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, so I finally finished this chapter, BUT I'm keeping the temp hiatus note on this just because it's probably going to be awhile before I can update this particular story.
December 7, 1941
Beca and Stacie lay sleeping in a car that they commandeered after a fight broke out at the bar the night before. Beca stirs in her sleep as she hears the roar of engines and explosives being set off.
"Why the hell is the navy doing drills this early on a Sunday morning?" She groans as the noises get louder. She stretches her arms as she lifts herself up in the seat.
"GET DOWN!" A local photographer, James, screams as a hail of bullets come flying toward them, causing Stacie to jolt awake.
"GET IN THE CAR!" Beca yells at the photographer as Stacie turns the engine over, ready to haul ass away from there.
James grabs his camera and hops in the back, breathing heavily as turns the cameras towards the scene at Pearl Harbor. Planes were dropping torpedoes and the battleships were blowing up into millions of pieces. "I'm from the Navy Newsreel and I can tell you one thing. Them ain't navy planes!"
"Go, go, go!" Beca yells at Stacie. Stacie slams on the gas pedal and they start driving erratically towards the Air Force base.
"They look like Japs." Stacie comments as she weaves in and out of traffic, flooring the gas pedal.
"I didn't even know the Japs were sore at us!" James screams with a crack in his voice from the back of the car.
Beca holds on to the side of the car while watching the planes zoom overhead. "Stacie, just get me to a god damn airplane."
Chloe's sitting in the house when she hears explosions rupture from outside. The other nurses step outside to see what's going on when they notice a bunch of ships in flames and planes firing at the city.
"What in the world?" Emily says, jaw wide open in shock at how many planes were bombing the harbor. "There's so many of them."
"Everybody to the hospital!" Chloe screams loudly as they gather what they can and start their run towards the hospital.
Civilians who had been injured by the warfare were making the same journey to the hospital, and Chloe ran frantically, hoping to make it to the hospital before she got shot. Bullets were ricocheting off of the ground behind her and the nurses and she turns a sharp corner, grabbing Aubrey as they duck down behind a statue to avoid the bullets flying past them. They hear an explosion, and look over their hiding spot to see fire raising into the air. Chloe knew damn well that if they wanted to survive they had to continue running the 150 feet towards the hospital.
Chloe and Aubrey get up and make a dash for the hospital, seeing victims with charred skin and bleeding profusely run in with them. Chloe's heart breaks and her mind runs crazy, never seeing such chaos and madness in her life. The doctors are yelling orders at the nurses and Chloe's trying to clear her mind.
Chloe runs into the first ward, closest to the windows.
"Aubrey, get to the supplies. Grab everything you can!" Chloe yells over the sound of gunfire.
"Get them away from the window!" The doctor yells and Chloe exhales sharply, thinking quickly to find a solution.
"The mattresses! Use the mattresses to cover them!" Chloe demands as she and the doctor start cutting patients down, grabbing the hospital beds and leaning up against the wall with the patients. A sudden explosions bursts through the window and Chloe holds her breath.
The air raid alarm sounds at the Air Force base, waking up the sleeping pilots.
Benji, who was in the bathroom, looks out the window and starts stammering. He runs out, pulling his uniform on and stumbling over his words.
"Th- Th-..." Benji stutters while hyperventilating. "Th- The..."
"Spit it out, Benji." Another pilot, Amy, groans, annoyed.
"Th- the... The Japs are here!" Benji manages to get out as bullets come flying through the window, causing the pilots to jump out of their beds and hide.
"Everyone get to the armory!" Amy yells, hopping up from the ground and throwing her uniform on. The pilots make their way out of their bunks and into the armory. "Grab all the ammo you can!"
A beep comes in over their transmission radio and Major Swanson answers it.
"Jesse, this is Conrad!" Stacie screams. "I need you to get those planes fueled and loaded."
"What the fuck is this, Conrad? Target practice?"
"I think World War II just started." He hears Beca comment.
"Dear God. Go, go, go. Load those machine guns!" Swanson demands as he grabs a shotgun, running out onto the airway. Planes flew overhead and they make their way to the bunkers, loading their guns and firing at the planes.
