Author's 1st Note: It's here! The moment you've all been waiting for!

Thank you all so much for taking this journey with me. I appreciate all of your comments and support. It really means a lot to me.

Hope you guys enjoy the conclusion!

Trigger Warning: This chapter describes a small graphic moment of violence, so I apologize if that offends or triggers anyone.

"You invited, Jesse?!" Beca yelped, taking a step back as she processed the news.

Chloe instantly grew worried that Jesse's presence would be upsetting for Beca, so she tried to fix the situation.

"I'm sorry!" she said. "I can tell him not to come. He doesn't have to come if you don't want him to."

"No!" Beca suddenly said, startling Chloe. "Sorry, no. It's fine, I just–" Beca paused. She shook her head as a smile appeared on her lips and Chloe relaxed at the sight of it. "I haven't seen him in so long," Beca said. "I… I've missed him."

Chloe's heart swelled at that. Sure she wasn't in the exact same position as Beca, but she could relate to what she was feeling. Chloe had left her best friends back at her old school and missed them dearly every single day.

Beca's eyes suddenly widened, then, and she looked at Chloe, "You think he'll be able to see me?"

"Oh," Chloe hadn't thought about that. "I don't know. Maybe?" She shrugged, "Stacie was able to see you."

"Yeah," Beca said, her body suddenly deflating, "but Aubrey wasn't," she pointed out. "Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up."

Chloe placed a comforting hand on Beca's back. It had already been a long shot that Stacie was able to see Beca. The odds of Jesse seeing her too were probably slim to none. Chloe didn't want Beca to get disappointed, so maybe it was best if she didn't get her hopes up.

"Well, I haven't told him about you being here," Chloe said. "Maybe you should stay in the other room when he comes." Beca furrowed her brow, so Chloe continued. "At least until I explain everything and how I'm able to see you." Chloe snickered, "I don't want him to think I'm crazy right off the bat."

Beca grinned, "But you are crazy."

Chloe gasped, "Hey!" she said, smacking Beca's arm, playfully. "I am not!"

"I mean," Beca shrugged, "you are currently talking to a ghost right now, so…" She smirked at Chloe and the redhead narrowed her eyes at her.

"That is so not fair," she said.

Beca laughed, "Yeah, okay," she said. "I guess that's not fair."

They continued their laughter for a moment, until Chloe's phone went off and they looked at each other with equally stunned expressions.

"Oh, shit," Beca said, her hands nervously clenching. "Is he here?"

Chloe took out her phone and unlocked it to read the text message. She looked back up at Beca and nodded.

"Yup."

"Okay," Beca said, suddenly appearing nervous. "Okay, I guess I'll just, uh–" Beca started to step backwards, "I guess I'll just… wait in here."

Chloe smiled at her, "Okay." She turned to make her way back up the stairs and replied to Jesse's message, telling him to meet her at the front door.

When Chloe opened it, she was surprised to find Jesse looking stunned and confused.

"Wait," he said, "you live here?"

Now Chloe was confused, "Uh, yeah," she said. "You didn't know that?" Jesse shook his head, "Oh." Chloe furrowed her brow, "Wait… How did you think we were going to get in if I didn't live here?"

Jesse shrugged, "I don't know," he said. "This house has been empty for a long time. I thought we would break in or something."

Chloe couldn't help but laugh, though after enjoying the short, humorous moment, Chloe reopened her eyes and realized Jesse was just staring at her with a quirked brow.

"Wait," Chloe said, "you're serious?"

"Well, yeah," Jesse said. "What?" he asked, a small grin curving on his lips. "A goodie-two-shoes like you never break into a house before?"

Chloe furrowed her brow. Of course the obvious answer was no, she hadn't. Chloe simply wasn't the 'breaking-into-houses' type. But with that being said, it was none of his beeswax anyway.

"I'm not a goodie-two-shoes," Chloe said, almost embarrassed by the pout she involuntarily put out.

Jesse snickered, "Mhmm," and moved around Chloe to step inside the house.

"Come on in," Chloe muttered, closing the door behind her. She watched as Jesse took leisure steps forward, his head raised as he gradually took the surroundings in.

"It's been a while since I've been in here." He stopped walking, "Looks different."

It hadn't occurred to Chloe that the last time Jesse was in this house could have been significant. After all, he and Beca had been best friends. They had probably spent a lot of time together.

"Yeah," Chloe said, awkwardly. She wasn't sure what she should say, but, "I'm, uh…" She stepped closer behind him and lowered her voice, "I'm really sorry about what happened to Beca."

