle.
Chloe nodded, silently telling her thanks and that she knows how to use it.
Stacie took long strides up the aisle, closer towards Beca and Bumper.
Bumper had pulled himself via one of the chairs, and as Beca sent her fist towards his face he grabbed her outstretched arm, having a firm hold. He sneered as he started to pull at her arm.
Beca grunted in pain and hit him in the face with her other hand. It didn't deter him, and instead he pulled harder. Beca screamed out, he was about to break her arm and she couldn't get free.
Chloe watched and raised her gun to shoot at Bumper, only she didn't have a clear shot, her arm shaking from the weight also.
Stacie had quickly advanced and used both her arms to capture Bumper around the neck. Bumper held on as long as he could but relented, weakening from Stacie's hold.
Beca pulled her arm free and cradled it to her chest, she back up to one of the seats and reached up with her other arm to receive oxygen.
Bumper was grabbing at Stacie's arms that were tightly secured around his neck. His eyes went quickly around the area trying to find something to help him.
"How about you breathe in this fine air." Stacie grunted, and reaching up she pulled the mask from his face.
"Fine with me." Bumper gasped proudly. Little to her knowledge he had been practicing around with certain toxic gases, and had slowly made his body more acceptable to the chemicals.
Seeing an exposed cut in Stacie's leg Bumper sent his fingers right into the wound. Stacie screamed in pain and had to pull away from her hold on Bumper.
Beca quickly took her last breath and using a chair jumped up, catching Bumper across the face just as he had begun to stand.
Stacie nodded her thanks to her sister.
Beca retuned the action and urged her, "Go."
Stacie turned and made her way up the aisle.
Beca turned back to the foreign sound, Bumper was laughing, full belly laughing.
He's mad… Beca shook her head, wishing that her brother could see reason, "Allen.." she said his name with such sadness.
"Ohh…" he laughed, "Don't get soft with me now Auryon." He pushed himself up, with great difficulty due to his wounds. Bumper seated himself into one of the chairs and had to stop, sobering from his laughter "You were always her favourite." He breathed.
"So you killed her?" she breathed out in disbelief.
His eyes glared into hers "I killed our mother, because she betrayed us! That is the rule for traitors. One I will carry out on you and Viper."
Beca could only shake her head, her father's venom was clearly set in and running through her brother's veins, "Allen-"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He jumped up and kicking out one of Beca's legs, he stepped around and took a firm hold of her head. Beca's hands quickly took hold of his, trying to release some of the pressure. She knew that she was in serious trouble. He now had her in a hold in which he could easily snap her neck in seconds.
Bumper took stock and steadied himself, knowing he had the advantage now, "That name," he shook his head, "I'm surprised you remembered it, and you chose to embrace yours huh? I guess Stacie finally got her wish of you having a life," he chuckled, "How'd that turn out by the way?"
"LET HER GO!" Chloe yelled and held the gun up, pointed directly at Bumper.
Bumper's heated gaze lifted to the red head, "I'll get to you soon enough sweetheart."
Beca struggled at that and Bumper held on tighter, making her stop, "Ah ah ah. Don't you worry, Rebecca." He spat her name, "I would see that you watch her die first."
"Chloe!" Beca gasped, in the back of her mind she could feel that the air entering her lungs was less harsh. A brief thought flashed through her mind that Stacie must be handling the situation well at the front of the plane, but she quickly hoped her sister would return soon. Her heart felt as if it could burst at the sight in front her.
Chloe felt a knife being held across her neck, and she froze.
"Drop the gun." The battered hitman behind her ordered.
Chloe's gaze dropped to Beca's, that there would be a plan, some kind of reassurance that she should fight, something! But there was only worry, panic and defeat.
Chloe let the gun slip from her grasp, thudding as it hit the ground.
"Bumper," Beca's voice was cracking, "Don't do this." Please no. Please no!
"Maybe I should get Stacie here, hmm? You were so quick to make the decision between her and our father, our legacy! So it would be interesting to see the choice you would make now between two women you love."
"I had loved our father Bumper."
"LIAR!" Bumper quickly pulled a knife from his back holster and drew it across her arm. Beca hissed in pain, Chloe's sob being heard across from her, "You picked a traitor over our father!"
"Stacie is my sister! You are my brother, I am begging you, please don't hurt her." Beca was shaking, she knew that her brother wouldn't relent, regardless she begged. She would see Chloe die and it was already beginning to break her down.
Bumper slid the knife down her side, just below her armpit on her right side. He became enthralled and lost in hearing his sisters pain, something he had only been able to dream of.
"Please don't!" Chloe sobbed, "I will pay you! I'll pay you more than whoever ordered me dead."
"That's not how it works red," his smile became tense, "This is personal."
He pushed the knife slowly into Beca,
"NO!" Chloe begged.
Beca grunted in pain, not wanting him to have the pleasure of her pain, instead she searched for Chloe's eyes, holding them intently, "Plan C.." she gasped.
The message clicked and Chloe let out a shivering exhale and sent her leg flying backwards, hoping to hit the correct spot, and she did.
The knife nicked her neck as the man stepped backwards, groaning in pain. Chloe turned, looking for a weapon, only to find that he was about to grab her.
"Kill her!" Bumper ordered.
Beca's arms were wild as she tried desperately to get loose from his grip.
The hitman stepped towards Chloe and brought the knife forward, only for him to be stopped by Luke. The gunshot sounded off loudly and they watched the hitman collapse. Luke was faint and dropping the gun he fell back onto a chair once more.
Chloe went to pick up the gun, however she went falling forward as the plane again lost its balance.
Everyone went tumbling around. Beca had immediately pushed Bumper away as they began to roll.
Chloe's arms reached out for a chair and held on for dear life. The lights on the plane flickering on and off, whilst other miscellaneous items were thrown around. Including bodies, which were moving too fast for Chloe to distinguish who were who.
The plane came to suddenly level out again, and Chloe's head hit the seat rather harshly.
Holding a hand to her head she stood and stumbled out into the aisle. Trying to regain her bearings she gazed around only to pause in horror at Bumper pointing the gun at her.
"CHLOE!" Beca screamed and ran towards Bumper who was closer. She sent her body into Bumper's but not before the gun had been fired.
Beca knocked the gun from his grasp and punched him hard in the temple, leaving him dazed. She looked over in terror, finding Chloe lying on the floor, unmoving, and blood trickling out around her.
Beca felt like she had gone into shock. No..
Bumper sneered at the sight, "How does it feel?"
Everything faded, her vision went red, her hearing like static, as Beca's hands clasped around his throat, "You killed her! SHE WAS INNOCENT!" I failed… I failed to protect her..
Bumper tried to fight, but it was no use. His body was weak, but Beca's fury was a whole other aspect. He could do nothing as Beca unleashed her fists into his face.
"Beca!"
The voice was barely reaching Beca's ears over the dull mute controlling them.
"Beca!" Stacie tried again.
"BECA! STOP!" Stacie ran over and pulled her sister back. Beca's tear filled eyes snapped into her sister's; the stream of tears running down her face took Stacie aback, her heart aching.
"He killed her." She sobbed, "It's my fault!"
"Beca, stop! Look at me!" Stacie ordered and pulled her sisters' gaze to hers, "She's alive."
Beca didn't respond, she couldn't.
"Beca? Chloe's alive, she's losing blood but-"
"What?!" Beca scrambled to her feet and Stacie tried to help but her sister ran to Chloe, finding Lily tending to her leg, "Where?" her voice was strict. Beca reached out for Chloe's hand, holding it in her own. The relief in seeing Chloe's chest rise and fall, that she was breathing, meant everything.
"Her leg." Lily answered, "No arteries appear to have been hit. But we need to get the bullet out."
"How long until we land?"
Lily stood from having temporarily wrapped the woman's leg, "With me at the wheel, not long." Her lips twitching into a small smirk before retuning to normal, "Help me get her into the med bay for now. She needs fluids and the doctor can start tending to her."
Stacie secured Bumper, tightly, before looking to her sister "Go, I'll get Luke and meet you there."
Beca nodded and carefully the lifted her up, "Is everyone starting to wake up?"
"Some are, some aren't. The gas was a bitch to shut off. You've probably been overexposed, you'll need an oxygen tank for a while."
Beca only nodded, "You were here the whole time?"
