A/N: ELLO, LOVELIES! So I said that I would give you guys a little extra for not updating on time last week, and here I am. Giving you something extra. :D I had this crazy Spanish project this week, and I would've updated earlier, but I couldn't..Soooo.. Drumroll... I have TWO extra chapters for you today! Yay! And I'll still be updating again tomorrow. :) Thank you for the reviews everyone!

Rating: T for swearing, possible...implied intercourse in the future... Yep.

DISCLAIMER: I (sadly) do not own the Beatles.

Pirate's Booty

Saint Patrick's Day, 2012

Holly was sleeping in bed when she heard some music playing. A fiddle. She shot up from bed, and looked around. She slumped at the disappointment of finding herself in her room of the 21st century timeline.

"It was just a dream," She mumbled. She got out of bed and put her slippers on. She went down stairs to find her mom, dad, and Sabrina, sitting at the table with coffee.

"Hey," She said quietly to them as she went directly to the fridge.

"Hey, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Her mom asked.

"Not in a good mood," She grumbled, pulling milk from the fridge. She got herself a bowl and some Cocoa Crispies. She poured herself a bowl of cereal.

"Holly, it's St. Patrick's day," Her sister said. "Your favorite holiday."

"Have you ever had a great dream that you never wanted to wake up from?" She asked her family.

Her father looked at her. "Of course. It happens all the time. No need for you to be grumpy about it though."

Holly was too tired to fight back at him, so she shook it off. "I'm talking an amazing dream."

"Like what?" Her mother asked.

"Like being in Ireland on St. Patrick's day, which is your birthday in the dream, and it's 1955. And then getting to stay out late at some awesome St. Patrick's day party." She said.

Sabrina nodded. "Cool dream."

"It was so realistic," Holly said, exasperated.

Her mom shrugged. "Sorry you had to wake up sweetie." She took the dirty dishes from the table and brought them to wash in the sink in the kitchen.

Holly shrugged. "It's fine, I guess. I just have to adjust from the 50s to 2012." She said. "Which is something I don't want to do..."

"Now, Holly, your dream couldn't have been that realistic. Stop over-exaggerating." said the man of the house.

"Dad, I'm being serious!" Holly's temper began to rise. "It was that realistic! And it was that long!"

"Oh really? Explain to me what was so realistic about it?" His stare turned into a disgusted glare. He was sick of Holly's daydreaming and fantasies. At times, Holly would be so caught up in a dream, that she would react to him as if he were an unfamiliar being that was harassing her. Holly's father's goal was to bring Holly to reality, and nothing could change that.

"When I ate, actual hunger was fed. I heard noises and music and actual voices." Holly fought back with a stinging tone in her voice. "Most importantly, when I touched things, I could actually feel it in my fingers!" She hissed.

"When will you grow up and actually realize that you're not part of some fantasy?" Her father snapped at her, standing up. The color of his grey eyes was mixing with the pure hatred he was expressing through his words and body language.

Holly showed no expression. No fear, no anger, no hatred. Her face resembled the look of a dull, tired, empty girl who had nothing else to fight for except for her own existence. She stood up, looking at her father, and walked off to her room, leaving half of a bowl of Cocoa Crispies.

Her father shook his head with a sigh. "I'm really getting tired of-" He began to say, but stopped when he noticed that his wife and other daughter had slipped out of the kitchen as well. He rested his head in his hand and became silent.

Meanwhile, Sarah had been sitting outside in the rare sunlight, bathing in its heat. She had been thinking all morning about Ireland, Maria, the 1950s, and St. Patrick's day parties. She thought about the fashion that was presented to her in that "timeline". Although she didn't want to be, Sarah was convinced that everything that happened was a dream.

Until she could take it no longer.

She checked her phone a bunch of time for text messages from any of the 8 girls who had appeared in her dream.

Finally, she picked up her phone, and called up Juliet.

"Hello?" A voice answered.

"Jules?" Sarah bit her lip. What if Juliet didn't have that dream? What would Juliet think of her? Would Juliet start to think that she's crazy? What if she was crazy? Sarah picked at her nails nervously.

"Hey, Sarah!" Juliet spoke quickly, and silently slapped her forehead when she realized that her eagerness to speak to her was showing.

"Hey.." She said. She paused for a moment, but managed to finally force it out. "Hey, did you have a strange dream last night?"

Juliet's eyes widened with excitement, but her voice remained calm. "Yeah, I was in the 50s," She said quietly, "With you and a few others..in Ireland."

Sarah shreiked, and the two began talking about the dream.

Holly's POV

I sat on the couch, eating popcorn and watching Doctor Who. It had been probably the worst St. Patrick's day ever...well, then again, it was only 1 in the afternoon.

