Beca shot up into a sitting position, breathing heavily. She panicked briefly, before her eyes adjusted to the darkness in her room. With her breathing slightly more controlled she lifted a shaking hand to pull away the strands of hair sticking to her forehead. She kept her hand there for a second, the chill of it helping to remind her that she was okay, that it wasn't real. Dragging her hand down her face she tried to rub away the last of the fear. Looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand she sighed. 5:15 AM was blinking back at her and again she sighed in frustration as she fell back onto her bed, an arm thrown haphazardly above her head. There was no way she was going back to sleep, not that she couldn't, Beca took immense pride in her ability to fall asleep anywhere if she really wanted to. No, she wasn't going back to sleep because she didn't want to see it again, that horrible memory that plagued her dreams, turning them into nightmares. To be honest she would rather relive the actually memory itself than have the nightmares. While the accident had been scary, it was nothing compared to what her nightmares were like. It was as though they were showing her what could have happened, had they not been so lucky. It took her memory of the crash and warped it to display ever increasingly terrifying scenes. The latest theme seemed to be her mother's death. While her mother hadn't died in the crash, her mind seemed to want her to know that she could have, and that it would have been all Beca's fault.

Smacking her hand down against her forehead, Beca sat up again, this time swinging her legs over the side of the bed. The clock was blinking 5:19 at this point and thanking God that Kimmy-Jin never came back to the dorm last night, Beca sat down at her desk and opened her laptop.

Beca jolted awake for the fifth time as her head once again slipped off the hand it was resting on. She sighed as she pulled herself upright, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to make them less tired. It didn't help that her Professor for philosophy was the most boring man alive, his voice could and evidently had put Beca to sleep time and time again. It also didn't help that she had been running on about five hours of sleep a night for the past week. Sure, five hours should have been plenty for Beca to at least be able to stay awake in her classes but Aubrey and Chloe (mainly Aubrey) had been pushing the Bellas to their limits the past few weeks. Even though they had already won Nationals, Barden wanted an end of year performance from the winning team that included three different routines. Aubrey had also received a call asking the Bellas to open and close some big, fancy show over the summer. That made five routines altogether. At least three would be over with soon, as the end of year show was taking place next week.

Beca started slightly as multiple students pushed their chairs back and stood up. Realising that it must be the end of the class Beca hurriedly gathered her things and left the room. Bella's rehearsal started at 4:00 PM today and it was already 3:50 meaning Beca would have to at least jog across campus to get to the gym. She groaned quietly to herself as she sped up, praying that a miracle would happen and today's session would be calm.

'Are you even trying right now Beca?' Aubrey's voice registered in Beca's ears as she sat on the floor.

After stumbling through most of the third routine Beca had finally fallen face first onto the floor. With a sigh she pushed herself up to stand in front of Aubrey. She was tired and all she wanted to do was sleep but Aubrey had announced that they would all be staying late to make sure that the routines were spotless.

'What is going on with you Beca? Don't you know how important it is that we show our fellow students that Nationals weren't a one-time thing? Do you realise what a chance this has given us? We will be the group that everyone wants to join. The restoration of our proud organisation will finally be complete. Yet here you are, three beats behind everyone else and stumbling over yourself life a drunkard.' Aubrey's voice became increasingly louder throughout her speech until she was almost shouting.

Then her eyes narrowed and she moved closer to Beca, invading her personal space. She leaned back slightly as Aubrey pushed her face towards hers and said 'Breathe on me.'

'Dude, what?' Beca stared at her incredulously wondering what the hell kinda crazy pills she was on.

'Breathe one me, Beca.' She repeated firmly.

The rest of the Bellas had stopped what they were doing and were watching intently.

'Why the hell would you want me to do that Aubrey?' She asked agitated. The captain was still in her face and it was starting to piss her off.

'I want you to do it because you have been tripping over your own feet through each of the routines when last week you could do them just fine! Because your eyes are bloodshot and to be honest, you look like hell. Now, breathe on me, Beca.' She stated, leaning back just a little to cross her arms. She raised her eyebrow as Beca continued to stare at her.

Finally it dawned on her what Aubrey was implying.

'Dude you think I'm drunk?!' She spluttered, eyes widening at the incredulousness of it.

Aubrey's eyebrow inched higher as she just stood there. Mouth agape Beca looked towards the other Bellas for help but they were all staring back at her with varying levels of concern. She jumped as she felt something touch her shoulder and whipped her head around to see Chloe standing there, her face contorted with worry.

'Just breathe on her Becs,' Chloe said, her hand moving to rub small circles on Beca's shoulder blade, 'If you haven't drunk anything then you have nothing to worry about.'

She was trying to sooth her but it came across slightly patronising and, okay, she'll admit that it kind of hurt that they thought she was drunk. At rehearsal no less. Shaking her head she shrugged out of Chloe's touch, ignoring the faint look of hurt on the girl's face. Turning back towards Aubrey, she too crossed her arms and the rest of the Bellas recognized the signs of a stand-off.

'Look Aubrey, I'm not drunk and there is no way in hell I would breathe on you even if I was. I'm only stumbling because I'm tired. You've been working us way too hard lately, I mean, jeez, it's a freaking college performance. There is nothing to win with this. No other groups for us to compete against. It isn't that important, so you need to calm the fuck down and give us a break.'

Beca was quite proud of herself for getting her point across without shouting. She continued to stare Aubrey in the eye as she waited for the blonde's reaction.

'Every performance is important, as a Bella you should know that. To be honest Beca you seem to be the only one struggling here, so get your act together before you screw everything up. Oh, and if you're so tired then you should be responsible and go to bed earlier.' Aubrey said, spinning on her heel and heading to the front of the room.

Beca sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. She and Aubrey's relationship had gotten so much better since Nationals but now it felt as though everything was rewinding itself.

'Beca?' Came the hesitant voice of Chloe, still standing beside her, though it was actually more in front of her now.

Beca looked up to meet her gaze and saw that Chloe still seemed worried. She took a deep breath and gave her a small smile, hoping to take the expression off of her face. Chloe didn't seem to buy it though but thankfully she didn't say anything, just pulled Beca in for a quick hug and then took her place in the group. Beca shook herself slightly, stepped into place and waited for Aubrey to count them in.