Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect and I don't own Ozzy Osbourne's Road to Nowhere

Beca Mitchell could practically feel the beat of the music pumping through her veins and into her very soul. Her head was bobbing, her foot was tapping, and her ass may or may not have been shaking. She'd deny it until her dying day. She tended to be stubborn like that. As the last song ended, she clicked a few buttons and slid a few dials, instantly queuing up her next hit. She didn't even bother introducing the song; everyone who had so much as turned on a radio in the past month and a half knew what this song was. The first few bars of Still Into You had the entire club shouting, dancing, and fist-pumping in a few seconds. As her newest hit rattled the speakers, Beca took a moment to appraise the crowd in front of her.

For over two months, Beca had been tearing up Miami, Florida with the smirk to end all smirks adorning her face. Ever since mid-October, Beca had been on loan to one of the hottest and newest clubs on the East coast. It had been a personal favor to an eagerly sought after artist as a way to help build up some hype. Apparently there was nothing quite like a Grammy-Award winner spinning every weekend to get the ball rolling. The man had readily agreed to a contract with TurnStyle Records to pay back that favor, and Manny had been over the moon ecstatic to secure a deal with Ethan Powell, an up-and-coming rapper with his choice of record labels. As such, Beca had been playing at Ethan's club, Pulse, for damn near every Friday and Saturday for the past eleven weeks.

As the current play came to an end, Beca pulled the mic towards her face. "How's everyone doing out there tonight?" she asked, shouting slightly to be heard over the ending chords. Her answer was what could only be described as a roar in return. "Alright, then," Beca couldn't help but say with a chuckle, loving the crowd's response. "This one is for all you single ladies out there tonight." There was yet another roof shaking scream and the walls practically quaked as damn near every other girl in the club bustled over towards the dance floor. Beca couldn't help but smirk as she put on a tried and true mash-up that had yet to be broken out that night, a rather vindictive collaboration of P!nk's U and Ur Hand and Beyoncé's Single Ladies.

Beca leaned onto the sound board, careful not to push any buttons and instead just rested carefully, observing all those around her. Club scenes were very familiar to Beca; after all, it was in a dimly lit room with glow sticks and free-flowing alcohol that she got her start in. She'd been a first-rate DJ at a second-rate club, but five years ago that was more than she ever could have imagined she'd be able to get to. Manny had been a god send to Beca, in more ways than one. Whether it was securing a lawyer-proof contract, getting her a gig at one of the best clubs in LA, Topped Off, helping her get set up in Production, getting Jesse a PA-ship that turned into a scoring job under some big-wig movie producer who Beca had no idea who it was, or having one of his never ending cousins help her move apartments. Manny had her ass and anyway that Beca could help the Afro-Man out, she was quick to jump on the chance.

Another perk to Miami was the wonderful perpetual good weather that promised beach bunnies at all times of the year. While they certainly weren't all walking around in bikinis or sun-tanning, it seemed like nearly every other girl she met was tall and tan out here. Which, of course, suited her needs quite fine. Back in October when Beca had been first told about a possible gig out in Florida, she had practically pounced on the proposal. Beca was the first to admit that back then she'd been stuck in a little bit of a rut. Ever since her last collaboration had ended, she'd felt like she'd been going around in circles. Add to the fact that she hadn't gotten in laid in over two months and Beca had definitely been feeling the desperate need to get the hell out of LA. At least for a little while.

Out East and down South, Beca had been tearing up Miami and was having a hell of a time doing so. After the first month, she'd stopped the rampant bringing girls home and instead focused more on her music. The day that she had been supposed to go back, sometime in November if she remembered correctly, she'd called Manny and asked to extend her trip for a couple of days. A couple of days turned into a week and a week turned into a month. And now it was looking like she wasn't going even going to get out until well into January, with just enough time to show up for the Grammy Awards.

