A/N: Hey, so here's the next chapter, sorry that it's a bit boring but I kind of just needed this chapter to resolve everything and patch things up. Please review, fav and follow – it means so much :)

I don't own Pitch Perfect, sadly.

This chapter's song is 'For You To Be Here' by… Tom Rosenthal, what a surprise.

Chloe and Beca didn't speak for ages. Aubrey kept telling Chloe that she should phone Beca, but the redhead always refused, saying that she wasn't in the mood. Beca wanted to call Chloe, every morning and every evening Beca would pull out her phone, ready to call Chloe, but something would stop her every time.

Beca was miserable for the first week of her trip. She was getting updates on Chloe's condition from Aubrey; so far Beca had found out that Chloe was out of the ICU, that she'd had another chemo sessions and that she was due to be discharged in the next couple of days. Beca wanted to be happy for Chloe – all the redhead had wanted since being admitted to hospital was to get out – but hearing the news through Aubrey because Chloe refused to call her took some of the joy away.

Beca's boss noticed how down the brunette was, but he just put it down to her missing Chloe. He tried to make sure she always had something to do during the day and encouraged the other people on the trip to make an effort with Beca. Beca's boss even went as far as asking if she was okay, or if there was anything he could do to help. Beca, being Beca, of course just mumbled that everything was fine. He knew otherwise, but decided not to push the brunette, familiar with her closed-off demeanour.

Back in Atlanta, Chloe was just as miserable. She was much better health wise – she was able to breath without an oxygen mask or cannula, and she was able to get up and walk around if she wanted to, but it felt wrong not having Beca there to see her progress. Aubrey was being really supportive and kind, but she wasn't Beca, no-one could ever take the place of Beca. Chloe was tempted to call the brunette every day, but she didn't know what she wanted to say. Aubrey was constantly pushing Chloe to make up with Beca, saying that the pairs stubbornness was causing them more trouble than its worth. Chloe always ignored to blonde.

On Chloe's last night in hospital, she lay awake on her bed, staring at her phone. It was late – most people were asleep and Aubrey was at the flat. Doctors and nurses wandered by quietly, talked in a hushed tone between themselves. All Chloe wanted in that moment was to talk to Beca, but as always, she was at a loss as to what to say to the brunette. Did she apologise? Chloe was still trying to work out who had been wrong in the fight they'd had, and she wasn't even sure if she was expecting Beca to apologise to her. Chloe was about to try and get to sleep when her phone started ringing, she answered it quickly so it wouldn't wake anyone up, not even looking at the caller ID.

"Hello?" She said, wondering who would be calling her this late.

"Chloe…?" came Beca's voice, careful and uncertain.

"Beca." Was Chloe's only reply. After a week of refusing to speak to each other, they had finally broken their silence, and neither one of them knew what to say. There was a momentary pause before they both blurted out;

"I'm so sorry."

They both drank up the sounds of the other person's voice, not realising how much they had missed each other until this moment.

"I'm so sorry." Beca repeated. "I'm sorry for what I said, and I'm sorry I didn't call earlier. I just… I've missed hearing you're voice so much, Chloe."

"I've you too, Beca. And I'm sorry too – I know that I sometimes forget that I'm not the only one going through a tough time, and I guess we just need to remember to be there for each other, because we're all suffering."

Beca nodded, forgetting that Chloe wouldn't be able to hear her. A tear slipped down Beca's face as her and Chloe caught up on the week they had spent apart, and Beca felt the tension in her shoulders and the ache behind her eyes fade as Chloe's voice lulled her into a sense of security. Chloe's voice reminded her of home, it reminded her of everything she had and everything she was working for. Beca felt her love for music returning, and she knew that she would be able to properly start enjoying her time in New York. Beca loved how Chloe did that to her – she broke Beca out of her 'bad-ass' shell and almost forced her to appreciate what she had in life. Sure, Beca was still closed off with her co-workers and was viewed as moody and distant by other music producers, but she was definitely more talkative and open to friendships thanks to the influence of Chloe.

"Don't hang up…" Chloe whispered as the two decided they should probably stop talking – it was well into the early hours of the morning and they both had big days ahead.