A missile lands next to one of the bunkers and all of the pilots flee except for the gunman, Billy.
"Billy, get the fuck out of there!"
Billy sits in fear as he watches the propeller on the missile stop. He stands up, yelling, "It's a dud! It's a dud!"
Benji lets out a breath that he was holding in before the missile suddenly detonates right next to Billy, causing his body to become dismembered at the impact. Benji's eyes widen as he focuses his attention back to the planes flying overhead. He grabs the gun and starts firing wildly into the sky, shooting down a plane.
While the pilots are manning the bunkers and doing their best to shoot down the enemy planes, Major Swanson makes it to the hangar and checks the statuses on the few planes they had. Pearl Harbor was completely unprepared for an aerial attack and it showed, the 300 planes they had outside the hangar having been bombed. The base had four working planes and Jesse was worried that the attack was too much for them to come out victorious.
He hears tires screech and turns to be greeted with Beca and Stacie who were both sporting khaki jeans and Hawaiian print collared shirts. "What the fuck are you wearing?"
"Well, it's not like we had time to change before we were bombed." Stacie deadpans.
Jesse rolls his eyes, leading the two pilots into the hangar.
"This all you got, Swanson?" Beca questions in disbelief.
"We had four more, but that one's shit, that one won't take fuel, that one's missing a wing, and that one's out of ammo. These are the four functioning planes, Lieutenant." He quips back.
Beca shakes her head, running up to the ladder of the plane, motioning for Stacie to get in one of the planes. Amy gets in the third plane, and another pilot, Joey, gets in the fourth.
"All right, we're following you Red Leader." Stacie said to Beca in her headset. The roar of plane engines shakes the hangar as all four pilots start to pull out. Beca makes it down the runway, bullets flying towards her, but once the wheels lift up off the ground, she cheers loudly, closely followed by Stacie.
"Guys, hurry up and get off that runway!" Beca yells.
"My wings been shot. I'm grounded." Amy groans.
"Joey?"
"On my way, Bec-" Joey's transmission was cut off by a sudden explosion and Beca grits her teeth.
It was up to her and Stacie to fight off dozens of Japanese fighter pilots in two run down planes.
"All right, Stacie. Let's go get these sons of bitches."
The scene at the hospital is gruesome at best. Victims of the bombing coming in, no recognizable traits left to them. Chloe is making her rounds, providing morphine to those that were more likely to survive.
"Chloe, come here! Stat!" Aubrey screams and Chloe comes running over. "I don't know what to do." She cries as a patient lay shaking in her arm. He had a bullet wound in his throat and Chloe has to act fast.
"Get me morphine and some gauze!" She yells as she takes her index and middle fingers and plugs the wound, causing the blood spurting out of his neck to stop.
"Am I... Gonna die?" The man trembles.
"No, you're going to be okay." Chloe reassures, tears filling her eyes. Her wedding ring was covered in the patients' blood and her mind flashes to Beca. She hoped that in all of this chaos that her wife was still alive and not injured. "Come on, stay with me."
Aubrey runs back up and quickly hands the gauze to Chloe who replaces her fingers with it, putting pressure on it as the guy gasps for air, blood spitting up from his mouth.
"Chloe, there's too many victims. We need you to go outside and determine who can be saved and who we need in ICU, stat." The doctor says as he takes over for the redhead.
"I can't do that. I can't." Chloe starts crying, knowing that people's dates would be in her hands.
"Chloe, please. We can't save everyone." The doctor demands, somberly.
Chloe stands still for a moment before exhaling and nodding. She runs outside, grabbing lipstick from her pocket, letting Aubrey know what letters to write on their foreheads. She is instantly shocked at the scene outside of the hospital. Dead bodies lined the streets and the groans and cries of the victims was growing louder as she paced through the crowd.
She spots a victim who is shaking on the ground, but still alive enough to be saved. She writes a 'C' for critical on their forehead and keeps moving along. Chloe makes her way back to the fountain that she and Aubrey had hid behind and continues weeding through the sailors and civilians that filled the street. She sees Aubrey kneeling down over a body and screaming loudly.
