An American in London Chapter 2, a pitch perfect fanfic

Author's Note: Here's the chapter you've been waiting for. Also, I started college yesterday, and sadly, college is nothing like Pitch Perfect at all and the thought of that makes me want to crawl into a corner and cry. However, I think I'm gonna like it since I've got two film classes that I'm super stoked about. And the fact that I have two classes each day AND I get Fridays off. With that being said, I don't know when I can update because I'm also starting my own photography business which is supposed to take up my free time. I do find some time to write which makes me happy. I've got about four stories that need updating. I actually just found the next chapter for Legohouse which has been sitting in my notes app for about two years now. The last chapter I wrote for that story was when I was seventeen. Holy smokes, time goes by so fast. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter and the reason for my chapters being a tad short is because I want to extend the amount of chapters! There would probably be only ten chapters if I wrote more than 3k words for a chapter so I try to keep each chapter less than 2k words. I hope you all understand that. I'm not trying to be mean and leave you all hanging.

Also, this chapter contains another language and I provided an excerpt with the English translations in the bottom Author's Note. Okay, read away. Warning for Mission Impossible Rogue Nation spoilers and also, I don't own anything except for my weird imagination.

CHAPTER TWO

LONDON, ENGLAND

Jesse's senses began to return as he coughed out a breath. His eyes flew open, only to see nothing but darkness. He felt a tug on his wrists and looked up to see the only source of light in the room. There was a small window that let a crack of light pierce through. His wrists were tied up, hanging on a pole. He was thankful when he looked down at not only his shirtless and undamaged self but also at his feet, there was still solid ground underneath them. His feet were chained together, of course, but at least he wasn't hanging off the ground. Taking in his surroundings, a huge door opened and a petite woman walked in with a tray of what seemed like sedatives. While the door was still open, Jesse could see it was heavily guarded by big, tough looking men. Hmm. The woman who walked in seemed pretty mysterious to him. She didn't look at him, she didn't say a word, she just walked straight to the table in front of him and set down the tray. While she was busy laying out her tools, Jesse looked around the room. There was a key laying on another table not too far from the woman and Jesse knew that was his way out. He started to plan out his course of action when the woman turned around to look him in the eye. Does he know her? He's gotta know her. She seemed so familiar, yet again, for someone that beautiful, Jesse would definitely remember her. She never broke eye contact while she slipped out of her shoes, -which by the way, were a pair of the most expensive heels a woman could ever possess. How Jesse knew that, he couldn't tell you. The woman started to roll up her sleeves, with a slight smirk on her face as she stared at Jesse. The sound of the door opening once again broke the eye contact. A tall, bald headed man walked in with a couple of his goons following close behind.

"Vad gör du här?" the woman asks while the door is being closed once more. "Jag sa, vad gör du här?" The woman asks again, this time, a little annoyed. Jesse just looks between the two. He should've taken up more Swedish back in training, but no, he decided to learn Italian, Russian, Spanish and French. At least he could pick up a few of the Swedish words she was speaking. That should count for something, right? The bald man stands in front of Jesse, with a curious look on his face.

"What does he see in you, I wonder." The man asks Jesse, completely ignoring the beautiful woman's question.

"Who is he?" Jesse asks. In a split second, he's punched right in the guts and there goes Jesse's oxygen once again. He's thrown into a coughing fit before he stands tall. The woman sends a death glare to both men in the room, clearly annoyed and bothered by the fact her presence doesn't seem to affect the men.

"Jag vill se vad han är gjord av," the man finally answers her question. He turns to the table and opens up his own case of tools.

"Why don't you take off the cuffs, then? And I'll show you… Vikter." Jesse responds with a slight hitch in his breath.

"Hmm, you know who I am?" The man questions him while he looks through his selection of seriously frightening looking weapons.

"Bruce Vikter. They call you 'the bone doctor.'" Vikter smirks as he picks up a few of his sharp weapons. "The funny thing is, you were declared dead eight years ago. Nice shoes, by the way."

Both Vikter and the woman stare down at his feet, "Not his," Jesse continues while he looks at the woman, "Yours." At his comment, Vikter picks up a reasonably sized club hammer. Seeing him pick up the hammer, the woman walks up to Vikter,

"Våra instruktioner var att bryta ner honom… inte döda honom." Vikter puts down the hammer.

"Vissa killar bryter annorlunda än andra," he responds while he throws a couple punches at Jesse's stomach, "this one's a fighter," he tells her, "he'll die before you turn him."

"Are you worried he's gonna take your place?" The woman asks while she observes the actions of the tall man. Even while being beaten senseless, Jesse is strangely attracted to the British accent that slips from the woman. Finally, he thinks, she speaks English. Shit, she's English. Vikter continues to enjoy the Jesse punching bag while the woman subtly grabs the key on the table.

"You should go, before it gets ugly." Jesse managed to get out. He's breathing loudly, taking in as much oxygen as he can. The woman stares at him, Jesse can't quite read her.