"Yes, I tried to save as many of ours that I could. Your sister and I had the same idea of getting to the cockpit. Hitmen shot our pilots and tried to fly this thing themselves. They've been neutralized, all threats have." Lily informed as they stepped into the crowded med bay.
Placing Chloe down onto a spare table Beca called the doctor over. The woman quickly began the procedure after taking another breath through the oxygen tank.
"Why isn't she waking up?" Beca quickly asked.
"She's lost some blood and from when I last saw her, she looked exhausted. We'll get her some fluids and get that bullet out. Miss Beale will be okay." The doctor reassured her, "Please why don't you-"
"I'm not going anywhere." Beca stated firmly.
Lily stepped in with some oxygen, "Here."
Beca wasn't interested; her concern was Chloe, "Here." Lily stated more firmly, "You'll be useless to her if you pass out."
Beca exhaled; relenting to Lily she took the mask and breathed in and out slowly.
"She'll be fine." Lily also reassured before she left.
"Auryon?"
Beca looked over to the doctor and took the mask away from her face, "Is she okay?"
The doctor gave a pointed look, "Once we are on the ground we can do more for her. Some of our equipment was damaged during the turbulence."
Beca's worry was etched on her expression.
"Please, let me clean your wound-" She walked towards her right side.
"No, Chloe-"
"Will be okay! Please, Auryon, you are still bleeding."
Beca hesitantly nodded, it wasn't until now that the pain was beginning to register from her wounds. Taking off her top she allowed the doctor to stitch her up. The doctor telling her that she was lucky the knife hadn't gone deeper, but would need to be properly cleaned once in a hospital. Beca only nodded, her gaze remained on Chloe who had been hooked up to an IV, her breathing was slow but would become rapid at times.
Beca's eyes were becoming heavy, everything was catching up to her but she tried desperately to push the fatigue away.
The doctor had finished with Beca and returned to Chloe, making her way around to help others as well.
A hand landed on Beca's shoulder and the brunette quickly turned, grabbing a small knife the doctor had left nearby when she had cut the stitching thread.
Stacie grabbed her armed hand and gave her a calming look. Beca quickly calmed and relaxed, handing the knife to her sister, "Sorry.. are you okay?"
Stacie nodded, "I'll be fine. I'll be looked at once we land…. You need to rest." She sat beside her.
"Bumper?"
"He's secure."
"Are you sur-"
"Beca," Stacie placed her hand on Beca's shoulder, "He's not going anywhere. He's been knocked the fuck out, so just take some time and worry about you."
"I worry about her." Beca's gaze turned to Chloe.
"She's been through alot Beca. She was running on just adrenaline. After some rest, she'll be okay."
"Will you take a look at her?" Beca requested.
"I'm not a doctor-"
"You are close enough out in the field. Please."
Stacie exhaled and nodded, her eyes became worried at seeing Beca's wounds "Have you been-?"
"The doctor stitched me up. I'm fine." Beca assured.
Stacie stood, placing a hand on her sister's shoulder, "Close your eyes for a while, I'll wake you when we land." She spoke, and then went to check over Chloe.
Beca watched Stacie make some comments and tend more to the red head's leg. After a while of watching over Chloe, she let her head tilt back and rest against the wall. Her eyes slipping shut before she could say otherwise.
Slowly, filtering back into consciousness, the muted sounds of people's voices filled her ears. Not able to distinguish what was being said, other distant sounds of people moving things, doors opening and closing, pushed her awake.
Opening her eyes slowly, she felt something heavy on her left arm. Chloe licked her dry lips, opening and closing her eyes a few more times before looking down to find Beca asleep, slumped over her arm.
She looked to have changed into a black singlet, her brunette hair spilling over the bed and her arm.
The faintest of smiles graced Chloe's lips, she tried to say something but her mouth was incredibly dry.
"Hey,"
Chloe looked to her right, finding Stacie standing by the wall, "Welcome back."
Stacie walked over and picking up a cup off a nearby table she held it close to Chloe.
"Easy," Stacie held the cup whilst Chloe sucked the liquid eagerly from the straw before sitting back.
Stacie placed the cup on the nearby table, "I had to come check on both of you." She told her quietly.
Chloe glanced to Beca.
"She wouldn't leave your side."
Chloe's smile soon slipped from her face, her eyes glancing over her lower leg finding that around her thigh was where she had obviously been shot. It felt numb at the moment. Chloe found that she couldn't recall much, the shot had been loud, the pain she remembers, and then it was dark.
"The Doctors say your leg will heal nicely. You were lucky. No permanent damage. It might take a little time to get back into things in terms of dancing, but you'll easily pick it up again with practice." Stacie informed.
Chloe only nodded, that was good news, but another question was on her mind. Her eyes glanced down at the brunette and around the sterile room before landing back on Stacie, "How long do we have?"
Stacie's confusion lasted only a second, she glanced between Chloe and Beca before realizing what she had meant. Holding her expression steady she replied, "I'm not sure…"
Chloe exhaled, "Is that man-?," rapid fire, another question entered her mind, "Is Luke okay-?"
Stacie placed a hand on her free arm, "He's been locked away, Chloe, and Detective Stroma will be okay. He's resting at the moment. There is much that the agency will discuss with you… for now, how about you spend this time together?"
Chloe gave a small genuine but sad smile and nodded.
Stacie searched for the right words before stepping back from the bed, "I'm happy to see that you are okay Chloe." Her words sincere and this made Chloe smile and nod in thanks once more, watching as Stacie took her leave.
Lifting her right hand she brushed her fingers lightly through Beca's hair. Beca quickly roused from her sleep and gazed around, sobering from her sleep in an instant her lips tugged into the biggest of smiles when she was blessed with familiar bright blue eyes.
"Chloe," Beca breathed out her name in relief.
Beca's hands wrapped around Chloe's left hand, "How are you feeling?"
Chloe could see that Beca had been cleaned up which helped with her own relief and worry for the brunette. She had been stabbed-
"You were stabbed- are you-?" Chloe tried to shift towards her only for Beca to stand and calmingly run her hand up Chloe's arm to settle her.
"Hey, I'm okay. The doctor stitched me up a while ago." Beca's face was solemn as she looked Chloe over once more, confirming that she was here, that she was alive, "You-.."
Chloe swallowed at the sight of how saddened and distraught Beca's expression became, "Hey," she rubbed her fingers over Beca's hands, "I'm okay."
Beca shook her head, trying not to cry, "I'm so sorry this happened to you Chloe… I didn't mean for any of this-… I tried to stop-"
"Beca you saved me." She tried to soothe her, "I'd hate to think of what would've happened if you weren't there… if you weren't with me."
Beca didn't respond.
The question gnawed at Chloe's mind, "Is Bumper.. is he your-?"
"My brother, yeah." Beca sat back down, "There is so much I want to share with you Chloe. Starting with this agency I used to work for permitted Stacie and I a pardon. One that allowed us to start anew, to have a normal life."
"Is Beca even your real name?" Chloe's tone wasn't attacking but it did demand the truth.
"It is. Our father gave us code names from birth. Auryon was mine. But our mother gave us real names, she called me Rebecca."
"And, Mitchell?"
"My parents didn't technically exist, so they didn't have a last name. When I asked once, my mother mentioned my grandparents, and that their last names were Mitchell." She shrugged, "We chose this when Stacie and I were pardoned."
"And now your not?" Chloe asked angrily in question to the pardon.
Beca's gaze softened and dropped to the sterilized white sheets.
"That's not fair Beca! They pardoned you!"
"We- I screwed up. We were meant to remain under the radar."
"So now you have to go?" Chloe bit her bottom lip to stop it trembling.
"Bumper will be locked away for his crimes. But there are others out there loyal to him that might come for you… that's not going to happen." Her voice strong and final on the matter.
"So stay," Chloe's hand held onto Beca's tightly, "Please stay with me."
Beca again looked away in sadness and defeat.
"I have so many more questions for you," Chloe started, her voice beginning to crack "W-we didn't even get much time together."
Beca leaned in close to Chloe, "I'm blessed to have had the time I've been able to with you… it was the first time I've felt something… something so real." Her eyes burned deep with these words, before she continued on,
"Most importantly that you've made it through this… I wouldn't have been able to-" Live with myself, live without you… Beca shook away the thoughts and images of Chloe on the ground not moving, it wasn't going to help.
