A/N: So my plan was to have like half of this chapter be a flashback but the flashback went on longer than expected so basically this chapter and the next chapter will be mostly flashbacks... Hope that's okay!

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I do not own Pitch Perfect or fallout or any of their characters

"How much further is it to Diamond City?" Chloe asked as they carried on their journey.

"Not much longer," Beca said, checking her pip-boy to make sure they were headed in the right direction. "Couple of hours maybe. It's not easy though. We have to go right into the centre of the city to get to it. Security patrol a lot of it, but there are usually groups of raiders and super-mutants holed up in the buildings just outside."

"You really hate raiders, huh?" Chloe asked, not missing the way Beca would practically spit the word every time she said it.

"Everyone hates raiders," Beca said. "They don't give a shit about rebuilding the world, they just want to steal and kill. A group of them they... They killed my mom." Chloe looked at her. Her hand had tightened around the bat and her jaw was clenched. "I hate them."

"I'm sorry, Beca," Chloe said. "What happened?"

Beca was quiet for a moment, as if she was trying to decide whether or not to say anything. She hadn't spoken about it properly since Aubrey had found her. Part of her regretted even mentioning her mom. Of course Chloe was going to ask questions about it. Another part hoped that maybe getting it off her chest would help ease the nightmares, at least for a little while.

"You don't have to tell me," Chloe said, breaking the silence. "I just thought it might help to talk about it."

Beca nodded, trying to work up the courage to start speaking.

"I haven't talked about it in a long time," Beca said. She rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand.

"Just take your time," Chloe said.

"I was sixteen," Beca said, finally. "We'd been in Diamond City for about a year I think. It was the middle of the night and my mom woke me up."

"Why?"

"She didn't say. Not at first. Just that we had to leave," Beca said, the memories still fresh in her mind.

"Mom, what's going on?" Beca asked, rubbing her eyes, confused.

"I can't explain now Beca, we have to go," her mom said, shoving what few possessions they had into a bag. "Just get dressed, okay sweetie?"

Beca pulled her clothes on quickly and followed her mom out of their tiny apartment in Diamond City.

It was cold and quiet outside. The only noises she could hear were from the bots who were still selling in the market.

"Just keep close to me," her mom whispered as they made their way through the little alley-ways, avoiding the main path through the tiny city.

They reached the city gates where a couple of armed guards were standing, fully kitted out in heavy armor. Nick Valentine was there waiting for them.

"Is there any sign of him yet?" Her mom asked him.

"Not that I've heard. No one outside the gates have reported seeing him yet. I don't think he's reached the city," he said. "Move quickly and stick to the shadows. Try and get out of the area as fast as you can. There's a settlement just north that will take you in for now."

"Thank you," her mom said, trying to hand over a purse filled with bottlecaps.

"I don't want your caps, Sarah," he said. "Keep them. And keep each other safe. Good luck."

"Mom, please tell me what's going on. You're freaking me out," Beca said.

"Your dad found out we were here," her mom said, trying to hide the fear from her voice. "So we have to go, okay?"

"Okay," Beca said. She felt afraid now. She had very little memory of her father, but she knew he was frightening. He spent a lot of time with his raider friends and quite often got violent. Beca and her mom had ran away when she was nine. They moved from place to place so he wouldn't find them, but they'd stayed in Diamond City longer than they usually would have. They felt safe there, behind the high walls and guards. "How did he find us?" Beca whispered as they left Diamond City.

"I don't know," her mom said, moving quickly and quietly through the alleys. "I just know that Nick heard from someone in a bar that he was on his way. You have to stay quiet now, okay Becs? Just be quiet and stay close to me."

They didn't get far.

After about twenty minutes of moving through the area they reached a courtyard lit with torches. Her mom gripped her arm and tried to lead her back into the shadows, but they were grabbed from behind by a pair of raiders.

"Mom!" Beca cried out as her arms were twisted painfully behind her.

"Don't touch her!" Her mom yelled, struggling against the person who held her.

"I won't hurt her," a voice said from across the courtyard. Beca looked to see her dad walking towards them, several raiders with them. More came from other directions and they were soon surrounded.

"Just let her go, James," her mom said. "Do what you want with me, but please let her go. She's just a kid."

"My kid," her dad said. "She's my kid, Sarah, and you took her away." He hit her hard across the face.

"Stop it!" Beca shouted.

"You'll need to learn some respect, Beca. I'll teach you that. But don't worry about it for now," he said, before he nodded at the person holding her.

A second later and someone struck her in the back of the head, and everything went dark.

She woke up in what seemed to be a prison cell. Her mom was in the cell beside her, heavily bruised with blood running down the side of her face.

"Mom?" Beca asked, groaning slightly as she sat up and moved to cell wall that connected to her mother's cell. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine sweetie," her mom said, reaching her hand through the bars. Beca took it. "Are you?"

"I think so," Beca said.

"We'll be okay, Becs," she said. "We'll get out of this."

"Don't lie to her," her dad said. He was sitting at one of the desks in the room. "Clearly, things aren't going to be okay."

"Why are you doing this?" Her mom asked.

"A daughter should be with her father," he said, standing up and walking over. "But I said I wouldn't hurt her, and I won't."

"You've already hurt me," Beca said, rubbing the back of her head.

"That was necessary," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "And nothing compared to what would happen to you if you were picked up by a normal gang of raiders. In fact, mine are due a reward for helping get you here." He turned to face her mom. "I thought maybe you could help me out with that, Sarah."

Three raiders approached the cell and her dad opened it.

"What are you doing?" Beca asked. The raiders grabbed her mom and dragged her out of the cell. "Let her go!"

"I'm doing this for you, Beca," her dad said. "I didn't think you'd want to watch what's going to happen."

Her mom started struggling.

"Leave her alone!" Beca rain to the door of her cell and started pulling at the door. "Mom!"

"Get off me!" Her mom screamed as she was dragged into a nearby room.

"Please let her go," Beca pleaded with her dad.

"Beca, these people are ruthless. They're vicious. They have certain... needs. And I'll be honest, they'd rather use you to fulfill those needs. But that's not going to happen while I'm here. So I needed to give them someone, didn't I?" He said.

Beca had stopped listening to him. Her mom's screams were filling the room.

"Please make them stop," Beca said, tears in her eyes. "Please."

"It's too late for that Beca," he said, and the screaming stopped.