A/N: Soooo I don't mean to be all needy for reviews and shit, but my last chapter only got like three, which can be a bit disheartening when you work hard writing a chapter. It's hard to stay motivated to write when you feel like no one's reading.

In other news, those of you who've played Fallout 4, or who know the story, might think they have an idea about what happened/will happen to Chloe's daughter. But I want to do something different with it so I won't be following the FO4 story line.

Please review. Please. Thanks

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

Beca insisted on paying Dr. Sun, saying that he had provided a service and she wanted to pay for it. He refused, smiling at her frustration as she tried to force the bag of caps into his hand.

She settled on buying a couple of stimpaks from him which, unknown to her, he sold to her at a heavily discounted price.

"Take care," he said as the two girls left his store. He was glad to see she was okay. Beca didn't know it, but he was one of the people who'd went out searching the city for her and her mother when they found out they'd been taken. He didn't think he'd ever see her again.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Beca Mitchell," a voice said from behind them. Beca turned around to see a woman with dark hair and a red leather cap. She had her arms folded and was smirking. "Glad to see you're still alive."

"Hey Piper," Beca said.

"Who's the pretty redhead with the jumpsuit and the fish-out-of-water look?"

"This is Chloe," Beca said, introducing them. "Chloe, this is Piper, she produces the newspaper here."

"Nice to meet you," Chloe said, noticing the way Beca had blushed slightly at the sight of her old friend.

"You got a story worth my time, Red?" Piper asked, winking at Beca who blushed harder.

"Another time, maybe Piper. We need to see Nick," Beca said.

"Boo," Piper said. "Is this because you still have a huge crush on me?"

"Okay, well it was lovely catching up, see you Piper!" Beca said, loudly, steering Chloe away from the now laughing Piper. "Sorry about that," she said when they were far enough away.

"Did you have a crush on her?" Chloe asked, enjoying watching the usually cool and collected Beca look flustered.

"In my defense, I was sixteen and she was like the only cool and pretty woman I knew," Beca said. They reached the entrance to Nick Valentine's office. "Down here," she said, leading them down a staircase to a red door, which Beca opened.

Inside was a small office-like space filled with over-flowing filing cabinets. There was a sofa and a few chairs and a desk which had several piles of papers.

There was a small staircase at the back of the office which lead up to a couple of beds.

Nick turned when he heard the door open and he froze.

"Beca," he said, taking her in. "You're a sight for sore eyes, kid."

"Hi Nick," Beca said, smiling at him. They looked at each other for a few seconds before Nick pulled her into a hug.

"I heard a rumor you'd been brought in but I didn't believe it," he said once they broke apart. "I tried to find you. But once I found their hide-out and your Mom... I thought they'd killed you too. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Nick. I'm okay," Beca said. "But Chloe here needs your help. Her daughter was taken and she's looking for her."

Nick gestured for them to take a seat, and Chloe took in his appearance. He looked and sounded like the kind of New York private detectives you found in old movies, complete with trench-coat and battered fedora, except for the fact that he was obviously a synth. Beca had told her how, before the destruction of the Institute, people used to be kidnapped in the dead of night and replaced by completely life-like synths, that were so convincing even their own family couldn't tell. If Nick had once been that life-like, he certainly wasn't now. His eyes were yellow and slightly glowing and he was missing patches of skin on his face with machinery showing through.

"When did you last see your daughter, Chloe?" He asked, taking a pen and paper out of his jacket.

Chloe looked at Beca who nodded before placing a hand on her arm and squeezing.

Chloe told him everything. Starting from the sirens that came before the bomb was dropped, to waking up in the vault over 200 years later. Nick listened intently, making notes. When she finished, he was silent for a few seconds, looking over his notes.

"Can you remember anything about what the man looked like?" He asked.

"Not really," Chloe said, trying to remember. "He had a scar I think. And there was a kid with him. A boy. Maybe ten years old."

Nick sighed slightly. "This won't be easy, Chloe. This could have happened at anytime in the last 200 years. But I'll do my best to help you."

"Thank you," Chloe said. "Thank you so much."

"What's our next move?" Beca asked, squeezing Chloe's arm again.

"We should head to Goodneighbour. It's another settlement," he added, for Chloe's benefit. "We'll see Dr. Amari at the Memory Den."

"We can replay the kidnapping," Beca said. "Get a good look at the guy who did it."

"Exactly," Nick said. "Until we have a clear picture of who we're looking for, we have no chance of finding your daughter."

"What's the Memory Den?" Chloe asked.

"It's a place which lets you pick a memory from your past and watch it," Nick said. "In this case we'll be able to watch what happened when your daughter was taken. It might not give us a time frame, but it will show who did it."

"Okay," Chloe said, feeling a wave of nerves and excitement. "When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow," he said. "I take it you girls don't have a place to stay tonight?" They shook their heads. "Take the two beds upstairs. I'll get us some food and water for the journey."

"You don't have to," Beca said, knowing that Nick didn't need food or water and that this was just for her and and Chloe's benefit.

"I know," he said. "But I want to. Go get some rest."

They climbed the stairs to Nick's small sleeping loft, and climbed into the two beds. Dogmeat lay curled at the foot of the beds.

"You're quiet," Beca said after a while. She assumed Chloe would be full of questions about where they were going and what would happen, but the redhead hadn't said a word since Nick had told them the plan.

"I don't think you should come with me," she said, quietly.

"What?" Beca asked, sitting up. She winced as she pulled on her shoulder.

"I think you should go back to Sanctuary," Chloe said. It was fairly dark in the room, so Beca turned up the lamp by the bed and saw tears in Chloe's eyes.

"Why?" She asked.

"Beca, you got shot," Chloe said, sitting up too. Her hands were twisting in her lap and her eyes were looking anywhere but at Beca.

"So?"

"So?! So you got shot! You got seriously hurt because of me!" Chloe said.

To her surprise, Beca laughed. Her eyes shot up and she saw the small brunette was smiling.

"Chloe," she said, shaking her head slightly. "This wasn't the first time I've been shot, and it won't be the last."

"You almost died," Chloe said.

"This wasn't the first time I've almost died," Beca said. She moved over so she was sitting on Chloe's bed beside her. "I know that this whole new world is scary to you, but this is the world I grew up in. And it's dangerous. If you make it to 30, then you've had a long full life. You can't protect me from getting hurt. And unless you pull the trigger, then it isn't your fault if I get hurt." Beca hesitantly reached out and took Chloe's hand. "If you want me to leave because you don't like me, or whatever, then I'll go. But otherwise I'm sticking with you, okay?"

Chloe squeezed her hand. "Okay," she said softly.

"You'll let me stay?"

"I want you to stay."