"Okay." Beca smiled, laying her phone on her pillow and listening to Chloe's breathing. It wasn't long until Chloe's breaths became steady and deep, letting Beca know that the redhead had fallen asleep.

"I love you Chloe." Beca whispered one more time, before closing her eyes and letting the steady rhythm of Chloe's breathing lull her to sleep.

"Welcome home." Aubrey smiled as she opened the front door, revealing an immaculate flat and a small present wrapped up and placed on the kitchen counter. Chloe walked over to it nervously, having been unaware Aubrey had got her a present.

"You bought me something?" Chloe asked, setting her bag down and carefully picking up the present.

"Nope, Beca did." Aubrey explained. "Well, she didn't buy it, she made it and then sent it to me to put on a CD. It's a mix, I think, although she never actually told me."

Chloe looked at the CD with curiosity. It was simply a plain silver disk, no writing or label on it at all.

"Do we even have a CD player?" Chloe asked, eager to listen to the CD as soon as possible.

"I don't think so, but you can probably listen to it on your laptop." Aubrey suggested. "I'll make you some lunch whilst you listen to it."

"I'm not hungry." Chloe mumbled, already halfway to her bedroom to find her laptop.

"I don't care, you have to eat something, Chlo. The doctor said that you have to take your new medication with food, and you need to keep your strength up."

Chloe sighed, ignoring Aubrey and continuing into her bedroom. This was the only room that Aubrey hadn't touched during her mass cleanse of the house – the bedsheets were still messy from the last time Beca and Chloe had slept in there and some of Beca's clothes were still discarded on the floor. The curtains where only partially drawn and the room was kind of stuffy, but it was a good kind of stuffy; The room smelt of Beca, and Beca was all Chloe wanted to think about now. Shutting the door behind her, Chloe advanced into the room and grabbed her laptop from where it had been charging. As soon as it turned on, Chloe shoved the CD into the player and pressed play. Chloe wasn't ready for what she heard when she pressed play.

Beca had written a song for Chloe, and it touched Chloe more than any gift she had ever been given before. The base chords of the song where ones the redhead herself had worked out when she and Beca had been messing around on the piano, but Beca had constructed the most heart-breaking melody to accompany them. Playing quietly over the soft piano part was Beca's gentle voice, calmer and more soulful than Chloe had ever heard it before. The lyrics spoke about struggles, and devastation, but they also sang of hope and love – and Chloe could tell they came from the heart.

The song reduced Chloe to tears, it was the most precious thing in the world. She listened to it over and over until she knew the lyrics off by heart and then sang along quietly to it, mesmerised by the conflicting emotions the song portrayed.

Aubrey called Chloe in for some lunch, and decided not to say anything when she noticed how the redhead had been crying – she knew that what Beca had made for Chloe was special and so knew that the tears had been brought on by the gift.

That night, Aubrey slept in Beca's room, as she always did when she stayed at Chloe, Beca and Amys'. Beca hadn't actually slept in that bad for months – she always slept with Chloe. Amy was out of town for a few days for a Fat Amy Winehouse gig, and so the flat fell eerily quiet when Aubrey and Chloe went to sleep.

Chloe couldn't get to sleep – she had spoken to Beca earlier that evening to thank her for the song, but she still missed the moody brunette more than words could describe; especially as she lay alone in their bed, Beca's comforting scent crowding her senses. After a while of trying to get to sleep without any luck, Chloe called Beca. The pair spoke for a while before Chloe fell asleep, the gentle sound of her breathing relaxing Beca. It took Beca a while longer to get to sleep, as it always did, because all she could think about was how much she wished she could hold Chloe right now. She just wanted to snuggle up with the redhead, like they always did at home and tell Chloe over and over how much she loved her. Yes, it was soppy, and so not Beca's style but Beca missed the smell, the feel, the touch of Chloe so much. She finally fell asleep, her own breaths falling into the same steady rhythms as Chloe's. The pair slept, their breaths comforting and reassuring each other even as they were miles apart.

'It's been a little while since I've held your hands, oh my arms won't stretch to your distant land.

Give me every person in the whole wide world, and I'll pick you out in a second, girl.

I am ready, I am ready, for you to be here.'