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AUTHOR'S NOTES: This one keeps demanding to be written.
Fighting for Love
Chloe and Beca were no strangers to the local doctor. She was the one who delivered Chloe and treated the cheerful redhead for the usual childhood maladies. The first time the doctor saw Beca, it was to set a broken arm, but not Beca's arm. When Beca was eight years old, she broke her classmate's arm.
"What happened?" the blonde doctor asked her patient.
The little boy pointed to the smiling girl seated in the chair next to the examination table.
"Who are you?"
The little dark-haired girl popped up out of the chair and defiantly faced the doctor, "Beca Mitchell. I just moved here."
"Well, Beca Mitchell, what happened here?" the doctor asked, stifling a laugh.
"I taught him some respect," Beca puffed out her chest.
In all her years as the town doctor, Dr. Banks had never met a child as precocious as Beca Mitchell. She silently studied the defiant little girl.
"Respect?"
"Yeah! This poo-poo head called my best friend a name and made her cry!" Beca answered.
"And who is your best friend?"
"Chloe Beale. She and I were playing in the park when this…" Beca gestured towards the little boy, "…and his stupid friends started bothering us."
Dr. Banks turned her attention to the little boy, "Is this true?"
The little boy suddenly found his shoes extremely interesting.
"Jesse? What did you call Chloe?" Dr. Banks asked.
Jesse softly mumbled his answer.
"What?" Dr. Banks asked, deciding to grill the little bully a bit.
"Slowy Beagle," Jesse sheepishly answered.
Dr. Banks remembered how upset Chloe was when the other children began taunting the little girl with that awful nickname. When Chloe was in kindergarten, she had a bit of a lisp, so when the teacher asked the students to introduce themselves to the class, Chloe told the class her name was "Slowy Beagle."
Dr. Banks smiled at the now two young women seated in chairs next to the examination table.
"So, what brings my two favorite patients in today?" Dr. Banks cheerfully asked.
Chloe brightly smiled at the pretty doctor, while Beca scowled.
"Beca, what did I tell you about scowling?" Dr. Banks teased.
"That I would get frown lines," Beca grumbled.
Chloe decided to intervene before Beca offended the doctor, which her best friend managed quite often, "We were on patrol and Beca…"
Before Chloe could finish her sentence, Dr. Banks began examining Beca. The dark-haired young woman rolled her eyes and deeply sighed.
Dr. Banks finished her quick surface examination and smiled, "Well, I don't see any external wounds."
"I told Chloe I wasn't injured, but she insisted we make sure…and that's why we're here," Beca stated.
Dr. Banks brushed a bit of ash off Beca's shoulder, "Hmmm…I see. Well, since I don't see any signs of injury, you two can leave."
As Beca and Chloe walked out of the doctor's office, Beca stated, "I'm going to the gym."
"Why?"
Beca stopped, grabbed Chloe by the arm, and held the confused redhead by both arms. She looked directly into her best friend's eyes.
"Chloe, I need to clear my head," Beca stated.
Chloe knew exactly why Beca needed to "clear her head", but feared bringing up her lapse in judgment could end their friendship, so she just nodded, hugged her best friend, and headed home.
As Beca headed to the gym, she wickedly smiled to herself. She knew tonight was one of Aubrey's gym nights and she hoped the blonde was still there.
When Beca arrived at the gym, she headed directly to the locker room to change. She was not surprised to find it empty at this hour and quickly changed into her workout clothes. Beca briefly paused and wondered if Aubrey was here, before strapping on her sparring equipment and heading to the main gym. To her delight, she saw Aubrey working out on one of the heavy bags.
"You can set your calendar by her," Beca thought and smiled.
As Beca sauntered over to the bag next to Aubrey, she pondered the fastest way to aggravate the blonde.
"Posen," Beca stated as she passed Aubrey.
Aubrey paused to wonder who would be arrogant enough to disrespect her by addressing her by her last name only. She turned and caught a glimpse of Beca before the heavy bag swung back and smacked into her, knocking her to the ground. After dusting herself off, Aubrey stormed over to Beca.
"Beca Mitchell! You need to learn to respect your elders!" Aubrey yelled.
"Elder? You? In what universe? I can beat you with one arm tied behind my back!" Beca taunted.
Beca took great delight in watching Aubrey's face contort, as the blonde tried to control her anger. Unbeknownst to Beca, Aubrey wanted this confrontation as much as she did, for disrespecting her position of authority.
Aubrey took a fighting stance, "Bring it on."
The two young women began sparring lightly, pulling punches and kicks, until Beca fired the first verbal shot.
"Is that all you got old woman?" Beca taunted.
Aubrey stepped into her side kick, putting all her power into her hips, and sent Beca sliding on her backside across the gym floor.
"Not bad for an old woman?" Aubrey laughed.
The light sparring quickly escalated into full contact sparring. Equally matched, each young woman easily held her own, until Aubrey delivered another powerful kick. Unfortunately for Beca, Aubrey's long legs allowed her to keep Beca at a distance and unable to utilize her amazing arm strength.
"Give up?" Aubrey sarcastically asked.
Beca jumped to her feet, stormed over to Aubrey, and took a fighting stance, "Not on your life!"
Beca swiftly swept Aubrey's legs from under her and began ground sparring, giving Beca the advantage, and the final win by submission with an arm bar. Aubrey expected Beca to release her after giving up, but the brunette swiftly straddled Aubrey and pressed her forearm against the blonde's throat.
"Now…," Beca growled, "…why the hell were you pinning Chloe against the wall when I walked into the Student Council Room?"
The muscles in Aubrey's jaw tightened and she menacingly narrowed her eyes, before she growled, "It's none of your business."
Undaunted, Beca increased the pressure against Aubrey's throat, "Tell me!"
After several minutes, Beca finally felt Aubrey's muscles relax under her, "Fine. I was about to show her I can…and do…love her more than you ever could or would."
Beca, shocked, sat bolt upright and stared at Aubrey, "You l…l…love Chloe?"
Aubrey took this opportunity to push Beca off her and stood up. She loomed over Beca, who was still sitting on the floor in shock, "YES! Chloe deserves someone who loves her and wants to be with her."
A loud gasp echoed in the gym, causing Aubrey and Beca to turn towards the source.
"CHLOE!"