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Kimmy-Jin disliked her roommate. Like, a lot. The annoying white girl had an obnoxious obsession with music, and she was up at all hours of the night with her laptop glowing. Although ever since she'd joined the group of singer girls, she'd been out of the dorm more frequently. However, if there was one thing that Kimmy-Jin could appreciate about Beca was her lack of communication.

After their initial meeting in which Beca had attempted to establish a friendly relationship which Kimmy-Jin was more than willing to admit that she shot Beca down mercilessly, they were quiet. Two ships passing in the night. There was no awkward invitations to 'hang out', no idle chitchat, and Kimmy-Jin would have it no other way. That's not to say she hated hanging out with other people. It just had to be people she tolerated, such as the members of Barden's Korean Alliance. So Kimmy-Jin and Beca had settled into a wonderful rhythm. They wouldn't talk and they wouldn't associate with each other; they would just walk into the room at all hours of the night and glare at the other.

However, one night when Kimmy-Kin came back from a field trip with the Korean club, she came home to an empty dorm room. Literally. All of the white girl's stuff was gone, leaving behind a wonderfully blank room. On what used to be Beca's desk, there were two envelopes and what looked like a sticky note. Kimmy-Jin strode over (considering their shoebox of a room, it wasn't really that hard) and looked at the envelopes. On one in remarkably graceful handwriting was the word 'Dad' and the other 'Bellas'. Kimmy-Jin decided to bypass the letters and instead scooped up the post-it note. Written in the same scrawling writing was a short note addressed to the Asian. Kimmy-Jin skimmed the note and her eyebrows shot up in surprise. However, who was she to deny a final request from an almost ideal roommate?

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed the number at the bottom of the note. "Hello, Dr. Mitchell? Yeah, my name is Kimmy-Jin, I'm Beca's roommate. You need to come to our dormitory now." There was a pause and then, "No, she's fine. You just… you just have to come over here right now." With a dramatic jab of her finger, Kimmy-Jin ended the call. Huh. There was a much more satisfactory feeling when she used to be able to slam a flip phone shut. Oh well. Kimmy-Jin went over to her own desk and started on her Biology analysis. So what she was now lacking a roommate? That didn't mean that she was going to just ignore her paper.

Dr. Warren Mitchell all but sprinted across the quad. As he glanced to his right, his brain vaguely registered a group of students gathered underneath the tree that his daughter often sat beneath for hours at a time. The reminder of Beca had Dr. Mitchell going even faster. Well, as fast as a tenured English professor can run. Soon, but not soon enough, Dr. Mitchell was bounding up the stairs to his daughter's third floor dorm room and skidding to a stop in front of room 325. He knocked hastily on the door and tapped his foot incessantly as he waited for it to be answered.

Kimmy-Jin had barely pulled the door open when Dr. Mitchell shoved his way in and looked around wildly. It took him a second to register that Beca wasn't even in the room. It took him another second to realize that none of her stuff was either. Dr. Mitchell was very confused and desperately needed answers, yet he couldn't form a cognitive thought at the moment, much less an actual question.

Fortunately, his daughter's roommate seemed to know what he was thinking and she said in a curt tone, "She's gone."

The ever so educated and brilliant mind of Dr. Warren E. Mitchell could only come up with the intelligible response of, "Eh?"

"Beca's gone," Kimmy-Jin repeated slowly.

"Oh," Dr. Mitchell gasped. "Oh." With no amount of grace, the professor fell back on what used to be his daughter's bed, which was now void of any sheets or pillows. Dr. Mitchell leaned forward and grabbed his head in his hands and just sat there in silence. Once again, Kimmy-Jin seemed to know what was going on in the older man's mind and she left the room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

Right before she left, however, she told her ex-roommate's father, "She left you a letter. It's on the desk." Dr. Mitchell gave no indication that he'd heard the girl speak but she left anyway. Dr. Mitchell didn't move for a while until finally he got up stiffly and retrieved the plain white envelope from the desk. With the envelope gingerly in his hand, Dr. Mitchell went back to the edge, perched right on the edge. He warily thumbed the envelope with the single word 'Dad' scrawled on it in Beca's handwriting. Dr. Mitchell stared at the envelope for another moment, more than a little hesitant to see what was inside.

