Title: Elevated
Rating: M
Summary: Lieutenant Beca Mitchell was one of the best fighter pilots in the US Air Force. Chloe Beale was a nurse for the Armed Forces. What happens when the two fall in love and Beca is shipped off to England to fly with the RAF? G!P Beca. Based on Pearl Harbor AU (see authors note).
Disclaimer: I do not own Pearl Harbor or Pitch Perfect, nor do I take full credit for any of the similarities/dialogue used. All mistakes are mine.

A/N: Okay… A LOT happens in this chapter. We're pretty much just going to skip right to the point, Originally, this was going to be put into two separate chapters, but the anticipation would probably just kill you, so I don't want to do that. This chapter will have major time jumps, so I have added dates to this chapter, and future chapters so you can follow a timeline. The next chapter is in the works. You're going to hate me after this chapter, but PLEASE do not worry. It is all part of the story and things will get better and interesting. This chapter will mainly follow the movie, except for a line of dialogue that was said towards the end of movie… Well, it's going in this chapter to benefit the changes. Enjoy. Please don't hate me. PLEASE.

London, England; March 27, 1941

Beca arrives at the Royal Air Force base, thanking God she finally made it after four days of traveling. The sky was hiding behind dark gray clouds, casting a somber scenery over the base. Many soldiers were sitting on the cold benches outside, sharing pints and stories of the day's work.

Beca walks through the grass covered base, making her way towards headquarters. She sighs loudly as she takes in everything she's seeing. Pilots with their faces covered in soot and dirt, the torments of war circling their eyes and mouths. Planes with chunks of their wings missing and shot out windows.

Beca thinks of Chloe and wonders how Pearl Harbor looks. She bets it's a lot better of a view than the one she was in front of. Beca's thoughts are shaken when she is greeted by who she assumes in the commanding officer.

"Lieutenant Beca Mitchell?" His eyebrow raised waiting for Beca to reply, raising his hand to salute the pilot.

Beca salutes the man. "Sir, yes, sir."

"At ease, soldier." The man watches Beca loosens up and stands at ease. "My name is Colonel Allen. Welcome to the Eagle Squadron." He points to the pilots and airplanes before turning his attention back to Beca.

"Thank you, sir." Beca replies, eyes skimming the base once again.

Another pilot comes running up to the two, saluting Colonel Allen before standing at attention. "Sir, we have the damage report from today. Lieutenants Smith and Thompson were shot down today. They have not reported back."

Beca cringes at the news, knowing that this could be her fate.

"Thank you, Private. That's twelve we lost all week. These Germans won't let up." Colonel Allen presses his lips together before dismissing the pilot. "Don't let this discourage you, Mitchell. We heard you were the best."

"That's very nice of them to say, sir." Beca's voice growing softer. "I'm humbled."

"As you should be. Let's go get you situated." Colonel Allen says as they start to walk through the base. "Those up there are the alarms. If we suspect the Germans of an air raid, this alarm will sound and you will need to be up and ready, in your plan immediately."

"Yes, sir." Beca says as the continue making their way around the base. "Sir, when will I be able to fly?"

"You shouldn't be so anxious to die, Mitchell."

"Not anxious to die, sir. Just anxious to matter."

"Very well, then. And this..." He says as the approach a plane, "this is your plane. Lieutenant Adams made it all the way back here and shut off his engine before passing, God bless his soul."

Beca gulps as she looks at the Hawker Hurricane in front of her, reality slowly starting to settle in. The window had been shot out, blood covering the inside of the cockpit. She approaches the plane, letting her fingers slide against the metal, before ascending up the ladder. She breathes heavily as the cockpit came into sight right in front of her. She takes in the image of a pilot getting shot through the windows and she feels the blood drain from her face.

"Our mechanic will be fixing it, today. You'll be flying by tomorrow." Colonel Allen says as she walks up to Beca. "Don't worry, Lieutenant... It'll be okay."

