Disclaimer: I do not own Across The Universe, nor do I own any of the Beatles' songs. I also do not own anyone's ass except my own. I do not know if any of this is correct for the time period, because, though I may live in Montreal, I have no idea what streets were around way back when.

A young brunette in her early 20s sat on the side of St. Jean's Boulevard and sighed. She had just gotten into a fight with her boyfriend that resulted in her getting a black eye. She had left the house in a hurry, wearing only a sweater, a pink scarf and her jeans, not caring that it was normal Montreal weather in the winter (-20 degrees Celsius). Now, she regretted leaving without her winter coat, but even though she was only 5 minutes away from her house, she couldn't go back. That place was no longer her home. Her parents had warned her to leave before anything bad had happened, but she just couldn't.

FLASHBACK

A lady with blonde hair and icy blue eyes looked at her daughter, an exact replica, minus the hair, with sorrow.

"Michelle, ma belle. Je ne pense pas que cette homme…"

"Il s'appelle GUILLAUME!" The girl said angrily.

"Guillaume est un bon choix pour toi." The mother said cautiously.

"Maman, je te jure qu'il est un bon gars. Vous ne lui connais pas. Il m'aime, maman." The girl said with tears in her eyes.

"Mais, il resemble comme il est tellement dangereux."

"Il n'est pas, je te le jure."

END FLASHBACK

She heard a horn honk and she looked up to see a guy in a truck looking at her solemnly.

"Hey there. Are you okay?" The guy asked. The girl sighed.

"Not really. I just want to get out of here." She said with a bit of an accent. The guy leaned over and opened the door.

"Hop in sweetie. You look like death almost caught up with you." The guy said. She smiled and hopped in.

"Where are you off to?" She asked. He smiled.

"New York City, Center of the Universe."

.o.O.o.

Max glared and took another drag from his cigarette. Lucy and Jude were sitting right in front of him, making out, and completely ignoring him. He had had enough of them doing that. Getting lost in each other's eyes, making out on every surface of their 'whatever room', amongst other stuff. It sickened him that he might be sitting directly on top of one of their hasty cleaning jobs that wasn't cleaned as well as it should have been.

"Don't you guy's have a room?" He asked angrily. Jude and Lucy separated just long enough for them to get to the door of their room and then quickly resumed their attempts to eat each other's faces. Max groaned and sunk into the new beanbag chair that they had all chipped in to buy. Suddenly, Sadie walked in with tears running down her cheeks.

"Hey Sadie… what's wrong?" Max asked, straightening up. Sadie wiped her eyes and sat down on Max's lap.

"Jojo left." Sadie managed to choke out. Max almost dropped his cigarette.

"Are you sure he left? I mean, he did break his g-string while fingering a minor…" Max said, trying to lighten the mood. Sadie glared and reached down into her shirt and pulled out a piece of paper that had been stained in tears.

"He said that he couldn't handle this anymore and that he needs some time to re-evaluate his situation. Re-evaluate my ass. He's probably off screwing some blonde bimbo." Sadie spat out angrily. Max's eyes quickly scanned the paper and he pulled Sadie into a hug and started rubbing her back.

"Sadie… you don't need him. No man is worth your tears, and the only one that is will never make you cry." Sadie pulled away from the hug and smiled.

"I guess that Jude's the guy for me." She choked out with a smile. Max put his hand on his heart and leaned back.

"My heart! 'Tis shattered by thy cruel words, fair maiden!" He cried out, making Sadie laugh.

"You always know how to make me smile, Maxie." Sadie said. Max grinned.

"That's what family's for." Max said, putting his hands around Sadie's waist.

.o.O.o.

I know that that was short, but you'll have to deal with that for now. If you have any ideas, please go on and suggest.

Translations:

"Michelle, ma belle. Je ne pense pas que cette homme…" Michelle, my love, I don't think that that man

"Il s'appelle GUILLAUME!" His name is Guillaume (Typical French name)

"Guillaume est un bon choix pour toi." Guillaume is a good choice for you

"Maman, je te jure qu'il est un bon gars. Vous ne lui connais pas. Il m'aime, maman." Mom, I'm telling you that he's a great guy. You don't know him. He loves me, mama.

"Mais, il resemble comme il est tellement dangereux." But, he seems like he's dangerous.

"Il n'est pas, je te le jure." He's not, I promise you.