A/N: First off, I am so so so so so so so sorry it took this long to get the final chapter out. I'm still not really happy with it to be honest, but I just wanted to get something out. I've had some bad writer's block with this, and my mental health game has been all over the place.

Anyway, here it is, the last chapter. Like I said, I'm not really happy with it, but I think it ends the story well enough.

Please review! It's probably the last time I'll beg for reviews for a while, so make the most of this :P

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

Around a week, Chloe woke up to find her room empty. She was still sharing a room with Emily while Beca recovered, but right now Emily's bed was empty and neatly made.

Chloe changed her clothes and left her room, walking down the hallway. She could hear light snores coming from other rooms, but when she popped her head into Beca's, she saw that that room was empty too.

Then she heard a quiet conversation coming from the porch of the house.

"Okay, so tighten that bolt," she heard Beca saying.

"Like this?" Emily replied.

"Yeah. Keep going until you can't tighten it anymore," Beca said.

Chloe came outside to find Beca and Emily working on the power armor. Beca was holding herself up on a crutch while telling Emily what to do next.

"You got it," Beca said. "You're a natural."

"Thanks," Emily said, laughing.

Chloe couldn't help but smile at the sight of her girlfriend and daughter bonding.

Beca had woken up that morning, stiff and in pain like she usually was. It was difficult to get into a comfortable position with a broken arm, bruised ribs and a sprained ankle, so it was hard getting to sleep, and even harder staying asleep. She'd woke herself up that morning by rolling over onto her arm.

Also, since learning that they'd had to sell the Deathclaw hands and meat to pay for Beca's doctor and to replenish their medical supplies, she'd stopped using Stimpaks. She knew they'd need them if someone else got injured, which was a common thing in the wasteland, and she didn't want to use them all up.

So that morning when she'd woken up, she got up and headed to the workshop so she could get a drink and some food.

She saw Emily sitting on the edge of the porch, watching the sunrise. Dogmeat was beside her. He'd really taken to her over the past few days.

"Can't sleep?" Beca asked, grabbing some water and sitting beside her.

Emily shook her head, still looking at the sky. "For the first 15 years of my life, I never saw a sunrise," she said. "I don't want to miss another one."

"Yeah," Beca said looking out at the sky too, "they're pretty neat."

They sat and watched, making light conversation, until Emily mentioned that she'd like to learn how the power armor worked, and how to upgrade weapons.

"Well what a coincidence," Beca had said, smiling, "my power armor got wrecked by a Deathclaw, and I can't really repair it with this thing on my arm. You wanna help me?"

And that was how Beca and Emily had spend their morning, until Chloe came out.

"Morning," Chloe said, walking over to the pair.

"Hey," Beca said, grinning when she saw her. She kissed her on the cheek, and Chloe carefully put an arm around her shoulder.

"How do you feel?" Chloe asked.

"Great," Beca said, still smiling. "Okay, Em, you wanna take off these two bolts here."

"These ones?" Emily asked, pointing.

"Yeah," Beca said. "This plate here needs to come off and get replaced. That stupid Deathclaw destroyed it." She watched as Emily followed her instructions. "Awesome. Okay, I gotta sit down for a bit."

Chloe helped her sit down on the edge of the porch before sitting beside her. Emily at her other side.

Beca winces slightly when she sat down and her hand went to her ribs.

"I wish you would just take something," Chloe said, shooting her a worried look. Beca shook her head.

"I'm fine," she said.

"You're so stubborn," Chloe said, kissing her on the side of the head. "It's infuriating." She stood up and began making them some breakfast.

Beca couldn't stop the smile that spread across her face. She hadn't gotten used to being Chloe's girlfriend yet, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it. The redhead was always holding her hand, or playing with her hair, or giving her some other kind of affection. It was new for Beca, but she loved it.

"So, installing water pumps and fixing power armor. We're definitely working you hard, huh?" Beca asked Emily as they waited for Chloe.

