A/N: Hey kiddos! Sorry for the delay but I've been hanging out with my girlfriend for the week :D

Please review and let me know what you think. I know things are a bit slow but I have some cool things planned for this fic :)

Enjoy!

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

"Okay, you ready for this?" Chloe asked, the tips of the forceps resting against the Bolt which was still lodged in Beca's back.

"Yes," Beca replied, her jaw clenched in preparation.

"It's going to hurt like a bitch."

"I know."

"Just so you're prepared. I mean this really will-"

"Oh my god just take it ou- sonofabitch!" Beca yelled. Chloe had pulled the Bolt from her back in one smooth motion, causing a ripple of pain to spread through her, which was immediately followed by a pins-and-needles type sensation throughout her body. "That hurt."

"I did warn you," Chloe said, trying not to smirk at the disgruntled look on Beca's face. "Can you squeeze my hand?" She asked, taking Beca's hand in hers. Beca squeezed.

"Hey, I can move again!" She said, happily as Chloe took her other hand. She squeezed that too.

"Yep," Chloe said. "Do you think I could get my hand back now?"

"Oh," Beca said, immediately dropping it and blushing. "Sorry."

"That's okay," Chloe said, returning to her chair beside the brunette's bed. "You've been really lucky though."

"But, these things can't kill you, they just really hurt, right?" Beca asked, adjusting her position so her head was resting on her folded arms.

"When the Bolt is removed straight away, yes. But as long as the Bolt is in place, the needles keep traveling, and they can do some real damage if they hit an organ," Chloe said, taking a small pair of pliers from the tray beside her.

"Shit," Beca said.

"Shit indeed," Chloe replied.

"Can I ask what you plan to do with those things?" She asked, eying the pliers with suspicion.

"I have to very slowly and carefully remove the needles," Chloe said.

"That doesn't sound like it's going to be fun," Beca said.

"Probably not, I'm afraid. And because the Bolt was in there so long, these things are pretty well embedded," she said. "You guys really shouldn't have gone out there without a medic."

"You're preaching to the choir, Red," Beca said. "Unfortunately, Boston hates us. He's probably hoping we'll get ourselves killed."

"Why does he hate you?" Chloe asked, as she began extracting the needles that had spent the last hour or so spreading through Beca's body, leaving a spiderweb-like trail behind it.

"You ever hear about 'Stacie Conrad the traitor'?" Beca asked, wincing as she felt the needle slowly travel back.

"Rings a bell," Chloe said, her brow furrowed in concentration as she tried not to break the delicate trail as she pulled it.

"She's my sister. Or... Or was my sister... We don't know if she's... It doesn't matter. She was a Bella and went against Boston's direct instructions and ended up saving a whole bunch of people. But Boston doesn't react well to being ignored and she was branded a traitor. And now he hates us," Beca said, desperate to reach into her pocket and hold onto her sister's dog-tag.

"Wow," Chloe said, pausing to check Beca's computer. During her story, her heart rate had increased. "That's really shitty. When does her sentence finish?"

"Six months ago," Beca said. "She didn't come back."

"I'm sorry, Beca," she said.

"Yeah," Beca said, frowning. "Me too."

They fell into a silence as Chloe extracted the rest of the needles from her back, breaking it to say the occasional "sorry" when Beca winced in pain.

"Are we nearly done?" Beca asked, after almost an hour.

"Last one," Chloe said, finally removing the last one and dropping it onto the tray beside her. "All done."

"Thank you," Beca said, sighing with relief.

"You're going to be pretty sore for a few days," Chloe said, cleaning and bandaging the area. "So if I was you I'd rest up."

"Yeah, can't do it," Beca said. "I can't fall behind on training."

"I will strap you down if I have to," she said, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "You're my teammate now, and I'm not about to let you do yourself some more damage."

"But-"

"Doctor's orders," she said.

"Fine," Beca said, allowing a small smile on her face. "Are you going to stay here and keep me company?"

"Well, considering you're my patient it would be pretty rude of me not too," Chloe said, her easy smile returning.

They spent the next hour talking, getting to know each other. Swapping stories and laughing probably louder than they should in a hospital.

Aubrey came back looking mildly irritated.

"Everything good, boss?" Beca asked

"Boston is pleased that the Malician scouts are gone," she said. "I mean... he said he was pleased. But he looked like I'd just told him that instead of cake for his next birthday I was buying him a barrel of crap."

"He wants us out of the way, 'Bree," Beca said. "He was probably hoping we'd get ripped to shreds and then he wouldn't have to deal with us anymore."

"I'm sure that's not true," Aubrey said. "How are you, anyway?"

"Fine," Beca replied. "Chloe fixed me right up."

"Good," Aubrey said. "When do you think you'll be ready to come back?"

"Tomor-"

"She'll need at least three days," Chloe said, cutting Beca off with a glare.

"But I'm fine," Beca said, with an exasperated groan.

"I'm not letting you back into the field when you're injured. You'd be putting yourself and your team at risk," Aubrey said. "Now get some rest, Mitchell. I'll come and see you tomorrow."

"You're the worst," Beca called after the blonde who had turned and walked away.

"You know what I find weird?" Chloe asked, staring at the little silver ball she had just removed from Beca's back. Rolling it along the tray with the tip of her pen. Careful not to touch it with her skin in case it was still active.

"What's that?"

"How did the Malician even develop these weapons? I mean, they're pretty complex," Chloe said. "And they're basically animals."

"Huh, I never thought about it before, but you're right. They don't even use them properly. They'll fire one or two shots but as soon as they get excited, they just start attacking. I always wondered how they managed to build and fly their ships," Beca said, watching the furrowed look of concentration on Chloe's face.

"Has anyone ever been to their planet? Because I've only heard stories of us encountering their scouts," Chloe said.

"I don't know, my history isn't so great," Beca said. "Certainly no one in our lifetime has. Probably because it would be a death sentence."

"It's weird," she said, before shaking her head slightly and pushing the tray away. She gently took Beca's arm and checked her computer. Tapping through various screens and checking her vitals.

Beca tried to ignore the way a shiver seemed to run through her as the redhead touched her arm.

"Your heart's a little fast," Chloe said, not looking up from the screen. Beca blushed slightly.

"Can't think of why," Beca muttered. She saw the corners of Chloe's mouth twitch into a smile. She tapped the screen a few more times before putting Beca's arm back on the bed. "So, are you excited to be a field medic?"

"Can't wait," Chloe said. "Being a civi doctor was great but it just wasn't for me. I need a bit of excitement."

"Did you get your tags yet?" Beca asked.

"Yep," Chloe said, smiling proudly as she pulled them from her pocket. She handed them to Beca.

"Grab the knife out of my belt, will you?"

"Uh, okay," Chloe said, picking up the girl's discarded belt and pulling the knife from it. Beca wiped away the traces of blood on her trousers, before carving 'ellas' onto both of Chloe's tags, so they now read 'Team Bellas'.

"Welcome to the team, Chloe," Beca said tossing them back.