Number nine, Number nine, Number nine. :) Sorry for not posting yesterday, life has a way of creeping up on ya, doesn't it?:) Oh well, here is Chapter nine! Enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own anything! So don't worry. :)


Dani's POV

After our little incident at the theater, we drove around the humble town, the boys pointing out landmarks.

"That's where we got drunk for the first time! Remember that Pauly?" John elbowed his companion.

"Yeah ya tossed up ya din on me!" he shouted back.

Laughing, the five of us pulled over and stop at a small shopping area

"Let's grab some food, I'm starvin!" George dragged us to a café, licking his lips.

"But, Geo you're always hungry! You're a facking cow!" Ringo pushed him slightly.

"Oh, leave 'em alone, 'es malnourished, poor baby." John poked George's skinny torso.

"Ah, toss off, the lot of ya! Well, 'cept you Dan." he winked at me as we entered the restaurant.

How cute.

The three sighed and shook their heads. Paul and Ringo gave their orders while George and I spoke to each other.

"Dani, ya know, ya can stay with me if ya like. I 'ave a spare room, Paul was just snoozin' in it last night." he sweetly said, looking around. I could tell he was slightly nervous.

"I really appreciate it, but I don't want to be rude!" I found his gaze and gripped his hands.

"OY! LOVEBIRDS! ORDER YOUR FACKING GRUB!" The impatient voice of Ringo Starr sounded from behind George.

"SHUT UP RINGO!" I stuck my tongue out at the drummer.

"NO ONE LIKES YOU!" George shouted back, me responding with an "I like you Ringo!"

Walking up to the counter, I asked George what was absolutely amazing, to which John said, "Your breasts." Paul slapped him lightly, invoking Ringo to giggle. The gentleman that he was, George ordered our food and brought it to the table.

"George, I can bring the food, ya know." I sarcastically complained.

"Nah, yur a lady, unlike those blokes in America, we treat our birds with respect." Paul chopped down on a strange looking sandwich.

"By calling them birds?" I questioned.

John smirked while chewing, and let out a muffled yep.

Ah, 60s sexism. How wonderful.

"Besides," Ringo added, "I thought birds… girls liked being pampered all the time."

"Some girls do, but my Aunt Lizzy always said a woman who works is more powerful than a man." I stated, biting down on my food.

Holy Fucking Jesus this is delicious.

The four looked at me and laughed at my 'foodgasm'.

"See Ringo, that's the sound ya want ya bird to make." John pointed out, trying to speak in a proper English accent.

"Ohh! It makes sense now!" Ringo joked.

"Yeah did ya 'ear that Geo?" Paul wagged his eyebrows at me

"Y'all are such perverts!" I burst out laughing.

Finishing our food, we headed back to George's place, where Brian was there waiting.

"Ah, there you are!" the little man clapped his hands together.

"Yes, here we are. What's this about Eppy?" Paul asked, sitting down on the sofa.

"I need to have a word with John." His tone turned serious.

John stood, slightly frightened but still grinning, and turned outside with Brian.

"Is everything okay?" I asked George.

"Dunno. 'Ow 'as Cyn been?" he turned to Ringo.

Shrugging, he leaned back against the wall, letting out a sigh.

Is this where he finds out she's pregnant? Isn't Julian born in April? Wait, what day is it?

"What is today?" I asked, staring off in the distance.

"A Thursday, luv. You okay?" George turned my face towards his.

"No, I mean the date." I pulled a weak smile.

Paul said from the kitchen, "30th of August, luv. Do you need water?"

"No," I sternly stated, "I'm. Fine."

Glancing over at the clock, I noticed it was late.

"Alright, we'll be going now, cheers!" Ringo looked afraid, probably of the happenings outside.

All of the sudden, the door slammed open, an angry, astonished John Lennon reentered, Brian trying to console him.

"Everything alright, John?" I asked, trying to sound sweet.

"Need to go. Bye" He said, rushing out the door with Brian.

"It was lovely seeing you, Dani! We'll come back in a couple of hours!" Brian called back.

Waving, Paul shut the door, falling back the wall. Ringo seemed a little tense as he drummed his lap.

"I'm sure everything will be okay, Rings." He smiled at my comfort.

