We're Doing What?

Chapter 1

Jab. Jab. Duck. Hook. Duck. Jab.

Her breath was heavy; her feet shuffling around the red leather bag. Using the back of her arm, she wiped away a few beads of sweat rolling down her temples before dropping her arms limply by her sides. Brunette flyaways stuck to the side of her head where she'd missed wiping away the persperation.

She gave herself a few moments to catch her breath and compose herself before unstrapping her black boxing gloves and removing the, now sweaty, wraps from her hands. She sighed at the feeling of freedom; spreading her fingers before cracking her knuckles.

"Done already, Becs?" came the familiar voice of her best friend.

"Yeah," Beca breathed out, picking up her water bottle and taking a long drink. "Might go warm down with a swim."

"No worries!" came the chirpy reply.

Beca smiled before leaving the room.

The brunette had finally finished college and moved across the country to Los Angeles where she had picked up a stint at a music production company. She was more than just an intern now, and her old boss had happily passed on a good reference, especially after she proved to him that she had what it took to become a music producer.

Eventually Chloe had decided to move to the West Coast, rooming with Beca in a double apartment in a high rise in the city. It had been close to work when Beca began leasing it and Chloe had managed to sort herself a job at one of the local night clubs as a bar tender.

Unbeknown to anyone, in the six months it had been since they had finished college, Chloe had spent her evenings learning bartending from her, now, ex boyfriend.

As Beca passed through the gym, in their apartment building, and into the pool, she smiled fondly at the memory of Chloe coming to live with her. Chloe, after all, was her best friend and as Beca remembered her friend, she remembered the countless days that she had taken her frustration out on the redhead for losing the object of her affections. Now, Beca had always been adament on her sexuality; that had been until the German woman from their international rival a capella team had shown up.

Chloe had put up with the countless hours in the gym with focus pads strapped to her hands. She'd seen the brunette sweat all emotion out of her. She'd watched as the younger woman had crawled into the lifts to ascend to their floor, crawl out of the lift and then paw at the door; all because she had drained every ounce of energy from her body as she tried to forget Copenhagen.

As Beca slid into the cool water, her mind numbing itself from where it was headed. Of course she relished the memory of the German woman, but every now and again, remembering the moments they spent together hurt. It was bittersweet. She swam several laps of the pool to allow her muscles to cool down from the rigorous exercise she had just put herself through. Her sweaty brow now covered with chlorinated water instead. It was a preferred change.

As her head came up to the surface following her final lap, she heard the sound of feet echoing throughout the room. Looking around she saw Chloe; hand on her cocked hip with a raised eyebrow. If Beca wasn't currently obsessed with someone who lived miles away, she would have thought that Chloe looked sexy as hell; sweat covering her body, glistening in the light and catching the eye.

"Beca?" Chloe called again as Beca continued to stare; nothing. "Beca!?"

The brunette shook her head, focusing on her redheaded friend. "Hm?"

"C'mon," she said, gesturing with her head to remove herself from the small body of water. "We have to go, plus its nearly nine, she'll be home soon,"

Beca's eyes widened, making the light catch them to look like they were flahsing. Quickly pulling her hands from out under the water, she counted on her fingers. "...five...six...seven...eight...nine,"

The brunette looked back up at Chloe; she was smiling at how adorable she was. "Let's go then," she told her friend again.

"It's a Saturday and you still work till late?" Beca asked through the microphone on her headset.

"Ja," came the simple reply, although it broke up as the connection slowed.

That was the glory of Skype calling someone, and this wasn't even with webcam. Beca grimaced at how terrible the call would have been, but it would have been worth it, to see the grainy image of the blonde on her computer screen. Perhaps, if she was a little lucky, the image could have frozen and left an image for her to analyse.

"Why do we keep skyping?" Beca asked absent mindedly, not realising that what she had said had come out completely wrong.

"You don't want to skype any longer?"

Beca looked at her computer screen, eyes wide. It's not like she was on video or anything, but it seemed that if she were in a call, she would stare at her computer screen. She pulled her eyes away, looking at the photo on her desk of the Bella's after worlds. "No," Beca corrected, sighing. "I miss you and I'd like to be able to message you whenever," she told the German over the internet. "I hate time differences,"

"I know, maus," that whole line came in broken. "I must go now. It is dinner time for me, remember?"

Beca allowed a half smile to grace her face. She wasn't happy but it was better than not having contact with the woman. "Ok, you beautiful creature," She smacked her head. "I suppose until next time?"

The German had giggled at the slip in Beca's sentence. It still made her smile that, even after six months, Beca was still losing her words over her. "Ja, goodbye little one,"

Beca watched as the red 'End Call' button faded and the screen returned to the messaging screen.

Sensing Beca was now free from the call to the otherside of the world, Chloe slunk into the small room that the brunette called the office. She walked up behind Beca's chair, resting her hands on her shoulders and giving a quick squeeze.

