Author's Note: I promise I haven't forgotten about Make Me Jump. I got distracted by work and then got rear ended on my birthday while listening to "Panic Station" by Muse and it sparked this prompt. I had to write it out. I have plans for it if you guys like it. The first few paragraphs were co-written with my friend Ari, who has written many a story with me on this account. She's pretty talented herself. We hope you enjoy.

Also, I recommend listening to "Panic Station" while or before reading this because it's fabulous and literally inspired the mood of this entire fic. So yeah. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: PP2 is not mine, I do not claim rights. Same for the Muse lyrics mentioned, everything belongs to their respective owners, not me.

"No, Komi, it's not time to get up yet," Beca grumbled as she batted lazily at her dog's persistent paw on her pillow. She rolled over and yanked the covers up to her chin, intent on going back to sleep. And she was doing a great job at that- until the blankets started removing themselves from her body on their own. She groggily came to the realization that the culprit was her ten-month-old German Shepherd. The pup had the sheets clenched tightly between her canine chompers in an attempt to wake her sleeping owner.

"Ugh, Komi! It's only-" she glanced at the digital alarm clock on her nightstand and suddenly felt wide awake. "Shit, I'm late!" The brunette leapt from her bed and began scurrying about the room in a panic. Beca let her four-legged housemate out to do her business (thank goodness she had a ground floor apartment with a yard for such purposes as doggy potty breaks) while she scurried around the apartment trying to prepare herself for the day ahead.

She very quickly discovered that she wasn't quite awake enough to perform the simplest tasks. In her attempt to feed both herself and Komi, she managed to get dog food and Reese's Puffs in the wrong bowls (though, in her defense they did look similar). "Goddamn it," the brunette muttered under her breath as she threw out the now-milky puppy food.

By the time the petite singer gave up on winged eyeliner, burned her neck with a straightening iron, and somehow got toothpaste in her eye, it was 9 am and she was already five minutes late to yet another interview, this time with a label by the name of Ace Mann Records. The company was new to the area and she knew she wouldn't be the only interviewee, so she wanted to make a good impression. Being late was definitely not starting out on the right foot. Speaking of right feet, it would've been great if her shoes had been put on the correct appendages but apparently that wasn't happening this morning, either.

Once she got Komi back inside and made sure she was given the correct bowl, she bid her pup good day and was out the door.

...and then back in because she left her straightening iron on, the milk on the counter, and her phone on the charger.

After checking and double checking everything, the brunette was finally able to take her leave, for good, this time. Coffee in hand, she stumbled to the driver's side door of her moonlight blue Kia Soul. She had gotten the car as a graduation present from her dad and Sheila, complete with the super-mega-awesome custom sound system installed upon purchase, courtesy of her mom.

Beca reeled out of the drive like a maniac on a mission (which, she totally was) and prepared herself for the disgusting amount of traffic she was about to endure. She plugged in her iPod and scrolled through her music library until she finally settled on a track for the drive. Muse's "Panic Station" began pounding through her glorious subs as she wound through the tight suburbs of Seattle.

You won't get much closer

Till you sacrifice it all

You won't get to taste it

With your face against the wall

Get up and commit

Show the power trapped within

Do just what you want to

And now stand up and begin

The Bella turned the volume up for the first chorus, bobbing her head to the utterly catchy riff that accompanied it. She was finally starting to feel better about this morning. Muse had a way of putting her in a better mood- and it totally had nothing to do with her sudden infatuation with the group after Das Sound Machine performed "Uprising" at the Car Show. Nope, not at all.

Her good mood was short lived, however, as she ran over a particularly irritating pothole in the pavement that sent her coffee flying through the air, splashing across her lap and the center console of her car. "Oh, come on, really?" she groaned, as she began frantically searching her floorboard in search of something she could use to clean the mess.

That was where her bad morning turned impossibly worse.

She felt a sudden jolt as she was thrown against her steering wheel. Everything seemed to stop for a moment as her brain caught up to what was happening. She just rear-ended someone. Not only that, but she had just rear-ended someone in a very nice, very expensive-looking sportscar. A very expensive looking Audi R8, to be exact.

"Seriously!? You have to be fucking kidding me right now," Beca screeched, shaking herself from the initial shock of the situation. She threw her car in park and switched her hazard lights on before stepping out of the vehicle. She made a quick glance at the damage to the other car, which was, thankfully, very minimal, if any. She had been approaching a stop light after hitting the pothole so she was going slow to begin with. Though, apparently not slow enough.

The Audi's door flew open and a high-heeled foot appeared on the pavement. It was like something from a low-grade production movie- all that was missing was the cheesy old western showdown music.

A long, black-clad leg followed the foot, and with it came the rest of the driver. Long, wavy blonde hair was swept over one of the woman's shoulders. She was dressed in sharp black slacks, dangerously sexy heels, and a pale blue sleeveless chiffon blouse that showed off her obviously toned but not obnoxiously muscled arms. When she turned around, Beca could see that her face was just as pretty as the rest of her. She had cheekbones set to kill, perfectly groomed eyebrows visible over dark sunglasses, and a jawline that was becoming increasingly distracting with every step she took towards Beca.

