Author's Note: Hello! Welcome to my original fanfic called 'Something'. I've taken the time to go through and edit the original version one chapter at a time, so that the story is the best that it can be for any new readers. I just have had so many new ideas for this storyline pop into my head since I lived in England last year and traveled to Liverpool. I had to rewrite this story with my ideas in because I love the ideas, I've grown as a writer, and I love this storyline already, so why not make it better? The original story will stay up for now, but I might take it down soon. Thank you for all of your support! I hope you guys like it! Below is the full summary:

In 1957, after her parents' divorce, Sasha McCartney, a teenage girl with a dream to become a famous musician, moves to her half-brother Paul's hometown of Liverpool, England. There she meets a rebellious teenage John Lennon, but things get complicated when the band decides to go to Hamburg to pursue their music. A few years later, she finds love in an old friend, and John's jealously forces them all into a full-fledged love triangle…

Something

Chapter 1: Prologue

Sasha's POV

December 8, 1980, 11:45 p.m., New York City, New York

It's been thirty minutes and twenty seven seconds since they pronounced him…dead. Even though I've been here in the darkness of New York's West 72nd street for that long, I still feel numb, unable to move.

I was sitting with my legs under me on the pavement that was damp from a rain shower that happened earlier. I stared ahead at the building. Police tape was blocking the entrance, but inside I could see his blood staining the floor. I could see his round glasses, also covered in blood, laying on the second step, and I wanted so much to go up and touch them, but I still couldn't move. A memory of him smiling at me, his hazel eyes shining through the round frames that he once swore he would never wear, flashed in my mind surrounded by the dozen others that were repeating themselves over and over. When someone this close to you disappears, unable to return, moments with them flood your mind, but not the good ones, the bad ones. Regret is all I feel when these complicated memories push themselves to the front of my mind. What would have happened? Where would I be right now if I had done things differently with him? Would he still be alive?

The blue lights from the police cars lit up the night. I looked down to the pavement and touched it softly. He had walked here before…

"Ma'am. You should go home now," I heard someone say softly above me.

I looked up through teary eyes at the police officer with his hand outstretched. I grabbed his warm hand with my cold one and stood up.

"Thanks," I say, walking closer to the building.

"No problem," he says before walking to his police cruiser and getting in.

He stays there, probably waiting for me to leave.

I looked at his blood inside the building, wishing I could get a hold of the man that did this to him. The police had already taken that man to the prison, but I found myself wishing that he would come back and shoot me four times in the back like he did to… I didn't want to think about it. All that consumed me were all the times that I regretted with him. The times I did not speak up, and the times that I should have told him how sorry I was that things turned out the way they did between us. I knew he loved me. I've known for a while.

John was in love with me until the moment he died. I believe it, even though sometimes John Lennon was too stubborn to admit it.

Was I in love with him all those years? Most of the time I was, but there are some points in the last twenty three years that I wasn't in love with him. In fact, there were some points where I hated him. I regret those times. He was lost, and I ran. I left him like everyone else had done.

I felt more tears run down my cheek as I was frozen in this spot. I missed him. I missed him so much. It wasn't fair. Someone like him didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to be taken away so quickly, so painfully.

I just wanted to go see him one last time.

The pain of his death overcame me like a flood. I began shaking with sobs, and an indescribable amount of heat started to consume my body. My eyes began to roll back, and before I hit the pavement, I heard the police officers' footsteps running toward me.

I awoke in the hospital a few hours later, right where I wanted to be. The sun wasn't up yet, this was the perfect chance.

I turned my head toward the door to find a familiar face.

I exhaled, "Paul."

"What do you think you're doing?" His Scouse accent hung on his words heavily.

"What?"

"Fainting by his apartment, just so you could end up here. I know what you're thinking, and I would like to take you," he said coming closer, "I loved him too, you know."

Paul was my half-brother, but our experiences had made us as close as if we had grown together since early childhood. Most of the time we knew exactly what the other was thinking, and this was a prime example.

He grabbed my arm to help me out of the hospital bed and led me to the door. Before leaving the room, he looked both ways as if crossing a street. We walked down the bright hallways of the hospital and took the elevator to one of the bottom floors. We walked up to a big grey door, this was it.

The morgue.

Paul opened the door for me and stayed in the hallway.

"You're not coming with me?" I asked him quietly.

He sighed, "Sasha, you know me. I can't be around those bodies, especially his."

I shrugged and walked in the room that was slightly colder than the hallway. Steel cubbyholes lined the walls, but there were a few gurneys in the middle of the room. I walked past each of them until I found the one that had a tag that read, "December 8."

He was covered up with a white sheet, but I could still see the outline of his body. I hesitated before pulling the sheet down. There he was, his eyes closed, blood and scratches staining his face. I had pulled the sheet down to his stomach, his bare skin was freezing and white as snow. There were two holes in his left shoulder and two on the left side of his chest. They were covered with flesh colored bandages, but I knew the holes were there.

Some of his light auburn hair had fallen in his face, I brushed it away. I found his stiff hand and held it in mine. After all these years, I knew had a memorized his face, his body, his features, and the way his soft hands would caress me, but I held his hand so tightly and I stared at his all too familiar face. I was afraid. I was afraid that I would forget all of those things with time.

"John," I whispered.

"I love you," I said a bit louder, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

The pain was too much now. I broke down in tears, lying my head down on his cold, hard chest. How I wish it move up and down with the steady rhythm of his breathing. This thought reminded me of the way we would sleep together, my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat as he held me so close to him.

"John, do you remember when I first met you?"

"Do remember downstairs in Paul's house? You asked me if I liked Buddy Holly," I let a laugh escape through my trembling lips.

"Remember our first date? Do you remember, John?!"

I let my sobs consume me, "I'm sorry for everything I ever did to you. I'm just sorry. You hurt me back then. I didn't want you back because I was afraid you'd hurt me again. But I don't care about that anymore. That was so long ago. I just… I want you back right now! I don't want you to be gone. Please come back. Please."

"John," I said, "Remember? Do you remember our first kiss? I do."

"Please come back. Please. I need you. Do you remember all those times? John! Please answer me! Do you remember?"

I felt Paul grab me and take me away from him. This would be the last time I saw him.

I yelled before Paul took me out of the room, "John! No!"

Paul shut the door behind us and grabbed me by my shoulders to face him, "Sasha. Calm down. He's gone. He's not coming back."

Paul held me in his arms, and just for a second, I let myself believe that it was John.

Author's Note: If you're new, then thank you for starting this story. If you're an old reader starting from the beginning again, then you get an extra special thank you for being so loyal. I hope you liked the addition of detail and the changes I made.

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