Two Hours Later

Our world had seemed to slow down; hours lasted for what appeared to be days. Paul and Ringo remained at the residence, George offering to grab their instruments and practice while we waited for Brian and John's return.

"That's it, we're going." Paul stood and swung open the door.

"But they said they'd be back!" Ringo protested.

"Yeah well, the only time I've seen John look like that was when Julia died. Something happened. E's our best mate; we got ta make sure e's not in any trouble." Paul's face read as stressed and worried. It was actually very cute, his concern for his friend.

"Fine, but where do we go?" Ringo rolled his eyes and stood behind him. Stopping in his tracks, Paul realized the flaw in his plan.

"Where do ya think? Where does Lennon usually go when e's in a bad mood?" George suggested.

The two snapped their figures and let out a sigh.

"What would we do without ya, Georgie?" Ringo said, brushing his hair back.

"Why don't you pair stay 'ere in case Brian comes back?" Paul suggested.

"Sounds splendid!" George called.

With that, the other Beatles were gone, off to search for the long-lost Lennon, leaving me and George behind.

This should be interesting.

Paul's POV

My gut knew something was wrong the moment I saw Brian. Usually on our days off, we never saw him unless there was something huge the next day. Sometimes, Eppy could be the omen of bad news. He was, after all, the one who broke to Pete that we were letting him go.

"Paul, what if e's not there?" Ringo asked as I drove George's car. I might've stolen his keys and had a pair made…

"Then we'll go back to Geo's or go home." Masking my concern for my best mate was not an easy task.

"But what if," I cut him off, "No more what if's!"

The rest of the ride was in silence, Ringo looking blankly out the window while I drove to John's favorite bar. Bright lights in the distance signified the entrance to the pub.

"Alright, come 'ead, let's find Johnny boy." Ringo gave me a half smile.

Jumping out of the car, we rushed to the entrance, where one of the biggest blokes I'd ever seen stopped us.

"Excuse me sir, have you seen our friend? Light brown 'air, brown eyes, bout this tall?" I asked, describing John.

"Actually yes, the drunk left bout 20 minutes ago." The insanely low voice spoke. It was even deeper than Ringo's.

"Thank you, sir!" Ringo cheered, pulling me away.

"That's one 'uge bloke, e must be a jerry…" I glanced back at the man.

Ringo laughed and headed towards the car.

"Where now, Macca?" he asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Words escaped me. Now I was afraid.

"I dunno, Rings." Was the only sentence that I could speak.

Where in the bloody hell was John Lennon?

Dani's POV

After Paul and Ringo left, George and I were on the lookout for Brian/John. I wondered if this had to do with Cynthia's pregnancy, or if something else had occurred that hadn't been documented.

"George," I asked from the kitchen where we made a sandwich, "What do you think happened?"

I was curious to hear what his thoughts were on the subject.

"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." He said in a horrible southern drawl.

"Numero uno, that was a terrible accent, but since you're a Brit, I'll let it slide. Numero dos, yes you do. I know deep down you care for John." Chuckling, he wrapped an arm around me.

"Dani," he began, voice smaller than a child's, "Can I ask something of you?"

The sincerity of his tone was enough to let the ignoring of my question pass.

"What, George?" He was incredibly close to me now, practically breathing on me

Awkwardly shifting, he fumbled with one of my ringlets.

"It's just that… I feel this… connection to ya… and… I'd like it… if we… the two of us… became… closer…" Those coffee eyes beamed directly into my soul.

At first, I wanted to scream "YES! A MILLION TIMES YES!" but my heart said to wait, become friends, and if the opportunity is still there, pounce on it as quick as I can. Despite my mission, the concept of immediately hooking up with George and then being a whiny bitch who hits cigs out of his mouth did not appeal to me. This was important to me, I wanted to save him, and he was my favorite Beatle, after all.

"George… I really like you… but we just met! Let's slow down… Past relationships of mine haven't worked out because we went too fast… I really want to get to know you…" I rubbed his hand that lay on the counter.

"Did they hurt you? I'll kill em if they did!" he seemed to completely disregard what I had said about taking it slow, but it was okay.

He's so adorable…

"Some of them did, yes. But that doesn't matter…" I was interrupted by him yet again.

