I do not own Pitch Perfect

To say Beca was nervous was an understatement. Somehow, Fat Amy and Bumper found the perfect place for their wedding and an equally expensive mansion to rent somewhere in the Virgin Islands. All the Bellas would be there, well, the Bellas she had spent four years of college with. Of course all the Trebles where invited too. Including Jesse.

She's seen and heard a lot of Jesse during the first year after their break-up. Long distance relationship wasn't really a thing for her. They tried their best, but, in the end they were better off as friends.

They still talk a lot on the phone. Again, he is still her best friend. They bug about each other's current love life or lack thereof. They joked, they teased. They were doing quite well.

Then they both got busy with their own lives. Phone calls turned into frequent texting until barely got any messages from each other anymore. Beca had been living with Chloe for two years by then and living with the redhead was an adventure of its own that she had even hardly noticed the absence of any updates from Jesse.

That is, until he called her a week before the upcoming special occasion.

It wasn't Jesse who she was nervous about though. It was who Jesse was bringing as his "date" for the wedding, if one could even call it that.

Jesse was talking excitedly about it to Beca on the phone when he called. "I still can't believe that Bumper actually knew her and met her! And that they were friends! And that he actually did work for John Meyer for a while!"

"Wait, slow down. Who are we talking about here?" Beca asked.

Jesse sighed on the other side of the line. He had just explained to her that he was working on a score for an incredible movie that people in Hollywood were already talking about. But of course, chalk it up to Beca to actually miss this particular piece of news.

Jesse had to explain to Beca that he was currently working with a young brilliant composer and pianist who was already rapidly gaining international fame. She was four years younger than they were but she had entered Julliard at the same time they started their first year at Barden.

Truthfully, from that bit of information, Beca could already feel her heart racing. She could already guess who Jesse was talking about.

She was brilliant, a savant in many areas of learning other than music but her love for the latter was greater than any interest she had on science or philosophy.

She knew. Of course Beca knew. They haven't talked for each other for almost six years now but she kept tabs on her, especially when she had started gaining fame as a concert pianist even while she was still a student.

And as Jesse clamored on and on about her, it became evident that he didn't have the slightest clue about who he was talking about and to whom he was talking to about said person of interest. This despite the claim of being "best friends" with her coming from him.

"But don't worry Becs, don't you go and be jealous or anything. She's not into me. Apparently "men" aren't her type." Jesse said a little dramatically.

"Weirdo" Beca replied. That was all she could manage to form as a reply because her nerves had taken over her completely at that point, the realization dawning upon her that after six years, after what she liked to call "the fallout" during her senior year of high school, they were going to see each other again.

Because of course Jesse was bringing her as her date and Bumper apparently invited her to the wedding.

She was going to see her again.

Chloe was looking at Beca intently as they settled down their seats, the plane about to take off. She had been acting strange from the past few days, ever since Jesse called.

A part of her wanted to strangle Jesse for whatever it was that he had told her over the phone that was making Beca a nervous wreck, at least from what Chloe could tell. Why else would she spend a few days over her dad's with her step-mother (or step-monster as she calls it) and her new baby half-brother.

As soon as they took off, Beca gazed into whatever distant dream she was seeing through the window, not even bothering to place her headphones over her ears to listen to some music. She was being so uncharacteristic that Chloe had messaged the Bellas who arrived a day or two earlier to their destination to find out what is currently going on with her best friend and her treble ex before they left their place.

Because it couldn't be helped. It was like Beca was retreating behind her walls – the ones Chloe and the rest of the Bellas tore down long ago – and she was so afraid of losing her back to her old self.

Beca was still looking out the window, lost in the depths of her thoughts and Chloe was doing what she always did, she looked at Beca with all the admiration, understanding, and patience in the world. She looked at her, studied her face, and admired those stormy blue eyes that always dared her to uncover the secrets behind them. She looked, she gazed, she admired, and all while Beca looked away.

And Chloe doesn't know that Beca looked at her too. When she finally finds a way to tear her eyes off the brunette, Beca would always chance a glance back, a gentle smile creeping on her lips with the thought that even when the past came calling, there would be someone who would be watching over her, pulling her back to the light and warmth of her life now.

Before she even knew it, Chloe was pulling up the front steps of quite possibly the largest piece of real estate Beca has ever seen. The Bellas were of course already all accounted for and helped them get settled. The Bellas were grouped together, staying at the same wing of the mansion and paired up with each other with the exception of Fat Amy, who was staying with Bumper, and Cynthia Rose and her wife.

Beca couldn't help it. She was fidgeting a lot and all the Bellas could tell. Fat Amy in particular made a comment about whether or not their favorite co-captains have finally gotten together because Beca was clearly hiding something. She's never been good about keeping secrets from her friends.

Chloe's face flushed a bright shade of red, as expected, but the rest of the Bellas remained silent when the comment barely registered with Beca. Her eyes were fixed on Jesse as he approached the group looking a bit tired and annoyed but happy to see Beca again.

Jesse gave Beca a bear hug before he made a passing comment to Aubrey. "Goodness Posen, I never took you for a fangirl. I can't find her anywhere now."

"Find who?" Chloe chimed in when Aubrey simply rolled her eyes at the comment made by the former Treble. But Beca never heard the answer.

