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"Beca, slow down," Stacie said, following her to the loading bay. Beca was running, almost giddy with excitement at the thought of seeing Chloe again. "They won't be back for another hour at least."

Beca didn't care, she wanted to be there as soon as they arrived.

She had briefly seen her through the helmet cam when they were boarding the ship, and the sight of her alive, well enough to walk and talk filled her with relief.

It was another hour and a half before they got the call that the ship was docking. Several other people had gathered by this point, including Gail and Higgins.

Beca was pacing, desperate to see Chloe and throw her arms around her.

The doors opened and the soldiers began filing out. Higgins instructed the ones who weren't injured to make their way to the nearest briefing room, and the ones who were injured were directed towards Gail.

Beca waited, trying to at least get a glimpse of Chloe through the soldiers all making their way to different areas.

Then, finally, she saw her.

Chloe was standing between Cynthia Rose and Fat Amy. Her hands were shaking as she kept running them through her hair. Her eyes were darting and she was chewing her bottom lip. She looked afraid and exhausted.

Their eyes met and Beca took a step towards her, smiling.

But Chloe didn't smile. She took a step back, her eyes widening in fear.

Beca's brow furrowed and as she tried to take another step towards her, she felt a hand grab her arm. She looked up to see Aubrey standing there.

"Beca, we need to talk first," she said.

"We can talk in a minute, 'Bree," Beca said, watching as the rest of the Bellas took Chloe and Bumper to Gail. "I need to see her."

"She... She doesn't want to see you right now," Aubrey said, hating the look of hurt on her friend's face. "Let's go and talk."

Beca nodded, swallowing her disappointment.

She felt Stacie's hand on her back and the three headed to an empty room to talk.

Aubrey filled Beca in on everything that Chloe had told her.

She saw Beca's fists clench as she heard what they had done to her girlfriend.

"I have to see her," Beca said, standing.

"Beca, she's afraid of you," Aubrey said. "At least give her time to wrap her head around what's happened."

"I'm gonna kill Boston," Beca said, storming from the room.

"Boston?" Aubrey asked, turning to Stacie. "What's he got to do with it?"

Stacie sighed. "I'll explain in a minute," she said.

"Why in a minute?"

"Because I need to do this first," Stacie said, before cupping Aubrey's face in her hands and kissing her. "I love you so much," she said softly, resting their foreheads together.

"I love you too," Aubrey said back, closing her eyes. "God I've missed you."

"We're together again, now," Stacie said, brushing Aubrey's cheek with her thumb. "I won't leave you again."

Beca made her way to the medical bay after she left Aubrey and Stacie. She knew she couldn't speak to Chloe, but she had to try and at least see her to make sure she was okay.

Cynthia Rose spotted her before she got close and she pulled her away.

"I just want to see her," Beca said, trying to force her arm out of Cynthia's grip.

"No can do, Bec," Cynthia said. "She's just spent the past three days being tortured by someone pretending to be you. Even if she knows you didn't do it, she's still afraid."

Beca sighed, running a hand through her hair as she dropped onto a seat outside the medical bay.

"I know it's tough," Cynthia said, sitting beside her. "But you have to give her time."

"I know," she said, putting her head in her hands. "I hate this. I thought I had her back, and now this?"

"It'll be okay. She's safe, that's something," Cynthia said.

"Can you tell her something for me?"

"Anything."

Cynthia Rose made her way back into the medical bay and headed for Chloe.

The redhead was sitting on the edge of her bed, answering questions from Higgins. She looked afraid but calmer than she had done since they'd found her.

Once Higgins left, Cynthia went over to check on her.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," Chloe said, lying back on her bed. "Lily thinks that she can recreate whatever blood they've used on me, so if Bumper or I ever need a transfusion, then we have blood for it."

"That's good," Cynthia said, sitting beside her. "I spoke to Beca."

Cynthia saw Chloe's hands tense slightly.

"Is she mad at me?" Chloe asked, a hint of fear in her voice.

"Of course not," Cynthia said. "She's angry at whoever did this to you, but she's not angry at you. She asked me to tell you something."

"What is it?" Chloe said, sounding apprehensive.

"She said, when you're ready, she'll be waiting for you at the stars," Cynthia said.

Beca was sitting on the sofa she had so often shared with Chloe, and looked out at the stars.

It all seemed a lot smaller than it had before. And a lot more threatening.

Everything out there wanted to destroy them. Or at least that's how it felt.

She'd been there for a few hours, but didn't want to head back in case Chloe showed up.

So she adjusted her position, stretching out her legs, and got comfortable, watching the stars.

She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, but the feeling of someone covering her in a blanket woke her up.

"Chloe?" She mumbled before opening her eyes.

It wasn't Chloe. It was Stacie, smiling sadly at her.

"I'm sorry, Becs," she said. "Why don't you come back to the dorms?"

Beca shook her head. "She might come," she said.

"I don't think she will," Stacie said, sitting beside her. "Not tonight."

"Why aren't you with Aubrey?" Beca asked, sitting up.

"I wanted to check on you," Stacie said.

"You should go be with her. Don't worry about me," Beca said.

"You're my sister," Stacie said. "I can't not worry about you."

"Go be with your girlfriend," Beca said again. "I'm okay."

Stacie lent across and kissed her on the forehead before standing up. "Don't stay here all night."

Stacie left, and a few seconds later, Beca felt the sofa dip again.

"I told you, Stace, I'm fine," Beca said, before turning to face whoever was sitting beside her.

"Hey," a soft, scared voice said.

It was Chloe.