"Who? Where are they? Please tell me, luv…" his pleading lips begged to be kissed, but I resisted the urge.

"They don't matter. What matters is right now!" I was definitely trying to avoid talking about my exes, for those men reminded me of my time in Chicago. One, named Michael used to hit me whenever he felt like it. Frankly, I didn't want to talk about my past with a person I had just met.

"Okay luv, but there's one thing…," he pulled me into a half embrace, still looking me dead in the eyes, "Mal said that you didn't have anywhere to go. You can stay 'ere. Please stay. I could use a woman around the house."

I really didn't know what to say. The packet said that I would move in around September.

Well it is the end of August. That's sort of around that time…

"Are you sure?" I asked, to which he replied nodding.

"Okay, but I don't want to be a bother."

"Believe me, you won't be." We fell into a deep hug, his muscular but willowy body holding mine closely.

For a second, everything was peaceful and serene. For a second, the world was perfect. And then that second was over, and a very, very drunk John Lennon barged through the door.

"HUNY I'M 'OMEEEEE!" John shouted.

"Well," I said, "We found him."

Stumbling over shoes, he made his way over to us.

"I JUS WANTED TA SAY THAT I… I love you! I love you GEO!" his voice sounded the neighborhood.

"God dammit John, how much did you have ta drink?" George helped his friend to the couch. He smelled like a liquor factory.

"I swear to drunk, I'm not God!" was his reply.

This made George and I laugh out loud, which in turn made John angry.

"AY! Did I say you could… do that?"

Picking up the drunken mess, we took him to the spare room and laid him down.

"I DON'T WANNA GO TO BED MIMI, YA OLD WITCH!" he shook us off.

"I'll get more blankets, make sure 'e doesn't leave, alright?" George patted John's head, causing him to slap it away.

"Blahhhhh" he slurred.

"Alright, George, hurry back!" we smiled at each other as he left the room.

"Dan… Dan!" John screamed.

"What, John?" I asked politely.

"I can't do this." His voice was quiet and shy, his eyes full of fear.

"Do what?"

"Cyn is real sick. Think she might have pneumonia. Doc said she might… she might be…" Now he was terrified and shaking.

"John," I held him tightly, his arms gripped my hair, "You need to lie down. We can talk in the morning."

George returned with the blankets and wrapped John in them.

"In Hamburg, he used to get blackout drunk and start fighting." George looked down at the moaning John.

Rushing to the bathroom, I grabbed a trashcan, recognizing the first stages of pre-vomiting. The second I put it under his face, he puked, making George and I groan.

"That's bloody disgusting." George stated.

After he was done, we took the can away and disposed of the evidence. John lay, almost paralyzed, staring at the wall.

"Johnny, are ya okay mate?" We cautiously sat on the bed.

"I'm tired." He groaned, and turned to his side.

Out like a light.

"Well that was fun." My sarcasm was coming out. I hated watching people being sick or drunk or both.

"A right ole' time, ay?" we giggled and left the room.

"DANI!" the voice from the bed cried out.

"Yes, John?"

"Please stay with me!" he cried out.

Rebounding to the bedside, I sat, looked up at George, and said that I would stay until he was in a deep sleep.

"I'll be in the master room. You can come in there if ya'd like…" he smiled gently, making my heart pound faster.

"Okay, see you." He clicked off the light and left, leaving me with John.

This should be interesting…

I guess I must have fallen asleep because when my eyes opened, it was pitch black. Sitting up, I made my way off the bed, only for something to pull me back on.

"Ello beautiful." John was apparently awake, and holding me down with one arm

"Get off John." I sternly said while trying to get out from underneath him.

"Not until I get what I want." He was really scaring me now. Pinning me down, he positioned himself on top.

"Get. Off!" I struggled, but to no avail.

Suddenly, he bent down and planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss on my lips. I'm not going to lie, he was a pretty amazing kisser, even when he was drunk, but I wanted nothing of it.

"John, seriously." I whimpered from underneath him.

"You're no fun." And with that, he released me, and turned back to sleep.

I crept out of the room and to George's, where the handsome man was sleeping soundly.

Sneaking onto the other side of the bed, I cuddled myself into the sheets. Before my brain shut off, one thought ran through my head.

What have I gotten myself into?


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