The words Bumper had spoken on the plane ran through Chloe's mind, begging to ask if he was correct. She had to know, already it was beginning to gnaw at her.
Beca spoke first, "I will find those responsible Chloe. I will make sure that you are safe."
Chloe could only manage a nod in response. Her voice was quiet as she asked, "Do you love me?"
Beca's eyes snapped open wide, searching Chloe's. When Bumper had stated that she loved Chloe, there wasn't one part of her that protested or disagreed. She couldn't understand how in such a short amount of time… but she had come to care for Chloe an incredible deal.
"I care deeply for you Chloe,"
Chloe lightly exhaled in disappointment, Beca wasn't going to admit her feelings. Beca could tell that she sensed this and she dipped in low to regain Chloe's attention. It was insane, their whole ordeal and situation of what they have just gone through, and yet Chloe can't shake that real feeling Beca had earlier spoke of.
Beca swallowed hoping to push past the invisible lump that was stuck in her throat, "You're not making this any easier, for you or for me."
"I know that what I've been through isn't conventional by any means. This is something I'll never forget," Chloe sighed, she wanted to put all her cards out on the table. If anything from this, she learned not to waste time, "Fine. It's crazy. But I know that what I feel for you is real Beca. You want me to be safe?" her hands came up to rest upon Beca's cheeks, "Then stay. We'll talk to them, whoever you work for.. j-just please, just… try, and stay with me." Tears welled up in her eyes and she guided the brunette forward, resting her forehead against Beca's.
Beca breathed in and out slowly, "I will try." I'd do everything for you. She pulled back and placed a soft kiss on Chloe's forehead, "You should get some more rest." She pulled away more, placing a hand up to cover her mouth, and allowing the cough that had been building in her throat to pass.
Feeling drained Beca sat back down on the seat close to Chloe's left side of the bed, and she continued to hold the woman's hand.
"We could both do with some more rest," Chloe shifted to her right more.
"Careful Chlo." Beca stood once more and fought the sudden head rush, making her feel woozy.
"Come and lie with me," Chloe lifted the sheet up and patted the free area.
Beca scratched the back of her neck with a small smile, "I don't think the doctor would approve."
"To hell with that, get in here," She pouted, "Please?" I need to feel you close to me.
Beca began taking off her shoes, and slipped into the bed, "I suppose there's always Plan C if we are caught."
Chloe chuckled whilst her arms draped over Beca. Beca did the same with her own arms, running one hand through Chloe's hair and the other along her side.
Beca reflexively exhaled, the comforting feeling of Chloe beside her, washing away her concerns for the time being.
They lay there quietly with one another, utterly relaxed and calmed in each other's arms. Chloe snuggled in close, feeling safe. She turned to Beca as they watched each other with care and adoration in their eyes.
An innocently peaceful state that both women wished they could remain in.
"I know what I feel for you is unconditionally real." The words feeling natural as Beca breathed them out.
Chloe exhaled shakily, the words melting into her, warming and fulfilling her.
They watched each other more before Chloe's eyes slipped shut. Beca could feel Chloe's breathing slow, and she had the urge to cough again but tried not to in case she'd wake her up.
"I think you owe me," Chloe sleepily mumbled, she pulled Beca closer whilst bringing up the blankets further, feeling Beca shaking slightly.
"Hmm?" Beca's own eyes stung and felt like weights, no longer able to keep them open, they tiredly closed.
"How about a song?"
Beca stifled a laugh, which turned into a cough, "A song? How about a question about my crazy life instead?"
Chloe cracked a smile "Please," she opened her eyes and her smile dropped, she froze, "Beca?"
Beca forced her eyes open and slowly they focused on Chloe, "Fine, I'll sing you a song red, I just need some water first I think."
Chloe sat up a little in worry, "Beca, your nose."
Beca reached up and wiped under nose, her fingers showing blood. What?
Quickly Beca sat up, Chloe's hand came to rest on her cheek and taking a handful of tissues from the side table, pressed them up to her nose.
However the blood didn't stop, and only proceeded to pour from her nose. Beca shifted around and got out of the bed so as to prevent blood getting everywhere.
"I'll call a doctor." Chloe worriedly voiced.
Beca could only nod, the room wasn't stable anymore, it was spinning and it was only getting worse. Closing her eyes she tried to steady herself against the wall so she didn't fall. She knew what was happening, but couldn't voice her thoughts.
Chloe had pressed the button for a nurse probably around 10 times in rapid fire. Looking over to Beca she didn't look to be getting any better, "Beca? Beca?"
Chloe looked around and found some crutches, beside the table. It took a while but she was finally able to reach over and grab them. It was difficult at first but she was able to stand and turned to go to Beca, "Oh my god. Help! Stacie! Stacie! Someone help!"
Chloe made her way over to a gasping Beca who was slouched down on the ground, the woman's ears looked to be bleeding also. Chloe chocked back a sob at seeing this, she wanted to help but didn't know how. What do I do?!
"Don't!" Beca gasped, finding it incredibly hard to breath, she couldn't let Chloe near her, especially touch her.
Nurses quickly moved Chloe aside and soon enough Stacie had joined them.
"What happened?!" Stacie voiced in fear.
Beca continued to bleed, though the sounds in the rooms sounded distorted. Her hand checked and confirmed that her ears were starting to leak crimson red.
Leaning forward Beca vomited onto the floor.
"Get her on an gurney and into surgery now!" Stacie yelled.
"Stace-.." Beca blinked trying to see clearly, "Check her," her words were choked.
"Stacie what's going on?" Chloe sobbed.
"She's been poisoned."
Chloe could only watch as they lifted Beca, who was groaning in intense pain, onto a gurney.
"Will she be okay?!" her worried eyes turned to Stacie, whose expression tried not to convey how worried she was, but Chloe could identify.
The brunette could barely move but as she was wheeled out, she pointed to the chair she had been sitting in.
"Beca?!" Chloe called out.
Chloe watched her begin to seize before the doors closed, she near collapsed but Stacie helped her to sit down.
"What happened?"
"I-I don't-.. she-she was fine!" Chloe broke down, burying her head into her hands as she wept.
Stacie tried to soothe her, but desperately she needed to move them into another room, "We're going to have to move you to a clean room and check you out, okay?"
Chloe didn't respond but after two nurses entered, who were dressed cautiously to avoid possible infection, she stood and made her way out.
Where had Beca been pointing?.. Chloe looked to the left as she passed the bed and saw the gym bag she had been carrying since they left her apartment, which felt like months ago instead of mere days.
She didn't hesitate and made her way over, only for Stacie to step in front of her, "I'll check it out first, then bring it you. I promise."
Chloe gave a defeated nod and allowed the nurses to escort her to a quarantined room.
The process took a few hours. Doctors came in taking blood for numerous tests, checking the cut on her neck multiple times.
Chloe constantly asked on Beca's condition but they provided nothing.
Nurses and doctors that once flooded and raced around the room had now washed out, leaving her in the aftermath of overwhelming silence. She had been cleared of any poisons.
Chloe felt numb as she lay back on the new fresh sheets of the bed. Her eyes were bleary and unclear from the constant tears. She was exhausted.
Chloe had continued to slip in and out of consciousness. It seemed to be that way as time passed over the next couple of weeks.
Doctors would tell her of how her injury was healing nicely, that she would be able to dance within a few months. She would nod. She spoke to her parents, which helped her immensely, promising that she was okay, and that she would see them soon. The same process was done with Jess, who had been informed not to say anything which she passed along for Chloe's information.
They would ask if she would like to talk to a specialist about what has occurred. Chloe leveled her glare with the man, stating she wants to talk to Beca.
Again her request is declined.
"Tell me is she okay!" Chloe demanded.
He remained quiet.
Chloe once again calmed her anger, and leveling her glare, "I want to speak to Cynthia."
It was a couple days later that Chloe was ushered into a large conference room. Headed by Cynthia and three others. To say the meeting went well, wouldn't be incredibly accurate.
Chloe was stubborn and had a forefront angle of remaining silent until they answered her questions. This was quickly discarded when those in front of her showed the news broadcasts of the whole ordeal. That was only the tip of the iceberg however, with need to know details of the case being brought to her attention.
Chloe was quick to summarize that this secret organization had more power than she'd thought.
