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As the Bellas continued to grin and tease Beca, the tiny brunette noticed one person who wasn't smiling.

Aubrey was staring daggers at Chloe, her jaw slightly clenched. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, Beca interrupted.

"Hey Aubrey can I have a word?" She asked, taking Aubrey by the arm and steering her away from the group.

"What is it?" Aubrey asked, still looking annoyed.

"I know you're about to rip Chloe a new one, and I'm here to tell you not to," Beca said, keeping her voice hushed.

"Beca she isn't ready," Aubrey said. "You saw her out there, she totally froze up."

"Screamers are scary Aubrey," Beca said. "I damn near froze up the first time I came across one."

"Of course they're scary! This was her final test, she knew it was going to be hard, she knew they'd use the aliens that scared her the most and she totally lost it," Aubrey said. "What if that happens on a mission? What if she freezes up and gets herself, or someone else, killed? She isn't ready."

"Okay, first of all she didn't totally lose it. She got a bit freaked out and didn't put her white noise on. Which I'll admit isn't great," she added, as Aubrey opened her mouth again. "But that was her first mistake in her whole training, and she recovered pretty quickly."

"If it happens on a mission-"

"It won't," Beca said. "I'll keep an eye on her. And it's not like this mission was a failure. She got the patient out of the enemy ship with minimal casualties."

"I wouldn't call you getting killed a minimal casualty," Aubrey said, a slight edge to her voice now.

"That wasn't her fault," Beca said, her voice softening. "That was… I don't even know what that was. Something inside of me just wanted to protect her." Aubrey smiled slightly. "I know you promised Stacie to look after me, but I can take care of myself. And I trust that Chloe can do this."

Aubrey sighed. "Fine," she said. "But you have to talk to her. Make sure that that won't happen again."

"You got it," Beca said, returning to the group. "Where's Chloe?" She asked, noticing the redhead wasn't there.

"Said she had to do something," Fat Amy replied. Beca frowned and left the group again.

She left the training room and began making her way down the twisting corridors and turns until she reached the door to her favourite place on the ship.

There were a few people in the room she had taken Chloe to the other week, and Beca searched for a sign of her.

Just as she was about to give up and look somewhere else she spotted a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye.

Chloe was sitting in a corner, right against the large window. Beca crossed the room and sat beside her. She didn't say anything at first, just sat and watched the stars.

"How did you know I'd be here?" Chloe asked, after a few minutes. Her voice was lacking its usual cheerfulness.

"What makes you think I was looking for you? Maybe I just needed to reflect on the fact that I just died," Beca said, glancing at Chloe out of the corner of her eye. She saw her smile slightly.

"Sorry about that," she said.

"It wasn't your fault. I just wasn't quick enough," Beca said. "Which has never happened to me before, but there's a first time for everything."

"So," she said, "were you looking for me?"

"Maybe," Beca said. "Just wanted to check you were okay."

"After I totally screwed up, you mean?" Chloe asked. Her hint of a smile was gone.

"You didn't screw up. You just… Panicked a bit," Beca said. "It won't happen again."

"How do you know?" Chloe asked, turning to look at Beca now.

"Everyone screws up during simulations. As real as they feel, you know in the back of your head that it isn't. You know that no one can really get hurt. When you're in the field, that feeling of safety is gone. You won't mess up there," Beca said.

"Why was I so freaked out then?" Chloe asked, her voice smaller. Beca watched her for a few seconds. She was nervously playing with a ring that hung on the chain with her dog-tags. It was too large to be a ring that belonged to her. She didn't know what made her do it, but she reached across and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Chloe's ear. She saw a small amount of dried blood coming from her ear. No doubt the result of listening to the Screamers' scream.

Chloe closed her eyes as she felt Beca's hand in her hair. She didn't know why it soothed her so much, but she didn't want the small brunette to stop.

"Dad or brother?" She asked, looking at the ring.

"Brother," Chloe replied, looking down at the ring between her fingers. "His first mission out of Terram and they came across some Screamers. They didn't know about the white noise thing… Their whole squadron was just…" She trailed off, sniffing slightly. She felt Beca squeeze her hand and she carried on talking. "He was 18, I was 10. He shouldn't have even been out there, you aren't supposed to leave the ship your first year. It was supposed to only be an exploratory mission. No fighting."

"I'm sorry, Chlo'," Beca said softly. "But I can totally understand why you freaked out. The, uh, Malician killed my mom when I was one. She died protecting Stacie and me. They scare me more than any of the others." It was Chloe's turn to squeeze her hand. Beca smiled. "Come on, I wanna show you something."

With their hands still linked, Beca lead her from the room and began heading back to the military areas. They were close to their squadrons' dormitories. Each squad had their own section, with 26 separate dorms. In each dorm, were two bathrooms, a common area, and each soldier had their own bedroom.

"I'm not sure I'm ready to see the others yet," Chloe said.

"We aren't going to see the others," she said. She walked passed the dorms, the bar, and the cafeteria until they reached a room with a plaque reading 'Hall of Remembrance'. The room was dimly lit, Novam Terram's flag hung at the back of it. In the middle of the room was a computer. "What was your brother called?"

"Michael," Chloe said. Beca typed Michael Beale into the computer and on the left wall, a life-sized photograph of him standing in uniform appeared. Among that were photographs of him smiling, hanging out with his team-mates. On the right wall, his dog-tags appeared. There was a blown up photograph of him, detailing his rank, team, and ID number. There was also a blown up photograph of the reverse side which had his squadron number. Beneath that was one of his actual dog-tags. Chloe reached out to touch them, her fingers brushing against the metal. Her parents had gotten to keep one, this was the other. "Thank you for this," Chloe said, her eyes brimming with tears.

"I thought you wouldn't have had the chance to see it," Beca said. "Check this out." She walked over to the wall of photographs and tapped the life-sized one. A video started playing.

"Please state your name," a voice said, off-camera.

"Michael Andrew Beale," he said, proudly.

"Why are you here, Michael?" The voice said.

"To help defend the ship, and create a better life for my parents and my little sister Chloe," he said.

"It's pretty nice to hear their voice, huh?" Beca said, smiling as she turned to Chloe. "Stacie and I used to come here a lot to listen to our parents."

"Parents? Your dad too?" Chloe asked.

"Before I was born. That was more for Stacie's sake, although she was only two. We didn't remember them, but this helped us know who they were. Why they joined up. What their voices were like," Beca said. She reached into her pocket and held onto Stacie's tag. She missed her sister.

"I really can't thank you enough," Chloe said. "I didn't realise how much I missed him. How can I repay you?"

"Let me take you for a drink tonight," Beca said. "As like, a date, or whatever." Beca was blushing slightly, but she tried to keep the nervousness from her voice.

"How did you know I was gay?" Chloe asked, smiling.

"I didn't," Beca said. "I just took a chance. So… How about it?"

"Sounds great Mitchell," Chloe said, leaning forward and pressing the lightest kiss to Beca's cheek. "A date it is."