A/N : Helloooo beautiful people ! How's it going ? How are the wife and kids ? … Okay, good ! :D Anyway, so… I mean, not gonna lie, this chapter is like a relief to me, so I hope it is to you too. Enjoy ! xx

To Becs : (Since you're guest reviewing I can't answer in PM) The bad thing isn't that Beca is 20 years old obviously, I have nothing against age difference. That's not it, the bad thing is, she's lying about her entire identity, and… try to see things this way : how would you react if you found out you're boyfriend/girlfriend wasn't who (s)he said (s)he was, at all, and you have no idea why ? See… ) Also, Chloe's parents are not homophobic per se, more so not accepting of their children being gay. Others, they don't really care. And finally, to answer to your question what happens when Dallas remembers, you'll have your answer now ! Anyway, thank you for your reviews, and for reading this, I hope I answered your questions thouroughfully enough ! Enjoy

Chloe's p.o.v.

*Meanwhile*

We leave the pub about 5 minutes after Dallas and Jesse left. As we park the car, I see another car parked in front of the house and someone leaning against it, obviously waiting. When we get out and get closer, I finally recognize the person. Tom. I suddenly get scared and stop dead in my tracks, but not Reb.

"What are you doing here ?" she asks, boldly and obviously annoyed. I just pray she won't piss him off.

"I had to see if it was true. Dykes." he answers, angrily.

"If what was true ? That you're a stupid asshole, way too dumb to get into a debate an therefore uses his fists. Oh, yeah, you are. Now you can go !" she answers with just as much anger. God, why is she provoking him like that ? She knows what he's capable of ! Does she really not care about getting hurt ?

"You take that back, bitch !" he demands, clenching his jaw.

"What if I don't, jerk ?" she answers. Oh boy...

"Rebecca..." I start but she cuts me off.

"Stay back baby." she says and I do.

"Well, if you don't, then I'll really do what I came here for." he warns.

"Which is ?" she asks, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.

"To beat the crap out of you !" he answers angrily. Shit...

"I'd like to see you try." she answers lowly, stepping closer to him and smirking.

"You asked for it !" he says, throwing his fist at her. She avoids it easily and he ends up punching the air.

"Missed me. You wanna try that again ?" she asks. What is she playing at ? For God's sake !

"Oh you're really gonna get it !" he spits trying to punch her again. This time she just blocks his arm under hers which makes him bend down and she elbows him on the back, he falls on all fours and she steps back, her arms up as she motions for him to keep going.

"Come at me, bro !" she tells him. Okay what's going on ? It wasn't adrenaline last time... She really knows how to defend herself. How ? God, he's twice her size ! Anyone would bet on him ! He tries again, once, twice, and a third time, ending up on the ground everytime. He's on all fours again when she pushes him lightly with her foot and he ends up falling on his back.

"Tired yet ? Cause I could do this all night." she informs him. I am staring with widened eyes and my jaw to my feet when Dallas's car parks on the side and they both get out as Tom's getting up painfully.

"What's going on here ?" Jesse asks, worried. Rebecca looks at me, and when I can't speak, she does.

"Well, Chloe's ex here had come waiting for us to 'beat the crap out of me'. Little did he know that I am a better fighter." she explains matter of factly. Tom's about to speak but Dallas cuts him off.

"Dude, thinking about hitting a girl is already pretty low, but being beaten by one... I think you've embarrassed yourself enough for one night, so just leave." she states. Tom looks at all of us one last time and leaves with a growl.

"This is not over, Holiday !" he warns, pointing a finger at her.

"As you wish, douchebag ! Come back and I'll finish what I started ! Do you wanna schedule that ?" she answers lightly and he leaves, limping a little and holding his side.

Beca's p.o.v.

I don't know what has gotten into me, I guess I was tired of just being played around and needed to fight back, for once... But now Chloe's really shocked.

"Chloe, are you okay ?" I ask, concerned.

"Errr... yeah... how... How did you do that ?" she asks, bewildered... Shit.

"Kung fu classes ?" I try but Dallas comes up, her arms crossed.

"Cut the crap girl. You have some explaining to do." she says coldly, getting her yearbook out. Oh fuck no...

"Let's not do this here..." I say and open the door. Everyone follows me up to my room and an awkward silence falls over us until Dallas opens the yearbook to the page which has my name and picture on. She's about to speak but Chloe raises her hand, indicating for her to shut up, which she does.

"You can fight and defend yourself as if you'd done it for your all life. Emily keeps stuttering when she says your name... Now this !" she exclaims, pointing to the picture in the yearbook. "This is you, with darker brown hair and glasses." she states. All I can do is look down to my knees. "Look at me." she demands and I slowly raise my gaze to meet hers. She's mad. And she has all the rights to be. "Who are you ?" she asks. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. "What is your name ?" she asks again and I finally give in.

"Beca. Beca Mitchell." I answer.

"I knew it !" Dallas exclaims and Chloe just glares at her. Jesse stands up and drags Dallas along.

"I think we should let them talk, alone." he says and Dallas reluctantly follows him and they leave.