The brunette felt herself getting more and more anxious by the millisecond. Talking to attractive women was never her strong suit. Talking to attractive women of power, even less so, and to say this woman carried an air of confidence and control would be like saying Chloe had a few issues with personal boundaries. Talking to attractive women of power whom she'd just rear-ended was a thought that nearly made her sick.

"Was Narr getroffen hat mein Auto?! Sie müssen einen Wunsch für den Tod," an angry voice shook Beca from her totally-not-staring.

"Hey, oh my god, I am so sorry! I was running late for this thing and I spilled my coffee everywhere and was trying to find something to clean it up with and, wow, your car just came out of nowhere, I swear, I guess I just wasn't paying attention and Jesus your legs go on for days, don't they-" Beca finally cut herself off, feeling a dark blush seeping into the pale flesh of her cheeks and neck. What was she even saying? Where the hell did that come from?

The woman before her leaned forward, tilting her head to the side to examine Beca. Her brow furrowed in concentration and suddenly realization seemed to hit her. "Feisty maus? Is that you?" Beca was thrown off immensely for a moment but the memory of that nickname slammed into her like a ton of bricks the second it left that beautifully accented tongue.

"Kommissar?! Wha- how are you even- but you're supposed to be… what the hell is going on," the younger woman could hear her voice rising significantly with every syllable but she was so far beyond baffled that she couldn't quite bring herself to care.

The blonde before her smirked, placing a slender hand on her hip as she watched Beca's mental struggle, clearly pleased with the reaction. "Well, correct me if I am wrong, but it appears to me that you have rear-ended my vehicle. My very not cheap vehicle, at that."

Beca struggled to find words that would form a coherent sentence. "Y-Yeah, sorry about that. I got distracted and completely lost focus and then your car was just kind of there and in front of my car and, well, you know the rest. On the bright side, it doesn't look like there's even a scratch on the bumper," she finished lamely, gesturing to the still-pristine back end of the Audi to her right. Kommissar stepped beside the vehicles to examine the damage, humming slightly in agreement before turning back to the smaller woman.

"So it would appear, little Bella. Though, we should probably exchange insurance and contact information, to be on the safe side of things, ja?" the blonde replied, keeping her expression neutral.

It'd been almost a year and a half since she last saw the Barden Bella and she'd be lying if she said the girl hadn't crossed her mind a few times since- or, y'know, a lot of times since. Details. She wasn't at all concerned about the car; her family had enough money to buy three more of them if she wanted to, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to jump at the chance to get her feisty maus's phone number.

"Yeah, definitely. Uhm, here's all the insurance information," Beca handed the woman a card before scrambling for her phone in her pocket. "And, I guess I can put my number in your phone or something?"

"Nein, I'll just give you my card. It has all of my information on it," the Kommissar stated matter-of-factly. She turned on her heel and leaned into the door of her car, presumably to retrieve the aforementioned card. Beca didn't care what she was doing, as long as she remained in that precise position because the brunette had a totally awesome view of the German's admittedly perfect backside that she was definitely not staring at. She snapped her eyes back up as the blonde stood back up to her normal height and returned to her previous position in front of her.

The Kommissar stood idle for a moment before a mischievous smirk grew on her lips. She slowly stalked forward until she was within touching distance of the fidgety Bella. Reaching her hand up, she brushed a strand of Beca's hair away from her face, trailing her cool fingertips down the woman's cheek with the lightest of touches.

"I wish I could stay and chat darling, but I really must be going. I am late for a meeting," she trailed off, her fingers lingering beneath Beca's jaw. The brunette in question was sure Kommissar could hear her heart beating as it was hammering obnoxiously against her ribcage. "Call me sometime. I'll take you to lunch, we will, what do you say? Catch up? I'm interested to hear what the little maus has done after her success at the Worlds," she paused for a moment before tracing her touch down the girl's neck to her clavicle. "Bis zum nächsten Mal, liebling."

Beca felt something being slipped between her fingers. When she looked down to see the card in her hand, she heard the roar of an engine and before she knew it, the sleek black Audi was gone.

She shook herself back into reality and trudged back to her car. Once she was settled, she turned the music back on and heaved a hefty sigh as the final chorus of her favorite Muse song sounded through the speakers.

Ooo 1, 2, 3, 4 fire's in your eyes

And this chaos, it defies imagination

She examined the card in her hand to look at the black and red logo on the back. It was an image of a record, with all four suits of a deck of cards on it. She felt her pulse quicken at the sight. Flipping the card over, she read the small, elegant text. There was a phone number, an email address, a mailing address, a name- Sanja H. Holzmann. Beca scoffed inwardly at this; it suited the blonde.

Ooo 5, 6, 7, minus 9 lives

Her quickened heart rate came to a sudden halt as she read the words beneath the name: CEO & Co-Founder - Ace Mann Records.

"Oh, shit."

You've arrived at panic station.

Hope you guys enjoyed, I definitely did. Panic Station will be stuck in my head for the next three days at least but it will be worth it.

Likely-Inacurrate German Translations:

"Was Narr getroffen hat mein Auto?! Sie müssen einen Wunsch für den Tod" - What fool has hit my car?! You must have a death wish.

"Nein" - No

"Bis zum nächsten Mal, liebling" - Until next time, love/darling

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think!

xVal