Well, that had been the original plan. Right up until twenty minutes ago. She'd received a rather… forward email from Sid and he was none too pleased. Apparently the new producer they'd hired was a bit of an alcoholic and had spilled a White Russian on a $23,000 piece of equipment. Being one producer down in LA usually wouldn't be an issue, but being down one producer just after Christmas and working with four different artists a week, and you had yourself in a bit of jam. As such, Beca was being, for lack of a better term, recalled. Sid had sent over flight details on a plane which was set to leave tomorrow at six.

"Alright Miami!" Beca called into the microphone, catching her replacement out of her peripherals. "You guys have been amazing and this has been a kickass couple of months, but unfortunately I've got to bid you all adieu and head on back to big, bad LA. If you're ever out in Cali, hit me up!"

The club shook as the dancers and party-goers all screamed. Beca pushed a button to have her last song of the night play, and unplugged her very nice and very expensive headphones. She looked around the DJ booth that had been her home away from home for the past two and a half months and gave her replacement a nod. The man, Beca was pretty sure his name was Alfred or something like that, quickly set up and just like that Beca was gone. As she trotted down the back staircase and slid through the nearly hidden pathway that kept the DJ's separate from the dancers, she pulled out her phone. A quick text to Ethan thanking him for the opportunity and promising to stay in touch, and she was gone. She hopped into the black rental car that she'd gotten her first night out here and headed over to the hotel to try and get in a last good night of sleep.

She spent most of the next day holed up in her hotel room, her fingers flying fast and furious across the keyboard of her laptop. She was negotiating and hashing out the details of her schedule, trying to keep things perfectly worked out between her public relations advisor, Tessa, and Sid. Both were trying to get as much of Beca's time as they physically could and it was exhausting trying to mediate the two of them.

About ten minutes before Beca's plane was set to depart, she received a rather frantic call from Jesse. It had taken her several attempts, but she had finally gotten the gist of what the boy's call was about. Sort of. Something about the Bellas being in LA and needing a place to stay? Anyway, as Jesse was babbling away about god knows what, her flight started moving and Beca needed to be off the phone.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever Jess," she snapped as the flight attendant on hand gave her an expectant glare. "Look, I have to go. Do whatever you need to do, alight?" She wasn't sure what Jesse's reply would have been as she had already hung up on him.

Six and a half hours later, and Beca smiled as she pulled into her apartment's parking garage, glad to be home. She'd certainly been on business trips all around the world for varying lengths of time but it was different being halfway across the country and knowing her best friend was no doubt rooting through her stuff was an entirely different matter. While out and about, Beca made a quick stop to buy about a hundred dollars' worth of groceries, full aware that while Jesse was a great guy, his culinary skills were rather… lacking. No doubt the entire time he'd been in her apartment, he'd made use of her rather extensive catalog of nearby take out places.

And that is how Beca Mitchell ended up in front of her own apartment door with an unholy amount of groceries at 12:30 at night. It had taken some uncomfortable maneuvering to bang on the door with her elbow, unable to do much else. She was just about to give up hope on being let in when the door was flung wide open. Jesse Swanson was standing blearily in the doorway, clad in only a pair of loose flannel pants.

"Wassup Becs?" he asked through a yawn, raking a hand through his unruly bedhead. "Wait…" Suddenly, Jesse's brain caught up to his mouth and eyes and he practically tackled Beca in his haste to hug her.

"Hi, yes, nice to see you, yes I missed you too Jesse, now let me go," Beca wheezed. Jesse did as bid and he moved to relieve Beca of half of the bags of groceries. Beca shot Jesse a grateful look and the two moved into the kitchen to dump the bags on the counters.

"So how was Miami?" Jesse asked as they both moved around the kitchen, putting away the food as they went.

Beca shot Jesse an eyebrow wiggle and a smirk as she said, "Awesome. And so much better than whatever the hell you did out here."

"Yeah, yeah," Jesse said with a flippant wave of his hand.

Beca discretely bit her lip and asked carefully, "So how are the Bellas?" She didn't miss the way that Jesse immediately stiffened.

"They're fine," he said evasively, looking everywhere but at her.

"Right," Beca said suspiciously, his behavior setting her on edge. "How did you solve the whole apartment issue?" Jesse said nothing, running his tongue over his lips nervously. "Jesse," Beca repeated. "How did you solve the whole apartment issue?"

