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Be My Forever - Christina Perri ft. Ed Sheeran

Finishing his monologue, Conan clapped his hands.

"We've got a great show for you tonight, guys! 21 Pilots is here, they're going to be performing for us. Kristen Bell is here to talk about her new movie coming out this spring. But first, we have Beca Mitchell, AKA - DJ B Mitch telling us what she's been up to for the past year, and also the possibility that she might be singing on her next album."

Andy piped up. "Her girlfriend Chloe Beale is here too, so we'll be sure to pan the camera to the audience so you can see how pretty she is."

Beca watched the monitor in her dressing room as the camera panned out to show Chloe laughing in the audience.

"Yeah, we can just forget about the show and stare at Chloe for the next hour." Conan rested his chin in his hands and sighed, staring out at Chloe with big eyes.

"So pretty." Andy confirmed, mimicking the action from the podium.

The camera zoomed back out to show Chloe again, a blush spreading across her cheeks as she buried her face in her hands.

"Alright, alright, stop embarrassing the lady! A word from our sponsors, and when we come back - Beca Mitchell!"

Beca climbed up onto the stage and was immediately engulfed in a hug.

"Beca! So nice to have you back, it's been what? Almost a year?"

"Yeah, yeah; I think it's been a year."

"Well, I have to say, you've definitely gotten shorter since the last time I saw you."

She could feel the blush flooding her cheeks, but she hid it with a grin.

"No, dude - I think you're just getting taller, or a least your hair is." She gestured upward from her own forehead in a swoop, indicating Conan's mass of red hair.

"My hair?" He tugged on the hair in question, extending in to it's full length and making a crazy face.

"Yeah, his hair just keeps growing and we can't do anything about it." Andy cut in from his spot on the chair next to Beca. "I read in 'People' that it got offered its own talk show."

"It's thinking about going rogue on you." she joked, winking out at the audience.

"Now if there's one good thing I can say about my hair, it's that it's loyal."

"For now." Andy chimed in. "Give it 10 years."

The audience 'ooh'ed'.

"Okay, okay; enough about my hair, you're going to scare it." He smoothed down his mess of ginger locks. "So Beca, you just announced that you're going to be dropping a new album this year, and there's a rumor going around that you're actually going to be singing some of the vocals yourself this time around - is that true?"

"Very true, especially if Chloe has anything to say about it - which she does, so it's very likely I'll be singing." She grinned out at Chloe who was beaming up at her from the front row. "Actually. . . " She paused and Chloe nodded up at her encouragingly. "I've had some medical issues this past year, and as horrible as that's been, I was also really inspired; so there are going to be some of my original songs on there too."

The audience cheered.

"Now, I'm sure that fans are thrilled to hear that you're going to be singing again, we haven't heard anything from you vocally since the Barden Bellas won the World Championship of A Capella almost four years ago. But you mentioned some health problems, anything you can elaborate on?"

She looked out at Chloe again, and even from this distance, she could see the love and support in her eyes.

"I actually lost my memory back around May, and I just got it back a couple of months ago."

"You lost your memory?"

She nodded.

"Like all of it?"

"Just my memories from about age 19 forward."

"The doctors, do they know what caused it?"

"No, they have no idea. Now the main thing is that I'm fine - nothing is physically wrong with me, I'm fine."

"So you're good now, you just lost your memory for a bit?"

"Correct, I just kind of went blank there for a while. But I remember everything now. Except, oddly, the past nine months where I was having the issue, I don't remember them."

"So you don't remmeber proposing to your girlfriend Chloe at Emily Junk's album release party?"

"No, I don't which is really unfortunate, because she has been fantastic through this whole ordeal. I mean really, she's just my rock and I have no idea where I would be without her."

She could feel the tears stinging her eyes, and she blinked them away.

"So, you didn't tell anyone what was going on?"

"No, we didn't want to worry everyone, especially since we didn't know what was going on and the doctors didn't suspect anything was seriously wrong."