"Yeah," Emily said, smiling as she gazed upwards. "I like it though. Don't get me wrong, my arms are aching and my hands feel like they might fall off, but I don't mind. It feels good to be doing something."

"I know what you mean," Beca said. "It's a nice ache."

They heard someone scoff from behind them. Beca turned around to see Jesse standing by the workbench, taking a can of water out of the supply crate.

"Something to say?" Beca asked.

"Look, I'm really happy that you all seem to love manual labor so much, but it's just not for me, okay?" He said.

He had been struggling since he'd arrived, Emily had seen it. He was used to being in charge of a large group of men and women, hiding in his underground bunker. Now he was suddenly above ground and having to follow instructions for the first time in fifteen years. Emily would have felt sorry for him, but she thought if she could adapt, why couldn't he? He was much older after all.

"I don't know what to tell you," Beca said, trying not to snap at him. "We all pitch in here. We share the work load, and we share the rewards."

"What rewards?" He grumbled.

"That water you're drinking for a start," Aubrey said, joining them on the porch. He rolled his eyes but didn't say anything.

Beca had to remind herself that he had saved Chloe and Emily's lives, and she bit back her response.

"If you don't like manual labor we can find other jobs for you," Aubrey said, joining Chloe at the cooking pot so she could help her with breakfast.

"What kind of jobs?" He asked.

"There's the radio tower for a start," Aubrey said. "The loudspeaker on it's broken, so we need someone to basically sit by it and listen. You wouldn't have to do it all day, just a few hours at a time."

"Well that sounds exciting," Jesse said, finishing his water.

"Dude, why are you being such an ass?" Emily asked, annoyed at how her friend was behaving. "They've taken us into their home, shared their food and water, and are just asking that we help them out in return."

Jesse softened slightly, and looked almost embarrassed. "I'm sorry," he said. "It's just... I'm not adapting as well as you are." He looked at Aubrey. "I am sorry. And if you want me to do the radio, I can do that."

"Thank you," Aubrey said.

After they'd all eaten, Fat Amy took Jesse over to the radio tower and explained how it worked.

"Basically," she said, "you just need to listen for people calling to Sanctuary. If someone does, you just respond and ask what they want. A lot of the time it'll just be the Minutemen asking to spend a night or two here while they're making their way someplace else. But sometimes it's news of an immediate danger to us. Like when we got the call about the Deathclaw. If it is something like that, ring this bell, and we'll come to you and you can explain. Make sense?"

"Yeah," Jesse said, taking a seat beside the radio.

"Great," Amy said, leaving him to it.

During his first few hours, Jesse didn't get a single message. It wasn't exciting work, but he preferred it to the others he'd done so far.

It wasn't long after, however, that Jesse was ringing the bell, a slight look of panic on his face.

"What is it?" Aubrey asked once they'd all made it over to him.

"Um, there was a call from a near-by settlement. I... I forget their name... They said a group of raiders are heading our way. They'd stolen from the other settlement and even killed some of them. They were overheard saying they were coming here next," he said. The look of fear on his face reminded Beca of the small boy she had seen in Chloe's memory.

"Hey," Beca said, "it's okay dude. This kind of thing happens sometimes. We can deal with it." She sounded braver than she felt, mostly for Chloe and Emily's benefit. She still got a jolt of fear and anger whenever raiders were mentioned.

"Okay," Aubrey said. "Cynthia Rose, Fat Amy, Jessica and Ashley, you'll come with me, and we'll ambush them before they even get close. We'll set a few proximity mines, and then pick off whoever's left. Standard procedure girls, we've done this before we can do it again. Stacie I need you here prepping medical supplies in case someone gets hurt." Stacie nodded.

"What about me?" Beca asked.

"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just say that Beca," Aubrey said, glaring at her.

"I can come," Emily said.

"No," Beca and Chloe replied at once.

"I can shoot!" Emily protested. "I want to help."

"Absolutely not," Chloe said.