Pearl Harbor; Oahu, Hawaii: March 27, 1941

Chloe sits on the deck of the ship that was slowly entering Pearl Harbor. She looks out at the harbor just as the sun was setting and her breath hitches at the sight. To say Pearl Harbor was pretty was an understatement. The island and the ocean were exquisite and downright breathtaking. Chloe wishes Beca was here to see it, especially because she was right when she said that Beca's unit could ship there.

She looks back at her fellow nurse, Emily, who taken an interest in one of the pilots Beca flew with, Benji. She's trying to stay optimistic, but life without Beca was already hard enough, now she's overseas fighting in the war and Chloe couldn't catch the ground coming up from under her.

She hears the girls talking about the battleships as the pass through the harbor, figuring out how many soldiers were on them that they had to choose from, but Chloe's mind was set on one; the pilot who had stolen her heart and then left to go fly.

Chloe only hopes Beca will come back because she doesn't know how she'd handle life without the brunette. Distance has kept them apart long enough, and now it's even more nerve wrecking with Beca actually in the war.

As the ships docks in the harbor and the nurses and pilots file out, Chloe stays put, looking out at all of the battleships. She was amazed by how many men and women had become a part of the Navy and prepared they seemed for the inevitable war that she was hoping the U.S. would stay out of. Her mind instantly flashes to Beca, wondering if her pilot had seen action. She wondered how the war was weighing in on her.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Stacie coming up to her.

"Hey..." Stacie says slowly. "The nurses are headed to the hospital to get situated... You should probably go with them."

Chloe nods and faces Beca's best friend. "Yeah, I was just thinking about Beca."

"You and me, both. She'll come back. Beca is one hell of a fighter." Stacie tries to sympathize. Chloe presses her lips together and nods again, hoping Stacie was right.

Chloe and Stacie disembark the ship, saying their goodbyes as they go in separate directions. Chloe starts walking with the other nurses but her mind is anywhere but here. She looks out at the sunset as she continues walking towards the hospital, wishing that Beca was there holding her hand. She wished that Beca could see the harbor the way that she did. She imagined England was cold and dark, nothing like the paradise that she was in. She only hoped that she could enjoy the scenery until Beca came home.

Eagle Squadron Base; April 12, 1941

Beca sits at the bench, sipping from the pint that she had gotten after a day of flying. The Germans sent fighters out, today, and Beca's mind goes back to the cockpit of her plan, the first time she's ever seen action up close. She looks down at the blank sheet of paper in front of her, trying to write out a letter to Chloe. She didn't really know what to say, because she now wished that she had never gone. She wished that she had just gotten off the train and left, but she didn't really know that if flying for an English outfit for American pilots would consider her AWOL, and that was something she couldn't risk, even if she wanted to. She never expected for the war to be this extreme. Colonel Allen was right when he said that the Germans wouldn't let up.

Beca taps the pen against the paper, and starts writing out words that she hopes will make sense.

Dear Chloe,

It's been two weeks since I left New York City, and you. It's a lot different out here, nothing like I had expected. It's cold and dark, so cold it digs into your bones. There's only one place I can go to find warmth, and that is to think of you. God, I wish that I was back there with you. We're fighting like hell here, and making friends is harder than ever. Yesterday, I had a pint with another pilot... Today, he was shot down and never returned. It just goes to show you what a treachery this war is. Colonel Allen told me today that if all Americans were like me, that he'd feel sorry for anyone who tried to start a war with us. I didn't know how to take it, but I thanked him. I hope Pearl Harbor is treating you well and that you never have to see the things I've seen here. Until I see you, again...

With all my love,

Beca

Pearl Harbor; Oahu, Hawaii: April 19, 1941

It had been two weeks since Beca had been gone, and Chloe was trying to deal with the fact that it could take months for the brunette to return. On top of the sinking feeling in her chest that Beca wasn't going to return in one piece, Chloe had been outrageously sick.

One night, Stacie and she were at the beach talking about Beca, and sharing their memories of the pilot when Chloe felt the sudden urge to empty her stomach. She left the beach and ended up in the bathroom at the house she shared with the other nurses for a good 20 minutes. She hoped it was just a stomach bug going around, but most of those don't last that long.

