A/N: I was listening to the song Rain and thought this would be a cute fluffy way to segue into the less-cheerful stuff coming up. Hope you like it~


PAUL'S POV

As the last chords of Norwegian Wood faded from the air, a familiar sound made itself known at the very edges of my hearing; the light pitter-patter of water drops hitting the roof of the studio.

"Y'hear that?" I said, putting down my bass and glancing at the others. "It's rainin'."

"Does tend to do that sometimes," John replied, not looking up from the strings of his guitar at which he was silently plucking.

"It's been a few weeks since we had a good rain," I went on, ignoring his disinterested tone.

"And?" George, too, seemed unaffected by my announcement.

Instead of answering verbally, I grabbed John's hand and dragged him outside. His cursing gave way to laughter as I yanked him into the rain and took his other hand, pulling him into a fast-paced waltz around the deserted street. The other two were quick to join us, Ringo towing George without much difficulty into the downpour. Richie wasn't much of a trained dancer, to say the least, but his fun was in his erratic, energetic movements that were unique to him. I grinned at the sight of lanky George trying to mimic Ringo's spontaneous motions as they careened to and fro.

John pulled me closer, slowing down our own dance and touching his forehead to mine.

"If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true, and help me understand?" he sang softly, a little smile gracing his lips.

"Cause I've been in love before, and I've found that love was more than just holding hands," I responded, squeezing his hand.

"If I give my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start that you, would love me more than her. If I trust in you, oh, please, don't run and hide. If I love you too, oh, please, don't hurt my pride like her, cause I couldn't stand the pain. And I would be sad if our new love, was in vain." We sang at equally low volumes, harmonizing perfectly as water cascaded down our faces from above.

We were thoroughly soaked by now, our hair slicked against our faces, but neither of us cared. I had eyes only for John, the rich color of his sopping wet mop-top, the soft curve of his long nose, the shy smile on his thin lips and in his chocolate eyes.

"So I hope you see that I, would love to love you, and that she will cry when she learns we are two; 'cause I couldn't stand the pain." I glanced over at the other two again, still singing with John. They had settled into a more regular rhythm, rocking side-to-side and gently holding one another. They appeared to be speaking, but judging by the inaudible nature of their voices, I ascertained that their words were intended only for each other, and made no effort to hear what they were saying.

I spotted something out of the corner of my eye; the shape of something looming in the distance. Around the gray mist created by the rain, however, I couldn't tell quite what it was. George noticed it at about the same time I did and pointed it out to Rings, cutting short their murmured conversation. The pair of them made their way back to the sidewalk just outside the doors of the studio and stood there, peering at the object with interlocked fingers and slightly concerned expressions.

I shifted my gaze back to John, who had his eyes closed and was crooning the final few lyrics of If I Fell.

"John," I said quietly, nudging his foot with mine.

"Hmm?" He didn't open his eyes.

"I think there's somethin' in the road, Johnny."

"What is it?"

"Dunno, can't tell."

"Well, then, it can't be important, can it?" He smiled and lightly kissed me, then went back to singing; this time it was a far earlier song, one George had sung on the album recording; Do You Want to Know a Secret.

Hesitant, I rested my chin on his shoulder and kept my eyes open. Over the sound of the falling rain and John's sweet voice, a different, less melodious noise grated on my ears. It was the harsh roar of the engine of a large truck – the semis they use for transporting copious quantities of a product. Understanding dawned on me.

"John, I think we'd better get out of the road." He ignored my words, continuing to serenade me. Only when my voice grew frantic did he cut off his singing and open his eyes. "John, I'm serious!"

"What is it, Macca?"

The truck was almost upon us, but, as I realized with a sick feeling in my stomach, John wasn't wearing his glasses and could hardly see anything. I had two options, one of which was to run and try to drag John with me, most likely having to deal with resistance on his part, which could lead to him being hurt or even killed. The other was to prioritize his safety and hope that I turned out alright, too.

I took a deep breath and gave John a shaky smile and a fierce, impassioned kiss. He barely had time to respond, his lips parting in surprise as I fairly attacked them.

"Love yeh, Johhny." I grabbed him by the shoulders and shoved him towards the sidewalk with as much force as I could muster, sending him just out of harm's way. George and Ringo's frantic yells filled my ears. I turned my head and shouted, beginning to run, but at that point I was too slow. A crushing weight slammed into my side, sending me flying to the side in a crumpled heap. Pain exploded into my body, overwhelming my senses.

I was vaguely aware of a pair of strong arms wrapping around me, the sound of sobbing – mine or someone else's, I couldn't tell - deafening me in my fragile mental state. I heard John hysterically wailing my name. My only thought was that he was safe, oh, thank God, my Johnny was safe. I tried to reach for him, but my arm wouldn't follow my instructions, and the fresh wave of pain that invaded my body sent me spiraling into blackness. John's cries were the last thing I heard as all else disappeared.