A/N: I hope you can all forgive me for the last chapter :P

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I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters.

Beca woke up with a jolt. The kind of jolt you get when you wake up from a bad dream. Instead she was waking into a bad dream.

Her instincts were to panic. To pull at the various tubes and wires attached to her.

"Take it easy," a soft voice said from beside her bed. "You'll hurt yourself."

Beca froze. She closed her eyes and thought about the last time she'd heard that voice.

"Beca, look at me," she said, lifting her chin up so their eyes met. "You're gonna be okay. You have a new family with the Bellas now. They'll take care of you."

"This isn't fair," Beca said back, her voice low and shaking with the effort of keeping her emotions at bay.

"I know," she said. "But this isn't forever. And you aren't on your own." She kissed Beca on the forehead before a guard closed his hand around her upper arm and started pulling her away. "I love you Beca."

"I love you too," Beca replied, as she felt Aubrey take her hand and squeeze it.

"Beca," she said.

Beca opened her eyes and looked at the thin, exhausted, woman sitting in a wheel chair beside her bed.

"It's good to see you," Stacie said.

"Stacie," Beca replied, before her resolve crumbled and she broke down, tears streaming down her face.

"It's okay," Stacie said, her voice still quiet. She lifted herself from her wheelchair and onto Beca's bed so she could take her sister in her arms. "I've got you."

Beca had a million questions to ask Stacie. There was so much she needed to know. But for now, all she could do was allow herself to be held as she cried over the loss of Chloe.

When she closed her eyes, all she could see was the pain-stricken face of her girlfriend. She could still feel her hands grasping at her. She could hear her voice asking her to leave and let her die.

After her sobs subsided, Gail came in to check on them both. She looked tired and over-worked.

"It seems odd to say this, but you both need rest, okay? So don't overdo it," Gail said, before leaving them to talk.

Beca had so many questions, she couldn't figure out which one to ask first.

"How long have I been out?" She asked.

"A couple of days," Stacie replied. "It was only supposed to be for a few hours, but Aubrey had the dial set on days, not hours. We were going to wake you up but we thought it might be kinder to let you sleep it off."

"Where is Aubrey?" Beca said, wondering why she wasn't there with the other Bellas.

Stacie shifted slightly and looked away. "She was really worried about you. It broke her heart having to do that to you."

"Where is she?" Beca asked, not liking the way Stacie avoided her gaze.

"I need you to stay calm, okay? Or Gail will have my guts," she said.

"Stacie, what's going on?"

"Last night, the Bellas got a distress signal from Chloe," Stacie said.

Beca felt like she'd just been punched in the face.

The room seemed to shift around her, and she had to close her eyes.

"What?" Beca asked, worried she was about to throw up.

"There's a lot you need to know, Beca. Some bad things are happening," Stacie said.

"Where is Aubrey?" Beca asked, realising Stacie still hadn't answered her question.

"The Bellas have gone on a rescue mission. They didn't tell Boston, they just took a ship and left. The Trebles and other Blues went with them," Stacie said, her voice betraying the fear she felt. "They've gone to get Chloe, and as many other soldiers as they can."

"They've gone to get Chloe from where?" Beca asked, her heart pounding so hard she could almost hear it. "Chloe... Chloe died. I saw her die." She closed her eyes again. "I feel sick."

"Take it easy, Becs," Stacie said, reaching across and rubbing Beca's back. "I know this is a lot to take in."

"You said there was a lot I needed to know," Beca said, opening her eyes and lying back on the bed. "Tell me."

"I spent two years in exile," Stacie said. "Two years of staring up at Terram, knowing you and Aubrey were up there. Counting down the days until I could get back. Finally, that day came. I boarded the transport ship with the other exiled and criminals. The journey seemed totally normal, until we realised we'd been on the ship for hours, and we still hadn't reached Terram. It's only supposed to be a short journey. Eventually, the doors opened and these people came in. They had their faces covered and they stuck us with these needles." Stacie paused and briefly closed her eyes. The memory obviously still painful to her. "The next thing I know, I wake up strapped to a table. I don't know how long I was there. They kept injecting me with stuff. Kept asking me questions. Showing me images. They were getting frustrated with me, I think. I wasn't responding the way most of the others were. So they took me, and the ones that weren't co-operating, and put us in one of the transport ships, and injected us with something else. They were supposed to destroy the ship, but obviously something went wrong."

"Holy shit," Beca said. "So... So what were they doing?"

"They're making soldiers, Beca. They're taking exiled soldiers and turning them into mindless killing machines. And depending on how they've been killed, they can bring back the recently dead and turn them into killers too," Stacie said.

"Who are 'they'?"

"I don't know," Stacie sighed. "But they're the ones who are arming the Malician, and uniting them with Screamers and other aliens. Whoever they are, they want us wiped out."

"And now they're turning Chloe into... Into one of those?" Beca said, trying to make sense of everything Stacie had told her.

"If Aubrey and the others get to her quick enough, they might be able to save her," Stacie said.

"So all of those creatures that I killed... They were just soldiers? They were us? Jesus, Stacie, I killed so many of them," Beca said.

"After a while, they aren't human anymore. They're just puppets. You didn't hurt them," Stacie said, taking Beca's hand.

"Does Boston know about all this?" Beca asked. Stacie shook her head. "Someone should tell him. I know he's the biggest dickhead in the world, but they need to know about this."

"Yeah, you're right," Stacie said.

"I'll do it," Beca said, climbing from the bed and standing. She swayed slightly as she stood up, another wave of sickness hitting her.

"Not yet," Stacie said, helping her sit down. "You need to rest."

"I've rested enough," Beca said, frustrated.

"Look, the more time Aubrey and the others have without Boston knowing they've gone, the better," Stacie said. "Just give it another night."

"Fine," Beca said, lying back down. They were quiet for a few minutes before Beca spoke again. "Is she in pain right now?" She asked, her voice quieter. Stacie hesitated. "Stace," Beca said. "Please? Tell me the truth?"

"Yes," Stacie said. "I think she is."