"Well…" Jesse started and stopped. "They may or may not be here…"

"Here as in Los Angeles?" Beca asked curiously.

"Try in your apartment," Jesse admitted with a grimace and his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

"Are you shitting me!" Beca all but shouted, her voice slightly hoarse. "Jesse!"

"Shush," Jesse was quick to hush and make quieting motions with his hands. "You're going to wake them up!"

"Why the hell are they in my apartment?" Beca hissed at her best friend.

"They needed a place to go," Jesse said with a helpless shrug.

Beca narrowed her eyes in annoyance and she said in disbelief, "So you thought a good option was my place?"

"They had nowhere else to go," Jesse tried to reason with Beca, to absolutely no avail.

"Well why not with Benji, or a hotel, or in a crack den?"

"Beca," Jesse sighed in exasperation. Anything else that Jesse was going to defend himself with was cut off by a happy yip and a sleek black body barreling from somewhere deep in the apparent. There was another happy yip and Beca dropped to her knees to give her dog a good scratch. As Beca ran her fingers along silky black and white fur, the energetic fluff ball as Beca had affectionately dubbed her furry best friend was constantly bombarding her face with licks and kisses.

"Hey bud," Beca murmured as she nuzzled her nose into the dog's fur. "How've you been?"

"He's been waiting for you to come home for two and a half months," Jesse informed the girl, happy that the attention was off of him for at least a little bit.

"Well of course he has," Beca cooed, yes cooed, at her dog. "Teddy's my best friend. Of course he's been waiting for me. He doesn't offer my home up to bitches who hate my guts." Jesse winced. Apparently Beca's attention wasn't as diverted as he'd previously believed.

"What was I supposed to do, Bec?" he asked helplessly. "Every hotel was booked, my apartment is out of commission, Benji's place is too small, and I can't ask Tessa to house nine women she's never met before." Beca visibly deflated at the mention of her public relations manager, Tessa Courier, who also happened to be dating her movie-obsessed best friend.

"Yeah, fine, whatever," she mumbled, fully aware that had she gotten more sleep and not just stepped off a five hour flight, she'd probably have fought Jesse more. As it was, all she really wanted to do was curl up with Teddy in her bed.

But it was currently occupied by people who legitimately despised her with their whole beings. Fuck. Of course the one time that she was out of the City of Angels, it got overrun with singing al cappella nerds. Go figure. She ran away to the other side of the country and they still followed her out here. That was just rotten luck.

And now she had nine strangers living in her house. Well… nice almost strangers. With the way they parted, the nine of them were just as good to her as people she'd never even met. As Beca was internally cursing her fate, Jesse had moved back to his position at the kitchen counter, perched on a stool in front of a laptop Beca hadn't noticed before.

"What the hell are you still doing up?" Beca finally asked, watching Jesse fire off an email or two. "From what I remember, you used to be out cold after ten."

Jesse winced slightly as he reached back to rub his back and explained, "I let the Bellas have all the beds, air mattresses, and sleeping bags. I've been on the couch and it's apparently subpar on lumbar support."

"Well yeah dude," Beca said with a snort and an eye roll. "It might be a ten-thousand dollar couch but that doesn't mean it's a good bed."

Jesse looked at Beca with wide eyes and he asked, "That couch is ten-thousand dollars?"

"Yup," Beca said nonchalantly with a shrug.

"You mean I've been drooling on ten-thousand dollars?"

Beca's eyebrows drew together and she asked with a snort, "You drool?"

Jesse rolled his eyes (a habit he picked up during his rooming with Beca) and he snapped, "Shut up." Beca smirked at him and was about to continue the teasing when there was a knock on the door. Beca shot Jesse a confused look to which he merely shrugged. He didn't have any idea who could possibly be at Beca's door so late. Or early, depending on how one viewed it.

Beca moved around Jesse and his stool, Teddy trotting happily at her side, and over to the door. She glanced quickly through the peephole, saw a woman with thick black hair that was long and curly, gorgeous features, and pale blue eyes, and yanked the door open with a crooked grin.