"Wow."

"Yeah, my mom wasn't too happy." she shrugged sheepishly. and Conan slapped the desk in disbelief.

"You didn't tell your own mother?!"

She shook her head.

"I mean obviously you told her before now, and you weren't just like 'Hey mom, be sure and watch Conan tonight - big news!"

She laughed along with the audience before responding.

"No, no, I even flew out to Seattle to tell her in person."

"Okay, well as long as she's not hearing it from me for the first time." He tipped his head towards the camera. "Sorry Beca's mom."

"No, you're good, she won't be after you."

"Okay, whew!" He swept a hand across his forehead dramatically before continuing.

"So, you've gotten most of your memory back-"

She nodded.

"You're healthy -"

She nodded again.

"You're putting out a highly anticipated second album, on which you're going to sing -"

Another nod.

"So, I guess the only thing left to talk about is your love life. You said you forgot your proposal,vbut you also talked about how supportive Chloe has been, and she's obviously here with you today." He gestured to where Chloe was sitting in the audience. "Are you re-engaged? Or how does that work?"

"Not yet, but I'm going to ask again soon and hopefully she'll say yes again - I've got to put a ring on it you know, I can't let the hot ginger slip away."

"Funny, that's exactly what my wife said about me."

"Really?" Andy sounded shocked. "I thought it was more of a 'Hey, he's tall, I can't lose him in a grocery store'."

"What?! Yeah, that's right; my wife married me because she can find me in a grocery store."

The audience roared with laughter, and Beca spoke up.

"That's actually a good reason, I mean grocery stores are easy to get lost in!"

"I would make another joke about your height here, but I feel like you would beat me up!"

Beca laughed along with the crowd, and Conan continued.

"it's time for a commercial break, but next up we have Kristen Bell! Beca, it was great to have you, we wish you all the luck in the world - Jimmy! Play us out!"

By the time she made it back to her dressing room after the musical show, Chloe was waiting for her.

"Well, how was it?"

"You were hilarious!" Chloe promised, passing her a bottle of water from the mini-fridge.

"And you were distracting!" she winked before taking a swig of water. "Your sure it was a good idea to tell everyone?"

"It was going to get out eventually, better they hear it from you and get the truth than get a bunch of lies from a tabloid!"

"True, at least now everyone knows what really happened."

"Well, as close to the truth as you're going to get without sounding like a crazy person!"

Beca pulled a face. "Speaking of crazy people, I need to call Lauren and make sure that she remembers to drop the press release right after tonight's episode airs."

"Bec, she's your publicist; it's kind of her job to remember that stuff."

"I just want everything to go as planned. Everything has been going so well, falling right into place - I just want it to stay like this."

"I agree, everything has been really good lately - well, I still lose you in Costco sometimes. . ."

"You ass!" She smacked a hand on Chloe's shoulder.

"Yeah," Chloe grinned. "But you love me!"

"You're so weird." She balanced on her tiptoes to peck a kiss against Chloe's lips. "But I do love you."

Chloe dropped her off at their house before going shopping. She had she needed to go alone, something about a surprise; and Beca had chosen not to question further, visions of lingerie dancing in her head. Besides, she could use a few hours in the house by herself.

As soon as she heard Chloe pull back out onto the street, she bounded up the stairs to the master bedroom. She wasn't kidding when she told Conan that she needed to ask Chloe to marry her again soon. Not that she was afraid of Chloe leaving her for lack of a ring, she was just read to have her life go back to normal. She was surprisingly grateful for her time travel expedition- she realized that she and Chloe had both grown a lot through it and their relationship was stronger because of it. She also didn't really want to ever think about it again.

Which is why she needed to find Chloe's engagement ring.