She found herself back in their room within minutes, leaving her friends in the family room. She needed to be alone for now, she needed to calm her nerves.

Somehow all she could remember was the last few memories of her.

She had always been the Yin to Beca's Yang. But she didn't care. She never did. She loved her anyways.

She had always managed to steal the spotlight even without trying. But Beca didn't mind. She was happy and content to be in the shadows to let her shine.

She was the one always praised. The incredibly brilliant one. The one who skipped a few years of school because she was just that smart. She was unassuming and simple. She was honest and kind. She had the same special place in her heart for music. A special kind of magic touch to it that they shared.

She was her sister. Her half-sister but Beca never kept her outside of her walls even though he hated her step-dad. Her name was Ellie.

She loved Beca so much and Beca adored her too. She doted on her, and she was very protective of her, even when her younger sister grew to be taller than she was.

Beca was the first person who she came out to. She remembered that drive they had during their junior year in high school – she was four years younger but she was accelerated to their year – and Beca, who never really talked to anyone at school, started asking her about the boy in her English class that kept asking her about her younger sister. If she was being honest to herself she wanted to punch the guy for asking her about her younger sister who had just turned fourteen, but considering he was one of the "good kids" in school who was always awkward and all, she held back.

Beca knew something was off when she was teasing her about it but she shrugged it off. She asked her if she liked someone and Ellie said yes with a shaky breath. Beca noted her sister's nervousness, she was just as fidgety as she was when it comes to keeping huge secrets, and that's when she just blurted it out. "Becs, I have feelings for a girl."

Beca quirked an eyebrow before sporting on her signature smirk. "Cool. So who's the lucky girl?" was al she gave as a reply and Ellie couldn't help the grin forming on her lips. After that Beca had pretty much helped her with the wooing.

They grew up close. Their mom always made sure they would be. They've always been close. But then came the "the fallout" as Beca dubbed it.

They were halfway through their senior year by then. Ellie was stressing out, the man who was her step-dad had been pressuring her to get into Harvard or Yale, to either do pre-law or pre-med, but Ellie had other plans, and when it comes to doing dad-defying stunts, Beca was more than ready and willing to help out.

Beca was just thankful that her step-dad hadn't placed any expectations on her. She was saving up for LA since her freshman year and her mind was still set on that. She did help out her sister to "secretly" apply to Julliard. She even came with her during the whole audition process, she didn't really pay much attention to the specifics since her main job at that point was to come up with an excuse to head out to New York.

They kept it a secret to their mom, waited until they heard news, and planned on telling her when they did.

But that never happened. Admission letters from Ivy schools came, and a letter from Julliard too, but the contents of those letters where the least of their concern when they came. Their mom got sick. She got sicker by the minute. And then she died.

Things happened too fast. Beca hated remembering those memories so she buried it deep.

She was never the star of their family. So when Ellie told her dad about getting a scholarship at Julliard that she had decided to accept and he found out that his beloved daughter chose to be a pianist instead of whatever grand dream he had for her, he blamed Beca.

There was a huge argument that led to Beca packing her bags, spending some of her LA money to stay at a hotel to finish up the last week that had remained of her high school career, and called her dad and made a deal with him when she realized that whatever she had saved was never really going to last her for more than a few weeks in LA.

She was expecting to see Ellie in school during that last week, but she was gone. All that was left for her was a voice message that she left her about coming out to her father, escalating the already heated argument, and that she left before morning came.

Her voice was shaky, panicked, as she heard her crying while she left her a message. She was calling Beca for help, because she was all alone, but she didn't answer thinking that her sister was just calling to convince her to come back home.

She found out from the boy who had a crush on her, the same boy from her English class that Ellie stayed the night at their place before she was gone. She wanted to keep her then girlfriend out of it. There was cut near her hairline where an ashtray had struck her. The wretched fool had hurt her.

She had ran away. A few years later, an interview she had read about how the rising pianist, Ellie Spencer, had started out in New York informed her that her cunning sister manage to withdraw all the money he had set aside from her from her savings account, emancipated herself from her father who by then disowned her, and the obvious that she had adopted their mother's maiden name.

She skipped the part about how Beca had left that night, having the last straw.

She skipped the part about having no place to go. No family to run to.

Beca felt bad. Worse than when she thought she screwed up their chance for Nationals during her first year with the Bellas or when she almost walked out on them during the retreat.

If only there were bear traps that could have stopped her then.

Beca knew how lucky she was, with the present predicament of running into her sister during the wedding of one of her closest friends, something she never thought she'll ever have, it was made even clearer to her. Ellie used to be the one who saved her from her own darkness, from the hurt when people walked away in her life, she was the one who stayed. And then the Bellas came, and even when she would run away and push, they would pull her back. Chloe most specially. If it wasn't for her in the first place, she wouldn't have her family with the Bellas. The redhead had been persistent in breaking her walls and pushing her boundaries. Jesse helped too, but it was the redhead who did the most work. It was always the redhead.

Yes, Beca was lucky. Because even when Ellie disappeared in her life, she found her place with the Bellas. She mended her relationship with her father and the step-monster, although admittedly the latter was still a work in progress.

She had people in her life. People who loved her. She always thought that Ellie had been the one blessed by the stars and know she understood it had always actually been her, because when Ellie had nothing, she only had Beca.

And Beca failed her.