Chloe lay in bed, reading the newspaper, nothing exciting popping out at her. She sighs and wonders how Beca is doing. Not that she didn't think of the brunette, she did constantly, but she wondered how Beca looked, how she felt.

She looks at the clock and realizes it's already 19:00, knowing she should probably turn in soon because she hasn't been feeling well. There was a knock on the front door and Chloe groans, getting up from her bed to go answer it. The other nurses were at the hospital, so Chloe was the only one home.

She opens the screen door and is greeted with the postman. She smiles weakly as he hands her the mail and taking his leave. She shuffles through the envelopes, looking to see if there was anything important for her or the other nurses.

Chloe stumbles across an envelope with her name written neatly on it. She throws the other mail on the end table and walks back to her room. The letter was sent from the Royal Air Force base and Chloe hoped that there wasn't bad news in there. She carefully opens the letter and pulls out a piece of paper, unfolding it to reveal Beca's handwriting.

She sighs as relief washes over her that Beca is still alive. She reads the letter, tears filling her eyes as she makes note of every detail of her handwriting.

Beca's handwriting had once been eloquent and flowed ever so perfectly, and now it was shaky and warped. Chloe felt her heart break as she reads every detail about how Beca felt in England. She wanted her brunette back, now, more than anything in the world. But the reality slowly sunk in when she realizes that won't be the case. Beca was stuck there, and there was nothing the two of them could do.

Chloe gently lays the letter down on her nightstand before laying back in bed and allowing her hands to fall over her aching stomach. She lets out a deep breath that she didn't know she had been holding in. The breath being so exasperated that it caused Chloe to feel the nausea settle in her stomach. She instantly gets up and runs towards the bathroom, emptying the contents in her stomach into the porcelain bowl. She sits down next to it, sweat dripping down her face.

She weakly gets up, grasping onto the counter to give herself some leverage, flushing the toilet and exiting the bathroom. She grabs her keys and starts the short walk to the hospital. Her stomach was killing her and she needed to find out what was wrong.

Two Hours Later
Chloe sat on the hospital examination table with her head in her hands. The test results for her stomach issue had come back, and Chloe was in pieces.

"Are you sure?" She asks the doctor.

"I'm sorry, Lt. Beale... But yes, we're positive."

Eagle Squadron Base; May 10, 1941

Beca sat at the same bench she had taken post at every single day since her arrival two months ago. The war's effects sinking into her bones, circling her eyes, and taking a toll on her wellbeing. Beca lifts her glass of beer up to her lips, letting the carbonated libation make its way down her throat. She doesn't want to be here anymore, but she knows it's impossible to leave. Not when she's made it this far.

A pilot approaches her, gently tapping on her shoulder causing her to jump and flail wildly. Ever since her plane took a small hit from a German fighter plane, Beca's been on edge. The pilot apologizes for startling the short brunette and hands her a letter.

Beca smiles for the first time in what feels like forever. Chloe had written her back, and Beca didn't hesitate to rip open the envelope to read the enclosed letter.

My dearest Beca,

I'm sorry that it took me so long to write back to you, just know that you have never left my mind. I wish you were here with me as well. I miss you so much and it feels so strange to be half a world away from you. Every night, I watch the sunset and soak up every last ray of its warmth, and send it from my heart to yours. I love you, Lieutenant Rebeca Mitchell. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I can't wait to see you, again.

Love always,

Chloe

Beca's heart warms up at the letter, disregarding the fact that it was relatively short. Beca didn't mind, she was just happy to hear from Chloe again. She starts to write out a new letter when Colonel Allen approaches her.

"Family?" He says abruptly, causing Beca to look up.

"Girl, sir." Beca replies. "The girl."

Colonel Allen hands Beca another letter, which she looks oddly at. "That was hidden in my post, don't know why. Good luck with your girl."

Beca nods at Colonel Allen's direction before returning her attention to the new letter she had received. It was from Stacie and Beca smiles once more. She opens the letter and starts to read it.

Beca,

Get your ass back home, now. Seriously, Chloe is a wreck without you. I assume it takes forever for the post to get there, so she's always freaking out when you don't send her a letter. Listen, Beca there's something I need to tell you, but I'm not supposed to...

