A/N: Hey, guys. I'm so glad you guys liked the start of the sequel! Sorry that this took so long. I had to have surgery. I'm still a bit messed up from it so, yeah. It's not very fun and I'm in a lot of pain. I'll try to keep writing as fast as I can, but I'm starting my first year of college in, like, two weeks, so it might take me a bit.

My favorite review from chapter one has got to go to the guest named Sharp. Your review made me laugh, so thanks for that. :)

I'm gonna suggest songs that I listen to while writing each chapter or songs that go with the chapter so you guys can get a better idea of how the chapter should feel in my mind.

Song suggestion: Entombed - Deftones

As always, I love you all! - Fox

Beca's father walked over to her as soon as he finished cleaning up with Marcus, "Beca, how are you feeling?"

"Peachy," Beca said sarcastically.

"I can heal you now, if you'd like," John smiled.

The DJ gave him a soft smile, "That'd be great. Thanks, Dad."

"It's not a problem, dear," he said as he put his hand on her back. She winced at first but relaxed as a warm glow came from her father's hand.

"So, how did you become Dark if you're a Healer?" Beca asked.

"I helped my friends who were Dark. My parents were also Dark, so it wasn't really much of a choice for me," he replied.

"But you're my parent and I'm not Dark," the brunette said.

"You're not Light either," John pointed out.

"I guess you're right," she smiled. As they sat in silence for a while, Beca sighed, "Why did you really leave Mom?"

"Well," he replied, "As you know, our soulmates could be just about anyone. I really thought your mother was my soulmate, but the Dark don't really like it when you're with someone who doesn't have powers. I wasn't the leader yet."

"But it's not against the rules, so why didn't you stay?" his daughter looked up at him, wanting a real answer now that she understood everything.

"When I was given the chance to be the leader of the Dark, I couldn't pass it up. If you had powers, I could have a hand in keeping you safe and I knew that Marcus would as well. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Then Sheila came into the picture and I realized that she was my true soulmate, not your mother. Sometimes we get it wrong the first time," John explained.

"Well, let's hope I'm right 'cause this is kind of irreversible," Beca chuckled.

John smiled, "I'm glad you finally gave me a chance to explain."

"I am too. I'm sorry I spent all those years hating you for it," the brunette looked down.

"It's not your fault, dear. Now, you should be okay to go home and get some rest. Try to take it easy. Using too much energy can reverse the healing I just did and put your life and Chloe's life in danger," the professor stood up and turned to Chloe, "Don't get into too much trouble."

Chloe grinned, "Can't promise."

As John left, Beca stood, "Let's go."

"I'm proud of you," the ginger said.

"For what?" Beca asked.

"You listened to him. You gave him a chance," Chloe gave her a smile.

The DJ rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's go now. I'm just really tired and feel like going home."

"Do you want to see if your future self is still here first?" the redhead asked, "I just want to see if this decision made her cease to exist or if she's still here, but what happened to her doesn't happen to us."

"Can't that wait until tomorrow?" Beca groaned.

"You can go home if you want. I'll go by myself," Chloe said with a sly grin, knowing for a fact that Beca wasn't going to leave her alone.

"No way, Beale. I'm supposed to protect you. What if whoever was supposed to hurt you shows up when I'm not there?" the DJ asked.

"Well, looks like you have to come with me. I'm going whether you like it or not," Chloe smiled.

"You're evil, you know that?" Beca crossed her arms.

"But you love me still," Chloe grinned as she headed towards the door.

The Bender rolled her eyes, "Yeah, whatever."

Chloe the ginger giggled, "This is gonna be fun."

"For you, maybe," Beca said, "Let's just get there and check and go home. I've had a tiring day and I just want to go to bed."

"At least we don't have to walk," Chloe smiled as she got into the driver's seat of the car.

Beca climbed into the passenger's seat, "I would have absolutely said no if I had to walk. I've trained today, I've gone to Bellas practice, I slept a couple hours, and I came here and went through this shit. That hurt like hell, by the way."

As Chloe started to drive, she gave Beca a sad smile, "Thank you, Becs."

"What are you thanking me for?" the DJ asked.

"You've just done everything you can possibly do for me from the moment we met," the older woman looked at her for a moment before putting her eyes back on the road.

"It's not a big deal," Beca brushed it off, "Now keep your eyes on the road. I'd be classified as the worst Guardian ever if we get in a car accident within the first hour of me being one."

"I won't get us into a car accident, Becs," Chloe laughed, "Now just let me compliment you without you disagreeing for once."

Beca chuckled, "Whatever you want, princess."

"You know, I'm Royal Blood so I guess that means I could qualify as a princess. Does that make you my knight in shining armor?" the redhead asked with a grin.

"How does that make you qualify as a princess?" Beca looked at her with a confused expression.

"Well, thousands of years ago, this Guardian thing was the norm. I mean, every Royal Blood had one. People who didn't find their soulmate or had soulmates on different sides were assigned to a Royal Blood. Kind of like how knights are supposed to protect a princess. It stopped when this Bender made himself a Guardian to a person who wasn't a Royal Blood. It caused a whole bunch of problems and they eventually quit doing it. Since I'm a Royal Blood, technically it isn't against the rules and, metaphorically speaking, I'm a princess and you are a knight," Chloe explained.

"I'm just going to quit asking questions about this world because it just gets more and more confusing with every answer," the smaller woman said as she rubbed her temple.

Chloe reached across the console and grabbed Beca's hand, "You have to learn about it someday."

"I guess I have the best teacher," Beca smiled and brought their hands up to her mouth so she could kiss the back of her girlfriend's hand.

"Guess what?" the ginger grinned.

"Hm?" Beca asked.

