Chapter One

Amy giggled as she and Rory ran down one of the corridors of the TARDIS. It had been a month since they'd gotten married and they were enjoying their life both as a married couple and as a pair of time travelers assisting one of the greatest time lords that ever lived. Amy was so glad that she managed to remember who the Doctor was, being a time traveler was the best thing that ever happened to her, well that and getting married to Rory Williams. In between going outside the TARDIS and exploring, the pair did some exploring of their own, walking down the corridors and seeing what was inside the rooms that weren't locked.

Amy giggled when Rory chased her, his fingers wiggling while he tried to tickle his wife. She sprinted halfway up the corridor then turned and waited for him to catch up. Her lips caught his in a passionate kiss and the two of them embraced each other while they snogged. While they kissed, Amy could hear rumbling above her which sounded suspiciously like deep laughter. The Doctor had told her once that his ship was alive and she wondered if the TARDIS was watching them in amusement. She pondered on that for a moment then decided she didn't care. She was too much in love with her husband to worry about voyeurs, whether they were man or machine. She was so glad that Rory had not only come back to her but had made the decision to wait for her while she was in the pandorica. Knowing that he had stood guard over her for two thousand years convinced her that she had made the right choice marrying him. Not every man would be willing to wait two eons for a woman.

They finished kissing and Amy took his hand. They walked towards the end of the corridor and saw a door on the right side.

"Come on, let's see if we can go in this one," Amy said to him.

"Amy, we better get back soon. The Doctor might need us," Rory said.

"Eh, if he wants us, he can come find us," Amy said. "He told us he wanted to relax today so I'm sure he's somewhere doing just that. Come on, one more and then we'll go have lunch, yeah?"

Rory smiled and nodded. Amy kissed his cheek. They walked up to the door and Amy tried it. She grinned when the door opened and she opened it wide. They peeked inside and their eyes bulged. Inside were shelves on every side and on those shelves were all kinds of Beatles memorabilia. They stepped inside and Rory closed the door.

"Blimey, look at this collection," Amy said, looking around.

The shelves held everything from Beatles plushies to toys to magazines and articles about the group and the Doctor even had first pressings of the record albums in mint condition. Both Amy and Rory walked up to the shelves and began gently picking up the items, looking at everything.

"This is why I love travelin' with him, Rory. I bet the man's met them."

"More than that, I bet they're his best mates," Rory said, examining a Sergeant Peppers record album.

"I wonder if he'll introduce us then," Amy said with glee.

A smile spread over Rory's face.

"Maybe if we ask nicely," he said with a wink.

Amy, excited at the possibility of meeting the Beatles, went back to examining the rest of the Doctor's collection. She had been a fan of the group since early childhood. Her parents had most of their albums and she remembered listening to them with Rory while they were growing up. She always wanted to meet them and now she realized she might get her chance to do just that. She walked over to a stack of magazines that were enclosed in plastic slipcovers. She gently picked them up and stared at the photos on the covers while she read what was on the front. She got about halfway down when one magazine caught her attention. She picked it up and held it while she stared at the cover.

"Rory…" she said, showing it to him.

Rory looked her way. The magazine had a huge photo of Paul on the right side with smaller photos of the other Beatles beside him. Above the Beatles it said, IS PAUL MCCARTNEY DEAD? Rory chuckled.

"Yeah, I've heard about that rumor. Supposedly he was killed in a car crash and got replaced by a double. Load of codswallop if you ask me," Rory said. "Paul's alive and well and singing songs."

"Maybe, maybe not," Amy teased. "After travelin' with the Doctor, I've learned that not everything is as it seems."

"Oh, come off it, Amy. There's no way they can replace Paul McCartney. The man is a legend. Besides how are they gonna train someone to walk and talk and sing and play bass like him. It's impossible."

"Well, you know, there is one man who can clear that up for us," Amy said.

Rory raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah? D'ya wanna make a bet before we go ask him?"

"Why not! Bet ya ten quid he says Paul's dead," Amy said.

"Okay, you're on. Ten quid."

They shook on it. Amy took the magazine with her and they left the room to go find the Doctor.

They found him in the console room working underneath his console. Amy and Rory climbed up to the console and walked over to him. He was lying down with his legs sticking out from underneath. Amy smiled and nudged his leg with her right foot.

"Do that again, Pond, and I tie you to the top of the ship and leave you there," they heard him say.

"What are you doing down there?" Rory asked.

The Doctor slid up.

"Well, I was working on giving the old girl a bit of a tune-up before you decided to come and bother me. Thought you two were off somewhere enjoying a bit of married bliss?"

"We were exploring some of the rooms," Rory said.

"Uh-huh and who gave you permission to do that?" the Doctor asked him as he got up.

Rory pointed at Amy.

"Who gave you permission to go in my rooms without permission?" the Doctor asked her.

"I gave myself permission. We weren't bothering anything," Amy said.

"Then how come I spy one of my Beatles magazines in your grimy little hands?" the Doctor said, pointing to it. "One of my definitions of bothering something is moving it from its proper place and you've seemed to done just that."

"We have a question," Amy said, handing the magazine to him. "Is that true? About Paul dying?"

"Yes," the Doctor said without preamble.

Amy and Rory stared at him in shock. The Doctor shrugged.

"Take a look at photos of Paul before and after 1967, you'll find that he looks markedly different when he gets to his Sergeant Pepper days," the Doctor said.

"Gee, I s'pose I owe ya ten quid now," Rory said to Amy.

Amy ignored him as she took the Doctor's arm.

"You're having us on," she said.

"No, I'm not. Sometimes urban legends and folklore turn out to be true," the Doctor said. "Paul McCartney died in late 1966 and was replaced by a double."

"Okay, why?" Amy said.

The Doctor shrugged.

"No idea," he said. "Now if you'll be so kind as to return this to its proper place I would be most grateful…"

"Wait!" Amy said, holding up her hand. "You're tellin' me that you knew Paul died and you weren't the least bit curious as to what happened?"

"Well…I was curious and I s'pose I did promise myself to go and see what happened but you know how it is, so many other things crop up and you get busy defending time and space and suddenly Paul McCartney's death gets put on the back burner."

"But…we can go now," Amy said. "We can go and find out what happened to him?"

The Doctor thought for a moment and shrugged.

"If that's what you want to do. I have nothing else planned at the moment," he said.

He moved towards the console when Amy grabbed his arm again.

"Yeah?" the Doctor said.

"When we were negotiating with the Silurians, you said that some events were fixed and some weren't, that our meeting with the Silurians was an opportunity to change history. Is Paul's death fixed or can we change it?" Amy asked.

The Doctor searched the time lines for a moment and a grin spread over his face.

"The events surrounding Paul McCartney's death are in flux," he said.

"So we can change things? We can save him," Rory said, coming up beside his wife.

"Yes. This is another opportunity to change history," the Doctor said. " The three of us can go back and meet them just before his death takes place…"

"And save him," Amy said.

The Doctor grinned and nodded.

"So…is that what you want to do then?" the Doctor said, slapping his hands together.

Amy and Rory shared a glance, both nodded.

"Fine. I'll set the coordinates and while I'm doing that, put that back where you found it!" the Doctor said, pointing to the magazine. "I take pride in my Beatles collection and I don't wanna find out that you've gotten your greasy fingertips all over my magazines because you decided you needed to have something to read while you ate your bacon butty. Now go!"

Amy nodded. She and Rory quickly hurried back to the memorabilia room while the Doctor darted around his console and set a course for 1966.