They had presented to her that they had spun the media, of which she guessed that they probably owned; far from the real situation being that a hitman organization had tried to kill her and in doing so blew up her Vegas apartment. Moreover that her parents had also helped in their arrangement.
Instead they advised Chloe that she had been taken to a hospital to treat for a leg wound due to the accident on stage. The explosion was caused from a gas leak in the apartment below, and it had been lucky that Miss Beale had been on her way to the hospital during this situation. Her parents had reported her wellbeing and thanked those for their wishes. Due to the events that had taken place, and resulting injury, Chloe had cancelled her remaining shows in Vegas, taking some personal time.
Cynthia had gone on to explain that she would be required to make a press release regarding the event, and that she was fine, but taking a break to rest her leg injury. Standing from the table, another agent who had identified himself as O'Donnell, handed her a document.
Chloe refrained from touching it. Instead she leveled her glare once more at Cynthia.
O'Donnell's unsure gaze blinked from Cynthia and the red head, "Miss Beale? If you could please look at these documents."
Chloe squared her shoulders, her gaze unchanging from Cynthia's, as she challenged the woman.
Cynthia was unperturbed by the woman's challenge, she had more then expected it.
The door to the large conference room opened and Cynthia internally sighed in relief but also seethed at the woman's late entry.
Chloe's eyes widened as Stacie walked past her.
Stacie was professionally dressed in a black skirt and white blouse, she addressed the room with her apologies of being late.
Cynthia only nodded, "Please take a seat Viper." She turned to her other colleagues, "Thank you both, you can wait outside."
Both agents shared a brief confused look before politely taking their leave.
Chloe's hard exterior slumped, leaning forward to take Stacie's attention, "Stacie?"
Stacie's sympathetic glance shifted to Chloe, "Hey, how is your leg?"
"How is she Stacie?" Chloe eagerly asked, ignoring her question.
Stacie sensed and could see that Cynthia rested back into her chair, giving the brunette the lead.
Stacie let a small sigh pass her lips, "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you, or see how you were doing. I've been kept busy." she gave a short glance back in the direction of Cynthia, "We-"
"Stacie."
Stacie's expression softened further at Chloe's tone. The woman in front of her near pleading for a straight answer, and that was understandable but the information she had, it wouldn't help.
Chloe could already sense this, her mind trying to prepare her already.
"Beca is in a coma." Stacie informed, "She has been since."
Chloe's only response was a shaky exhale, her eyes drifting downward to the table, briefly closing them to force the sickening lump in her throat away.
"Is-" Chloe took a moment to steady her voice, "What will happen?"
"She's being looked after by our most qualified doctors Miss Beale." Cynthia stepped in to enlighten.
"Chloe," Stacie shifted closer in her seat, "I promise you that we're going to find the person who did this." Her tone strong in that this was personal, "There's nothing I can we can do for Beca right now, but I know that she would want me to keep you safe, and that's what I'm going to do."
Chloe remained quiet, her eyes locked into Stacie's, listening.
"Please," Stacie reached forward to the documents that had been placed in front of her before, handing them to Chloe once again, "We need for you to work with us here, for your safety and wellbeing."
Chloe's eyes flickered down to the file, internally taking a moment to breath and wade through her emotions and thoughts; she finally took the file from Stacie.
Giving Chloe some time, she began reading through it, meanwhile the only words running through her mind was; What happens now?
Chloe had left the undisclosed location later that day. Stacie staying with her, she asked the woman to see Beca but was denied.
Stacie apologized; she herself wasn't even allowed to see Beca, which drove her mad. Instead she steered her anger into her promise.
Chloe was over talking, her eyes lingered out the window on the facility that Beca was still in, that she was leaving and would probably never see this place again.
Stacie placed a small duffle bag on the backseat of the car before climbing into the drivers seat.
"You ready?" Stacie asked, knowing that the next few days were going to be very busy for the red head.
Stacie turned on the ignition of the vehicle, yet to hear an answer she turned to Chloe. The woman gave her a brief glance, and with a shaky exhale she replied with a simple, "Sure."
After days on the road and numerous hotels, Stacie input the gate code and pulled the car up to its final destination.
Chloe's eyes gazed upon her LA home, looking the same as it did before she had left for Vegas.
"Come on," Stacie's soft voice interrupted, "There is a friend of yours waiting." She stated before stepping out of the car.
Chloe followed her lead, a small smile appearing at the thought of whom it very well may be.
Stacie grabbed the bag out of the back and watched Chloe eagerly make her way over to her friend that had just opened the door and stepped outside.
"Jess!" Chloe breathed out in relief, her arms encircling her friend, and confirming she was really there.
Jess only smiled, a tear slipping down her cheek, ecstatic to see that Chloe was okay.
"It's so good to see you," Jess sniffled and pulled away, her arms still lightly holding Chloe's.
Chloe wiped at her own stray tear and nodded, "It's good to see you too."
They both turned at hearing Stacie approach them with a timid smile she continued to walk past them, "Let's go inside?"
Chloe nodded and lightly limped in, following Stacie. Jess wore a concerned frown at seeing her friend limp, hoping the damage wasn't too serious. She had been told it wasn't, but she wanted to hear it from Chloe.
"Uhm-" Jess quietly hummed, though both women turned to her.
Chloe's ears perked at hearing others further inside, her gaze turned back to Jess.
"I didn't want to be here by myself-" Jess started.
"You weren't here by yourself." Stacie stated firmly.
"Well I wanted some close friends here." Jess returned with sass.
Chloe ran a hand through her hair, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips, "Jess…"
"Don't worry, I'll ask them to leave soon, but they insisted on seeing you before you left."
Stacie turned and left both of them to talk for a moment, checking to see who these others exactly were.
Following the voices she carefully peered around the corner into a large lounging area. Three men and four other women were in the room, all looked to be rather harmless. She could spot no weapons among them or ill intent as they spoke in hush of hoping Chloe was okay.
Stacie turned and made her way to find the other two, but stopped near the kitchen at hearing a strong feminine tone tell her to do so.
"And who are you?" The blonde demanded, her left hand nursing a wine.
Stacie's eyes wandered the beautiful figure, "And who are you?"
Her tone was almost teasing, throwing Aubrey off guard for a moment before slipping her mask back on.
"Who let you in?"
"Jessica. I was Miss Beale's escort home." Stacie informed, calming this woman with knowing that she was with the red head.
"Oh. I see. You're with the police?" Aubrey inquired.
Stacie let a small smile show as she walked towards her, and to her delight surprise, the blonde didn't move away.
"Sure." Was Stacie's simple reply.
"Officer?..." Aubrey baited.
"Yes of the police." Stacie informed, smirking internally at the blonde's clear annoyance.
Aubrey watched the long legged brunette reach her arm out and with a sweet smile, she reached into the fridge and took out a bottle of water, "And your name ma'am?"
Clearing her throat she gave in, "Aubrey."
Stacie nodded, taking a mouthful of water from the bottle as she stepped away from the fridge.
"Your name, officer?" Aubrey's tone demanding, which surprised Stacie further with how much the woman intrigued her, and most definitely in a good way.
She shouldn't but, "Stacie." She answered.
It was Aubrey's turn to nod and take a sip of her wine.
"You are a friend of Miss Beale's?"
"Yes. I work with Chloe. I'm a choreographer."
"A dancer?" Stacie smiled, "Nice."
"Yes." Was Aubrey's curt reply.
"That sounds very interesting though." Stacie started, "You're able to design and direct the movement of physical bodies into something of art."
Aubrey's eyes flashed dangerously at how Stacie described her job, loving the way she had done so. Stacie didn't miss this, feeling an interesting unfamiliar spark between them.
"Is it a tough job?"
Aubrey's eyes didn't once deter from hers, "It can be. But I find I have a knack for it. Directing and whipping others into shape and being able to execute the moves I order them to do perfectly, is something I excel at."
Jesus. Does this woman realize how sexy she sounds?
Stacie could only swallow, keeping a tight smirk on her lips, hoping Aubrey couldn't see that she had left a mark on her.
"Well it was lovely to have met you Aubrey." Stacie flashed her most seductive smile.
Aubrey let a small hum pass in agreement, "Likewise, Officer Stacie."
Reluctantly Stacie left the kitchen and went back to the hallway finding Chloe and Jessica still talking.
God they're still talking?
