A/N: Once again I'm going to shamelessly beg for you to review because it really does help keep me motivated.

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

They made their way into Chloe's cell, Aubrey leading the way with her gun raised.

"Get away from her," Aubrey said, her voice shaking with anger.

Beca turned away from Chloe, smirking. She walked towards Aubrey and grasped the end of her gun, resting it against her chest.

"Are you going to shoot me 'Bree?" Beca asked.

"You're not Beca," Aubrey replied.

"Then shoot me," she said, "if you're so sure."

Aubrey hesitated. She knew this wasn't Beca. She could tell by the eyes. But she still found it hard to pull the trigger.

"Will this make it easier?" Beca said, turning into Stacie before her eyes. "Come on, babe. Shoot me."

"Aubrey," Fat Amy said, trying to snap her out of it.

Stacie laughed at her, shaking her head.

"You're pathetic, Aubr-"

Aubrey squeezed the trigger, and whatever had been in front of her burst apart into pixels. The same way enemies would during simulations back on Terram.

Aubrey took a shaky breath and turned her attention to Chloe, who was staring at them wearily.

"Don't hurt me," Chloe said, her voice trembling.

"We aren't going to hurt you," Cynthia said, cutting at the straps that tied her down with her knife. "We're going to get you out of here."

"That's what you said the last time," she said. Cynthia paused. Her eyes met Aubrey's who was freeing her other arm. What did they do to you? she thought.

"Look at my eyes, Chloe," Aubrey said. Chloe looked at her. Her eyes were a soft green colour.

"You're real," Chloe said, blinking tears out of her own clouded eyes. Aubrey nodded, and she finally cut through the knife.

"Chloe," Amy asked, helping the redhead to her feet, "have you seen Bumper?"

Chloe shook her head. "I haven't seen anyone," she said. "Just these... I don't know, they seemed like humans. They sounded like them. They're turning us into killers. All those things we fought... They were just us. They can bring the dead back, they can-"

"It's okay, Chloe, we know," Aubrey said. "Stacie filled us in when we got back."

"Stacie's awake?" Chloe asked, her knees buckling as she tried to stand. Aubrey nodded, and filled her in as Amy and Cynthia supported her under each arm and helped her walk.

"I'm sorry we left your body," Aubrey said, checking that the coast was clear before they left the cell. "If I'd have known..."

"It's not your fault," Chloe said. "You couldn't have known."

"What's our plan, Aubrey?" Jesse asked.

"I don't know," Aubrey said. "Everyone on this ship is at the loading bay right now, there isn't another way out."

"We need to find some weapons," Jesse said. "Maybe we can hole up somewhere and wait until the attack is over?"

"Sounds like the best plan we have," Aubrey said.

They made their way through the corridor, checking every door they passed for weapons or other prisoners.

They eventually came across a room with what looked like broken weapons and spare ammo.

"I can fix these," Lily muttered moving into the room. The others followed and they closed the door behind them, pushing some crates in front of it to barricade it shut.

Amy and Cynthia helped Chloe onto the floor, and gave her some food and water from their packs.

"Thank you," she said. One of the medics from another team whom Chloe hadn't met came over to inspect her injuries. "You guys shouldn't have come."

"What?" Aubrey asked.

"I've put you all in danger. You could all die, just to rescue me," Chloe said.

"Chloe, of course we came to rescue you," Aubrey said. "You're our friend. Our family. You're a Bella. And besides, even if we'd have said no, Beca would have flown here by herself to get to you."

"Where is she?" Chloe asked, trying to ignore the rush of fear that ran through her at the sound of her girlfriend's name.

"Well, she didn't handle you getting killed very well," Amy said. "We had to hit her with a non-lethal just to get her back on the ship."

"She was still unconscious when we got your distress signal, and we didn't want to waste any time," Aubrey said. "But Stacie's with her, I'm sure she's okay."

"She's probably trying to commandeer a ship and get to us," Amy said, laughing slightly.

"How much trouble can she get into from the medical-bay?" Cynthia asked, also grinning.

Beca and Stacie watched in silence with the others as the ship docked. The doors of the ship opened and they were hit with a blinding white light, followed by the sound of gun-fire. Some of it Beca recognised. The sound of their own guns, or the Malicians or Screamers. She could hear the sound of the guns that had killed Chloe, and many others on that day. Some of it was different. She wondered how many weapons had been developed to destroy them.

She watched as the soldiers on the screen flicked a switch on their computer and a split second later, a shield surrounded them.

"They're testing out new kit apparently," Stacie said. "I overheard Higgins talking about it."

The soldiers they had sent on the attack mission were the elite. The best Terram had to offer. And Beca could see why.

They made their way with total ease through the hoard of enemies that kept launching themselves at them.

Beca stomach lurched as she watched the dispatch the mindless zombies that were once soldiers that had fought alongside them.

She wanted to look away. Terrified that at any second she would see a flash of red hair. For the exact same reason, she couldn't tear her eyes from the screen.

Aubrey and the others listened to sound of weapons firing and screaming from both humans and aliens.

Chloe had closed her eyes and jammed her fingers into her ears.

The sounds of footsteps was drawing closer.

They all stood and formed a protective wall in front of Chloe, guns raised towards the door.

They could hear the other doors along the corridor being kicked open.

"Some thing's jamming this one," a voice said outside their door.

They all looked at each other. The sound of a human voice should have been comforting, but they no longer knew who they could trust.

Whoever was outside, managed to break through their barricade with ease.

"Aubrey Posen?" The soldier at the front of the group asked.

Aubrey nodded cautiously.

"Come with us, soldiers, we've been instructed to rescue you," he said.

Aubrey looked at the others, who looked just as hesitant as she felt.

"We're from Terram," he said. "Higgins gave us specific instructions to find you and bring you home."

"Come on, Aubrey," Jesse said, lowering his gun. "It's not like we have a choice."

"You can trust us," he said.

"Take off your helmet," Chloe's voice came from behind them. He did. "Check his eyes, Aubrey."

Aubrey did. She saw a pair of warm hazel eyes. She recognised the owner of those eyes too. She had trained with him years and years ago.

"Have you found any other prisoners?" Amy asked once Aubrey had finally lowered her gun.

"A couple on the other side of the ship," he said. "This way."

Amy followed him out of the room, the rest of the group following her.

They reached the main lobby of the ship where more soldiers were standing. Bumper was sat on the floor, looking afraid and disheveled, but alive.

Amy let out something between a cry of joy and a sob as she saw him. She raced towards him and threw her arms around him, crying into his shoulder as he squeezed her back.

"You'll get to do that to Beca soon," Cynthia said to Chloe, smiling at Amy and Bumper.

Chloe gave a weak smile. But she couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling inside her. She wasn't sure she even wanted to see Beca.