His head jerked to the side to look at her, but before he could say anything, Chloe's mom suddenly entered the vestibule.

"Hi," Claire smiled, widely. "You must be Jesse." She extended her hand out towards him, "I'm Claire. Chloe's mom."

Jesse returned a small smile and shook her hand, "Nice to meet you."

Chloe was glad Jesse was polite to her mother. She would have had to kick his ass if he would have acted otherwise.

"Okay, well, we're gonna go get started on our project now," Chloe said, pushing Jesse forward towards the basement door.

Claire scoffed, "You never let me talk to your friends," she whined.

"Dude, get off of me," Jesse said, shrugging Chloe's hands off of his shoulders.

Chloe instantly retracted them, "Sorry," she said. She had guided Jesse down the basement stairs, trying to escape her mother and had forgotten to remove her hands from him once they had made it to the bottom.

"Alright, you got me here," Jesse said. "Now tell me what you know about Beca."

Yikes. This was not going to be an easy conversation.

How was Chloe supposed to explain to Jesse that his "conspiracy" about Beca was not only true, but that Beca was in fact dead, turned into a ghost, and is in some kind of relationship with Chloe…

Okay… well maybe Chloe was just going to leave that last part out, but still! Either way, her explanation was not going to make a lot of sense.

Chloe cleared her throat, "You might want to sit down for this," she said, gesturing towards the stack of plastic tubs sitting against the opposite wall.

Jesse turned to look at the containers and then back at Chloe with a quirked brow, "Uh, okay." He walked over to the tubs and sat down, crossing his arms as he looked at Chloe with anticipation. "Alright," he said, "I'm all ears."

Chloe blew out some air, Just get it out quick. Like a bandaid.

Chloe started the story from the beginning, choosing her words carefully and making sure she wasn't as animated about it as she had been when she recounted the same tale to Aubrey and Stacie. Chloe didn't wasn't to say anything wrong, and the last thing she wanted to do was offend Jesse in anyway.

When Chloe finished, she stood there nervously and waited for Jesse's response. So far, he had proven to be an unpredictable guy, and Chloe would be lying if she said she wasn't a little frightened of his potential reaction.

A handful of silent minutes passed, but Chloe couldn't find the courage to be the first one to speak. She figured it was probably best to leave that up to him.

After sitting still and simply staring at Chloe with a blank expression, Jesse finally moved and slowly sat forward. He brought his hands up and sighed as he ran them over his face. When he brought them back down, Jesse was glaring up at Chloe and she was taken aback when she realized that his eyes were glossing.

Jesse quickly stood up and Chloe gulped, "I knew this would be a waste of my time," he said.

Chloe's brow curved and she opened her mouth to speak, but Jesse shook his head and made his way to the stairs.

"Jesse, wait!" Chloe cried, quickly following after him. "I'm telling you the truth!" She could see him shake his head again as he kept walking. "Jesse!"

"Stop following me!" Jesse snapped, spinning around to glare at Chloe, angrily. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing!" Chloe said. "Jesse, please listen to me. I'm telling you the truth." There was no change in his expression, but Chloe continued to plead with him. "Beca's here. She is. She's–"

"I'm right here."

Chloe reacted to the familiar voice and turned to find Beca standing timidly under the door frame of the other room.

"Beca?" Jesse quietly said, surprising Chloe, who turned back around to find him staring at Beca with wide eyes.

Beca was stunned too, "Y-You can see me?"

Jesse didn't answer. Instead, he gradually moved forward, taking cautious steps as he approached her. "Beca?" he asked, again, his flooded eyes on the brink of over flowing. "Is the really you?"

Beca stepped forward, too, stopping only when they were about a foot away from each other.

"Hi, Jesse."

Jesse did something then. Something Chloe had never seen him do before.

He cried.

Jesse pulled Beca in and held her for a while. It was almost as if he were afraid that if he let go, he would never see her again.

It was a touching moment, and as Chloe watched, she could feel tears of her own welling up at the brim of her eyes.

When they finally separated, tears were still falling from Jesse's eyes, but he was smiling, "I can't believe it's really you," he said. "And you've been right here, all this time." He shook his head, "I'm sorry I never came to see you."

Beca sniffed a small laugh, "Jess, you didn't even know I was here."