"Howdy punchkin," the woman on the other side greeted cheerfully.

"Hey Kat," Beca shot back with a grin. Kat smiled widely at Beca as she pushed past the much smaller woman to enter the apartment.

"Hey J-Dog," she called out happily to Jesse while pausing to scratch Teddy vigorously behind the ears.

"Hey," Jess nodded sleepily back and Kat smirked.

"Still not much of a night owl I see."

"Shut up," Jesse mumbled as he yawned and rubbed at his eyes. Kat rolled her eyes and turned to appraise her DJ friend who she hadn't seen in too damn long, Beca doing the same. Katarina Daniels was one of the country's hottest new pop artists, found and produced by Beca for the first time a year ago. Although Kat was two years older than her, Beca felt it was her job to make sure that Kat's music was the best it could be and that Kat stayed on top of the charts. Kat, in turn, felt that it was her job to make sure that Beca was okay. Basic daily functions such as eating (Beca had a nasty habit of getting so wrapped up in her music that she'd forget to eat) getting sleep (4 hours a night on a good night) and going out into public that didn't involve a DJ-ing gig or working at the station.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Kat declared dramatically. "And then we are getting wasted together because it has been too long since I've seen my drinking buddy, comprendo?" Beca chuckled and nodded. Kat shot Jesse a pointed look on her way to the bathroom, one that read clearly, 'YOU ARE NOT INVITED' and he got the oh so subtle hint.

"If it's all the same to you Becs, I think I'm going to turn in."

"Shocker," Beca said with a snort. Jesse rolled his eyes. However, as he was leaving the kitchen, he did grab Beca's one nearly empty bottle of vodka and handed it over without a word.

Beca nodded gratefully and moved out to sit on her balcony. The balcony was one of the many features of the apartment that Beca absolutely loved. It had a great view of downtown LA and she had spent many a sleepless and inspiration-lacking night just watching the lights pass and blink. She moved to sit down, her legs dangling over the edge and her forehead leaning forward to rest on the rail. Resting loosely in her fist was the barely-filled bottle alcohol. Even though she could afford something a hell of a lot more expensive than what tasted like a bottle of vodka from the supermarket, Beca preferred to remember how she got her start, cheap booze and all.

She just sat there, staring aimlessly when her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. "If I recall correctly this is how we met," Kat said from behind her. Beca didn't even bother looking up, opting instead to just offer the older woman the bottle of cheap vodka. Kat yanked the bottle from her grasp and moved to gracefully sit down beside her, her legs bumping against Beca's as she kicked them lightly. Beca turned her head ever so slightly and took in the features of the drop-dead gorgeous girl sitting beside her.

"And if I recall correctly," Beca said, her words articulated and not even sort of slurred, despite the fact she'd been nursing the bottle while Kat was in the bathroom. "We were both significantly drunker, we were at a bar, and you were only wearing a bra."

"But there was vodka involved," the beauty pointed out as she took a deep swig of alcohol.

"That there was," Beca held out her hand and gestured for the bottle. She took a quick gulp and asked, "What exactly are you doing here Kat?"

"Making sure you're okay," the black-haired beauty said without missing a beat. "And I'm here to replenish your booze supply. You're welcome." Kat smirked as she produced a bottle of significantly more expensive looking vodka and a pre-sliced lemon in a Ziploc bag from the purse that Beca hadn't even noticed.

"Good, 'cause this one isn't going to last a hell of a lot longer," Beca said, giving the bottle a good shake and hearing the bottle only slosh a little. Not nearly enough in her opinion, thank you very much.

"Please tell me you and your tiny bod didn't knock half of this bottle back before I got here," Kat said, knowing that despite her small stature, Beca had an alcoholic tolerance that many a college kid would kill to have. However, she also knew that Beca very rarely drinks and when she does, she goes all out.

"Nah," Beca shook her head. "It was pretty much like this out of the cabinet."

"Well thank goodness," Kat said with a straight voice before she started chuckling, Beca soon joining her. "God, it's been too long since we've done this," Kat said with a content sigh as she took a long gulp of Beca's vodka, finishing it off with flourish.

