A/N: Sorry for the delay but I've been doing a load of extra hours at work and have been far too tired to write.

Also this is a bit of a filler chapter before the drama starts :) Enjoy!

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Beca was bored. Bored was understatement.

She was going out of her mind.

This was the longest she'd been stuck in bed in years, and she was restless and fidgety.

She watched Chloe from across the room. The redhead was finishing off her week in the hospital before joining the Bellas permanently, and was currently treating plasma burns on a new recruit, who had obviously been too enthusiastic during training.

She had her back to Beca, her hair tied up in a messy bun, the sleeves of her uniform rolled up.

Beca couldn't stop staring.

She shook her head and sat up on the edge of her bed, her feet dangling below. There was a jolt of pain in her shoulder but she ignored it.

She picked up the stress ball she had been given by Chloe, in order to stop her muscles seizing up, and tossed it into the air, before catching it with one hand. She did this for a few minutes before getting bored again. She then dropped the ball onto her foot and kicked it back up.

"That doesn't sound like resting," Chloe said, without turning around.

"I'm totally resting," Beca said, kicking the ball up in the air again. "I've never felt more rested." This time she misjudged her kick and the ball ended up shooting across the room and hitting Chloe in the back.

"If you're not lying down when I turn around, there'll be trouble," she said, the hint of a smile in her voice.

Beca winced again as she sat back in her bed.

"Come on, Chloe, I'm so bored," she said. "I need to get out and do something."

"Well you can't. You're my patient and your shoulder isn't healed enough for any kind of physical exertion," Chloe said, turning around now.

"It's fine, it doesn't even hurt anymore," she said. "Please, Chloe, just let me do something."

"Can you think of an activity that doesn't involve physical exertion?"

Beca thought for a moment. "Shooting?" She said, hopefully. "We could go to the firing range? Get some target practice in?"

"Are you right or left handed, Beca?" Chloe asked.

"Left," Beca replied.

"And did the Bolt hit you in your right or left shoulder?"

"Left," Beca said, defeated.

"So does shooting with your left hand while you have an injured left shoulder sound like a good idea?" Chloe said, smirking now.

"No ma'am," Beca sighed. Then her eyes lit up again. "But what if I didn't shoot?"

"Then why would you go to the firing range?" Chloe asked, confused.

"So you could shoot!" She sat up, excited. "You'll need to know how to handle a gun when you're out on a mission, Red. A little practice won't hurt."

"I can handle a gun," Chloe said.

"How much practice have you had?"

"A couple of hours during basic training," Chloe said, her confidence slipping slightly.

"Yeah, that's not enough," Beca said. "Come on, lets go shoot some targets!"

"Can't this wait until you're discharged?"

"Absolutely not. This is vital, Beale. This is a critical skill you need to have."

"Fine! Let me check you're shoulder and if I'm satisfied that a few hours out of bed won't do you any damage, we can go," Chloe said.

Half an hour later, Beca was practically running towards the firing range, dragging Chloe along beside her.

Beca watched, open-mouthed, as Chloe shot at, and missed, every single target. Her eyes closed as she squeezed the trigger.

"So... shooting isn't your forte is it?" Beca asked, wondering how on Aubrey let this girl onto their team.

"I usually do better than that," Chloe said, embarrassed.

"Let me help you," Beca said, standing behind her, positioning her arms and hands so she was holding the weapon correctly. "Okay," she said, still holding onto her. "Take a second, aim, breathe out, then squeeze the trigger."

Chloe felt the heat rise in her as Beca's hands brushed against hers. She followed her advice and this time when she squeezed the trigger she hit the bulls-eye of the target.

"We'll make a solider out of you yet, Red," Beca said, laughing. It was then she realised how close she was to Chloe and, blushing profusely, she pulled away. "Just, uh, remember that and you'll be fine."

"Listen, do you wanna get a drink? You soldiers have a bar, right?" Chloe said, smiling at the flustered look on Beca's face.

"What about my shoulder?" Beca asked, smirking now.

"Let me rephrase," Chloe said. "Would you like to come and sit in a bar with me while I drink and you have water?"

"Sounds like a crazy night out," Beca said rolling her eyes. "Sure. Let's do it."

They spent the next few hours, getting to know each other further. Several of the Bellas joined them and Chloe was being welcomed into the group.

"So, ginge, you have a boyfriend waiting for you back on the civi side?" Fat Amy asked, arriving back at their table with another round of beers.

"Nope," Chloe said, quickly taking Beca's beer from her before she could drink it.

"Hey!" Beca protested.

"You're still on pain meds," Chloe said, smirking at the pout on her face.

"And to think I was just starting to like you," Beca said, sipping her water.

"Really? No boyfriend? You're pretty cute, Red. If I wasn't taken, I'd totally hit on you," Cynthia Rose said, shaking her head. "Beca, why aren't you hitting on her?"

"Well thank you for that Cynth," Beca mumbled as the rest of the group broke out into laughter.

"Oh my god, she's actually blushing," Fat Amy said, laughing harder.

"I hate you all," Beca said, dropping her head onto her folded arms.

Their laughter was hushed by someone clearing their throat.

"You realise that if you all aren't up at 5am tomorrow for cardio there will be hell to pay," Aubrey said, her arms folded as she stood at the table.

"Maybe we should turn in," Cynthia said.

"That would be a good idea," Aubrey said, trying not to smile as her team began muttering good nights and shuffling off.

"I should get you back to the hospital," Chloe said.

"Fine," Beca grumbled. "Night 'Bree."

"Goodnight," Aubrey said, before she left the bar.

"You wanna see something cool?" Beca asked once they were out of earshot of Aubrey.

"You need to get back to the hospital," Chloe said.

"I really don't. Come on, just another hour?"

"Fine," Chloe said, resigned.

"Follow me," Beca said, taking Chloe's hand and leading her through a series of corridors and turns until they reached a door.

Beca typed in a code and the doors slid open.

The room was filled with comfortable chairs and had one enormous window that looked out onto the vast expanse of space.

The inky black sky was splattered with bright white stars.

Beca lead the open-mouthed Chloe to a sofa right next to the window.

"You don't get views like this on the top of the ship," she said.

"It's definitely a soldier perk," Beca said, smiling at Chloe's stunned reaction.

"It's beautiful," she said.

"Yeah," Beca said, not looking away from Chloe. "It is."