Stacie rolled her eyes, but her attention was taken by one of the women she had been looking for.
Finally.
Chloe stopped talking at seeing Amy walking down the stairs, "Amy?"
"Hey Red." Amy smiled, "Long time no see."
Jessica looked unsurprised, which tipped Chloe off that she must've been here for a while. This caused a chain of thoughts, and turning quickly on her heels she looked to Stacie.
"You're not staying, are you." Chloe stated more than asked.
Stacie pursed her lips, "No." her eyes turned to Amy, "Where is Lily?"
A small shift behind her and Stacie turned to find Lily right behind her. She wasn't going to lie that her heart didn't race a little. She clenched her fists for a moment, annoyed that she had been able to sneak up on her.
"You could do with a bell around your neck you know?" Stacie sneered.
Lily remained completely impassive.
Stacie continued a stare down with the woman, wanting to see a crack of some sort, always thinking she was some kind of robot.
"Elle est une blonde fougueuse. Ce n'est pas elle. (She's a feisty blonde. Isn't she.)" Lily stated nonchalantly in French.
Stacie's eyes widened, quickly turning into a scowl before looking back to Chloe with a blank expression, "Right! So Lily and Amy will be living with you now."
"What?" Both Chloe and Jessica replied in disbelief.
"It's for your safety." Stacie started, "They will remain here until the threat is dealt with."
"And how long is that?" Jessica asked, folding her arms.
"It takes as long as it takes." Stacie replied tersely, "But I won't rest until you are safe and neither will these women, and they will keep you safe."
Chloe only exhaled her eyes shifting from Amy to Lily, and then back at Jessica, "She's right Jess..."
Jess clucked her tongue and let her arms drift back to her sides, "Fine. But we have to discuss ground rules."
"You can do all of that, when I leave." Stacie declared, "I can speak for one of them in saying you will probably never hear her," her eyes glancing to Lily, "They have your schedule, so please let them know if you are going out, yes, they will accompany you."
"Fun.." Jessica mumbled, turning to Amy who was smiling brightly.
"We can be like sorority sisters." Amy stated excitedly, "Watch movies, and discuss TV shows. Who is Aya? Amiright?" she proudly smiled at being able to finally speak some TV show lingo with normal people.
"Do you mean A?" Jessica asked curiously.
"Ah yes! I reckon she might have killed Alex, oh and I do hope Chapman trips into a brick wall… you know nothing Chapman!," Amy mimics the red head's Irish voice like she had heard off the show.
Jessica gave a quizzical glare, "I can't even express how angry I am with how you've fucked that up."
Amy's smile dropped, looking confused.
Chloe shook her head in disbelief at where this was all going and looked back to Stacie, "Can I talk to you in private?"
Stacie gave a nod and followed the red head down the hallway into a spare bedroom.
"Here."
Chloe was confused and turned to find Stacie holding out a photo towards her.
Stacie urged it forward once more, and Chloe accepted the photo.
Chloe surveyed the photo, noticing Beca immediately though she was incredibly younger.
Stacie watched the woman's face soften as she moved back to sit on the edge of the bed. The brunette opted to leaning against a chest of drawers just in front of Chloe.
"Beca was just about to turn 9 when this photo was taken." Stacie faintly smiled, "Our mother had found a camera… which wasn't really allowed, but she wanted a photo of us."
Chloe could see younger Stacie with her arm around Beca's shoulders, smiling at the camera. Beca was a bit more shy and timid with hers, Chloe noted. Nonetheless it pulled a small smile on her own face at seeing the younger brunette. This dimmed as she thought of the different and violent upbringing Beca went through.
Chloe's finger hovered over the boy standing behind them, looking very professional with his own small smile, hands looking to be clasped behind his back, "Is that Bumper?"
Stacie gave a short nod, "Our father took an extreme liking to him when he was founded into the family. Brought into our own little family, our mother and father basically adopted him, raised him with us."
"It's the only photo we have of us as kids," Stacie went on to explain, "I uh-.. I didn't know Beca had kept it."
The room fell silent, Chloe's eyes still lingering over the photo. After a short while Stacie cleared her throat, "You can keep that. It was in her bag,"
Chloe closed her eyes, throat constricting and sore of her last memory of seeing Beca bleeding and sick, pointing over to the bag before being wheeled away.
"I believe she wanted you to have that." Stacie finished.
Chloe nodded, finding her voice, "Thank you."
"Amy and Lily grew up with us too," Stacie informed, watching Chloe's eyes snapped up into hers, "Yeah. So I know that they will protect you Chloe."
Chloe nodded and stood from the bed, "Thank you again, Stacie." she gave a small but genuine smile.
"Of course." Stacie went to hold out her hand but Chloe stepped forward and hugged her.
Stacie went frozen and tense for a moment before easing down from the shock, and giving the woman a hug in return.
"I will try to keep you updated on Beca when I can." Stacie whispered.
Chloe hugged a little tighter at that, "Please do." Before letting go.
Stacie stepped back and with a nod she made her way to the door, Chloe following behind her.
After Stacie had a brief word in private with Lily and Amy, she shook Jessica's hand and left.
Jessica was convinced that Chloe had been on autopilot for the weeks that followed.
She watched her friend deal with her team, all of which organized the press statements on behalf of Chloe. The red head taking to social media to express huge thanks to her fans for the get-well wishes, and that she was well on the mend.
A month later Jessica had accompanied Chloe back home for a visit to her parents. Who could forget the other two new roomies who of course joined. Amy passing for more of a boisterous new friend then bodyguard, but the trip went ahead smoothly. Chloe feeling a little more refreshed when they returned home.
Months blended into one another as they passed. They would take small trips out of L.A, to catch up with other friends, moreover taking a holiday from it all.
Jessica also noted how eerily quiet the other woman, Lily, was. Out having drinks on the back patio Jessica near had a heart attack at looking up into the night stars, only to find the tiny woman hanging upside down from the balcony. Eyes wide Lily watched the woman stumble back off the chair, her ass connecting with the wooden boards of the patio, scooting back even further away from her in shock.
"W-what the fuck?!" Jessica breathed out in surprise.
"I sleep upside down like bat." Lily mumbled in reply.
Jessica blinked a few times, wondering if she had heard correctly. Scrambling to her feet Jess had made a quick retreat inside, Lily hearing a murmur of 'The fuck?!' as she left. Tugging a smirk out of the tiny woman she continued her pull-ups before dropping down to the deck.
Jessica didn't want to be the overbearing friend that asked how Chloe was every day. The red head did well in slipping on a mask in front of others. But in privacy there was little doubt that her friend was struggling.
Chloe had been given a new phone, an item that didn't seem to be far from the woman's' reach. Jessica's strong assumption on the phone being; that if there was any information on the brunette, of whom seems to have captured her best friend's heart.
Jessica had let herself into to Chloe's room one night, hearing the muffled cries. Without a word she slipped into the bed and embraced her friend. Chloe soon settled into the embrace, calming herself before she spoke.
Jessica was open ears, her friend finally succumbing to explaining everything that had happened. Holding Chloe as she broke down, Jessica held her tighter; still trying to fathom herself how this had all came to be. She wondered how she had kept such a strong façade for so long, carefully asking if she'd heard anything further on the brunette.
Chloe only shook her head. Only knowing that Beca was still in a coma.
Jessica went on to suggesting that Chloe maybe talk to a therapist.
Chloe only shook her head again at that.
"I'm no therapist though Chloe… I- I'm not quite sure what to say." Jessica grimaced, wishing there was something she could do.
Chloe exhaled, "There's not much anyone can say… It's enough that you listen, Jess. Thank you for being here." Her voice a bear whisper.
"Of course, Chloe." They soon drift off to sleep.
Chloe was up early, carefully extracting herself out of bed so as not to wake her friend, she changed and made her way downstairs.
Grabbing a bottle of water, Chloe continued on into her work out room. Numerous items that were here for us, she had been using the treadmill and leg machines. It was painful at first, but had used that in furthering her work outs, her leg regaining its' strength.
Today she sought out the boxing bag, and wrapping her hands in the tape, her mind replayed last night. The replay highlights soon faded into the ordeal she had been through. Back in Vegas… Beca in bed with her the next morning, the way she smiled when looking at her was so pure. So full of adoration. Chloe ached as the scene turned to Beca in bed with her, her eyes so full of fear as she began to bleed.