"Hey," Beca protested weakly but Kat just popped the cap off of the second, smaller, bottle. She offered Beca the first go, but the smaller girl didn't take a drink from it, choosing instead to just stare down into the liquid depths.

Kat sat in silence with the young producer for a while before finally asking, "What's wrong Baby B?"

Beca shot her friend a half-hearted glare but she soon gave up as she said with a sigh, "Did Sid call you?"

"Nope," Kat shook her head.

"Manny?" Another head shake. "Jesse?" And another. "Well than why are you here Kat?" Beca winced as it came out harsher than she wanted it too, but Kat didn't take it personally. She did, however, take the implication that she didn't know Beca as a personal affront.

"What the hell would make you think that'd I'd need one of those shit heads to tell me when something's wrong with you?" Kat asked crossly. Beca just pursed her lips and cocked an eyebrow. Kat only cursed when she was drunk or when she lost a Grammy (which had only happened once and Beca had no intention of ever repeating that debacle again, thank you very much).

"The Bellas are in LA," Beca started with a long drawn out sigh.

"The Bellas?" Kat asked curiously, her brow furrowed as she tried to remember where she'd heard that name before. "Aren't they those stuck up a cappella bitches from the what, half semester you went to college?"

Beca just snorted and said, "Yeah."

"Well shit," Kat said in a dead pan voice, making a grab from the still full bottle of vodka in Beca's hands. "What are they doing in LA?" Beca sighed and took a slice of lemon from Kat's baggie and sucked on it.

"Flight issues over at LAX on their way to sunny Hawaii. Benji in his perpetual niceness offered up his apartment." Kat took another gulp of vodka.

"How many Bellas are out here?"

"All of them," Beca said shortly.

Kat cocked her head to the side and asked in confusion, "Weren't there ten of them?"

"Nine," Beca corrected. "Now hand over the alcohol."

"Don't you think you should be taking it easy?" Kat asked cautiously.

"No. No I do not," Beca said definitely as she snagged the bottle and took a small sip.

Kat eyed her skeptically but continued their previous conversation, "Alright, so how in the hell did nine people fit into Benji's shoebox?"

"They didn't," Beca said cryptically.

Kat shot her pint-sized cohort a look and Beca admitted, "They're staying here."

"Here as in LA?"

"Here as in my apartment," Beca said shortly.

"Well fuck," Kat said with wide eyes.

"Exactly. Now do you see why I need the vodka?"

"Indeed. Drink more. I'm feeling my blood pressure rise just thinking about it."

"Hear, hear!" Beca shouted jovially as she took a deep swig and started sucking on a lemon, Kat repeating her actions quickly. The two old friends spent the next several hours alternating between knocking back gulps of alcohol and chewing on lemons. While getting well on their way to sloshed, Beca told Kat some stories of her time at college. Some centered on the Bellas, some of her god awful roommate Kimmy-Jin, and some about how she, Jesse, and Benji became friends. It was well past four before the girls had killed their second bottle of vodka and leaving both of them sufficiently inebriated.

"Sooo," Kat drew the word out tauntingly. "Did you have fun out in Miami, chicka?"

"Oh just the best," Beca's words had finally started slurring together somewhere around an hour of drinking later.

"Oooooo," Kat was a rather juvenile drunk, a fact that Beca delighted in telling her at every possible opportunity. "Did you meet sooooommmeooonnne?"

"God you're obnoxious," Beca said with a blatant eye roll.

Kat giggled and said in a silly tone, "I'm taking that as a compliment. Now was it one someone or two someones?" Beca pursed her lips and wisely said nothing. Unfortunately, Kat wasn't letting this one go that easily.

"Ohhhhh more than two didn't you? You whore!" Surprisingly, at least for a pop star, Kat didn't do causal sex. Like at all. And while she respected Beca's decisions to go ahead and forego that particular belief, she still teased her about it.

Fortunately, Beca wasn't one to take that lying down and she rolled her eyes and snorted, "Prude."