Contrary to popular belief, Warren Mitchell wanted absolutely nothing less than the best for his daughter. He'd thought that coming out to college, being around others her age and interacting with new people, would draw Beca out of her self-imposed shell. But now Warren was facing the very real reality that Beca hated him for doing his best and would never want to talk to him again. Finally, he mustered up the courage to gently slit the envelope open and pull out the folded letter within. It took him a little more time to unfold the paper and force himself to read the words on the page, the entire time holding his breath in fearful anticipation.

Dear Dad,

At the beginning of the year I resented you. Like a lot. I thought you were trying to force me to be something I'm not in a place I didn't want to be at. Now, though, I get it. I really do. You wanted what you thought was best for me and I really am grateful of that. So I tried Dad. I really truly did. I just wasn't happy. So I'm going to L.A. I got a job offer at a record production company. I know you don't think I can make a job or career out of this, but I love it and I'm going to take this chance. I know this isn't what you wanted from your kid, but I'm going to do my best and I think I have a better chance of being happy. At the end of the day, I'd rather be like me than be like you. And if you don't want to talk to me anymore, or if I've disappointed you too many times, I get it. Just thought I'd tell you I love you and I'm sorry. If you want to stay in contact, I'll text you with my new cell number as soon as I get settled.

Love,

Beca

Dr. Mitchell smiled to himself sadly. Yes, at the end of the day, all he'd wanted was for his daughter to be happy. He was just sorry it couldn't be here with him. Dr. Mitchell pulled out his cellphone and tapped out a simple text before heading out of Baker Hall, the letter tucked into the inner pocket of his blazer. As he walked out of the dormitories, a small smile graced his features. Yes, he was sad. But then again he was incredibly happy and proud at the same time. His daughter had had the courage to stand up for what she wanted and was off to make her dreams a reality. What father could possibly hate his child for something like that? And somewhere, wherever she was in LA right now, Dr. Mitchell knew that Beca was going to be just fine.

Los Angeles had no idea who was coming its way.

Chloe Beale gripped her head in her hands. The Bellas had all met agreed to meet at their usual practice hall after Aubrey had gotten the call confirming that that Foot Notes singer was totally still in high school (of course he was. Most, not all, but most college kids' voices had actually dropped and they'd started growing at least peach fuzz). Everyone had been excited at first, Fat Amy summing up the general consensus with a jovial, "Shaloom!" Sure there was the white elephant in the room of a certain missing vertically challenged DJ, but no one brought it up. No one brought her up.

But she wasn't leaving Chloe's mind. Well... she never really did. After they had that absolutely AMAZING duet in the showers, Chloe found herself unable to think of anything or anyone else besides Beca Mitchell. However, right now Beca's absence was the least of her issues. Because the Barden Bellas were falling apart and they sounded like absolute shit, not necessarily in that order. And to top if off, Aubrey wouldn't stop bitching at all of them for every possible reason under the sun. "Chloe, you sound like you smoke six packs a day," Aubrey snapped and Chloe felt something inside her snap along with it.

"For the love of God Aubrey, shut up!" she shouted. Every Bella immediately stopped what they were doing and turned as one to look at their two captains. Aubrey was standing with her mouth hanging agape and Chloe in front of her with her arms crossed over her chest defiantly.

"Aca-scuse me?" Aubrey asked in a dangerously low voice. Chloe rolled her eyes, the other senior's compulsive need to add the prefix –aca to damn near everything she could grating on her nerves yet again.

With a slight sneer and a cocked eyebrow, she said, "What, tired of having your own words thrown back at you for once, Bree?" Aubrey didn't even flinch at the use of the nickname Chloe gave her freshman year.

"No, not really," Aubrey shot right back with a remarkably snide tone. "I just can't really hear you over the stupid little alt's girls emo tracks coming out of your mouth." Chloe looked both taken aback and hurt by the blonde's choice of words.

However, she soon regained enough composure to ask icily, "Just what do you mean by that Posen?"

"Exactly what I said, Beale," Aubrey's words were just as cold as her best friend's. Although at the rate they were going that was soon going to be ex-best friends. "Do you want help getting your knife? I'd love to help but I don't really think I can reach it in my back," Aubrey all but spat at the redhead.

There was a loud call of, "OOHHHH," from somewhere in the general direction of Fat Amy but neither senior bothered to look at her.

Chloe didn't take the obvious bait, though, and snapped, "Grow up."