She was going to find it, set up a nice long weekend at a cabin in the mountains and the break the ring out in front of the fireplace.

upon entering the bedroom, she went straight to the dresser, and pulled out Chloe's jewelry box. There were plenty of rings - costume pieces, birth stones, an old class ring; but no princess cut diamonds. She groaned inwardly. Of course this wan't going to be easy. She had been hoping to find the ring quickly and the move on to planning phase 2, but now it looked like she was going on a scavenger hunt.

She checked her own jewelry box before moving on to the rest of the dresser. Next came the night stands, under the bed, and the medicine cabinet. She was halfway through pulling everything out of the walk-in closet in search of Chloe's memory box when the redhead herself called.

"Hello?" She winced at how breathless she sounded - to be fair, climbing up and down a step ladder to pull down boxes that were bigger that she was was hard work.

"Becs?"

"Yeah?"

"You ok? You sound a little winded."

"Yeah, just uh, doing some cleaning."

"Oh, awes! You're the best!"

Great, now she would actually have to pick up before Chloe came home. Why couldn't her brain have come up with something besides cleaning?

"Yeah, well, it's no problem! Just you know, light stuff. How shopping?"

"It was great! Actually just calling to see if you had a preference for dinner, I was going to stop and pick something up on my way home."

"You're on your way home already?"

"Bec, it's been like three hours."

Her eyes shot to the clock on the wall.

Shit, it had.

"Oh, wow; that was fast!"

"You weren't really cleaning were you?"

"Huh?" her palms started to sweat.

"You got caught up in a mix didn't you?" Chloe's voice was teasing.

She almost sighed in relief.

"Busted."

Chloe giggled.

"Right, well do you have any objection to Mexican food for dinner? Because I'm feeling tamales!"

"No, Mexican sounds great."

"Yay! I'll be home in like half an hour! I love you!"

She barely had time to shout out her own affection before she heard the beep of an ended call. Chloe had sounded entirely too happy for a mid-week trip to the mall; but unfortunately, figuring out why the redhead was so perky would have to wait. Right now she had a huge mess on her hand and thirty minutes to clean it up.

And still no engagement ring.

It was a week later, and there was still no sign of the ring. She had looked everywhere she could possibly think of - the house, the cars, her studio at work, Chloe's office at the dance studio - nothing.

The ring was simply not to be found anywhere.

There was a small, minuscule part of her brain that was afraid that Chloe had hocked it.

Which was stupid.

Because things were going great, fantastic even. She worked a (semi-) regular schedule again, with Chloe accompanying her to most of her DJ gigs and public appearances. They had spent quite a few hours here and there talking about what had happened, and the only time that anything got really awkward was when one of them would forget and mention something cute or funny that the alternate universe version of the the other had done. But they usually just laughed about it and moved on, it was still a bit of a sore spot, but it was no longer a gaping hole in their relationship.

She was ready to propose again, and she felt like Chloe was ready to accept.

If only she could find that ring.

This was getting ridiculous.

She was all for surprises, but Chloe had to be wondering when she was going to pop the question again. And it wasn't like this was her first time proposing; the first time had been perfect, and she didn't really think that she was going to top that. And poor Chloe, she was going on her third time being proposed to - by the same person no less (well, for all intents and purposes).

So what did it really matter if she knew it was coming?

What did it matter if Beca happened to casually inquire as to the whereabouts of a certain engagement ring?

It certainly beat crawling around on her hands and knees through three thousand square feet of hardwood floors trying to find a sizable yet relatively small diamond ring.

She had finally convinced herself to just ask Chloe where the damn thing was, but she had one more ace up her sleeve.

"Beca, I have to say I wasn't surprised when I got your call for help."

She studied Aubrey warily from the doorway.

"Why, because losing Chloe's engagement ring just sounds like something I would fuck up and do?"

Aubrey's hand reached out to grip her shoulder lightly.

"No, because you've been calling me for help a lot lately. I know that part of the reason for that is because Amy is so far away, but I also feel like we've grown closer over the past few months, and I appreciate that you trust me enough to come to me for help with your problems."