"Shut up," Kat said back with a stupid grin plastered on her face. The two remained out on the balcony, watching the world around them start to light up before finally retiring back into the apartment. Beca, while slightly buzzed, certainly wasn't as far gone as Kat was, so she opted to just catch a couple of hours of shut eye in one of the armchairs in the living room. Kat choose to instead collapse on Jesse, pushing him onto the floor, and she started snoring blissfully. And as such, the entire apartment was quiet for several hours, the only sounds soft snoring from Teddy who had curled up next to Jesse on the carpet, and Kat who was face down on the couch.

Sometime around seven thirty, Beca finally snorted awake. It took her a couple of minutes to grasp where exactly she was, but she quickly gathered her surroundings and she relaxed almost immediately. She was home. Another few seconds and she was tensing all over again as she remembered it wasn't just her in her apartment. The soft snores from the couch revealed both Kat and Jesse snoring away peacefully and further back in her bedroom and in the guest room were nine other women. Holy shit, it was going to be a long day.

Deciding to at least get the smell of airplane off of her, Beca decided a shower was in order. However, in order to take a shower, she needed a change of clothes and to get a change of clothes, she'd have to venture into her bedroom. She didn't want to flip on any of the lights for fear of waking the sleeping Bellas, and more importantly having to talk with any of them. She wasn't sure exactly who was in her bedroom or even in her bed (which had happened more times than Beca cared to admit) and she wasn't all that eager to find out.

She saw two people curled up together in her bed, but that was the extent of what she could see. Over in the corner of her bedroom was an air mattress wedged beneath her bookcase and dresser and another one closer to the door. Beca wasn't 100% sure who was where, but from what she could see, the larger figure who was on the mattress over in the corner was probably Fat Amy, and a tall figure was on the closer mattress, spooning a pillow. The fifth person in the room was curled up in a ball in a sleeping bag on the opposite side of the room and Beca had missed them the first time around. Beca carefully stepped over the pillow-spooning figure and started quietly rummaging through her dresser for a change of clothes.

She pulled out a pair of underwear, a clean bra, a semi-clean pair of jeans and a clean blue and green plaid shirt. As she was exiting her room, she vaguely heard someone get up and readjust themselves on one of the air mattresses, but she didn't bother looking back. Gratefully safe in the bathroom, Beca turned the shower on full blast and stripped down to step under the spray. As she massaged shampoo into her scalp, she started humming one of the new tracks she'd been working on with one of Turn Styles Records' newest artists.

"Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now girl, take it off now girl
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight"

As the last chords of the song reverberated around the tiled bathroom, Beca sighed with content. Ever since Chloe had first sprung Beca in the shower, she'd always sort of loved the way the bathroom acoustics worked. The way a voice could sound with it bouncing all around was almost magical.

The thought of Chloe instantly brought Beca off of the musical high that she always got from hearing a good track turn out well. Beca sighed and leaned her forehead against the cold tiles as the warmth of the shower beat down on her. Now was the part of the shower that Beca liked significantly less. The self-loathing pity session that essentially had Beca reliving and despising every mistake she'd ever made. Right now that particular brand of self-loathing was focused primarily on the Bellas.

Yeah, Beca regretted what she did to the Bellas. It was a real dick move on her part. It wasn't so much that she regretted leaving, just more so how she went about leaving. When she'd left, she'd left that note to her father, the note to the Bellas, and the flash drive that Beca wasn't even sure anyone had bothered to listen to.

Through their entire season, Beca had created a slew of mixes and mash-ups that were well matched to the various pitches and ranges of the Bellas. Every time Beca had tried to get Aubrey to listen to what she'd created and she got denied, the many works got saved into files that eventually got loaded onto that flash driver. There must have been over three hundred songs, some complete, some not and just over sixty megabytes loaded. The final compilation that she'd really, really, REALLY wanted to show Aubrey was labeled under the file "Bellas' Final Competition".