"She was a back-stabbing, conniving bitch who wanted nothing more than to ruin our chance of Nationals," Aubrey stated snidely and coldly, as if Chloe was an incompetent child for not realizing it for herself.

"She wanted to help us Aubrey!" Chloe cut off the blonde before she could really get on a roll. "She tried to help us in the only way she knew how Aubrey. And we sounded good Aubrey! Really good."

"She was trying to ruin us!" Aubrey all but screamed. And that was the last straw. Somewhere in the back of Aubrey's throat an UNGODLY amount of vomit came spewing out of the blonde's mouth.

Chloe, long since used to dealing with this unfortunate habit of Aubrey's, didn't even flinch. "Come on," she waved her hands in a 'come at me bro' motion. "You can do better than that." Aubrey's vomit stream slowed down and all was silent in the practice hall.

"We could have been champions!" Chloe shrieked at her best friend as she lunged for the taller woman. Aubrey let out a surprised yelp as Chloe's body slammed into her own and sent both women sprawling. The two started rolling around, scratching, biting, and clawing at whatever they could get their hands on.

As the group watched their impenetrable captains' rule disintegrate and descend into anarchy, the rest of the group fell apart right along with them. Cynthia-Rose chose NOW of all times to make a move on Stacie, Jessica, Denise, and Ashley stood by screeching helpfully, and Fat Amy stood there shouting some bizarre Tasmanian battle cry. As soon as Fat Amy lunged at the two captains who were still on the ground wrestling for the loose pitch pipe, all hell broke loose.

Well… more hell broke loose, if at all possible. Aubrey's wild flailing knocked Lily over into her previously spewed, erm, nervous reaction, and the quiet and somewhat disturbing girl started moving her arms and legs, making a repulsive vomit angel. Fat Amy now had both of the seniors in matching head locks and was screaming something about dingos and bitches. Denise, Ashley, and Jessica's shrieks reached a new decibel and under normal circumstances, anyone listening would wince. Stacie was now grabbing her boobs while attempting to climb up the auditorium seats, an action made slightly more difficult by the fact Cynthia-Rose was shoving on her ass and Stacie was chirping her rape whistle nonstop. And Aubrey and Chloe just started fighting harder.

In a rather flexible maneuver, Aubrey managed to wriggle her way out of Fat Amy's grasp and she made a desperate dive for the pitch pipe. However, as soon as Aubrey was gone, Amy released her hold on Chloe and the redhead perfectly predicted what her best friend's next movement was going to be. She sprung forward at the exact same time and they both collided in a mass of sprawling limbs, each one kicking and lashing out in a vain effort to gain an advantage over the other.

"Dammit, Aubrey!" Chloe bellowed. The simple exclamation was enough to make Aubrey pause. Chloe very rarely cursed and it was almost never directed at Aubrey. The last time had ended with them not talking for a solid three months their sophomore year and the two still couldn't talk about the incident without one of them storming out of the room. Suffice to say; to hear Chloe cursing out her best friend had Aubrey pausing. The pause was just long enough for Chloe to tackle Aubrey and pin her down.

"So this is all my fault?" Aubrey spat up at Chloe.

"That's not what I'm saying Bree," Chloe said with a weary sigh. The change in tone had Aubrey relaxing and staring at Chloe with equally fatigued eyes. "I just wish you would just learn to let go. I have watched you self-destruct for the past six months, Aubrey. All I want is my best friend back. Beca knew that. I told her how you used to be, how we used to be and she knew that the Bellas and Nationals meant everything to you. We weren't going to advance at semis. I knew that. Beca knew that. And you cannot possibly tell me that you didn't know it either Aubrey. You're way too smart for something like that."

Chloe's sincere tone had Aubrey pausing yet again and looking down in shame. "It's over Aubrey," Chloe said with a defeated sigh. "We can't win without Beca and you know it. Even now you're denying it to yourself over and over again. When do you finally admit to yourself that you've been lying through your teeth?" Aubrey said nothing.

Chloe's blue eyes stared straight into Aubrey's green ones with a haunting and determined gaze. With a slight shake of her head, Chloe rolled off Aubrey and grabbed her purse. Without bothering to look back at the now quiet Bellas, Chloe stalked out of the auditorium.