Chloe's head sunk to the boxing bag, her hands holding onto it. The grasp of her hands becoming more and more tense. FUCK!
Just as quickly as the thoughts passed Chloe took a fragment of a step back, only to unleash her anger by pounding into the boxing bag. Her fists tightly clenched, and didn't relent. Swing after swing her knuckles connecting harshly into the bag. Feeling pain, Chloe pushed through, at feeling her tears begin to fall from her eyes she continued, but when a hand closed over her own, she finally stopped.
Chloe looked back to find her fist pulled back behind her, ready to continue the onslaught, but Lily's hand was preventing that.
"Let me go." Chloe firmly stated.
"Make me." Was Lily's simple reply.
Chloe scoffed, using her other free hand to wipe her tears. She knew she'd never be able to take on Lily. A sharp sensation in her hand brought Chloe back, hissing in pain she saw Lily holding her very bruised hand tightly.
"Make me." Lily urged.
Chloe inhaled and exhaled, her expression hardening again, and with all her strength she swung her free hand towards Lily. Lily simply side stepped, and stared at the red head. Whilst trying to pull her hand free, Chloe swung again, and again, and again. Continuing to miss the woman, she growled in frustration, sending her first again she tried to twist her other hand away to get free. Lily finally let go as Chloe twisted and turned, and was rather surprised by Chloe's attempt to kick her.
Lily blocked the leg, and kicked the other, sending the red head to her knees in front of her.
Chloe again hissed in pain from her knuckles and her leg, but just shook her head, burring her face in her hands.
"You're angry," Lily started, "I get that. But how about you channel that anger and use it to learn." She was yet to gain a response so she went on, "I can help you. If you'd like to, I can teach you how to defend yourself properly."
"I don't know if I can-.."
Lily scoffed, and this made Chloe look up in disgust that this woman was laughing at her.
"You've been through alot Chloe. It's not my intention to offend you, it's just that, yes, you can." Lily nodded, "I can see the fight in you, and you should to."
Chloe remained silent, looking at Lily with guarded curiosity, listening to what she was saying.
"So how about instead of hitting at nothing. You learn how to hit properly, with purpose and some actual skill. You can take your mind away on things, and you will focus on what I will be teaching you."
Chloe's eyes snapped up to meet Lily's, "You'd teach me?"
"You doubt me?" Lily returned.
Chloe only shook her head.
"Good. Now get up." Lily's tone firm and commanding.
Chloe wiped a few more of her tears, and with a quick exhale, she stood to face Lily.
Lily nodded, "Let's stretch."
Watching, and taking another sip of his scotch, the night continued on like any other. Smoke filled the air, sex and drugs everywhere. Attending this strip club for the past couple of nights, it wasn't until the third something caught his attention. A whisper, one that triggered him to move a little closer.
Leaving his drink on the bar, he followed the two other men, past the door that stated employees only. Quickly he took cover behind some stock crates, peeking over to see them talking in hush tones, the man well dressed man looking more than annoyed, whilst the employee seemed perturbed.
"What do you mean Hammell isn't here?"
The employee exhaled, "I'm sorry but Hammell can't take any requests. We're laying low for a while."
"I have money!"
"Please we just ask that you give us some time. Hammell will be more than happy to take your request-"
"Then where is he?!"
"As soon as he returns." The employee finished.
"And when will that be? Because I have no time to waste. I'm a good client of his and I'm sure he wouldn't be happy with how I have been treated." The black haired man huffed, fixing his collar as he did so.
The employee gazed around, his expression more than apologetic, "I'm very sorry sir. But Hammell will return, when he returns. Until then I can do nothing."
They both stood there silent for a moment, the employee speaking once more, "Can we offer you a free bottle of champagne, and a choice of two of our finest girls?"
The two girls appeared from around the corner, smiling sweetly in their lingerie, reaching out they hooked an arm each.
"Fine." The man agreed, "Bring me a good vintage of that wine!" he demanded as the two women led him off into a private room.
"Of course!.." The employee quickly answered kindly, before mumbling "you fucking asshole." Leaving he went back to the bar.
Taking this chance, he surveyed the area for any movement. Only hearing the light thumping of the bass music back out in the main entertainment area, he stood up.
Continuing through the back area, and following the exit signs, he heard the moans of women and men in private rooms before opening a back exit door and leaving.
Finding himself in an alleyway, he quickly and diligently moved down and pulled out his mobile once a safe distance away from the club.
It didn't take long before the person answered his call, "It's Stroma."
"What have you got?"
"My location." Luke whispered, scanning his eyes around the area to make sure he wasn't followed, "Hammell used to operate here."
On the other end of the line, Stacie stopped mid-walk, pulling herself off to the side of the hallway, "You're sure?"
"Yes. But he's left from here. Definitely on the run." Stroma informed, "I can have a team out here clearing this place."
"No… I'll be down there in the morning and we can check it out." Stacie replied.
"Okay."
Stacie had been in a rush, but with an exhale she spoke once more, "Thank you for chasing that lead."
They had both received tips and information regarding certain clubs running an illegal hit business. Stacie had checked two others but turned up nothing. Luke agreed to check the other two when Stacie received some news.
"That's fine. I'll expect you back here tomorrow then?" His tone questioning and perhaps giving some leeway to take another day.
"No I'll be there tomorrow."
"Okay… How is she?"
"… I'm about to see her now." Stacie's curtly replied.
"Okay. We'll talk tomorrow then. Bye."
Stacie hung up, and gazing towards the end of the hallway, she began in that direction once more. With a small inhale and exhale, she quickly strode forward and opened the door, her eyes quickly locking into Beca's.
"Hey Stace," Beca gave a faint smile, "How bad do I look?" she tried with some humor.
Stacie shook her head with disbelief, walking towards Beca she took a seat, "Not too bad little sister." She scooted her chair forward and took Beca's hand into her own.
Beca's small expression fell, "Was it really that bad?" she rasped.
Stacie allowed her eyes to soften, for Beca to really see that it was. She gave a nod at her sister and watched as Beca exhaled in realization.
"Oh…" Beca sat up in bed, taking a drink of water from the cup that sat on the bedside table, "How long have I been out?"
Beca turned her gaze to Stacie wondering if she had not heard her question, from the fallen look on her sisters' face she knew that she had.
"Nearly 7 months." Was Stacie's small but firm reply.
Beca exhaled, running her free hand through her hair that wasn't hooked up to an IV. Taking notice of the IV Beca wanted to rip it out and get out of the bed.
Stacie's hold of Beca's hand tightened and gain her sister's attention, effectively stopping Beca, "Give it some time," she tried to reassure.
Beca huffed, "I've wasted enough time as is. I'm feeling good! I want to go."
"Still as stubborn as ever when you nearly die."
Beca scoffed, her eyes gazing around the sterile white room, across the machine she had been taken off a few of hours ago.
"Is it all out of my system?" Beca asked.
"Well they wouldn't have taken you off that thing if they didn't know so."
Beca smirked, "Yes they would, just to see if my system crashes again. But so far so good." She gazed at the clock. Noting the time passing and how long it may take for it to start again.
A burning question snapped into Beca's brain like a lightening bolt, "How is Chloe? Is she okay?"
Stacie smiled, "She's fine Beca. She wasn't poisoned."
Beca breathed easy at this, "How is she? Why aren't you with her."
"Chloe's okay. Amy and Lily have been assigned to her. Everything is fine."
"Have we caught the person who did this?" Beca snarled.
"Not yet. But I have a lead and am leaving tomorrow."
Beca gave a firm nod, "I'll be-"
"No, you won't be." Stacie interjected before her sister could even finish that stupid sentence.
"Stac-."
"No Beca. You just regained consciousness yesterday! I nearly lost you, so you are going to fucking lie in this bed and take it easy!" Stacie was fuming, and she took a few deep breaths, regaining herself.
Beca remained quiet at her sister's outburst, which deflated her position, with a sigh she replied, "Fine."
Stacie only nodded.
"I'm sorry Stacie." Beca's tone genuine, gaining her sister's attention, "But I'm okay," she gave a reassuring smile to calm Stacie, to let her know that she was here, "I'm not so easy to kill."
It was Stacie's turn to scoff; she couldn't debate the statement "Apparently not."
Beca could see in her sisters' eyes the unspoken words of; But they came close. Too close.
