I am Titanium [Pitch Perfect AU]

Back Pains and Diagnosis

This fanfiction is based off the movie 50/50 [starring our queen, Anna Kendrick]! If you ain't seen it, give it a watch - it's an awesome movie.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters or movies used. Pitch Perfect is property of those bastards at Universal Pictures, and 50/50 is property of Summit Entertainment.

Enjoy the first chapter of I am Titanium, you awesome nerds!

[if you spot the Doctor Who reference, you win my heart]

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It was a cold morning in the state of Georgia. The birds were twittering their happy melody, the breeze was light and the water in the canal was gentle. It was the perfect morning for a job, so that's what Beca decided to do. She was just thankful that there weren't many people around at this time of day. Beca wasn't what you would consider a 'people person'. Far from it, in fact. She would go to any lengths possible to interact with as few people as possible.

Jogging along the canal's edge, letting the wind brush through her chestnut hair, Beca skipped the current song on her iPod, a huge grin splitting her face as the opening to a certain jam played through her headphones. Turning up the volume full blast, she softly sang along.

You shout it out, but I can't hear a word you say.
I'm talking loud, not saying much.

Beca began to job faster to the beat, soon reaching the waking streets of her hometown, eventually coming to a stop at a pedestrian crossing; it changed to a red hand just as she reached it, much to Beca's dismay - why does this always happen to her? But she didn't let her foul mood deter her favourite song, though.

She jogged on the spot, patiently waiting for the green man to make his appearance. Looking around, she could see that there was no traffic passing her, the majority of people probably still in their homes, enjoying their breakfast. However, the good citizen that Beca claimed to be, she stayed put, not taking any chances.

She softly hummed along as the next song kicked in [another of her favourites, of course], just as a fellow morning jogger - or runner, in this case - pelted past her and across to the other side, his long legs taking him places [seriously, this guy could give Usain Bolt a run for his money]. Beca couldn't help but scoff to herself at how reckless he was, risking his life like that. But a quick look to the left, and to the right, she realised it didn't matter at all - there were still no vehicles. Not that Beca cared. She stayed jogging in place; she's no idiot.

As soon as the signal to go showed up, Beca continued her job. She suddenly got a sharp pain in the small of her back. It didn't stop her, however - she held at the spot and massaged it, hoping it would ease the ache. Beca didn't stop her jog until she reached her house.

Deciding that she was in desperate need of a shower, she stripped down and stepped over the edge of the bathtub, being careful not to slip. Letting the hot water cascade over her naked form, she breathed a content sigh, washing her body with honeysuckle and orange peel scented shower gel. Although, when it came time to wash her hair, she discovered that she had ran out of shampoo.

Squeezing and shaking the bottle as much as she could, she eventually gave up when not a single dollop landed in her palm.

"Son of a bitch," Beca uttered, sighing in exasperation as she gazed up at her boyfriend's share of shower products. Scrunching her mouth to the side, she picked up what she hoped was shampoo, flipped open the cap and brought it up to her nose. Yep, smelled like Jesse, alright. She bobbed her head to the side slightly and raised her eyebrows a fraction, as if to say 'I suppose this could work'. So, Beca wasted no time in splatting a generous amount of the shampoo into her hand and got to work.