"Emily! Emily, no! Come on, wake up. Emily, please." She hears Aubrey cry. Chloe's heart breaks as she grabs Aubrey's arm, knowing they had to detach themselves from Emily's death and keep moving.
"Aubrey, we need to go." Aubrey shakes her head as she sobs. "Aubrey, she's gone. We have to keep going." Chloe's eyes fill with tears as she's met with the lifeless face of Emily, char covering her skin. Chloe yanks Aubrey up off of the ground and they continue to make their rounds outside of the hospital.
"Swanson, you in the tower? Help us shoot down some of these planes," Beca says calmly into her radio.
"Yeah, we're almost there. Give us one minute," Major Swanson's voice floods through her headset.
"Start shooting those planes, we're bringing them around the bend now." Stacie chimes in.
Beca looks out of her cockpit to see Stacie hook a left turn around the building that the rest of the team was in. Beca follows suit and watches as the bullets hail past her and Stacie, hitting the Japanese fighters behind them. Two went down, but they still had six on their tail.
"Stacie, let's split them up." Beca sees a fork coming up and calculates the distance between the two paths to take and when they will ultimately meet up again.
"Okay, Beca. I'm going left, you go right." Stacie replies.
"Take them around the bend and then we're going to show these Japs how to play some good ol' Chicken. You ready?" Beca braces her control stick as she turns to the right.
"Just like back home. Let's do this."
"What are they doing?" Amy asks as the other pilots watch the two split up.
"They're doing what they do best," Major Swanson said, "doing things that they'd normally get kicked out of the Air Force for."
As the pathways that Beca and Stacie created are coming closer together, Beca looks behind her to see three planes following her, assuming the other three are following Stacie. She maneuvers with ease between the buildings, knowing that Stacie's plane would be coming into view soon.
Beca braces herself as she sees Stacie's plane turn from around the building, Beca's plane inching closer to hers.
"Go right, okay? Right." Beca repeats into the headset.
"Got it, Lieutenant."
When their planes are close enough together, Beca and Stacie yank their control sticks to the right, sending their planes flying past each other with mere feet between them. Beca can hear the sound of the other planes crashing loudly behind her and the cheering of all of the pilots in the lookout tower.
"Woo!" Stacie yells loudly into the headset as the pilots land their planes on the strip.
The attack on Pearl Harbor only lasted two hours, the Japanese retreating after realizing the Air Force and the Navy were fighting back at full force, despite losing a chunk of their officers. Thousands of lives were lost at sea, trapped within the sunken battleships.
Beca and Stacie had made their way to the hospital, seeing hundreds of patients flood the wings, bodies covered in white sheets being wheeled away to the crematorium.
"Holy shit." Stacie states with wide eyes as they make their way through the hall. The Air Force officers that survived without injury agreed to go donate blood for the victims of the bombing.
"Let's just hope our girls are alright." Beca mutters, grabbing Stacie's arm and leading them into a room. There was a bunch of people hooked up to IV's, the tubes leading into Coca-Cola bottles to dispense the blood. Beca looks around for any sign of Chloe or Aubrey, but is instead greeted by Jessica.
"Oh my god, Beca! Stacie! You're alive." Jessica says, her face lighting up at the sight of the rubble ridden pilots. "Let me get you hooked up and then I'll grab Chloe and Aubrey."
The pair nods in agreement, getting the IV inserted into their arms and sitting down as the blood flows into the bottles.
"Thank god, they're alive." Stacie breathes out, having seen plenty of doctors and nurses who hadn't survived the bombing.
"I just hope-" Beca's cut off by the sound of Aubrey's shoes rushing against the floor.
"Oh my god, Stacie! You're alive. Oh god." Aubrey sobs as she hugs her girlfriend. "I was so worried about you."
Beca's looking around for Chloe, but she's nowhere to be seen. She clears her throat, grabbing Aubrey's attention.
"Where's my wife, Posen?"
SORRY FOR THE CLIFFHANGER.