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I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Beca hit the ground hard, her body still shaking from the electricity that was flowing from the silver ball now lodged in her back. The pellet-like bullets that were fired from the gun had been nicknamed simply as Bolts.

Once the Bolt hits its target, it shoots out almost microscopic needles, each one carrying paralysing jolts of electricity.

It wasn't fatal, but it was damn painful.

Aubrey turned just in time to see Beca hit the ground, she couldn't see her face through her helmet, so couldn't judge what kind of condition she was in, but the tiny brunette wasn't moving. She was lying on her front, her gun just out of reach, her head turned to the side. Aubrey could see the blue crackling light coming from her left shoulder blade.

"Soldier down!" She yelled. The rest of the Bellas all turned and opened fire on the Malician. "Beca? Can you hear me?"

It took Beca a few seconds to get her vision back, and even then it was slow and sluggish. It was like her vision was out of sync with her eyes moving, and it was making her feel sick.

She could hear yelling in her earpiece but it was fuzzy.

"I'mokay," Beca said, more to herself. Her words had slurred together slightly and her jaw was clenched, the pain still unbearable.

She saw the reflections of the pink bursts of energy, shining against the metallic walls of the ship.

She could hear the excited shrieks of the Malician, scrambling to get to her.

"Hold on shorty," Fat Amy said.

She grabbed Beca under the arms and dragged her back into the group as the Malician took a swipe at her, its claws catching Amy on the arm.

"Oh that is it," she said, dropping Beca and firing rapidly, smiling with grim satisfaction as the creature's head exploded. Black blood mixing with shocking pink.

The Malician kept on running forward, forgetting about their weapons in the excitement. Their arms scrambling, desperately trying to reach the girls who kept up their relentless firing.

It didn't take long for them to clear the ship.

The jolts of electricity had stopped, but Beca was still unable to move, and was still in a lot of pain.

The computer on her arm was no longer flashing red, but glowing amber.

Medical attention was still required, but she'd be okay.

They boarded their ship and Cynthia Rose climbed into the front and began piloting the ship back to Terram.

Aubrey removed Beca's helmet as soon as they were in the air and her face fell at the sight of Beca looking so pale, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

"I'm okay 'Bree," she said. "But they got me in the back, can you roll me over or something?" Aubrey did, lying the girl on her side. "Thanks."

"Please try not to do that again, Mitchell," Aubrey said, looking at Beca's vitals on the computer. "How do you feel?"

"Fine," she said, clenching her jaw again. "Sore."

"Amy, how's the arm?" Aubrey asked.

"It's fine sarge," she said, gingerly peeling off her jacket to find a fairly small cut across her arm. Her jacket had taken most of the damage, but the malician's razor sharp claws had still managed to slice into her skin.

"You need to get that cleaned or it'll get infected," Aubrey said. "How long until we're back, Cynthia?"

"An hour tops," Cynthia Rose said, pushing forward on the throttle.

"Is anyone else hurt?" Aubrey asked.

The rest of the girls all muttered "no" and Aubrey let out a sigh of relief. They had been lucky this time.

"So today is your last day of training," Dr. Gail Abernathy-Mcadden said. "You'll join up with the Bellas tomorrow."

"The Bellas?" Chloe asked, confused.

"Team B," she said. "Some of the teams gave themselves nicknames. You feeling confident?"

"A little nervous," she said.

Joining the military had been a big decision for Chloe. Both her parents were civilian doctors. Her older brother had signed up and was killed on his first mission out of Terram. When she came of age, the decision was made for her by her parents.

Under no circumstances was she to sign up.

So she'd train to be a civi doctor, just like her parents, and stay out of trouble.

But it didn't sit right with Chloe. All her friends had gone off to fight, and she felt like she had to too.

So she requested a transfer and, after completing the training, she was assigned a group.

"You'll do great," Gail said. "They're a tight group of girls, but they'll love you." The doors to the medical bay swung open, and Aubrey walked in. "Speak of the devils."

"Beca got hit by a Bolt," she said, as Cynthia Rose and Jessica carried her in on a stretcher.

"Oh nasty," Gail said. "Chloe, have you ever dealt with a Bolt before?"

"No," Chloe said, her eyes trained on the girl who was lying on her front on the stretcher. "I've observed it but never actually done the extraction."

"Well now's your chance," Gail said, brightly.

"Amy has a cut from a Malician," Aubrey said. "We're lucky these are our only injuries."

"What were you even doing out on a mission, Posen? Your team has no medic," Gail said as another one of the doctors began cleaning Amy's arm.

"Boston," Aubrey replied.

"Hang on," Beca said as she was eased onto the bed. "Don't I get a say in this? I mean, no offense Red, but I'd rather not have a newbie get this Bolt out of my back."

"She's your new medic, Mitchell," Gail said. "I thought this would be a good way to bond."

"Couldn't we all just get drunk instead?" Beca asked, eying Chloe with apprehension.

"I can do this," Chloe said. "Please let me help."

"What's your name?" Beca asked, softening slightly.

"Chloe," she said, a small smile on her lips. Beca felt something inside her shift at the sight of the smile. "Chloe Beale.

"I'm Beca Mitchell," she said. "I guess if you're going to be our new medic, this would be a good initiation for you."

"Right," Chloe said, her face taking on a serious look. "Help me get her jacket off," she said to Aubrey who was standing at Beca's side. The blonde lifted Beca up and Chloe unzipped her jacket and eased it off her shoulders. "We're going to have to take your t-shirt off too, sorry."

"It's fine," Beca said, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Chloe slipped her shirt over her head. Her fingertips brushing against her stomach.

"Um, I'm going to have to take this off too," Chloe said, gesturing to her bra. "I'll not look, promise." She undid the clasp and moved the straps from her shoulders before quickly covering her up with a blanket and easing her back onto the bed, her back now totally exposed. There was a dark, almost firework-like bruise on her back from where the Bolt had hit her. There was also a small amount of blood that had spurted out before the Bolt had expanded, colorizing the wound.

"I normally like a girl to buy me a drink before she takes my bra off," Beca said, her cheeks still burning.

"I'll buy you one later," Chloe said, winking. "Okay, what have you given her medication wise?" Chloe asked, looking to Aubrey.

"Nothing," Aubrey replied.

"You're kidding me? She's had nothing? Jesus, Beca, how are you not screaming your head off right now?" Chloe said, hurrying away and returning with a small syringe. She stuck it into the computer on her arm and injected it. The glowing amber of her screen slowly turned into a softer yellow colour.

"Mother of God that is good," Beca said, her features relaxing as she felt the pain melt away.

"Beca, I have to go and see Boston and tell him what happened. I'll come back and see you later," Aubrey said. "Take care of her," she added to Chloe.

"Right," Chloe said, pulling a chair up beside Beca's bed, a pair of forceps in her hand. "Let's get started, shall we?"