"Why did you lie ? What's going on ? Why ? Why... argh !" Chloe yells and plops down on the bed, head in her hands.

"Look, Chloe it's a long story... I'll tell you everything, answer all of your questions... I had no choice... Please, just, ask anything !" I plead.

"So. You're name's Beca Mitchell." I nod. "How old are you ?" she asks.

"20 years old." I answer. She sighs and thinks for a while.

"Who else knows ?" she wonders.

"Just Emily ! Well, and my parents obviously..." I reply and explain how I've known Emily forever. She nods slowly, processing.

"I heard a conversation last night. Why did your step dad say that you were breaking the deal ?" she asks.

"Because, it's forbidden for me to be in a real relationship. Like I wasn't supposed to fall in love..." I explain.

"So... You weren't faking that part ?" she asks me, unsure and it breaks my heart.

"What ?! NO ! I told you to never doubt that ! That's why I always tried not to go too far with you cause I felt like I was betraying you, but, Chloe, I told you, I'm crazy in love with you !" I exclaim.

"Yeah, well, you also told me your name was Rebecca Holiday so..." she says looking down.

"But I had no choice ! I swear I wanted so bad to tell you the truth ! But I wasn't allowed to ! I'm still not, actually..." I say in a pleading voice.

"Why ?" she simply asks. And there I go. I tell her everything. The FBI family thing. The mafia deal. Bridgit's death and how it was my fault. By the end of my speech I have tears running down my cheeks. She listens carefully.

"Oh my God... Reb-uh… Beca, I'm so sorry..." she says, hugging me from behind.

"No, I should be the one apologizing..."

"No, you didn't have a choice, I get it..." she whispers, rocking us back and forth.

"So do you forgive me then ?" I ask, turning around in her arms.

"Promise not to ever lie to me again ?" she asks.

"I have no reason to anymore... I promise." I say truthfully.

"Then I forgive you." she answers.

"Chloe, no one can know..." I start.

"I know. I won't say a word. We'll talk to Dallas and Jesse tomorrow." she assures me.

"Thank you... I love you... so... so much !" I tell her.

"Me too." she replies and kisses me softly. "Now get some sleep..." she says and I lie down next to her on the bed, drifting off to the feeling of her fingers combing my hair lightly.

Chloe's p.o.v.

So… This is going to take some getting used to… I'm not gonna lie, I was mad. Like… WAY mad. But I mean… Look at that angelic sleeping beauty, how can I stay mad, when she really didn't have a choice ? How can I stay mad after what she told me about… Bridgit… My poor baby has been through so much… My phone suddenly starts ringing on the other side of the room where I left it in my bag.

« Shoot ! » I exclaim, practically running to it, afraid it'll wake Beca up. I quickly get out of the room before I answer. « Hello ? »

« Chloe, sorry to bother you so late… » comes Aubrey's voice.

« No it's okay Aubs ! B… Rebecca's just fallen asleep but I'm good. What's up ? » I ask, noticing I'm taking on the same habit as Em, stuttering.

« Well, I've had some time to do the research I promised you I'd do ? » she tells me, and I'm confused.

« What research ? » I ask.

« Hum… About Rebecca… Chloe, you're sure you're okay ? » she seems concerned.

« Oh, uh, yeah yeah, that ! Okay. » Crap. I had totally forgotten about that ! I hope she hasn't found anything compromising. « So what did you find ? »

« Well nothing. » Bree says and I exhale in relief.

« Good ! » I exclaim.

« No, not good. I have done my research this afternoon, and I meant, I haven't found anything, first, on a Beca Holiday, but that was to be expected, but I also haven't found anything on a Rebecca Holiday. Like, nothing. No pictures, no social media accounts, no articles about anything really, no birth certificate, nothing dating back before she started at our school Chlo'. » she explains. Crap again. Craaaaap crap crap crap crap. Shit. Hum… « Chloe ? You okay there ? » she asks after a long minute of silence.

« Yeah ! I'm fine ! I mean, uh, that's weird ! Hum, you know what ? Just, drop it, don't talk to anyone about it, and I'll… deal with it ! » I tell her.

« Chloe, are you sure everything's fine ? You sound weird. Are you in danger ? Did you find out she's a serial killer and she's currently pointing a gun in your face ? Ohmygod I think I'm gonna puke ! » she rambles.

« Wow, what ? Easy there, Aubs, you need to breath ! I'm perfectly fine, I swear ! I'm currently in the bathroom, in order not to wake Rebecca up because she had a long night ! Tom stopped by to pick a fight with her, but Jesse and Dallas showed up right on time, still, I'm okay. Chill. » I reassure her and try to take her mind off of things.

« Okay, good. Is she okay ? » Aubrey asks, recomposing.

« Yeah, she's fine, sleeping like a baby. » I tell her.

« Alright. So you'll handle her, right ? » she asks.

« Yes, I will. Goodnight Aubrey, try not to worry to much ! » I answer.

« Yeah, sure, goodnight Chloe, keep me updated. » she asks of me then hangs up.

Good God, I don't know HOW I'm ever gonna get her off my back about this…