"I know, but–" Jesse shrugged, "I always had this feeling that you didn't really run away," he said. "I knew you wouldn't do something like that." Jesse looked down, "When you disappeared, I tried to tell people that something was wrong, but–" He shook his head, "No one believed me."

Beca's brow furrowed and she ran a hand up and down his arm, "I'm sorry," she said.

Jesse looked back up at her, "No, I'm sorry," he said, and smiled. "It's so good to see you again."

Beca smiled back, "It's good to see you too," she said. "I've missed you."

Chloe watched silently, amazed and overwhelmed with joy by the fact that Jesse was able to see Beca.

It was nice to see them reunited.

An hour and a half later and it was almost like no time had passed between Beca and Jesse. They were joking and laughing, and Chloe could tell that this was something that they both needed. It was healing.

The fun was unfortunately interrupted, however, by the sound of Jesse's phone ringing. He pulled the device out of his pocket and sighed when he read the name displayed on the screen.

"Sorry," he said, standing up from his seat on the plastic container. "It's my mom." Jesse walked over to the other side of the basement to answer the phone, so Chloe took the opportunity to sit down next to Beca.

They both watched Jesse take his phone call, silently, until Beca spoke up.

"Thank you," she said, placing a hand on Chloe's knee.

Chloe smiled, "You don't have to thank me."

"Yeah," Beca said. "Yeah I do."

Jesse returned shortly after with a disappointed expression written all over his face.

"What's wrong?" Beca asked.

"She wants me home," he said. "I've gotta go."

"Oh…"

Jesse smiled, softly, "I don't wanna leave yet."

"It's okay, dude," Beca said, stepping closer to him with a small smile. "Maybe you can stop by again?" They both looked to Chloe, and the redhead didn't hesitate to nod with a wide grin on her face.

Jesse could visit as many times as he wanted if it made Beca happy.

"Thanks, Chloe," Beca said.

Chloe nodded again, "Of course."

"Well, um," Jesse cleared his throat, "I should, uh, probably get going."

"Yeah," Beca said, gently.

"But, hey," Jesse said, looking at both Beca and Chloe, "if you guys need anything, you let me know."

This reminded Chloe, "Well, actually," she said, looking at Beca, "we were kind of hoping that," she began to fiddle nervously with her fingers, "maybe you had an idea about… where Beca's body is."

Jesse furrowed his brow and looked at Beca, "I'm sorry, Bec." His expression was one of pure sadness and he shook his head, "I have no idea where you could be."

"Well," Chloe said, still hoping from some kind of help, "do you know there her foster parents moved to?"

Jesse thought for a moment, but ultimately shook his head again, "No. I'm sorry."

His answer was deflating for all of them. Chloe had desperately hoped that Jesse would be able to help her investigation in some kind of way. But despite inviting the one person who was closest to Beca when she was alive, Chloe was still left right where she began.

Nowhere.

"Hey," Beca said quietly, "it's okay, Jesse."

Jesse shook his head, a little more aggressively this time, "No, it's not! I wanna help you!"

Chloe bit down on her bottom lip as his frustrated anger made itself known, but Beca didn't seem phased by it. Instead, she took a step forward and gently placed her hands on Jesse's shoulders.

"Dude," Beca said, "it's okay. It's not your fault."

Jesse had his head down and muttered a quiet, "What if it was?"

Beca furrowed her brow, "What?"

"I knew they weren't good parents," Jesse said, shaking his head. "They were always so mean to you and I…" His eyes squeezed shut, "I did nothing about it!"

"Jesse…" Beca said, pulling him forward and hugging him.

When they separated, Jesse wiped away tears with a sniffle.

"Look at you," Beca said, smiling. "You big sap."

Jesse sniffed a laugh, "Shut up," he said, playfully nudging her.

Beca took a step back, "Jesse, listen to me," she said. "There are so many things that I wish were different. I wish I could go back and change what happened to me." She shrugged, "But I can't change anything… I'm dead." Her words, though true, made both Jesse and Chloe cringe. "There's nothing we can do to change that," she continued. "It is what it is." Beca's voice became more firm as she finished, "And it's not anyone's fault except for the assholes who did this to me." She stared at him, "Okay?"

Jesse seemed to have been taken aback by her speech. Chloe knew she was.

After taking a moment to soak it in, Jesse finally got the message and nodded.

"Okay," he said. "You're right."

"I know I am," Beca said, smirking, earning grins from both Jesse and Chloe. "Alright," she said, hitting his shoulder. "I think you should get going before your mom blows up your phone with worried text messages." The two of them laughed, "Does she still do that?"