Beca's eyes immediately shoot up as she hears the air raid alarm sound. She hops out of her seat and starts running to her airplane, leaving the remainder of Stacie's note unread.

Beca... You're going to be a mother. You're going to be a mom! So, please make sure you come home.

Love,

Lt. Stacie Conrad

Beca hops into her plane and turns the engine over. She adjusts her helmet and headset, changing the frequency to reach the channel of the other pilots. She can hear them frantically yelling about the mission as the planes take off one by one.

Beca keeps her eyes wide open as they approach the Atlantic Ocean. She hated flying over the ocean because if you were shot down, there's no recovery from that, but that's where the Germans were and she had to suck it up.

"All right, let's do this, guys. Blue squadron, take the fighters. Red squadron, take the bombers." Beca says calmly into her headset.

"Copy that Red One." Another pilot chimes in.

Beca watches as the Blue Squadron hooks a left, heading for a storm of fighters.

"Red squadron, elevate. Let's get those bombers under us and give them a taste of their own medicine!" Beca screams as she lifts the control stick up to elevate her plane. The Red Squadron soars above the German bombers.

"Bombers under us, Red One."

"All right, Red Two. Follow my lead, high side. Take out that lead bomber." Beca says as she pushes the control stick down, nose diving her plane at the German bomber. She pulls the trigger and the plane deploys bullets at the plane below her. As soon as she passes it, she hooks right and flips her plane around. "Let's hit it again!"

Beca soars around and pulls the trigger. Bullets fly once again at the German bomber, taking a chunk out of the wing. Beca watches as Red Two comes barreling around, shooting the bomber and taking out an engine.

"Woo! Good shootin', Red Two!" Beca yells. "I got two M.E.'s dead ahead. I'm going for them." Beca pushes the throttle forward, speeding up to the Germans. She's right on their tail and she knows she's got this in the bag. She holds down the trigger, watching as her bullets hit one of the plane's engines. "Got one!"

She chases the other plane, letting off of her throttle as the plane in front of her tries to barrel roll and lose her. She locks on to the second plane, shooting it down instantly. "Woo! I got the other one!"

"Red One, you got fighters on your 6!" Red Two yells and Beca looks behind her. She nose dives and tries to outrun the fighters whose bullets are flying past her. One bullet enters the cockpit, causing an oil leak.

"I got an oil leak!" Beca screams as she pulls the goggles down, trying to gain her vision back. "Shit, I can't see a damn thing."

"Beca, fall out! They're right on your tail!" Red Two screams frantically.

Beca tries to avoid the four fighter planes behind her, but she can't see through the oil that's spurting out of her control panel. She goes to release her canopy, but it's stuck.

"I can't bail, my canopy's stuck!" Beca screams, grabbing the gun equipped in her plane, shooting out the window to the cockpit. She tries to break through the window to evacuate the plane, but it won't open. Beca's breathing gets frantic when all of the sudden, a bullet hits the wing of her plane, causing the plane to start losing altitude.

"I'm hit, I'm hit!" Beca screams as her plane starts barreling towards the ocean. "Mayday! Mayday!"

Beca pulls up on the control stick, but the plane won't let up as it continues its nose dive. Beca holds her breath, knowing there's no way out of this. She closes her eyes and pictures Chloe. Her heart breaks, knowing she wouldn't be returning home to her nurse. She thinks back to every moment that they spent together, every touch and loving glance. Beca knows this is the end, and she silently apologizes to Chloe for not keeping her promise.

"Oh, my God." Beca says under her breath, shutting her eyes tightly and bracing herself as her plane crashed into the ocean, causing a huge wave to engulf the body of the plane. Water fills the cockpit as the plane starts sinking to the bottom of the ocean.

Okay, I have to say that I am shocked. I looked up planes used in WWII, and pulled the Hawker Hurricane out of a list of planes used by the UK. I had NO IDEA that they were the planes the Eagle Squadron actually used. There's even a picture of them with the first order of the ES in March of 1941. I wrote this entire chapter before even researching that, so I'm glad the timeline and planes I chose were correct.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. Don't hate me. Leave reviews! I enjoy reading them