A/N: I am so so so so sorry this has taken so long for me to write. My mental health game has been weak af lately and I just haven't been able to write.

Anyway, sorry that I left you all on a cliffhanger for so long, I hope this was worth the wait :)

Please review and let me know what you think!

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Beca's eyes shot open and she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. The room they were in was curved, like a semicircle. The curve was lined with chairs, fitted with restraints. In maybe a quarter of these chairs, sat people. Sat may be the wrong word to use, Beca thought. Slumped seemed more appropriate. They were slumped, eyes closed, chins on their chests, restraints strapped across them.

Beca's eyes found Aubrey, who was crouched in front of one of these people.

It was Stacie.

Chloe was over there too, two fingers pressed against her sister's neck.

"Chloe," Beca said, her voice on the verge of breaking. "Is she…"

"She's alive," Chloe said, before moving onto the person sitting in the chair closest to her.

Beca approached cautiously, her eyes raking over the sister she hadn't seen in over two years.

Aubrey was crying silently, her fingers lightly brushing along Stacie's wrist, tracing the outline of the tattooed X.

"What did they do to her?" She asked as Beca got closer. Her arm was full of tiny puncture wounds, that looked like they had been caused by needles. She had lost a lot of weight, and the bags under her eyes were almost purple against her pale skin.

She reached forward and brushed a strand of hair from her face, before jerking her hand back. Her skin was like ice. If it wasn't for the faintest rise and fall of her chest, she would have assumed Stacie was dead.

Beca looked at the others in the chairs. She didn't recognise any of them, but they all looked like whatever had happened to Stacie, had happened to them too.

"We should call this in," Cynthia Rose said, putting a hand on Beca's shoulder. "We need back-up."

Beca looked at Aubrey, but the blonde hadn't taken her eyes off her girlfriend. She seemed unable to look away.

"Okay," Beca said, taking charge.

She made contact with Boston, and within the hour, three more ships arrived.

"I'll take it from here, Mitchell," Boston said as he entered the room where the former prisoners were being loaded onto stretchers and taken back to Terram.

Beca wasn't really listening, she just watched as Stacie was taken away, Aubrey right beside her.

"Mitchell," he said placing his hand on her arm. She jumped slightly. "I said you could go." He sounded almost sympathetic. It was a tone that she hadn't heard him use before.

"Yes sir," she said. "What... What happened here?"

"I don't know," he said. "But we'll find out. Your team doesn't have to worry about it anymore, I'll be looking into it personally."

"My sister was here sir, I'm not just going to forget about it," she said. She swore she heard him sigh as she headed for one of the ships to go back to Terram.

When she arrived back, she headed straight for the medical bay, where she found Chloe rushing around with Gail, Denise, and other medics, hooking up the ex-prisoners to heart monitors and oxygen.

Aubrey and several other Bellas were all crowded around Stacie. They moved aside when they saw Beca arriving.

"Do we know anything?" Beca asked, surprised that her voice sounded so strong and steady.

"Nothing," Cynthia Rose said. "None of them have shown any sign of waking up."

"Okay, we have a few too many visitors in here," Gail said, coming over the group. "I know we're all worried about Stacie and the others, but there's nothing you can do for her right now." All the Bellas except Beca and Aubrey began leaving the medical bay. "Girls," Gail said, "you look like you could do with some rest. She isn't going anywhere."

"We're not leaving," Aubrey said.

Beca and Aubrey sat there for hours, just watching Stacie, listening to the steady beeping of her heart on the monitor. Neither of them spoke, they just sat. Trying to work out what had happened.

They both snapped out of their trance when Denise came over to take a blood test.

"What's that for?" Aubrey asked, her voice cracking slightly.

"They've all got puncture marks like this," Denise said, gesturing to the marks that were dotted along the veins of Stacie's forearms. "We're hoping we can find out what they've been injected with."

A few hours later, Beca woke up with a start, feeling a hand on her shoulder.

"Beca," Chloe said softly. "It's after midnight. Let's go get a few hours sleep."

Beca hesitated, looking again at her sister.

"She's being looked after," Chloe said.

"It's okay, Beca," Aubrey mumbled, her face half buried in her arm that was resting on Stacie's bed. "I'll be here."

"Okay," Beca said, her voice laced with tiredness. She linked her hand with Chloe's and they made their way back to their dorm. Beca ran her thumb along the back of Chloe's fingers. After spending everyday of the past few weeks together, she had missed the lack of contact they'd had today.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked after they had climbed into bed.

"I don't know," Beca replied honestly. "It's weird. This time yesterday, I honestly didn't think I'd ever see her again. And now she's back on the ship. And she's alive. But... But she's still so far away, you know?"

"Yeah," Chloe said softly. "I know. But we're going to figure this out. You'll get your sister back."

The next morning, they returned to the medical bay to find the atmosphere grim and quiet.

As Beca looked around at the room she noticed there was one less occupied bed.

"We lost one at around 3am," Gail said, who looked as if she'd been there all night.

"What happened?" Chloe asked, her stomach sinking.

"We don't know," Gail said, running a hand through her hair. "He went into cardiac arrest and we couldn't bring him back. We don't know if it has something to do with whatever got them into this state or..." She trailed off, seeing the look of devastation on Beca's face as she turned to look at Stacie. "Or it could be something else."

"The one who died," Chloe asked, feeling Beca's hand leave her own as she went to sit beside Aubrey, "do we know anything about him?"

"One of Boston's people came not long after you left to make a note of everyone that had been brought in. He had a scanner with him so he could identify them. He gave me a list of all the names, and I think he was called Donald. He was on team T a few years ago," Gail said.

"He was," came Aubrey's tired voice. "He was exiled a few years before Stacie. I forget what for, but I remember him being a nice guy."

"Aubrey, you should go get some sleep," Beca said, putting her hand on her friend's arm and squeezing. "I'm not going anywhere today, I won't leave her side."

It didn't take much for Aubrey to agree. "I should meet with Boston anyway," she said, standing and stretching, before leaning down and planting a kiss on Stacie's forehead. "Just... Just don't leave her."

"I won't," Beca said.

Aubrey didn't know why this made her feel better. She told herself that it was because she didn't want Stacie to be alone when she woke up. Or maybe it was that if Beca was there, watching over her, nothing could hurt her. But another part of her knew it was because if Stacie was going to die, like Donald had, she couldn't bare the thought of her dying alone.