A/N: I know I know I'm super late with this one. I gave myself a bit of a break to de-stress and shit and then I struggled writing this and tbh I'm not totally happy with how it turned out.

Here it is anyway, please please please review.

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

The next morning, Chloe woke up with a pounding headache and her stomach was churning. It had been a long time since she'd felt hungover.

Beca couldn't help but smirk at her as she made her eat and drink something.

"Remind me not to drink random shots of whiskey in the future," Chloe said, trying to eat the food without bringing it back up.

"Sure thing," Beca said.

The things they'd said to each other the night before still hung in the air.

"Feel better?" Beca asked once Chloe had finished.

Chloe smiled and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Much better."

They dressed and met up with Nick before heading back out into Goodneighbour, showing the man's photograph to everyone they saw.

They weren't even surprised when every single person said they'd never seen him before.

"Something's going on here," Nick said, as they sat in one of the bars to re-group. "The Commonwealth isn't that big of a place. And for the most part, when people find a place to settle, they don't move on. So even if he hasn't been here in over 15 years, someone would have seen him."

"Maybe he never came here," Beca said, absentmindedly scratching Dogmeat behind the ears as she thought. "We know he was traveling with at least one kid. Two when he got Emily. It's not the most kid friendly place. Wouldn't it be more likely for him to go to Diamond City?"

"I would say yes, but I've never seen him before. And you know me, I know everyone who comes in and out of that city, it's part of the job," Nick said.

"Well, we're not going to find him by sitting here," Chloe said, feeling frustrated again. "We should at least try and see if anyone in Diamond City knew him. Maybe he slipped under your radar, Nick."

Nick shrugged. "I guess it's worth a shot."

They stood to leave.

"I should try and get in contact with Aubrey before we move on. Just to keep her updated," Beca said. "I'll meet you guys back at the Memory Den."

Back in Sanctuary, it was Fat Amy's turn to wait by the radio tower. This wasn't usual practice, but Aubrey had started getting increasingly worried, so she started to make sure that there was always someone by the radio in case Beca tried to contact them.

In Fat Amy's opinion, it was totally unnecessary. When someone radioed in you could hear them no matter where you were in Sanctuary. But if it stopped Aubrey from stress puking, then she wasn't going to complain.

It was near the end of her shift when a voice crackled through.

"Goodneighbour calling Sanctuary," the voice said.

"Sanctuary receiving," Fat Amy replied. She waved over Aubrey who had, of course, heard the voice from where she was pumping water.

"Amy? Is that you?" The voice said.

"Sure is," Fat Amy replied. "That you, shorty?"

"Yeah," Beca said, sounding relieved to hear her voice.

Aubrey took the radio from Amy's hand.

"Beca?!"

"Hey," she said. "How are you?"

"Beca, when are you coming home?" Aubrey asked.

"I don't know, 'Bree," Beca sighed. "Soon I hope."

"We need you here, Beca. Don't forget that."

"I know, Aubrey. Look, I've got to go. I'll radio in when I can," she said.

"Stay safe," Aubrey said.

"You too."

Beca made it back to the Memory Den to find Chloe and Nick waiting near the entrance. She saw a group of men who were dressed similar to raiders further back and she wanted to put some distance between them.

"Ready to go?" Beca asked. She was eager to get back to Diamond City. Goodneighbour had always made her nervous.

"Let's do it, kid," Nick said, standing up from one of the dusty red sofas.

As they headed towards the door, it swung open in front of them. A second group of men walked into the Memory Den, blocking their path out.

"Excuse me," Beca said, trying to move past them.

One of them put a hand on her uninjured shoulder and firmly pushed her back. She sighed and her hand tightened around her bat.

"We don't want any trouble boys," Nick said.

"Neither do we," one of the men said. The group took a step forward, forcing Beca, Chloe and Nick to take a step back.

Their backs hit the first group who had stood and formed a wall behind them.

"Look, we're leaving. Can you please just let us past?" Chloe asked.

"Why are you asking questions about Michael Brookes?" The man asked.

"Who?" Beca replied, looking between the men, who had now taken their guns from their holsters.

"Don't play dumb," he said. "You've been showing his picture to everyone here. We want to know why?"

"This guy?" Chloe asked, with a surge of fear and excitement. She pulled the photo from her pocket.

"Yes," the man said, looking to the other men around them. "That guy."

A second later, and Beca felt a surge of pain as her arm was forced behind her back. She squeezed her eyes shut as it felt like fireworks were exploding behind them. She tried to swing her bat but whoever had hold of her took it from her with ease.

She could tell by the sounds of struggling that it was happening to the others too, so she forced her eyes open. Someone was pointing a gun at her, and Dogmeat was growling furiously.

"Get your mutt to calm down, or we'll shoot it," he said.

"He'll calm down if you get that gun out of my face," Beca said, trying not to show how much pain she was in.

One of the men cocked their gun and pointed it at Dogmeat.

"Wait!" Beca said, panicked. "Don't shoot him. Dogmeat, it's okay boy." He whimpered slightly. "It's okay."

"What's going on?" Chloe asked, as they began forcing them to walk out of the Memory Den.

"We're going to see our boss," he said.

"The man from the photo?" Chloe asked, once again excited and terrified at the prospect of finding her daughter.

"No," he said. "His son. Jesse."

As they walked through the doors and entered the street, Dogmeat made his escape. One of the men fired a few shots after him but he missed.

"Just let him go," the man said, shrugging.

Beca felt a surge of hope knowing that Dogmeat would go and find help.

"You know," Beca said, struggling against the man who was holding her, "you could have just told us you knew the guy and we would have just come with you."

The man didn't answer. He just kept walking, leading the group to the outskirts of Goodneighbour.

"Like, seriously dude, I got shot a few days ago so could you maybe ease up," she said. The man holding her simply twisted her arm further.

"Look, just let her and Nick go," Chloe said, as she watched Beca getting paler. "I'm the one who was asking about this guy."

"Chloe-"

"They have nothing to do with it," Chloe said, ignoring Beca's interruption.

The man still didn't speak. Soon they reached the entrance of an old subway station, and they started descending the stairs. At the bottom was a door.

Beca hated being underground like this. She hated being trapped. She had a horrible feeling that once the door closed behind them, they wouldn't be coming back up.

The reached the bottom of the broken down escalators.

She glanced over at Chloe, who looked just as afraid. She tried to give her a reassuring smile.

"It's okay," she said. "We'll be fine."

The door closed behind them.