STRANDED

By Xara (reallyverybored)

please note that all I want is reviews: lots and lots of reviews lol. I also want you to enjoy this and if you don't please tell me how I could make it better for the sequel (yes! there's going to be one... hopefully)

Paul sighed and rolled over, they all had to get up early to go to that stupid photo shoot! He wished he could have just 10 more minutes of peaceful bliss...

'Paul, John, George...Ringo!' Their manager shouted.

The other three Beatles turned to look at Ringo, he was curled up in his bed, which wasn't unusual. What was unusual however, was the fact that he was the right way up in his bed.

'Yeah- what is it?' He asked, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

'You have to get up! The photo shoot is in an hour!'

All 4 of the Beatles grumbled as the rolled, climbed, fell or got out of bed (hehe, Paul rolled, John climbed, Ringo fell and George got)and started to get ready. Ten minutes later they were all ready to go.

'Ringo! Stop messing with your shirt and tie!- there's nothing wrong with it!'

' It's too hot...' he complained as he climbed into the car waiting to take the Beatles and manager to the photo shoot.

'Ringo' George sighed, 'it's minus 2 outside...and you say you're too hot!'

Whilst Paul, John and George laughed, Ringo growled menacingly.

'Now, now boys, don't bicker- we're here' They went to get out of the car but their manager held them back ' I want you all to be on your best behaviour.'

About half an hour into the photo shoot the Beatles were given a break and Paul, George and John had become increasingly worried about Ringo.

'He can't concentrate on anything' whispered Paul

' I know, and he keeps slurring his words'

'and stumbling all over the place' John chipped in, looking worriedly at Ringo as he stumbled over.

'Hey g-guys, ummm' Ringo began, looking around sheepishly ' I- I don't feel t-too good' he said, before his legs buckled. John and Paul caught him and they each wrapped an arm around Ringo so he couldn't fall over again, whilst George put a hand to his forehead.

'Jesus Christ!' George cried, pulling his hand away from Ringo as if he'd just been burnt.

'T-told you i-it was t-too h-hot' Ringo gasped, but smirking.

Ignoring Ringo, George tried to get someone's attention, but they seemed too busy perfecting their make-up. ' Ummmmmm- hello? we need some help over here!' After raising his voice, George got the attention he needed for Ringo. 'There's something wrong with Ringo- we need an ambulance'

It was as if someone had just pressed fast forward, everyone (except the Beatles) were rushing around, and before they knew it, Ringo was on the floor with them crowding round him.

Ringo, who was holding onto Paul's hand, now held it in a vice-like grip and cried out in pain. Paul, aware of the sudden pressure on his hand, looked down and when he saw Ringo grimancing immediately started to ask questions.

'Ringo- it hurts doesn't it?- where does it hurt?'

'S- stomach' Ringo managed to gasp before arching his back when a fresh wave of pain hit him.

When the Warehouse lights suddenly went out, everyone started to panic, except the 4 Beatles.

'It seems there is more to this than meets the eye' John whispered

Sorry it was only a one shot, but there WILL be a sequel- I'm just not sure when )and, of course it depends on how many reviews I get)