My father had gone away from the house to go to some "meeting", which I didn't really care about. My mother was outside, raking the leaves, and she'd be there for a while, due to our large backyard. My sister went out, well, because she had a social life.

And here I was. I was sitting on the couch, watching some geeky sci-fi show all alone, as I ate popcorn, even though I had braces.

Why was St. Patrick's day my favorite holiday again? ...I don't really know.

I sat there, getting distracted from the TV by my thoughts. Usually I wouldn't get distracted from Doctor Who, but it was Matt Smith. I could've cared less.

My eyes were drawn to the light reflecting off the street from the sun. It made me think about the feeling of the Irish air. It made me think about my accent. It was a strange accent, but I seemed used to it. I also seemed used to just about everything else in it as well.

Then the phone rang. I reached over to the side table by the couch and picked up the cordless phone. "Hello?" I said, munching on more popcorn.

"Holly?" Spoke a familiar voice. It was Juliet. "Get over to my house...now."

I widened my eyes. "Um, yeah, be right there! See ya!" I hung up the phone, and sprung to my feet. I turned off the TV, grabbed my sweatshirt and phone. I quickly slipped on my converses, and ran outside without tying them.

"Mom, I'm going to Juliet's!" I called to her. She gave me a weird look, but I shrugged it off, and ran to Juliet's.

All eight of us were there. All eight of us had the dream. Today was about giggling and telling stories. And for all of us, it was just a dream.

Until we had another one that night. We didn't have the flashback-y part at the beginning, but we had the dream. It was the day after.

And so it came clear to us that they weren't dreams. Because we talked about it in the other timeline. And the original one. They were deep conversations that made sense, the kind you wouldn't have in a dream. The kind you wouldn't remember every detail of in the morning. And when we saw that we did, we realized they were real. But how?

Sunday, March 18th, 2012. We spent all hours, talking about possibilities. We researched. We looked up our names in records online, but had no luck. We found the orphanage, but our names weren't in there. Maria was, though. And so were some of the kids that were in the timeline.

"It must be two completely different timelines," Abbey suggested.

I shrugged at her. "I guess... But how? How the hell did this all happen?"

"Hey, what did Ms. Crowely give us these bracelets for?" Hannah spoke up randomly. She had been quiet.

"She gave them to us so we could do good on MCAS," I told her.

"Yeah," Zoey said, "They're wish bracelets."

I widened my eyes, only to see that everyone was mimicking. "Is it really possible?" Nikki asked.

And so we searched that as well. Information came up about many different things, but we found an article on our specific bracelets. The information we got told us that if made our wishes within the first 70 minutes of putting on the bracelets, they would come true in some twisted up way.

We wished to meet the Beatles. Oh my dear Lennon, I thought. I said goodnight quickly to everyone else and made my way home, where I went to bed right away.

The very next day, 1955

It was my first day going to school in the new timeline. It was strange. It wasn't American. Yet it seemed all normal to me, it was completely strange at the same time.

It was a long day. I had a fair amount of friends, but I was the orphan, so right there I was lower than most. It sickened me though, how poorly they thought of us. We were treated like abandoned dogs. I guess that's what they thought of orphans to be like. Since our parents abandoned us. Despite all of that, though, I still had quite a few friends.

Evelyn and I walked home together from school that day to find police and fireman surrounding the orphanage. Everyone, including Maria, was outside.

Maria ran to me immediately and hugged me. "I couldn't grab your step shoes. I'm so sorry!" She tightened her squeeze.

I looked past her shoulder to see flames and smoke filling the orphanage...my home.

Evelyn and I were silent. We stood with our mouths hanging open in disbelief. A policeman approached us, and told Maria something that I didn't catch.

"Can you keep them all together?" She asked with hope in her eyes.

"No, ma'am. I'm sorry. No orphanage can take 20 in." He said. "Any place you had in mind?"

"London!" She said quickly.

The officer chuckled, but it lacked humor. "I don't even think they can take in 5."

She frowned and then looked at Evelyn and I. She came behind us and put her hands on our outer shoulders. "Whatever you choose to do, make sure these two stay together."

I groaned inside my head. Were we really that close over in this timeline, too? I'm given the chance to live another life, and live double the time, and I have to spend every living second with Evelyn? I got this sick, hateful feeling in my stomach.

The officer glanced at me, and nodded hesitantly. "Where to for these two?"

Maria came in front of us and looked at me with a smile. "London. Just these two. They can at least take two." She said firmly but with the warmest of smiles. "You'll love it, Lily." She whispered to me.

And so we were sent off. Evelyn and I took a new journey, away from the other six, to London.

A/N: Oh my, here they go, off to London, England...closer to Liverpool. :D Please review and tell me what you thought of it! :)