"Our conversations are getting shorter," Beca admitted to her friend.

"It's been six months, Becs," Chloe told her, trying to reason with her. "If she's in the same boat as you, then she sure as hell doesn't want to be skyping with you,"

Beca propped her elbows on the desk, allowing her head to fall into her hands. Chloe removed her hands from the smaller woman's shoulders and rubbed a quick circle on her back.

"Why don't you go and see her?" Chloe offered.

That was definitely a long shot but it could be possible. Beca mulled the idea over. She knew high school German and that might be enough for her to make it by over there. She picked her head back up, straightened her posture and typed out a message to the German woman.

'So I was just thinking, it's been six months since we saw each other and I might miss you...but I would totally punch you if you told anyone that...I had a bit of money pushed aside for some new gear, but I was thinking of booking flights to Germany...'

Hitting enter, Beca exhaled the breath she was holding, feeling the relief wash over her. She looked up at her friend, who had been reading over her shoulder, and grinned.

"You, Mitchell, are ardorable," Chloe told her, pinching her cheeks till Beca pulled away with a scowl on her face.

"I am not adorable," Beca protested. "I'm badass,"

Chloe nodded her head with a raised eyebrow, "Sure you are Miss 'I miss you',"

"You tell anyone and you're dead to me," she threatened, a blank expression covering her face.

The ginger held her fingers to her mouth and pretended to tremble. "I'm so scared," she told the brunette before leaving the office with a bounce in her step.

Beca couldn't sit still. She had moved from her office, to the lounge, sitting on the couch for all of two minutes before walking into the kitchen. She was met by Chloe preparing something for dinner.

Planting herself on one of the stools that sat around the centre island, she clasped her hands in front of her, fiddling with one of her rings.

"Calm down," Chloe told her, not looking up from the capsicum she was slicing.

"I can't," Beca replied, ceasing to play with her ring and beginning to now ping her hair tie around her wrist.

"Seriously?" Chloe asked, cocking her eyebrow and taking a glace at the time displayed on the microwave. "It's been six hours, she'll be asleep now. Remember; time difference,"

"Yeah, I know," It was almost as if Beca was whining. "I just want to know an answer,"

"If I had known this is how you were going to act, I totally would have told you to stay with Jesse instead of telling him," the ginger declared, earning a death glare from the brunette. "What?" she shrugged her shoulders.

"I don't lie,"

"Often," Chloe added.

"When have I ever lied?"

"When you had the internship last year,"

Beca stopped playing with her hair tie, raising a finger in a matter-of-fact way. "Didn't lie. With held information. Totally different, Beale,"

Chloe smirked, this was keeping Beca's mind off the woman halfway across the world. "Essentially a lie," Chloe teased.

"You're a little shit," Beca laughed, her mind drained of all previous emotion. "What are you cooking anyway?"

"Food,"

"That was so clever," Beca deadpanned, rolling her eyes.

Beca had, had a difficult time sleeping that night. She had followed her normal routine; dinner, shower, a couple of beers with Chloe and then up to bed. She had slid under the covers, hoping that the small amount of alcohol in her bloodstream was enough to cause drowsiness. But alas, her body decided to process the beer faster than usual and the light haze that she was in had gone, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

She rolled in her bed, taking a look at her alarm clock. 12:12pm. She furrowed her brow, holding her hands in front of her face; not that she could see them in the dark. Mouthing numbers as she counted on her fingers, she deduced that it was 9:12am in Germany. Sliding herself back out of her covers and treading lightly through the apartment hallway and down to the office, she hoped like hell that there was a reply from the blonde woman on her Skype.

Pulling out the desk chair and tapping the space bar on the keyboard to wake the computer from it's sleep, she sat, nervously bouncing her leg as she let Skype load.

Of course, now was the time that the drowsiness took over her senses. Her eyelids felt like they weighed a tonne and it would have shown in the way she slow blinked.

"Hurry up," Beca whispered to herself as her messages began popping up. Watching the left hand side bar, she watched as that name appeared with a little orange spot.

'I have seen Germany many times, I have a better plan. Book a flight for London to arrive on the 25th of January. I will be there waiting. Take some time off work. See you soon x.'

Holy. Fuck.

Beca's sleepiness had passed. Her eyes were wide, her face bearing a small, but adorable smile. She wanted to pount her fists on the desk out of sheer happiness but decided against it, thinking it could possibly wake Chloe. But what did that matter right now? Beca couldn't contain herself as she ran back down the hallway, throwing Chloe's door open.

"I'm going to London!"

Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or the characters. Of course I wish I did.

AN: So I wasn't really sure to continue with Heterosexual Insults, so I decided I would branch off it and take a few bits and pieces from it. I have a well thought out plan and I've done a bit of research into what I'm doing.

Reviews are awesome :) And ideas are 100% welcome. I might not be able to fit all of them, but I can try.

Thanks for reading :)

AN2: I made some changes to some of the dates so they coincide better with what I'm planning.