She blinked. Out of all the things the blond could have said, she wasn't expecting that,

"Oh, well; you're welcome? But thanks for coming out to help me look for the ring, I have no idea where she could have hidden it." She gestured for the blonde to follow her into the house. "I think we should start in the bedroom."

Aubrey didn't move, instead smiling from her place on the front porch.

"Beca," If the DJ didn't know any better, she would have taken offense at the tone in Aubrey's voice. "I said I would help you find the ring, I didn't say I would help you look for it."

"What does that even mean? Those sentences mean literally the exact same thing."

"And later we'll talk about how the incorrect use of the word 'literally' is changing the English language, but right now we're going on a walk."

"A walk? I don't think -"

"Beca, did I or did I not help you find the Bella's sound for World's?"

"I mean, yes, but-"

"Then you should trust that there is a method to my madness." Her voice sharpened suddenly, and Beca jumped. "Now come on!"

Obviously, arguing was not going to do her much good. And besides, the blonde terror did have a point- her methods did yield results.

She joined Aubrey on the porch and locked the door behind her.

"Can I at least ask where we're going?"

Aubrey crinkled her eyebrows.

"Am I dressed appropriately?" She gestured down at her button up, black jeans, and low boots. "Do I need to go change?"

Aubrey studied her before responding. "You'll be fine. No cardio today."

She followed Aubrey down the steps and onto the street, walking briskly to keep up with the tall blonde. The last remnants of sunlight were quickly fading into darkness, and soon the streetlights were all that was lighting the road. As they made their way through the streets of the subdivision, Beca quickly realized their route.

"We're going to the beach?"

Aubrey stopped and turned, hands falling on Beca's shoulders.

"Beca." Her voice had that almost condescending lilt that Beca had pretty much come to equate with Aubrey over the years. "You need to realize that destination is not important, it's the journey. And sometimes you may not understand the journey, but you have to respect it. Do you love Chloe?" Aubrey's quick shift of gears left her with mental whiplash.

"Yes?" She winced at the questioning tone in her answer and Aubrey's head tilted to the side.

"I mean, yes." She reaffirmed with more confidence. "I do love her. More than anything."

The blonde didn't say anything more, simply turned and continued walking down the street, leaving Beca to scurry after her. The closer they go to the beach access, the darker it became, and Beca noticed several of the streetlights were off.

"That's weird, I need to call the HOA about that."

"You know when I first saw you at the activities fair with your ear spikes and tattoos, I never suspected that you would be so . . . domestic. Especially not with my best friend. I'm impressed, Beca."

"Thanks?"

She felt the pavement turn to sand beneath her feet, and she realized they had made it to the beach. The sound of the ocean was close, but far enough away that Beca wasn't afraid of accidentally taking a dip. Clouds framed the moon on the horizon, and the occasional star speckled through. She couldn't quite make out Aubrey's features, but she could feel the older girl's presence close by. They had stopped completely, and it was on the tip of her tongue to ask once again what exactly it was they were doing when a series of loud claps startled her. She could hear the people surrounding them, even if she couldn't see them, and she would have turned to run if Aubrey's hand on her arm hadn't stopped her. Voices joined the clapping to lay down the instrument line.

Aubrey began to sing beside her, and Beca wondered if this was how characters in musicals felt when people randomly burst into song.

We're on top of the world

A figure stepped out of the crowd, and Beca could barely make it out as Stacie, taking over the solo from Aubrey.

We're on top of the world

As Emily came forward next, Beca found herself wishing that she had the time to figure out what was going on, but a tiny voice in the back of her head was screaming at her to just take everything in.

Now darling, so don't let go

A gigantic projector screen lit up to the side of them, and Beca turned to watch as each of the out-of-town Bellas appeared on the screen in turn- Brady Bunch style.

