A/N: Surprise update? I stayed up until like 3am this morning writing a few more chapters of this so I don't fall behind again.

Please review, I can't beg you enough, they're super helpful and they keep me motivated to keep writing.

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

Their weapons and supplies were taken from them, before they were forced to walk further into the old subway station.

The pain in Beca's shoulder was getting worse, and she'd stopped making smart-ass comments to the man holding her.

After walking through tunnels and passageways, they reached a door that was guarded by two more men.

"Jesse in here?" One of the men holding them asked. One of the guards nodded.

The man moved forward and pushed open the doors. Beca, Chloe, and Nick were pushed in after him.

The room resembled an old train station's control room. It was full of desks and screens which probably once showed security footage from all the subway lines in the area.

"Why are you asking questions about Michael Brookes?" A voice said. They couldn't see where it was coming from, but there was an old security camera pointed at them, with a speaker next to it.

"Because fifteen years ago he took my daughter from me," Chloe said, sounding angry now. "I was trapped in a vault, and he came and took her out of my arms. And now he's hiding in this place. Getting his men to attack women when they ask questions about him." It was silent in the room now. "I want my daughter back."

"You were attacked?" The voice asked.

"As good as," Chloe said.

"I told you not to use force," the voice said, sounding annoyed. "I'm sorry. But these men... They're used to handling things in a different way."

"Why did you bring us here?" Beca asked. Chloe turned to look at her, alarmed to hear how drained she sounded. The man holding her was still gripping her shoulder tightly. He didn't seem to be aware that both Nick and Chloe had been let go. Chloe marched over and pulled his arm off. He looked surprised to find it still there.

"Are you okay?" Chloe asked, softly. Beca nodded, and gestured behind her.

Chloe turned and saw a man had entered the room. He was a little older than they were. He had brown hair and dark eyes.

"Jesse?" Chloe asked. It had been fifteen years, but he still looked like small scared boy from her memory. "You were there when he took her, weren't you?" He nodded.

"He did the same to me," he said. "My parents were drunks. They sold me to the Institute so they could get more caps to spend on booze. Michael... My dad... rescued me before they had the chance to take me."

"Where is he now?" Chloe asked.

"He died," Jesse said. "After he saved your daughter. And other kids who were going to be taken by the Institute. He built up this place so we'd never have to leave. He hired all these men so we'd be safe. And they stayed after he died because they need a safe place too."

"He didn't rescue my daughter, he kidnapped her," Chloe said, furious now.

"If it wasn't for him, she would have ended up at the Institute," Jesse replied. "Whether you knew about it or not, Emily was in danger. And now, you're here to kill me, right?"

"What?"

"I should have known you'd try to find us. You held onto her so tight. Michael should have probably killed you but he was getting soft," Jesse said. He was speaking calmly but Chloe could see fear in his eyes. She imagined him hiding in here for years, terrified of the outside world. And now the outside world had found him and, in his eyes, wanted revenge.

"I'm not here to kill you," Chloe said. "How could I? You've taken our weapons, and you outnumber us. I just want to see my daughter. I want to take her home."

Jesse shook his head. "She's safe here," he said.

"Why don't we ask her, and see what she wants?" Beca asked, getting more and more annoyed at Jesse.

"She's happy without you," Jesse said. "She doesn't want to leave."

It all happened in seconds.

Chloe surged to the side and grabbed a gun from one of the guards' holsters and aimed it at Jesse.

Beca felt the cold steel of a gun jammed against the side of her head, and saw others point their weapons at Chloe.

"Chloe," Jesse said. "That's your name right? Chloe Beale? Don't do anything stupid, Chloe." He gestured behind her and she glanced to see Beca with a gun held against her head. "You've already said that we outnumber you. If you don't lower that," he pointed at her gun now, "then your friends die. And so will you. And you'll never see Emily."

"I could shoot you before they did that," Chloe said, her voice shaking.

"And then what would happen? Even if you killed me, my guards would kill you all," he said. "And I don't think you're going to shoot me."

"Are you willing to risk it?" Chloe asked, avoiding looking at Beca.

"Are you?"

Beca was afraid now. More afraid than she had been since they'd been taken from the Memory Den. She knew Chloe would do anything to get Emily back. She was desperate. She didn't want to die down here, underground. She wanted to tell Chloe that this wasn't the way to do things, but she couldn't find the words.

"Put the gun down, Chloe, and we'll talk," he said.

Chloe didn't move.

Jesse sighed. "Okay," he said. "Kill one of them. The synth."

"No!" Beca cried.

"Wait," Chloe said. She dropped her gun. "Don't hurt them. I just want to see her."

Jesse bent down to pick up the gun, and he tucked it in his waistband.

He opened a door to his right, and a girl stepped into the room.

She was tall. Taller than she'd been expecting. She had Tom's brown hair and dark eyes, and she was beautiful.

Chloe felt like she was dreaming. She hadn't imagined seeing her so soon. She wasn't prepared for this sudden rush of emotions.

"Mom?" Emily asked, her voice shaking slightly. "You're her, right? Michael had a picture of you that he'd show me sometimes."

"Yeah," Chloe said, her voice a whisper. Tears had started falling down her cheeks. "Yeah, I'm your mom." She moved forward and pulled Emily into a hug. She felt her daughter hugging her back, gripping her tightly. "I'm so happy to see you."

"Me too," Emily said, half crying, half laughing. "I've been waiting for this since I was a little kid."

"I'm so sorry I haven't been here for you," Chloe said, breaking apart and holding her daughter's face in her hands.

"It wasn't your fault," Emily said. "I'm just glad you're here now."

Beca watched them embrace again with a smile on her face. She almost felt like she was intruding on their reunion, so she turned her attention to something else. She reached up and gingerly touched the bandage on her shoulder. Her stomach sank when she felt that it was wet with blood.

"Well, as moving as this is," Jesse said, "we need to decide what happens next."

"That all depends on what Emily wants to do, doesn't it? If she wants to come with me, then you aren't going to stop her," Chloe said.

"Mom, I don't want to go with you," Emily said, looking down at the ground now.

"You... You don't?" Chloe asked, feeling her heart break.

"It's not that I don't want to be with you!" Emily said, quickly. "It's that I don't want to leave here. I don't want to go outside. I want you to stay here, with me."