A/N: The italics are flashbacks. Thanks for reading!

"Come on Jesse. I really need to finish this track. Can't you stay with her for just a little longer?"

"No Beca I really can't. I have to go to work."

"You can't take her with you?"

"Seriously Beca? I'm a police officer."

"Ok then. Fine. Yeah I'm coming home right now."

"Good. It's about time."

Beca rubbed her face with her hands. She just sat in her chair for a few minutes. Not moving. Not even thinking. Finally, with one last sigh, she got up and gathered her things.

Beca could feel Jesse staring at her from the doorway. She didn't look away from the spot on the wall she was staring at. Had been staring at for the past week and a half. She just kept rocking. He didn't say anything, and Beca had grown so comfortable with silence that she didn't say anything either.

"I brought you guys some soup."

Beca kept rocking. Jesse stood there for a few more minutes just waiting. As he was turning away Beca spoke,

"Why are you being so nice to us?"

Jesse had always been a caring person. Unlike Beca he came from a happy household, and was still on very good terms with his parents.

"Someone needs to be here for you. I begin to understand what you and Sam are going through, but that won't stop me from helping out in anyway that I can."

"You don't even know us."

Jesse didn't have anything to say to that. It was true. He didn't know them, but he had to do something. Jesse had seen Beca falling apart on the grass when Laurie had been wheeled out. He felt like he had to do something. If he couldn't do anything for Beca he could at least be there for Sam.

Beca was silent for a few more beats.

"We're moving Monday. I can't stay here. I have to do something, and I'll be stuck in this chair forever if I don't get out of this house. Will you help us pack?"

"Of course I will."

The move was quick. There was one filled truck and the house was empty. Jesse took Sam's hand and lead her out of the house while Beca took one last look. The only thing left was the rocking chair in the bedroom.

When Beca got home Jesse was just leaving. He stuck his hand out of his car window and gave a quick wave before driving off. Beca opened the front door and walked towards the kitchen. Sam was sitting at the table reading a book. She didn't look up as Beca walked in and opened the fridge.

"Hey kid. Have you eaten?"

"Yeah I have."

"What book are you reading?"

"Savvy."

"Is it any good?"

"Yes."

With that last word Sam got up and headed to her room.

"Alright. Good night, I guess."

Hell, Beca couldn't blame the kid. It's not like Beca had been the best mother figure these last six years. Jesse had been more of a parent to her. After that night Beca had sunk back into music as her escape. There wasn't anyone to pull her out anymore. She started staying later at the office and taking on more and more bands. Beca hadn't lost her passion for the music, but there was a different kind of steady determination. She hadn't taken a day off in the past five years.

Beca didn't forget about Sam. Of course not. Beca made sure that people were always there to look after Sam. She was never home alone. Beca just. Couldn't. There wasn't an excuse and Beca knew that, but that didn't change anything. Sam had lost two mothers that night. Beca hated herself, but she couldn't find her way out of what she had done to her family.

Beca shook her head at these thoughts, and she did what she always did when things got too difficult to handle. She got up from the kitchen counter and walked upstairs to her room. She spent hours at her computer making and perfecting mix after mix. After six hours she finally made herself go to bed. This was a game she played most every night. She would exhaust herself until she thought there was a chance the nightmares wouldn't come tonight. Most every night she was wrong. This night was no exception.

In the next room Sam was doing much the same thing. After reading for hours and finishing one book and getting over halfway through the next one, Sam made herself turn out the light. Just like her mom the nightmares started as soon as she fell asleep. This time there were two gurneys wheeled out of the house instead of just one.

The next day Sam was awake long before Beca. In the past five years Sam had become an early riser. In the beginning it was to try and catch Beca going to work, most of the time she caught Beca coming home from work, but now it was just habit. School was almost out for the summer, and it was good fortune that this Saturday happened to have excellent weather. Sam went out in the backyard and started to finish the book she had started last night.

She was deep in the world of the book, The Book of Lost Things to be specific, when she was jolted by someone singing in the yard next to hers. The voice was beautiful. Sam got up from her reading spot and wandered over to the fence. The woman was singing Titanium. Sam knew this song from all the mixes Beca had made. It was one of her favorite songs. Sam started to sing along to the song and harmonize with the woman. The woman looked up startled and put down her gardening tools she was holding, but she didn't stop singing. The woman had blues eyes just as bright as Sam's.

When the song was finished the woman's face broke out in one of the biggest smiles Sam had ever seen. Sam smiled back tentatively.

"You seem a little young to know that song. Come to think of it you seem a little young to have a voice that amazing."

"Beca, my-," Sam couldn't bring herself to say it, "um, she does mixes with that song, so I've heard it a lot."

"Oh ok. What're you reading?"

Sam was a little put off by this stranger's interest, but, surprisingly, she didn't mind too much. "It's called the The Book of Lost Things."

"I've read that! It's really great, but, again, seems a little old for you."

"Yeah well all the other books for my age are really boring. Besides, David is only a year older than me."

The woman gave Sam that mega-watt smile again. "Well you have me there. Hey, would like to help with my garden? I could use a little assistance."

"I don't even know your name. You're a stranger. The people I'm not supposed to talk to.

"If I introduce myself we won't be strangers anymore. Would you help me then?"

"I guess. I'm Sam Connolly."

"Chloe Beale. It's nice to meet you Sam."

A/N: Savvy and The Book of Lost things are real books. You should read them.