Can I call you mine?
So can I call you mine now, darling
For a whole life time?
My heart finally trusts my mind
And I know somehow it's right

All of the girls joined together to harmonize and Beca couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at how good they sounded - she had been their co-captain for three years after all.

And, oh, we got time, yeah
So darling, just say you'll stay right by my side
And, oh, we got love, yeah
So darling, just swear you'll stand right by my side

Two large bonfires lit simultaneously on the shoreline and Beca finally realized how well planned out this all was. She had assumed that Chloe was behind this whole thing, and her suspicions were confirmed when the redhead emerged from the now visible crowd. The other voices fell away as Chloe's soprano floated through the air towards Beca.

We're on top of the world
We're on top of the world
Now darling, so don't let go
I've got something to say
You're perfect in every way
I'm gonna shout it out
I wanna tell you now
'Cause I know somehow it's right

She watched as Chloe came closer, blue eyes misted over with unshed tears - happy tears if the smile lighting her features was any indication. The redhead came to a stop in front of her, and even as the Bellas and the rest of the crowd joined in, she found she couldn't force her attention to waver from Chloe's face.

And, oh, we got time, yeah
So darling, just say you'll stay right by my side
And, oh, we got love, yeah
Darling, just swear you'll stand right by my side

Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever

You're my bright blue sky
You're the sun in my eyes
Oh baby, you're my life
You're the reason why

We're on top of the world
We're on top of the world
Now darling, so don't let go
1, 2, 3, 4
And, oh, we got time, yeah
We got love
So darling, just swear you'll stay right by my side
Oh and we got love
Yeah
So darling, just swear you'll stay right by my side

Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever
Be my forever

The accompaniment died out until the air surrounding them was thick with silence and nervous tension.

She should have known.

She should have at least suspected.

She should have seen the signs.

Put two and two together.

She should not have been as surprised as she was when Chloe dropped to one knee in front of her, a tiny black box magically appearing in her hand.

She should have seen it coming; long before the breathless whisper tumbled over Chloe's perfect lips.

"Be my forever?"

Her heart pounded in her ears, and she found herself wondering, exactly, just how it was she was supposed to breathe; because she couldn't quite remember at the moment.

Her eyes flitted from Chloe's face down to the ring - a gorgeous center cut diamond framed in smaller black diamonds. It was beautiful, and perfect; but not nearly as perfect as the woman kneeling in front of her.

"Bec?"

Chloe's voice broke through her thoughts, and she realized that she had been standing there not saying anything for more than a few minutes.

Oops.

"Yes. Yes." She dropped down to her knees so that she was level with Chloe. "I'll be your forever if you'll be mine?"

The redhead laughed, tears streaking down her face.

"Deal."

"No take backs?"

Chloe giggled again.

"No take backs."

"I love you, Chloe. So much."

"I love you too."

"I was looking for your ring you know, I was going to propose again."

"That's why I let Aubrey hold onto it, I couldn't let you find it and ruin my surprise." Chloe teased. "Speaking of rings . . ." She held up the velvet box between them.

"It's beautiful, just like you." She took the ring out and placed it on her finger. It fit perfectly, and she held her left had out in front of her to admire it. Chloe definitely knew her style.

"Now we match." Chloe held out her own left hand to show the ring that Beca had bought so many months ago adorning her ring finger.

"How did you know I would say yes?"

Chloe shrugged as if it was no big deal and she pulled Beca close until their foreheads were touching.

"A hunch."

"A hunch, huh?"

"Well, I have been called the Beca whisperer before."

She felt the smile tugging at her lips even as she tried to maintain a straight face.

"Pretty sure you're the only one that calls yourself that, Beale."

"Well I was right wasn't I?"

"Touche."

She gave up on fighting the smile as Chloe's lips crashed against hers; and it was there she realized - kneeling in the sand with a flash mob surrounding them - that if this was what forever felt like, she was pretty okay with it.

Chloe pulled back from the kiss, her eyes glittering in the starlight. "And that's future Mrs. Mitchell to you."