Beca's hand rested over Stacie's, they sat quietly, taking comfort in being together, alive.
"Where is Allen?" Beca asked.
"Locked away."
"Where?"
"They won't tell me." Stacie quietly replied.
Beca gazed around the room, thinking, "Do you think they'll kill him if they haven't already?" I could go see him… get a lead on who the client was.
"Does it matter?" Stacie's tone uncaring.
Beca leveled a glance with Stacie, to which she raised her eyebrow thinking her sister was joking, "He nearly killed you, Beca. They didn't tell me where he is for a reason."
Stacie shifted in her seat, "He's done horrible, horrible things Beca. Bumper will no longer be a threat to anyone." Her words firm, hoping this was enough for Beca.
The brunette nodded, biting over her bottom lip, "How is Chloe, Stacie?"
The words hung in the air, Stacie trying to conjure the right response.
"Does she know that I'm alive? What ha-"
"Beca." Stacie started by stopping her sister from rambling, once she settled she continued, "She is doing fine. Her leg injury has healed completely. I believe she's taking a break at the moment. Enjoying some free time for herself."
Beca nodded, eagerly listening wanting to know more.
"She doesn't know your alive Beca… Chloe knows that you're in a coma, and.. perhaps-"
"No." Beca's face hardened, knowing where her sister was going with this. Chloe needed to know; she wanted her to know that she was alive.
"Beca," Stacie's tone appealing.
"No."
"Beca, you can't see Chloe again. If given the all clear you will return out into the field, that was the deal."
Beca's burning gaze shot into the wall in front of her, not wanting to look at Stacie.
"Do you really want to put her in danger again? Isn't it better that you allow her to move on?... Beca, that-…" Stacie shook her head, "That isn't a life that we get the luxury of having. We don't exist in that world."
Beca remained eerily calm and quiet despite her hardened expression and demeanor, she knew she was being watched after all. Biting the inside of her cheek, and relaxing her thoughts.
"Thank you for that information." Beca meekly replied, Stacie's face falling at seeing her sister's barriers stacked up high, "I assume that I will be trialed this week and once I pass, I will be assigned to a new mission. I should rest until then."
Stacie kept her composure, not allowing her expression to fall further, but she was incredibly saddened. Smoothing out her skirt Stacie stood from her chair, "Of course, I will leave you to rest." Leaning forward to give Beca a hug, she was beyond relieved when she didn't pull away, "I will keep you updated. I love you." She whispered.
"Please don't let me be dead, to her I can really be alive."
Luckily Stacie's poker face kicked in, her mind in shock at her sisters' disheartened tone and heartening words. With only a small nod, Stacie left the room, slowly permitting the long exhale she had been holding to pass her lips as she continued walking.
Beca watched her sister leave, a huff leaving her lips as she sat back on the bed. Again her mind was a wild mess, revolving around Chloe, and she was going to have to clear it. Her mind needs to be in the right place, it was only a matter of time before CR would step through the door and she would begin her assessment.
Is she happy?...
Shaking her head, Beca didn't have any further time to dwell as a doctor stepped into the room, "Auryon," he picked up her clipboard, reading over the new sheets, "How are you feeling today?"
"Have you been waiting long?"
Stroma turned to the voice, finding Stacie who was donning a short blonde wig.
"No. How are we doing?"
Stacie sighed, stopping in front of the detective, "We're cross-checking Hammell through our database, along with any known aliases, see if anything comes up."
"Okay," Stroma nodded, his arm lifting to point down the alleyway, "The club is just down there."
"Purple neon sign?"
"Yeah."
"I'm going to scope out the place." Stacie started walking towards the establishment only to feel a hand close over her shoulder, immediately turning she grabbed the hand.
"Take it easy would you." Stroma ordered, to which Stacie dropped his hand, "You can't just walk in there, they could know you."
"Oh, I'm hoping on it." Stacie nodded with a smile, walking forward once more.
"Hey!" Stroma snapped, Stacie stopping with an exaggerated sigh, "Want to fill me in?"
"This place is going to be cleared out. You and I have," Stacie checked her watch, "20 minutes to try and search this place before then."
"Cleared out?"
"People I work for are going to swarm this place. We'll entrust your department to deal with those you've catalogued coming in here for deals."
How did she?-.. Stroma only nodded, "Why not just wait till your agency gets here?"
"A surprise attack can be a great advantage," Stacie's face hardened, "especially one from me."
"What am I doing here then?"
"I trust you. I know you'll have my back." Stacie informed genuinely. She was good, but an extra set of eyes, ones that she could trust, is another great advantage in any similar scenario.
Stroma was surprised by her words but gave a nod in agreement. Both of them began walking to the establishment, Stacie stating her plan of going in through the back. Stroma was probably a familiar face, he'd be fine to watch the front. Discussing their tactics as they walked, Stroma stopped Stacie once more before they went in.
"How is she?"
"Why do you care?" Stacie snapped, but quickly her mind assessed the possibilities, her eyes shining with realization, "Chloe asked you."
Stroma had been surprised to hear from the singer. Receiving a call from Chloe about 2 months after the incident she wished to thank him and ask if he could see her. Better to talk in person then over the phone.
He had agreed and Chloe thanked him immensely for everything. Both agreeing to keep in touch, Chloe had subtly asked to keep an ear out for any news on Beca.
Stroma respected the trust that Chloe had in him to keep a quiet eye out for the brunette. Of course, his leads were limited being a detective and not knowing all too much about this organization.
Stroma sighed, "She asked if I were to hear anything-"
"You've heard nothing." Stacie spoke harshly, swallowing the lump in her throat, "What have you told her?"
"Nothing yet."
"Keep it that way, Stroma."
Stroma knew she had left due to some news relating to Beca, and if he were to guess, it seems likely that the news wasn't good. It would help no one if Stacie went on with clouded judgment and grief.
"Look if you want me to handle this I can." Stroma's offered.
"No, I need to be here. We'll talk about this later, right now we need to go."
Stroma gave a firm nod and they both split up to head inside, flicking his gun off safety before slipping it into his jacket.
"Chloe?! Chloe have you seen my brown strap bag anywhere?" Jessica yelled, ripping the pillows from the couch to try and find it.
"CHLOEEE?!" Jessica stood in her spot and yelled out again, her eyes gazing around the room and waiting for a response. Still she did not get one.
"Brown strap bag with a gold band around the front?"
Jessica turned to the loud voice, finding Amy holding it up.
"Yes!" Jessica's smile soon faded, an inquisitive stare burning into Amy, "Did you take my bag again?"
"No, this is nonsense. Why would I do that?" Amy remained calm in her reply.
"Good, so I'm not going to find food stains anywhere on my bag again?"
Amy shrugged, "How would I know. I am a good housemate returning ones bag to her."
Jessica cautiously walked forward, reaching out she took the bag and turned it around. Inspecting the bag she couldn't find anything out of place and smiled, "Thank you."
"Of course." Amy smiled, "If you are looking for Chloe she is with Lily."
"Right." Jessica nodded, going through her bag to find her purse. Jess knew that Chloe had been training with Lily for a while now. Taking it upon herself she had joined them a few times, learning some neat defence tricks from Lily. She was concerned for her friend however, her focus in the sessions very… well very intense. But there was no doubt that the sessions were helping her friend.
Ah-hah! Jessica beamed at feeling the familiar feel of her purse.
"You are going out?" Amy asked as she took a sip of her drink.
"Yea-" Oh my god did something just move over my hand?! Jessica froze.
"Okay, well I will go with you then. I want to get out of the house for a bit anyway, creeps me out when I can't find Lily's pet."
Jessica's eyes blew wide, "NOOOAHAAHH!" throwing the bag on the floor, clutching her purse to her chest.
"Ah you found it?" Amy smiled in relief.
"EERUUGHH," Jessica cringed, knowing it was the tarantula that went over her hand, "FUCK NO!"
"Oh, no?, you didn't find it?" Amy was confused, still she took a sip from her drink.
"Am-YYYYY!" Jessica watched the tarantula crawl its' way out of her bag, "BURN THAT FUCKING BAG! I am sooo done!" She quickly left the room calling out for Chloe again.
"Jessica doesn't like your pet either, Lily." Amy huffed as she walked over to the bag.
Lily soon appeared from around the corner and swooped up her pet, "He is harmless."
