Title: Shoot Me Down

Description: Chloe has a nightmare and Beca is there to comfort her.

Pairings: Beca/Chloe, Mentioned Jesse/Beca. (Not sure if Jesse's a bit OOC?)

Rating: PG

Shoot Me Down

The air around seemed to get stuffier and stuffier as Chloe turned around frantically, her chest getting heavier and heavier as a layer of sweat began to form on her face. She swallowed, trying to get rid of the voices that ran through her head. 'Where's Beca, Chloe?' They taunted. Chloe shook her head, letting a whimper out. She was taken out of her trance by a shot, then a scream, and her head shot up, trying to find the direction it came from. Her eyes landed on the petite body of Beca, who crouched on the ground, clutching her stomach. Chloe watched in horror, suddenly feeling as if she couldn't move. A hooded figure stood above the girls, a small gun gripped in his hand. Chloe began to cry, wanting to shout out, but finding that her voice had stopped working. The figure lifted its head, his hood falling. Just as he took another shot at Beca, Chloe's blue eyes connected with Jesse's dark brown ones. She screamed.

Chloe felt herself being shaken awake, a pair of soft hands on her shoulders, gently releasing her from the nightmare. "Chloe!" She heard a familiar voice, and her eyes shot open, meeting the warm chocolate of Beca's. "Are you ok?" Beca breathed, cupping Chloe's face in her hands. Chloe took a sharp intake of breathe, trying to calm down her breathing. The nightmares had been coming for the past week. She'd never had such a vivid one before, though. "What happened?" Beca asked, worry dancing in her eyes. "Another nightmare?" She bit down on her bottom lip.

Chloe realized that there were wet tears staining her cheeks, and Beca's lap, which she had been sleeping on, was wet with tears. She wiped at her eyes and sniffled. "Y-you and Jesse…h-he…" She could barely finish the sentence. It made her sick to her stomach to even think about reliving the nightmare. It felt as if every time she closed her eyes, or even blinked, he'd be there, gun pointing at Beca, insanity in his eyes.

Beca hugged Chloe to her, petting her strawberry hair soothingly. "Shh…" She cooed, pulling the girl closer to her. For a moment both of them were silent, the only sound being Chloe's occasional sniffling. Beca kissed the top of her head, looking down at the girl with apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I wish I could help." She apologized, wiping away Chloe's tears with her nimble fingers. "If I could take back meeting Jesse; I would." She added. "What was it this time? A knife? An axe?" She asked, knowing Chloe would feel better about it after talking it through.

Chloe sighed, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "A gun."

Beca was quiet, playing with Chloe's hair for a moment. Jesse had been in jail for about three months now for attempted murder. Beca still had a scar on her ribcage from when he had stabbed her a few months back. "Shoot me down, but I won't fall…" She sang, giving Chloe a reassuring smile.

"You are titanium…" Chloe sang back, leaning up and kissing Beca sweetly.

"Don't worry; I won't let him touch me." Beca nodded, giggling.

"I know. I'll make sure of it." Chloe chuckled, nuzzling their noses together. The two laughed, giving each other a lingering kiss before pulling away for air.

"Is it wrong that this is strangely arousing?" They heard a voice. The two turned, surprised, to find Fat Amy standing in the doorway, a burrito in her hand.