A/N: Soooooo so so so so sorry it has taken this long to get a chapter up. Real life has been a bit hectic lately so finding time to write has been difficult. Hopefully things will be a lot more frequent from now on.

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I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

It was a long night for Beca. Stacie tried to keep her distracted by asking her what had happened while she was gone. It worked for a while. Beca told her all about the how the Bellas had been doing, about her promotion to Aubrey's second in command, but the conversation inevitably landed on Chloe, and Beca struggled to keep it together.

"Try not to think about it," Stacie said, knowing it was no good.

"How can I not think about it, Stace?" Beca asked. "They're... They're doing god knows what to her and I can't do anything to help."

"Look, I know what they're doing to her," Stacie said. "And I'm not going to lie to you Beca, it isn't good. It isn't nice. But I survived it. And if she's half the woman you've told me she is, she'll survive it to."

"But what if she doesn't?" Beca asked, her voice hoarse from the amount of talking and crying she'd done. "I thought I'd lost her before. I watched her die. I can't do that again. What if we lose them all? What if none of them come back?"

"Thinking things like that won't help," Stacie said, trying not to let her own fear show. "I know it's scary, but we've just got to stay positive."

Beca nodded and lay back on the bed, blinking back the tears.

"Remember when we were kids," Stacie said, taking her sisters hand, "and Terram accidentally flew through that asteroid field?"

Beca nodded again, shifting aside as Stacie lifted herself onto the bed beside her.

"It was after mom and dad died, and you were so scared," Stacie said, lifting her arm and wrapping it around Beca's shoulders. Beca remembered it well. The sound of asteroids hitting the side of their ship was difficult to forget. She remembered feeling the way the ship seemed to jolt and shake as if it were about to fall apart. "You climbed into my bed, and I held you just like this."

"You told me everything would be fine," Beca said.

"I was terrified too," Stacie said. "I didn't know what was going to happen. But when I told you everything would be fine, you believed me. You trusted me. And I need you to do that again."

"I'm a lot older now," Beca said. "I'm not a frightened little kid any more."

"I know. You're definitely not a little kid. But you are scared. And I am too, and I don't know what's going to happen, but I need you to trust me. To believe me when I say every thing's going to be alright," Stacie said.

"I can't," Beca said. "We could lose them all, we could-"

"Anything could happen," Stacie said. "Just believe me when I say the asteroids can't hurt us, and we'll see our girlfriends again. Our family again."

Beca closed her eyes as she remembered clinging onto Stacie for dear life. Each shake of the ship causing her to hold on tighter. She remembered Stacie's calm voice, telling her not to panic. Telling her that she wouldn't leave, and that everything would be okay. And she believed her.

"Okay," Beca said. "Thank you."

"What for?" Stacie asked.

"Coming back," Beca said, finally falling asleep.

Aubrey's hands were clenched together as they made their journey to wherever the hell they were going. They followed the distress signals sent by Chloe and Bumper and several other Blue squadron members. Some of the signals had died out, but Chloe's was still going strong.

Aubrey couldn't help but picture her, strapped to a table, pressing her middle finger to her thumb three times, praying someone would come to her. She wondered what would have happened if Stacie had been able to send them a signal. But being exiled, they had removed the implant along with everything else that could have helped her.

"We're still getting a signal from Chloe and Bumper," Fat Amy said, looking down at her computer. "That's a good sign, right?"

"Yeah," Aubrey said, worried that the fear in her voice could be heard. "Yeah, of course it is."

"Guys, you might want to come and see this," Cynthia-Rose said from the cockpit. Aubrey and a few other Bellas entered and looked through the front windows of the ship. In front of them was a planet-like ship around half the size of Terram. "What do we do boss?"

Aubrey hesitated, surveying the ship that held their friends and who knew how many others.

"We board, and we go and get our friends," she said.

Chloe still hadn't broken.

She could tell whoever these people were, were getting frustrated. She wasn't responding in the way they wanted her to.

She had woken up a few days ago, pain searing throughout her body as they pumped artificial blood back into her veins. As soon as she figured out that she was in trouble, she sent out a distress signal, hoping, praying, someone would come.

Hoping that Beca would come.

She had lost all track of time. Every so often they would come and stick a needle in her arm, and she would be forced to stare at a screen.

On the screen, images and videos of Terram soldiers would appear. They were shown killing other species in increasingly brutal manners. Every time something was killed on screen, a jolt of pain would shoot through her. She tried to close her eyes to block it out, but the second she did, the pain would get worse. It built and built until she gave in and opened her eyes again.

The images scared her. She knew what they were trying to do, but it was still working. The sight of her fellow Terram soldiers began making her nervous. When she could feel the fear building, she just pictured Beca and it seemed to melt away.

From behind a two-way mirror, people watched her.

"It's not working well enough," one said. "She isn't responding as well as the others."

"So just get rid of her," the other replied. "We have enough."

The first one shook his head. "After the last ship almost collided with Terram, we can't just set them out any more. Orders are, make them comply, or kill them."

"So kill her."

He shook his head again. "I can break her. Just watch."

The film finally ended and she allowed herself to relax slightly. Closing her eyes as she savoured the brief pain-free moment.

"Chloe," a familiar voice said.

Her eyes shot open, and there she was, standing over her, a shy smile on her face.

"Beca," Chloe said, relief rushing through her. "You came."

"Of course I did," Beca replied, coming closer.

"You have to get me out of here," Chloe said, wondering why Beca was moving so slowly. "And quickly, because they'll be back soon." Beca didn't answer, just looked down, smiling. "Beca?"

"I'm not here to rescue you, Chloe," Beca said. "No one's coming to rescue you." She took a small black box from her pocket, and pushed a button on the side. A blue crack of electricity shot out of the end. The light of the taser shone in on Beca's eyes. They were jet black.

"You're not Beca," Chloe said, closing her eyes.

The other girl laughed. It was Beca's laugh. It was unmistakably Beca's laugh.

"Keep telling yourself that," she said, jamming the taser into Chloe's side, and pressing the button, laughing as Chloe's screams carried throughout the ship.