A/N: A bit of a filler chapter because I'm tired and lonely and I wanted to write something fluffy. I think this fic could use some fluff anyway :P

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"Do you think she calls him dad?" Chloe asked later that night.

They had been talking quietly for the past few hours, their hands still linked, resting on Beca's bed.

"I don't know," Beca said. "Would you want her to?"

"I don't know," Chloe said. "It seems wrong. But I don't like the idea of her having no father. And if she'd stayed with me, she'd never have had one. Maybe this is better."

"Having no father is better than having a bad one," Beca said.

"Do you think he's been a bad one?" Chloe asked.

"He didn't seem like he would be. But that doesn't mean she's better off with him," Beca said. "She needs her mom too."

"Maybe I wouldn't have been a good mom. I always worried before she was born that I wouldn't know what to do. I mean, I'm only 21. What do I know about raising a kid? I used to stay up all night and just stare down at my big pregnant belly, just freaking out. Tom was pretty good at calming me down when he was around. He was always level-headed. And when she was born he was so happy, and so good with her. And then..." Beca squeezed her hand. "And then he died. And I didn't know what to do. I don't think I'd have been a good mom."

"What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up in that vault?" Beca asked her, her thumb tracing gently over the back of Chloe's hand.

"Emily," Chloe said. "But that doesn't mean I'd have been-"

"And who is the person you've done all this for?" Beca asked, cutting her off. "You've fought off dogs and ghouls and raiders. You've walked for days. You... You let us watch some of your most painful memories, for god's sake. Who did you do it for?"

"Emily," Chloe said again, her voice catching in her throat. There was a look in Beca's eyes she hadn't seen before, and she couldn't quite place what it was. But it was powerful, and it made her feel something.

"That makes you more of a mom that most," Beca said. "You're risking your life everyday to find her. And it's okay to feel scared. It's okay to make mistakes. You love your daughter, and there's no doubt in my mind that you'd do anything to keep her safe. When you see her again, I know you'll be a great mom."

Tears had started making there way down Chloe's cheeks, and Beca moved over to her bed. Chloe sat up and allowed herself to be pulled into a hug.

"I'm so glad you found me that day," Chloe said softly.

"Me too," Beca said, placing a tentative kiss on the top of her head.

After Chloe had calmed down, Beca returned to her bed and the two girls fell asleep.

Chloe woke up not long after. She attributed the pounding in her head to the two shots of whiskey she'd had, but the shaking in her hands came from the dream she'd just had.

She dreamt she was home. Her old home before any of this had happened. Everything was clean and safe and in her dream she'd sighed with relief as she walked around the house. In the living room, Tom was feeding Emily and watching TV, and in the kitchen was the smell of a chicken roasting.

It must have all been a dream, she thought. A horrible dream.

She felt a pang in her chest as she thought of Beca, but surely this was where she was meant to be? In her home with her family, not in some wasteland.

But it wasn't her home.

She could see that now, as she moved through the rooms. The paint began peeling off the walls. The windows cracked and shattered. The once varnished wooden floor beneath her feet began rotting away. Furniture fell apart and everything became layered with dust and cob-webs. The TV only displayed the 'Please Wait' sign. Tom was now a heap of bones on the broken down sofa. A teenage girl she didn't recognise was staring at her with an undisguised hatred. She could hear the angry shrieking of ghouls in the distance. Radroaches began scuttling up the walls and along the floors. The man who's picture she had in her pocket was pulling the girl away by her arm.

She turned around in the wreck that was once her home and saw Beca on the ground, a bullet hole in her shoulder and a pool of blood surrounding her.

She woke up, and was relieved to see the small brunette still sleeping on the bed beside her.

She sat up carefully, trying not to wake her, and rested her head in her hands. She forced herself to breath slowly and tried to rid herself of what she'd seen, as well as fighting the urge to be sick.

She didn't hear Beca get up, but soon felt a hand on her back and the bed dip beside her.

"Drink this slowly," she said, handing her some water. "Bad dream?"

Chloe nodded, gratefully accepting the water. Beca slowly rubbed her back as she drank.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Beca asked, acutely aware she had been in Chloe's spot only a few days before.

Chloe shook her head.

"Okay," Beca said. "Then we should get back to sleep."

"I don't... I don't want to dream again," Chloe said.

"I know," Beca said. "Trust me, I really know how much nightmares suck. But you need to sleep. The dreams can't hurt you, and I'll be right here when you wake up."

Chloe felt another rush of affection for her.

"You've changed a lot, you know?" Chloe said, watching as Beca pushed their beds together so she could lie beside her.

"I haven't," Beca said, smiling slightly. "Is this okay?" She asked gesturing to the beds. Chloe nodded and Beca climbed onto her side. Chloe lay down next to her and Beca pulled the thin blanket so it covered both of them. She began absentmindedly playing with Chloe's hair. Brushing strands from her face and tucking them behind her ear.

"You have," she said. "When we first met you were really closed off and a little mean."

Beca laughed and shook her head.

"I wasn't mean."

"You were kinda mean," Chloe said, smiling too.

"Look, I'm always closed off when I first meet people. I've always been that way. But once I trust you then I guess I let down my guard. It was the same with Nick, and then all the girls back in Sanctuary, and now you. It doesn't mean I've changed. It just means I trust you," Beca said, "and like you."

"Well, I trust and like you too," Chloe said.

They were quiet for a few seconds, just content to look at each other.

"I know that all your focus and energy is on finding Emily right now," Beca said, putting her arm around Chloe so her head was resting on the brunette's chest. She felt a twinge in her shoulder but she managed to get into a comfortable position. "And I know this isn't the time to talk about it... But when I say that I like you, I mean I... Like like you. And I'd like to be more than friends with you. That sounded lame," she added, laughing at herself.

"I like you too, Becs," Chloe said. "And when things have settled down, I'd love to be more than friends with you. But finding Emily comes first."

"Of course it does," Beca said. "I wouldn't expect anything less. Now enough talk, time to go back to sleep."

As Chloe fell asleep, her head on Beca's chest, the brunette stayed awake.

Staring at the ceiling she thought, I could definitely get used to this.