"Mom-"

"Listen kiddo, fighting raiders is different than fighting ghouls. These guys can think and plan and shoot back," Beca said. "It's too dangerous."

"But-"

"Once all this is done, and once I get this cast off my arm, I'll take you and your mom out hunting, okay? You can practice your shooting then. I promise you, you don't want to go up against raiders," Beca said, in a voice that left no room for argument.

"Okay," Emily said.

"Chloe, I want you here with Beca, okay? She can't shoot so good with her right arm, and Stacie will be busy sorting out supplies," Aubrey said.

Chloe nodded, and Aubrey began handing out other jobs.

"What about me?" Jesse asked when she'd stopped talking. "I can shoot, I should come with you."

Aubrey looked at him for a second.

"Okay," she said. "If you're sure."

The ones leaving were ready to go within 30 minutes.

"Don't get hurt," Beca said to Aubrey, before hugging her. Pain shot through her arm and ribs but she didn't care.

"You're one to talk," Aubrey said.

"Be careful," Emily said to Jesse, as she hugged him too.

It was a tense few hours waiting at Sanctuary.

Beca had tried to pace back and forward behind their line of turrets, but she soon tired and had to sit down, her ribs aching.

Emily was helping Stacie prepare so she could keep herself distracted. She was afraid that instead of their friends returning, an army of raiders would come tearing through their home.

Chloe was just trying to keep Beca calm.

The small brunette wasn't used to staying behind while her friends went off to fight.

"Becs, they'll be okay. You said it yourself, this kind of thing has happened before," Chloe said, gently running a hand up and down Beca's back.

"I should be with them," Beca said. "I don't stay behind. I've never stayed behind."

"Beca," Chloe said, her voice a little firmer. "You almost died fighting a Deathclaw. I think you've earned a pass on this one. I know you want to help protect your friends, but maybe don't be so quick to run into danger. Who would help me protect Emily if something happened to you?"

"The others would," Beca said, as if it was obvious. "They'd look after you both."

Chloe shook her head before she kissed Beca.

"It's you I want," she said softly, pressing their foreheads together. "I love you. Please, don't be so eager to die. I need you, and so does Emily."

Beca was quiet for a minute. She lifted her right hand to cup Chloe's face. She brushed her thumb across her cheek and swept away a tear.

"Okay," she said, kissing her back.

They were still wrapped in each others arms when their friends returned, triumphant.

A bullet had grazed Aubrey's hip and Cynthia Rose had taken a hit from an aluminum bat, but apart from that, there were no other injuries.

"How was it?" Emily asked Jesse as Stacie was checking him over.

"I don't know," he said, shaking his head slightly. "It was scary. But I also felt more alive than I have done in years. I think... Em, I think I'm going to join up with the Minutemen."

One Year Later

"Okay, ready Em?" Beca asked as she fastened the leather armor around her step-daughter's shoulder.

"Yeah," Emily said, excited.

"Chlo'? Ready?"

"Ready," Chloe replied, loading her gun.

"Okay then," Beca said, picking up her own gun and her trusty baseball bat. "Let's go shoot some bad guys."

A mixture of fear and pride swirled inside Beca as she watched Emily pull the strap of her rifle over her shoulder, before picking up a lazer-pistol and tucking it into the holster attached to her hip.

Both she and Chloe had agreed that training her to shoot and fight had been a necessity, but that didn't mean they liked it.

They wished they could live in a world where they didn't have to teach her how to fight. How to shoot. How to kill.

But they did. And like everything else she turned her had to, Emily was good at it. She didn't enjoy killing. But she could fight, and she could shoot, and she could do it well.

Beca turned to look at Chloe again.

She was still in love. If anything, she was more in love. And the way Chloe looked at her, she knew she loved her too.

They both dreamed of peace in the future.

Chloe had glimpsed it once, hundreds of years ago. And she hoped she might live to see it again.

But she knew that after peace, there was always war.

And war never changes.

The End