A/N: This fic seems to be coming easily to me at the minute so I'm going to take full advantage of that and hopefully keep churning out chapters.

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I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

Chloe was sitting beside her, her hands fiddling with the frayed edges of her sweater, her leg vibrating with a nervous energy.

"Hi," Beca said back, moving further along on the sofa so her legs were no longer brushing against Chloe's. "I... I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything for a minute," Chloe said, moving closer. With a shaking hand she brushed the hair from Beca's face. Beca closed her eyes at the contact. "Open your eyes."

She did, and Chloe moved closer, staring intently at her eyes.

"Are you real?" Chloe asked, her voice catching.

"I'm real," Beca replied, resisting the urge to lean in and kiss her. "I'm so sorry they hurt you, Chlo'. And it's killing me that they tried to make you think I did it. But I'd never hurt you, Chloe. I love you. When you... When you died, it was like my whole world had fallen apart. And then I found out that they had you... I lost it."

Chloe didn't reply, she just kept staring into Beca's eyes. Studying the colour of them. All the different flecks of blues and greys.

She could see tears shining on the surface of them, and the corners were bloodshot, probably due to lack of sleep.

Beca studied Chloe's too. They were duller than they had been the last time she'd seen them. They were hazy and slightly clouded and were flicking from side to side with indecision and anxiety.

There was a bruise curving just along her cheekbone, and she could see tiny puncture marks on her neck.

She wanted to hold her so bad. To reach out and comfort her. Kiss her.

But she couldn't.

"Chloe, please say something," Beca said.

"I know I shouldn't be afraid of you," Chloe said, her voice little above a whisper. "I know you've never hurt me before and I know you never would hurt me. But I'm still afraid. I'm... I'm scared of you, Beca."

Beca blinked and tears slid down her cheeks before she nodded, pulling back from Chloe's hand. Chloe dropped her hand to her lap.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't apologise," Beca said, quickly wiping her eyes. "After what they did to you, you don't have to apologise to anyone."

"Maybe in a few days or weeks, I'll feel differently," Chloe said, tears in her own eyes now as she clenched her hands together, twisting them nervously. "I'm sure I will. I just... I can't be around you right now." She stood up. "I'm sorry." She turned to leave.

"I'll be waiting for you, Chlo'," Beca said, causing Chloe to stop. "Whenever you're ready, come and find me."

A week later and Chloe was deemed well enough to move back into the dorm. She was apprehensive about it, but Beca promised to keep her distance.

She hadn't spent much time in the dorm these past few days anyway. She would spend her day working out in the gym or at the shooting range and her evenings were spent either in the bar or tucked away in the corner sofa of the star room.

It was around 1am when she returned on the night Chloe moved back. The rest of the Bellas had all gone to bed, but Beca couldn't face it, knowing that Chloe was sleeping in the room beside her. So she grabbed one of the beers from the fridge and sat on the sofa.

The past week had been a miserable time for Beca. The other Bellas had tried to check on her, but she would only ever ask how Chloe was and then carry on with whatever she was doing to distract her. From what she had heard from the others, she knew Chloe was recovering well and that whatever drugs they had given her were out of her system.

"Are you gonna sit out here all night?" Stacie asked, leaving the bedroom she was sharing with Aubrey.

Not officially being a soldier, Stacie shouldn't have been allowed in the dorms, but considering everything that had happened, Higgins had promised to reinstate her as a soldier, and until then she was allowed to share their spaces.

"Maybe," Beca replied, finishing her beer. "How did you know I was out here?"

"I didn't," Stacie said. "I needed to pee."

Beca laughed, despite herself. "Maybe you should pee then."

"I can hold it," Stacie said. "Actually, no I can't."

Beca laughed again as Stacie hurried off to the bathroom.

Once she returned, she joined Beca on the sofa.

"Shouldn't you get back to bed?"

"I know this is hard," Stacie said. "But it'll get better."

"Will it?" Beca asked, with a hollow laugh. "She can't even be in the same room as me."

"It's only been a week, just give her time," Stacie said.

"It's killing me, Stace. I love her," Beca said, her voice breaking. "I love her so fucking much. I love her with every part of me. And she's scared of me. What am I supposed to do here?"

"Come here," Stacie said, softly, opening her arms. Beca allowed herself to be pulled into a hug. "It's going to be okay."

"What do I do?" Beca asked.

"You wait," Stacie said. "If you can handle it, just wait for her."

"What if I can't handle it?" Beca asked, her voice much quieter.

"You're strong, Beca. I know you can handle it," Stacie said.

Beca nodded and Stacie let her go.

"Get some sleep," Stacie said.

Beca rubbed her eyes and stood up. As she headed for her room, she was halted by a scream coming from Chloe's room.

"Beca!" She screamed. Before Beca could make it to her, Chloe screamed again. "Beca, please stop!"

Something inside her seemed to break. To hear Chloe sound that afraid of her made her want to throw up. How could Chloe ever be with her again, if Beca was attacking her every night in her nightmares?

"Go check on her Stace," Beca said, as the other Bellas came sleepily out of their rooms.

"Beca..."

"Please," Beca said, her voice breaking completely. "Someone make sure she's okay."

Beca left the dorm and headed for the gym. Everything inside her was falling apart as she climbed onto the treadmill, and started running. She focused on the burning in her legs and her lungs and ignored the pressuring squeezing her heart.

She increased the incline and the speed of the treadmill, the blood pounding in her ears doing nothing to drown out the memory of Chloe's screams.