Jesse nodded, "Oh, yeah she does."

Beca shook her head, "I guess some things never change."

"You haven't," Jesse smiled.

Beca's eyes narrowed, "Sap."

Jesse rolled his eyes and chuckled, "Okay, I'm leaving now." He turned to head for the stairs and Beca called after him.

"You better come back to visit me soon!"

Jesse laughed, "I will. I promise!"

Chloe was smiling too and moved to walk behind Jesse. She stopped when Jesse suddenly paused on the steps.

"Actually, can I leave through the backyard?" Jesse asked. "I left my bike there since I thought we were going to break in."

Beca burst out in laughter, "You thought you were gonna do, what?"

"What?" Jesse asked, innocently. "I didn't know she lived here."

Beca just continued to laugh and face palmed herself as she shook her head.

Chloe was laughing too, "Yes, you can leave through the back," she said.

They changed direction and, instead, made their way to the basement cellar door. Chloe needed Jesse's help to unlock the latch, finding it difficult to move with the bit of rust that caked onto it in the last year.

When they finally got it open, Jesse stopped on the second step and turned to smile at Beca one more time.

"Bye, Beca," he said.

Beca waved at him, "See ya around, Jess."

With one final nod, Jesse continued his way up the short set of steps.

Chloe looked at Beca, "I'll be right back," she said, following behind Jesse.

The two of them walked in a comfortable silence as Jesse led them to a set of rose bushes where he had stashed his bike. He struggled to get it out and startled Chloe when he yelped unexpectedly.

"Ow!" Jesse cried, frantically waving his hand around before glaring at his thumb. "Fucker."

"You okay?" Chloe asked. "What happened?"

"I pricked my thumb," he said. Jesse sucked on his wound for a moment before returning his attention to his bicycle.

Chloe tried not to laugh, "Sorry."

Once Jesse finally succeeded in removing his bike, he and Chloe walked towards the front of the house until he stopped them just before they rounded the corner.

"Hey, um…" Jesse said, his eyes darting around before finally landing on Chloe's. "Thank you… f-for everything."

Chloe smiled. It was nice to hear that from him.

"You're welcome," she said.

"No, seriously," Jesse said, leaning on his bike. "I didn't know if I was ever going to see Beca again. You know, everyone thought she just ran away and left everything behind…" He paused, "Including me."

Chloe could tell it was a tough topic for him to talk about. She couldn't even imagine how hurt he must have felt when the world was telling him that his best friend left him behind without a single word.

No wonder he had turned into such an angry person.

"But thanks to you," Jesse continued, "I got to see her again." He shrugged, "Even if it's not exactly the same way I used to see her." He smiled, "So thank you for that. And… I'm sorry I was mean to you before."

Chloe chuckled, "It's okay," she said. "I understand."

Jesse nodded and swung his leg over his bike to mount it, but just as his foot came to rest on the pedal, it stopped and dropped back down onto the ground.

"Those are new," he said, analyzing the patch of purple lilies with a furrowed brow.

"Oh, the flowers?" Chloe asked, walking up to stand next to them. "Yeah, Aubrey told me that Beca's foster mom had planted them after she 'ran away'." Chloe used air quotes for that last part, knowing damn well that Beca hadn't run away at all.

"What?" Jesse said, "Are you serious?"

Chloe shrugged, "That's what Aubrey told me." Jesse still looked confused, "Why? What's wrong?"

"That just doesn't make sense," he said, shaking his head. "Beca's mom hated gardening." He looked at Chloe, "And if they murdered Beca, why would she plant flowers for her?"

Chloe's eyes suddenly went wide, "Oh my God."

Chloe couldn't handle being present for the excavation process of Beca's body. Instead, she spent the time locked in her room holding Beca's hand while the FBI and their forensic teams did their work.

It didn't happen over night, but after Chloe, Jesse, Stacie and Aubrey visited the local police station and put together a good enough argument to catch the attention of their detectives, Beca's case had been reopened and a proper investigation had begun.

Once Beca's body was found, an examination of her remains confirmed that her foster parents had indeed murdered her. The FBI eventually located the guilty party and discovered that they had fled to a different state. A warrant for their arrest was issued and once they were found, they were arrested on the spot.

When Beca's ex-foster parents were taken into custody, they accepted that they had been caught and didn't bother lying about what they did any longer. They were interrogated and confessed to their crimes, explaining, in detail, what had happened after Beca fell down the stairs.