Yeah, he's right," Vikter says, "You should go." He walks past her to pick up his favorite knife. While his back is turned to Jesse and the woman, she opens up her palm to reveal the key to Jesse. He looks at her with a huge question mark on his face. She tilts her head as if it was the answer to his question.

"Nu ska vi se hur tuff du är," Vikter starts to walk back to Jesse, knife in his hand.

"Bruce," the woman calls out and he turns to her. He's met with a stone cold expression with her eyes leading to look at Jesse. Vikter turns around and Jesse picks himself up and kicks Vikter down with all the strength he could muster. This catapults Vikter down to the ground and against a visible pipe on the floor. The two goons that stood silently in the room were caught off guard. One goes to Vikter's rescue while the other looks between Jesse and the woman. She tosses the key to Jesse while she goes off and takes care of the guard. Jesse struggles to unlock himself when there's a beautiful, petite woman kicking ass no less than a feet from him. Shit, that's hot. She lands a right hook onto the guy's face while she grabs the club hammer to slam it into the other guard's head. Jesse keeps stealing glances at her while he continued to struggle with the locks on his wrists. He's running out of time as the woman is still kicking ass but he can't let her have all the fun. He climbs up the pole and loops his chain around the pole, freeing him from it. He lands on his two feet and launches himself at one of the guards, taking him down while the woman gets busy with the other. He uses the free time to unlock the chains on his feet. As the man under him starts to move, he elbows him down, buying him a few extra seconds. The woman is still doing some jujitsu shit but even with how well she's been doing, her small frame comes at a weakness. The guard finally pushes her down and Jesse is freed from his ankle chains. He runs and does his signature flying kick, sending the guard down and he, as well, falling backwards on top of the woman. They stare at each other for a second before they get back to business as one of the guards start to get up again. Jesse runs around uses the chains around his wrists to his advantage and chokes the man. He gestures for the key on the ground and the woman crawls to grab it, runs to Jesse and unlocks his wrist chains. Free at last, he thinks. Pounding on the closed door begins and time is running out. The other guard starts to regain conscious and as Jesse spots him getting up behind the woman, he lets go off choking the guard and the woman swings her leg up and around his head, continuing to choke him and eventually snap his neck. Jesse runs to put the other guy in a chokehold, as he struggles, the woman runs and kicks the guard's head, ending his life. The two stand in the center of the room, observing their damage.

"We've never met before, right?" Jesse asks. Before she could answer, the door begins to shake as it's being opened.

"Follow me," she whispers to him and she runs into a back door and into a dark alley. Vikter regains conscious and flips over on the ground. He goes to the door and grabs a gun from one of the guards from outside. The woman hands Jesse his shoes and lets him run in front of her. As soon as there's a decent amount of space between them, she grabs a hold of the gate, closes it and locks it. At the sound of the click, Jesse turns around,

"What're you doing?"

"I can't leave," she tells him with fear in her eyes. She had just risked her life to save him and he has no idea why.

"Look, you can't stay. We just killed those men!"

"We didn't kill them. You did." She breathed in and spoke to him still barely under a whisper, "I tried to stop you, you got away." Not only was her English accent so intriguing but so was she. Jesse looks at her face, one last time, trying to remember every feature, every mark.

"Who are you?"

"You better hurry now. Good luck." She turns around and starts to run back down the hall.

"No, wait. Wait!" Jesse bangs on the gate but he starts to hear voices.

"Var är han?" He hears a man, which he assumed was Vikter.

"Han är på väg mot norra passagen. Han stängde grinden. Bråttom, inte låta honom komma undan! Snabb!" The sound of her voice echoes through the hall. Jesse starts to run when he sees the shadow turn the corner. It's Vikter and his goons, and a couple of guns. Jesse runs for his life while dodging the bullets in the dark, narrow hallway.

Author's Note: Ta da. I never mentioned her name because Jesse is not supposed to know yet, but as long as we know who she is, we're all good. Here's an excerpt with the exact same dialogue except with the English translations instead.

"What are you doing here?" the woman asks while the door is being closed once more. "I said, what are you doing here?" The woman asks again, this time, a little annoyed. Jesse just looks between the two. He should've taken up more Swedish back in training, but no, he decided to learn Italian, Russian, Spanish and French. At least he could pick up a few of the Swedish words she was speaking. That should count for something, right? The bald man stands in front of Jesse, with a curious look on his face.

"What does he see in you, I wonder." The man asks Jesse, completely ignoring the beautiful woman's question.

"I want to see what he's made of," the man finally answers her question. He turns to the table and opens up his own case of tools.

"Why don't you take off the cuffs, then? And I'll show you… Vikter." Jesse responds with a slight hitch in his breath.

"Hmm, you know who I am?" The man questions him while he looks through his selection of seriously frightening looking weapons.

"Bruce Vikter. They call you 'the bone doctor.'" Vikter smirks as he picks up a few of his sharp weapons. "The funny thing is, you were declared dead eight years ago. Nice shoes, by the way."

"Our instructions were to break him down... not kill him." Vikter puts down the hammer.

"Some guys breaks differently than others," he responds while he throws a couple punches at Jesse's stomach, "this one's a fighter," he tells her, "he'll die before you turn him."