Back inside, there was only silence. Aubrey was still lying on the ground. She couldn't make herself get up and go after her best friend and she certainly couldn't tell herself that everything Chloe had just said was a lie, but damn was she going to try. All the Bellas had gone silent as well. Cynthia-Rose had abandoned her position of shoving upward on Stacie's ass and they were both standing next to Denise and Ashley and watching on. Somewhere along the best friends' argument, Fat Amy had hoisted Lily up to her feet and they'd done the best they could to get the vomit off of Lily to very little avail. All five of the remaining Bellas stood watching Aubrey impassively. Their blonde captain remained in a horizontal and motionless position for a good several minutes.

"You know she's right," Fat Amy broke the silence. Aubrey tilted her head to give Fat Amy a look without getting up. "We're nothing without Beca."

"Yeah," her statement was backed up by a soft chorus of agreement from all the Bellas.

Aubrey was quiet before finally taking a deep breath in and out. "Yeah…" she breathed. "I know…"

Beca stretched slightly as the little buckle up sign on the plane seat stopped blinking at her and the voice over the loudspeaker welcomed them to Los Angeles, rattling off a current time, weather, and temperature: 11 am, sunny, and 61 degrees. She gave a slight groan of satisfaction as her back popped and cracked several times. While all the other patrons on the plane rushed to the overhead bins and into the aisles in a mass exodus, Beca stayed in her row. As she waited, she pulled out her phone.

She rubbed at her eyes blearily and waited for her phone to turn back on. Almost as soon as the apple logo had faded from the screen, she got a short vibrate signifying a received text message. Beca was more than a little shocked to see it was from her dad. She was also more than a little scared. It had taken a while for her and her dad to start repairing the damages done to their relationship caused by the divorce and Beca would really hate for all that effort to be in vain.

So in an effort to delay the inevitable, she waited. Well, perhaps stalled would be a more accurate description. She took her time to get everything packed up and put away, excluding her headphones which stayed wrapped around her neck. She checked and double-checked to make sure that she had everything stowed away safely in her laptop bag. Beca had been emailing with Manny nearly the entire plane ride, firing emails off a rate so quick they may as well have been texting. The two had damn near every detail of Beca's arrival into LA planned, down to where she would be staying and where the best Chinese restaurants in the area were.

Manny was apparently thrilled to have Beca out in his neck of the woods, made evident by his overuse of exclamation points and capital letters. Beca was even all set to have someone pick her up at the airport and she had to admit, she was so beyond excited. Who wouldn't be thrilled to have a professional (-ish) driver waiting for them with their name scrawled on a white board? Beca referred to her ride only as professional-ish because apparently Manny had a cousin who was a valet/caddy/something else that Manny wasn't quite willing to divulge over email. So yeah, Beca could very well be getting picked up by a car thief. Ah well, at least she was going to get picked up and he was going to have a sign.

As the plane finally started to empty, Beca started to move out of her seat aisle. She swung her laptop bag which she'd stowed underneath the seat during the flight up and over her shoulder. She pulled her small carry on suitcase down out of the overhead bin and yanked out the handle. Most of the impatient and all around rude passengers had already filed off the plane so from this point on it was smooth sailing. She thanked the flight attendants shortly and exited the plane. A quick stop at the restroom and she was on her way to baggage claim.

She waited, her foot tapping impatiently on the ground, she couldn't help but feel that her phone was burning a hole through her pocket. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her iPhone from her pocket and stared at the little green message button. It had a little red speech bubble, indicating one unread message. Beca took a deep breath and with baited breath, she clicked it open. While she read the text, all she could do was smile. Smile the first genuine smile in reaction to her father for a VERY long time and then laugh slightly in relief and disbelief.

When she saw her two black bags making their rounds on the carousel, she yanked them both off the conveyor belt and headed out to the waiting area, looking for a guy with a white board and 'Beca Mitchell' scribbled on his board. All the time smiling as she thought of the text her father had sent.

Dad: Go and get 'em kiddo

There will be crying,
being the man that you should.
But, always be trying,
to see all the bad and the good.
And yours is a promising future,
but, know if it all were to fade.
That a proud father of me
you have already made.

AND CUT! Boom buddy! So I may or may not have stretched the truth. Next chapter will NOT be the Bella's reaction. But general consensus said they would like to see that, so it'll probably happen later. Probably. Hopefully. Maybe?