Panic had immediately struck them when Beca didn't moved and a pool of blood had begun to collect under her head. Her foster mom instructed her husband to check for a pulse, and after hesitating for a moment, he did just that, and claimed that he couldn't find one.

The couple then spent hours on trying to figure out what to do with Beca, carelessly leaving her helpless body at the bottom of the steps the entire time.

After devising a plan, the monstrous duo waited until it was dark outside and worked together to dig up Beca's grave to put her in it.

Apparently, according to Beca's ex-foster father, his wife wanted to be sure that Beca was "really" dead and stabbed her through the heart with a kitchen knife before they finished burying her.

When they completed their horrid act, the couple went back to clean up the crime scene, began packing their things in preparation to flee the place.

Chloe had to admit it was nice watching the evening news and finding out that they were sentenced to life in prison.

Justice had finally been served.

It didn't happen over night, but it certainly felt like it had. Beca's case had been solved, her murders were in jail and all that was left was for her to finally move on.

Which was something Chloe was selfishly not looking forward to.

She and Beca had grown so close over the last couple of months, to the point where Chloe was finding it difficult to let her go.

Even though she knew it was the right thing to do.

When Beca's final day on Earth came, she made sure to let Chloe know as soon as possible.

It was a Saturday morning. Chloe would never forget it.

"Chloe?" Beca whispered, gradually waking the redhead up from her slumber. "Chloe."

Chloe opened her eyes and smiled when she was met with Beca's face.

"Hey," she said, stretching her neck and shoulders as she came through.

"Sleep okay?" Beca asked, a small curve of a smile apparent on her lips.

Chloe nodded, "Mhm." She noticed the strange way Beca was looking at her. She was smiling, but her brow was furrowed, like she was sad about something. "What's wrong, Beca?" Chloe asked. Beca looked down at the ground and Chloe immediately felt her stomach drop. "Beca…"

When Beca finally looked up at her, her dark blue eyes were glistening, "It's time for me to go."

Chloe sat up in her bed, "Oh…" She knew this day would come, but despite having an early warning, it was till just as hard to accept. "How long?" Chloe still didn't know much about the paranormal world and wasn't sure how Beca's crossing was supposed to go.

But the way Beca looked at her said it all, and Chloe didn't bother to hold back her tears.

"Now?" She asked, already knowing the answer. Beca slowly nodded. "No…" Chloe reached forward and held onto Beca, a part of her hoping that if she held her tight enough, then she wouldn't have to leave.

But Chloe knew that despite her best efforts, it ultimately wasn't going to work.

"I know this is selfish of me to say, but–" Chloe shook her head against Beca's neck, "I don't want to let you go." She separated them from their embrace but her hands still kept Beca close, "I love you."

A tear fell from Beca's eye and her brow furrowed as she smiled, "I love you too, Chloe."

Chloe could feel her chest rising and falling at a heightened pace as her eyes flicked down to Beca's lips, an overwhelming urge suddenly washing over her.

Without hesitation, Chloe slipped a hand around the back of Beca's neck and gently brought her forward. Their faces came closer and there was a surge of energy that jolted between them when their lips touched.

The sensation only urged them on.

Their lips crashed together in desperation and they grasp onto each other a little harder. This was something Chloe had been longing for for months, and if it was going to be the last moment she had with Beca, then Chloe wanted to make sure it was memorable.

Was it weird making out with a ghost? Probably. Could Chloe explain what it felt like? Never. But the way Beca's surprisingly soft lips moved against hers felt so good and so right, that Chloe couldn't have cared less.

The kiss wasn't long enough, but at least Chloe was able to do it before Beca left her forever.

Chloe brought Beca in for another hug, "I'm going to miss you so much," she said.

"I'm going to miss you, too."

Another tear fell from Chloe's eye as the weight against her gradually faded away. She knew Beca was gone, but she didn't want to open her eyes. So, instead, Chloe curled up into a ball on her bed and cried for the rest of the morning.

As the years passed, Chloe had never forgotten about Beca. Her memory held a very special place in Chloe's heart. It wasn't an easy experience to go through, but with the help of her new friends, Chloe was eventually able to move on.

Chloe and her choir friends remained a tight knit group of girls and were all miraculously accepted into Barden University. It was a dream come true, and together, they ruled the acapella world there as the Barden Bellas.

Well, that is, until Aubrey vomited at one of their competitions, which sent them straight to the bottom of the food chain.