"We don't have to hide our relationship anymore. You chose," Chloe said excitedly.

The brunette grinned as well, "You're right."

As they pulled up to the warehouse, Chloe let out a sigh of relief, "Let's go tell your future self the good news."

"If she's even here still," Beca said as she got out of the car.

Chloe walked into the warehouse, "Beca? Are you here?"

Future Beca walked out of the room they were training in earlier that day, "What's the problem?"

"There's not a problem. You just shouldn't exist anymore considering I'm a Guardian," Beca told her future self.

"You what?!" the older brunette yelled.

"Woah chill," Beca said, "I was trying to choose Dark and take Dad's place to stop the war, but they wouldn't let me and made me a Guardian instead."

"You were supposed to wait! You were supposed to overthrow the system, not end up as a Guardian," Future Beca began to pace.

"Dude, everything will be fine. You can continue to train me and I'll stay with Chloe at all times and everything will be okay," the younger Beca tried to calm her down.

Future Beca took a deep breath, "Well, there's nothing we can do to change it now. Come back for training tomorrow. We have to work hard to strengthen your abilities. The war could start any time now."

"I told Dad what was going on. He knows someone is going to try to overthrow him," Beca said.

"That doesn't mean he'll be ready for it. Nearly everyone is going to turn on him," the older Beca told her, "Why don't you get that?"

"Look," Chloe sighed, "Beca can't do too much right now because she just had the Guardian's wings burned onto her back."

Future Beca nodded, "Fine. Just make sure to come every day for training once she's better. You're both going to need it."

As they began to leave, Beca stopped and turned to her older self, "If I decided something different than you, how are you still here?"

"Time doesn't go in a straight line. Think of it as a fork in the road. I chose one thing, you chose another. I have to live with my decision and you have to live with yours. Let's just hope yours wasn't the wrong one too," Future Beca sighed. She turned to leave back to the room they trained in before.

"Wait," Beca said, "How did you travel back in time?"

"We have a friend that's a time traveler. He'll be able to send others back in time once he's strong enough," the older Beca said, "Go get some rest. You need to be back at full strength as soon as possible."

The younger brunette nodded, "I'll keep seeing Dad and get him to continue healing me. Hopefully, it won't take too long."

Chloe grabbed Beca's hand, "We'll be back soon," she said to Future Beca as they walked out of the warehouse.

"She's so uptight," Beca sighed as she climbed into the passenger's seat of the car.

The mind reader began to giggle, "You do realize you just called yourself uptight, right?"

"That's not me, Chlo. That's a version of me that made a different decision," the Bender said.

Chloe smiled, "Whatever you say."

"Let's just go home," the younger woman rolled her eyes.

"Wait, didn't you say that you wanted to stay in your dorm for a while?" the redhead asked.

Beca looked at her like she was crazy, "And leave you by yourself? How am I supposed to protect you if I'm not around you?"

"Becs, you can't be with me all the time. There are some points when we'll have to be away from each other. In case you've forgotten, we have different classes and other things like that. I can protect myself to an extent, you know?" Chloe told her.

"I know, I just want to stay with you for now. It's like the first day of me being a Guardian. Besides, Amy is going to ask about where I've been and stuff," Beca said.

"She probably already knows. She was assigned to you so she'll probably be the first of the Dark to hear about it," the taller woman shrugged.

"She's not Dark, Chlo. She just works for them," Beca pointed out.

"Stop with the technicalities," Chloe laughed as she started driving to her apartment.

They soon were pulling up to the apartment. Beca quickly climbed out and opened Chloe's door for her, "Here you are, princess," she winked.

Chloe giggled, "I could get used to this."

"You shouldn't," the younger woman said, "That was a one-time thing."

"Sure it was," Chloe grinned as she headed towards the apartment.

Just as they walked inside, Aubrey burst through her door, "What did she choose?"

The sudden action scared Beca, causing her to impulsively send a small burst of telekinetic energy towards the blonde, knocking her backward.

"Oh my God, Aubrey!" Chloe ran over to help her friend up.

"What the actual hell, Mitchell?" Aubrey screamed.

"Sorry, I thought you were some intruder or something," Beca apologized.

"An intruder?" Aubrey scoffed, making her way to the brunette. She grabbed the smaller woman's shirt by the collar, "Have you forgotten that I live here and you don't? If anyone is intruding, it's you." When the blonde let go, Beca's clothes were singed.

"Dude this is my favorite shirt, what the fuck?" Beca looked at her incredulously.

"Guys, stop. Bree, she didn't choose a side, exactly," Chloe said.

"Oh, so she just wasted everyone's time, as usual," Aubrey rolled her eyes, "Of course."

Beca crossed her arms, "I don't waste everyone's time."

"You wasted mine tonight. I was sitting here worried that you were going to break my best friend's heart by choosing Dark and you didn't even do anything! I could have been studying," Aubrey said furiously.

"Bree, let me finish. She didn't choose Light or Dark, but she did choose," the redhead told her.

"You're not telling me..." the Igniter trailed off.

"I am. She's my Guardian. That's why she's so jumpy right now. She thinks everything is going to hurt me," Chloe chuckled.

"I do not," Beca defended herself.

"Yes, you do," the ginger smiled.

Aubrey walked towards Beca once again, looking her over for any markings, "So do you have a burn or a feather or what?" Beca turned around and lifted the back of her shirt, revealing the somewhat healed burns on her back, "They don't look that bad."

"My dad healed them," the brunette said.

"Yeah, it was really bad before. She was bleeding and everything," Chloe stared at the scarring.

"You're telling me that not only is my favorite shirt singed, but it's got blood all over it too?" Beca asked.

"Yeah," Chloe said hesitantly.

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