"It is creepy." Amy stated before picking up the bag, "But please thank Jeevs for my new bag."
Lily rolled her eyes before placing the spider on her shoulder.
"How is the fireball?" Amy asked.
"Still learning," Lily smirked, "But doing good."
"I require a sandwich!" Amy stated before making her way out of the room, "Food my friend?"
Lily didn't reply, knowing that she was being watched. She quickly turned to deflect Chloe's attack as she moved in. Successfully Lily dodged Chloe's thrown fists, and instead she moved her hand up to her own shoulder.
Chloe tried for a kick, only for Lily to grab her foot, and then spin her away. She expected Lily to take her down, but in feeling something crawling up her leg she stopped.
Lily's lips twitched into smirk, watching as Chloe's eyes grew wide, "Don't be afrai-"
"Lily!" Chloe screamed in horror.
Amy quickly burst into the room, half a sandwich in her mouth, "Mumph herff?"
"Without food in your mouth." Lily stated in annoyance of the disgusting habit.
Amy took a seat on the couch, seeing that everything was okay. Well sort of.
Chloe's face held disgust and then quickly turned to frightened when she tried to remove the spider. Jeevs was fast and rapidly moved up Chloe's body and onto her arm.
"Chloe! I've been looking for you!" Jessica rounded the corner, only to watch Chloe throw her arm with a squeal, she had little to no time to react at feeling the spider hit her face.
Jessica's distraught scream made Lily grimace, hoping that she would still have her hearing in tact.
"Oh my god, Jess! I'm so sorry!" Chloe raced over to help her friend.
"I fucking hate you!" Jessica screamed, the spider was gone from her face, guessing that her attempts to be rid of it worked, "Ohhh my god! Is it gone?!"
"I-" Chloe looked around and couldn't find it anywhere.
"You know what, I'm gone! So done." Jessica declared, "I need a bath, a super face wash, I need candles, can someone please, please get me a bottle of wine.." Jess continued to mumble her list, "Or several." all the way up the stairs.
"She is most amusing your best friend." Amy stated with a boisterous laugh.
Chloe exhaled, wiping her forehead with her hand.
Lily walked over to find Jeevs on the couch, picking him up she told Chloe, "Nice try. You're improving." Before walking out of the room.
Chloe let a small smile show at this praise.
"Well look at you my friend!" Amy jumped up from the couch, "Becoming strong! You are not so puny, but still I could probably crush you. I won't, that's not what I am here for… Hm, but even if I was not here, I assure you, I still wouldn't want to. We are friends!"
Chloe grinned at Amy's usual nonsense rambling, always amused by it, "Yes we are Amy. We still have our lesson later?"
"Da." Amy gave a firm nod before also leaving the room.
Chloe exhaled and made her way upstairs to get changed. Walking into her bedroom she took off her top leaving her in her work out bra. The loud Titanium ringtone took her attention, picking it up she read no caller ID on the screen.
"Hello?"
"It's Stacie. This line is secure."
"Oh, hey."
"How are you?"
"Good and you?"
"…"
Chloe took the phone away from her ear, seeing that they were still connected she put the device back to her ear, "Stacie?"
"We'll have those that meant you harm in custody soon. We've got some good leads."
Chloe deflated a little, "Th-that's great, Stacie." It had been a few weeks since she last heard from Stacie, "That's really great news."
"Yes.. it is."
Chloe could hear nothing else over the line when Stacie stopped speaking.
"Uhm, is-is there any news?" Chloe hesitantly asked.
"Actually I'm downstairs. Amy let me in."
Chloe's head snapped up to her bedroom door, "Oh- uh… I'm upstairs. Give me a minute and I'll be down."
Her heart was racing. Quickly she threw on a spare top from the floor and nearly jogged down the stairs. Finding Stacie standing in the hallway, phone still pressed to her ear she gave a small wave.
"Sorry," Stacie spoke to her, pointing to the phone, "Yes I have to go now. I will call back soon." She hung up and turned her attention to Chloe, "Hey it's good to see you again."
"Likewise Stacie." Chloe wanted to hug the woman but something just didn't feel like this was a casual visit. There was something hanging in the air and Chloe was honestly afraid of what it was.
"Beca is alive." Stacie decided for the directive approach.
Chloe exhaled, extreme relief washing over her, "C-can-," Chloe cleared her throat, trying to gather her thoughts, "How is she?"
"She's doing okay. There seems to be no permanent damage."
Chloe opened her mouth to ask more questions but Stacie held up her hand, her expression solemn, "Look Chloe, I came here in person to tell you this, but there isn't much more I can tell you."
Chloe shook her head, What? No-no that isn't good enough, "Where is she?"
Stacie sighed, "I can't tell you that-"
"Stacie!"
"I don't know where she is, Chloe…" Stacie's response firm, watching Chloe's face fall, "Even if I did I wouldn't be able to say."
"Beca's been sent back out on a mission?" Chloe's voice sounded weak, she cleared her throat to be rid of that, and crossed her arms.
Stacie nodded, "She was cleared to be back out in the field. That's all I know."
Chloe was trying to read Stacie's expression, something else was fractured, "What is it?"
Stacie hid her surprise at Chloe's read on her, instead she crossed her arms as well, "I think you should try and forget about her."
Chloe did not expect that, her arms falling back to her sides, "What?' her voice soft.
"I-I'm sorry, Chloe, it's just…" Stacie dropped her hardened demeanor, "Beca can't be who you want her to be. You can't have a normal life with her, and I don't think you should wait for her… and I don't think she'd want you to either. She'd want you to live and be happy."
Chloe only shook her head, a bitter smile playing across her lips, "Be who I want her to be?.. She's exactly who I fell in love with when we were together… It was real!" she breathed out, and then in, it had to have been.
Stacie opened her mouth but the buzzing of her phone took her attention, knowing she had run out of time, "I'm-.. look, I'm sorry Chloe." She reached into her pocket, taking hold of her phone, "I don't want to hurt you, or Beca. She asked about you as soon as she woke, and I told you before that I wish things were simple for the both of you.. but it never will be. You deserve to be happy."
"Yeah." Chloe wiped the tear that fell from her eye, cursing herself for letting it show.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." Stacie answered the call, "Yes, sorry.. give me one moment." She pressed mute on the screen, her eyes turning back to Chloe, "I'll call you again soon, okay?"
Chloe only nodded.
Stacie pursed her lips, reluctantly she unmuted the call and left.
Chloe watched the door. Stacie walked out 10 minutes ago and still she stood there, unmoving.
"Chlo?" Jessica asked from the top of the stairs, she had come down to get a drink and heard most of the conversation. Her friend didn't respond and quietly she made her way down the stairs and pulled Chloe into the kitchen, "Care for some wine?"
"Yes." Chloe breathed out.
Jessica pulled out a bottle and two glasses, and both of them going back upstairs she sat with Chloe, running her friend a bath.
Chloe opted for a drink straight from the bottle as she sat on her bed.
Jessica was worried, her best friend sat with the same forgone expression she had worn for the first few months since returning home. "Chlo?"
"She's awake," Chloe's voice cracked, "She's alive."
Jess didn't need a name, she knew exactly who Chloe meant. Checking that the water was warm enough she turned off the tap and taking the bottle from Chloe she helped her friend.
Chloe continued to drink from the bottle while she spoke to Jess who sat away from the tub. Again she was incredibly thankful for her friend, needing someone to talk to, though Chloe wasn't sure if she was making sense anymore.
Jess didn't hesitate in bringing another bottle of wine up, knowing her friend might need a drink tonight. Meanwhile, Chloe had dried herself off and changed, lying on her bed, Jess soon joined.
They continued to drink, losing track of time. Jess could see Chloe fading into sleep, barely able to keep her eyes open.
"Come on, you should get some sleep." Jess spoke softly, helping pull the covers up over Chloe.
"W-what should I do Jess?" Chloe drunkenly mumbled, "Will I ever see her again?"
"I don't know Chloe," Jessica sympathetically replied, "You need to get some sleep okay?"
Chloe didn't answer, only turned away, curling herself further into the bed.
Jessica sighed, taking her leave she flicked off the light.
A/N - Apologies on the delay. Been a busy year, and having moved across the world it's been difficult to find time to write. I will be continuing though :)
Thanks for the continuous support! x