It was Chloe's Junior year, and they were desperate to find new, talented girls that would be willing to join their group and help them get back on top.

The activities fair that Barden held every new school year was the perfect place to start. Chloe and Aubrey ran their own little sign up stand with high hopes, but after an hour had gone by with no luck, the girls began to grow weary.

Chloe made a horse like sound with her lips as she huffed a frustrated sigh.

"Aca-scuse me?" Aubrey said, lightly hitting Chloe with her clip board. "You're not allowed to start moping." She looked down at the blank sheet on her board and took a deep breath through her nose, "Not yet, anyway. I have confidence that we will find some new, super hot girls, that will want to join us. Okay?" Chloe just glared at her. "Take the dramatics down a notch."

Chloe chewed on the inside of her cheek, "Okay," she said. She hoped Aubrey was right. Maybe, by some miracle, they would find at least one girl who could fit the bill and help them get back to their glory days.

Chloe was scanning the large moving crowd around them in search of a miracle and gasped loudly when her eyes landed on just that.

"Oh my God…"

A few feet away from their stand was a small, brunette girl, wandering around aimlessly. Chloe could feel her chest tighten, her brow furrowing and her eyes blurring with approaching tears as she processed what, or rather, who she was looking at.

Chloe would recognize her anywhere.

"Beca…"

Aubrey had been occupied with her own search on the other side of the stand, but could hear Chloe speak next to her.

"What did you say?" She asked, turning to look at her stunned best friend. "Chloe? What's wrong?"

"Aubrey, look!" Chloe said, grabbing the blonde's arm and pointing in the direction of the brunette. "Tell me you see her."

And to Aubrey's surprise, "Holy shit," she did.

Chloe's mind started to race, "I have to talk to her." Without thinking, Chloe decided to trust her instincts and bolted towards the girl.

"Chloe, wait!"

Chloe could hear Aubrey calling for her, but she couldn't stop her feet from moving forward.

Chloe bumped into numerous students as she desperately moved through the crowd, growing more frantic the closer she got to her. When Chloe was a few inches away, she couldn't hold herself back any longer.

"Beca!" The brunette immediately turned and Chloe stopped dead in her tracks. She knew that face and she knew those eyes. Chloe didn't think she would ever see them again, but, "Oh my God, it is you!" Chloe lunged forward and pulled the girl in for a tight hug. "God, I've missed you so much."

"Uhh…" Chloe could hear the girl speaking next to her ear, "Okay." Her body was tense against Chloe, and Chloe could sense that something was wrong.

Chloe took a step back, "What's wrong, Beca?" She looked the girl over. She certainly looked like Beca. Well, aside from the change in wardrobe. This girl wasn't wearing a brown hoodie or black converse. No, that was different, and she was also sporting a few ear piercings that Chloe hadn't noticed before.

Chloe's brow furrowed. Maybe this wasn't Beca.

"Do I know you?" The girl asked, clearly confused as she stared at Chloe. "How do you know my name?"

Okay, so her name was the same.

What the hell was going on?

"Do you–" Chloe shook her head, "Do you not remember me?" Beca's eyes focused on her but she shook her head. "You're Beca Samuels…" She had to be. Chloe could never forget her, "Right?"

Beca shook her head again, "Mmh, nope," she said. "My name's Beca Mitchell."

"Oh…" Chloe said, saddening when her hopes came crashing down. She was so sure that this was her Beca. Everything about her physically was exactly the same. Even her voice was the same!

It was so strange.

But before Chloe could fall into complete depression, she looked back up at Beca and although the brunette still looked confused, a smile was curving at the corner of her lips.

"What?" Chloe asked, curious as to why this stranger was looking at her like that.

Beca shook her head, "I don't know," she said. "There's… something about you. Something… familiar."

"Really?" Chloe said, a small flame of hope reigniting inside of her.

Beca's eyes were still narrowed, but she was also still smiling and she slowly nodded, "Yeah," she said, and then she chuckled.

"What?" Chloe asked again, feeling the same spark in her heart that she felt all those years ago when she first saw Beca– well, her Beca– smile.

"I was just thinking that maybe…" Beca paused.

"Maybe, what?" Chloe asked.

Beca laughed again, this time it was accompanied by a shrug and a shake of her head, "Maybe we knew each other. You know, in another life, or something."

Chloe slowly grinned, "Yeah," she said. "Maybe we did."

The End

Author's 2nd Note: Was that an ending anyone was expecting? x)

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