But still. She'd left her entire team high and dry. She never even apologized. Well, not in person. That letter was the closest she got. Aubrey, Chloe, Fat Amy, Chloe, Stacie, Chloe, Lily, Chloe, Cynthia-Rose, Chloe, and Chloe, she'd missed them all. Especially Chloe. Over the course of the year, the bubbly redhead had quickly become Beca's best friend, right behind Jesse. That night of the semi's, looking back on it, Beca handled it pretty shitty.

So many times she'd had an apology text all written out only to delete it. There were never the right words and eventually everything at the studio picked up to the point where Beca no longer had any time to think and regret. In fact, it had been damn near months since Beca had thought this much about the Bellas and Chloe.

Eventually, Beca turned off the water and leisurely got out of the tub and started drying off. She wasn't in a huge rush to get out of the bathroom and face the music. She'd spent the better part of her life running away from her problems and now that they were coming back to bite her in the ass, she wasn't sure she shouldn't just hop on a plane to Kansas or Iceland until the Bellas were out of LA.

Beca ran a towel through her hair vicariously, not wanting to mess with a blow dryer. She hated those things. Yanking all her clothes on, Beca exited the bathroom still running a towel through her hair and leaving it to rest on her shoulders to keep her shirt only slightly damp. She made her way into the kitchen, fully intending to cook a good breakfast. Her entire stay out in Miami had consisted of hotel rooms and takeout breakfasts. And, yeah sure, she'd had some good food, but she'd eventually started to miss being able to make her own meals.

Plus, the Bellas would probably be less likely to murder her if she offered them bacon.

When she passed through the living room on her way to the kitchen, she saw that neither Kat nor Jesse had moved an inch. They probably would have slept well into the afternoon if she'd let them, but too bad for them they both had work to get to. Reveling in the early morning silence that was sure to be broken as soon as the first Bella was awake and moving, Beca started moving around the kitchen with well-practiced ease. Soon, drool-worthy scents were emanating from the oven and stove.

"Morning," a groggy voice from behind her said. Beca looked over her shoulder to see Jesse sitting at the kitchen counter, still half-asleep. "Out of curiosity, how did I end up on the floor?"

"Kat," Beca responded simply, as if that explained everything.

"Ahh," Jesse nodded.

"Wanna help?" Beca teased with a smirk. Jesse stuck his tongue out at her and didn't bother to dignify that with a response. It was a running joke between Beca, Benji, and Jesse about Benji and Jesse's lord awful cooking abilities. The two of them had the unique ability to burn water. When they had lived together with Beca their first year out of Barden, Beca had pretty much kept the two of them eating things other than microwaved Ramen. She still got thank you cards from both men's mothers for that endeavor too.

The two old friends exchanged easy banter back and forth as Beca cooked and Jesse slowly started to wake up. "What was the song you were singing?" Jesse asked as Beca elegantly cut up oranges, apples, watermelon.

"You heard that?" Beca asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"Teddy kicked my head," Jesse admitted. "Fell asleep right after that though."

Beca couldn't help but chuckle at her best friend's misfortune as she explained, "New song they're working on down in the studio. I'm supposed to start helping out in a couple of days. The lyrics and everything are damn near complete but the new guys apparently aren't very receptive to any ideas so it's going to be a long process."

"I can imagine," Jesse chuckled. He smirked at Beca with a cocked eyebrow as she leaned forward on the counter. "Trying to seduce me DJ-girl?"

"You wish choir boy," Beca snorted. Jesse opened his mouth to retort but it died in his throat as his eyes fixated on something behind Beca's shoulder. "What?" Beca asked with her head cocked comically to the side. Jesse nodded slightly towards whatever was behind her. Beca had a very profound feeling that there was a very irate Bella standing behind her. Now it was just a matter of which one it was. She just really hoped it wasn't Aubrey.

I was looking back on my life
And all the things I've done to me
I'm still looking for the answers
I'm still searching for the key

The wreckage of my past keeps haunting me
It just won't leave me alone
I still find it all a mystery
Could it be a dream?
The road to nowhere leads to me

So boom… there's that. And that just happened. So bam. This chapter was a bitch, around 6,000 words, and FYI I wrote it in one night. Just going to keep chugging along, bit by bit.

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