A/N: Hello everyone- hopefully you still all like me after that last chapter? :P I know it was sad, okay- but it was just the way the story had to go. It was very sad to write and I was totally drained afterward but- I think it was a good chapter, well I hope it was. Anyway- here is the last chapter of this story. I know, very sad and I can't believe I'm ending it already. This was my favourite story to write and you guys here in this section are the best reviewers I have ever come across. So- thank you so much for all your reviews and I hope this last chapter is good and ends off on a happy note. And let me just say... THANK YOU FOR THE 100 REVIEWS! THAT'S AWESOME!

Oh, and just one little thing about the sequel. I do want to write it, I really do. I'm just not too sure about it right now. I don't have enough ideas for it and I don't feel too confident about it. This story seems pretty complete and I don't know about ruining it with a sequel. Tell me what you guys think. If you really want it then I will write it. Just not right away. I have another project for this section in the works so probably after that is finished. Oh and CrazyCatie- your mention is in here as promised. Anyway, thanks again and here is chapter 11, the final chapter.

Disclaimer: Ok, since it's the last chapter, I will write a nice disclaimer. No, I do not own the Beatles, Across The Universe or anything else I may use in this story. I only own Quinn, Knox and my other characters.

In My Life….Stuff Happens: Chapter 11 (Epilogue): And In The End….

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I opened my eyes slowly. I knew I was lying flat on my back and all I saw when I looked up was fluffy white clouds. All around me were tall sunflowers and the sun that was falling over me was so warm and inviting. I saw a little butterfly floating over me and I sat up real slow, taking in my surroundings. I was in a huge sunflower field with lush green trees all around and a big white house at the other end of the field. It was absolutely beautiful. Then suddenly, I remembered what had happened. I had tried to save John but I failed. I thought it strange that I wasn't freaking out or that I didn't even feel bad- instead, I just felt waves and waves of peace wash over me. It was like everything- my life, my adventures in 1965 and the mission I failed- were detached and I wasn't really feeling anything about them.

"Quinn…."

It was a strange whisper calling out my name and it was the wind in trees, brushing past me and flowing all around. I stood up slowly and followed the butterflies that were floating all around me. I couldn't help but giggle at the thought of me running through a field of flowers, chasing butterflies. It was something you see in movies and at any other time, I would feel a bit stupid but- there was peace in me and pure joy. It was like true hippie-ness. I kind of liked it.

"Quinn…."

The name was still like wind breezing past me but there was more urgency in it this time. I suddenly was taken over by a feeling of desperation- I needed to get over to that house. I started to run faster now and now when I finally reached the house, I felt another wave of peace wash over me. It was unlike myself to feel like this- I was just so…. Happy. I don't mean that I never was happy it's just that it was unnatural to feel this happy. But as soon as I stepped through the white door, all the peace and happiness disappeared and I felt like more of myself again. The pain of failing the mission and watching John die was starting to creep in but I pushed it down. I had to find out where the hell I was first.

The whole inside of the house was white. I mean every single solitary thing in that house was white. It was so bright that I had to shield my eyes at some points while I was walking through. It was so serene and so silent throughout this white house but I felt uneasy. What the hell was I doing here? The last thing I remember was collapsing onto the side walk at night- in 1980. But now- this place didn't look familiar at all. What time was I in now? Was I even on Earth anymore?

Holy shit.

Was I dead?

"You're not dead."

I looked up the winding white staircase and gasped a little bit when I saw who was standing at the top of it. There, dressed in all white and- looking rather good might I add- was John. Yes, John Lennon. I expected him to be older but he looked no older than twenty four years old. And this might be the wrong time to mention it but- damn, he looked really sexy. He laughed at me like he had heard my thoughts and I felt myself blush a little bit. I put my hand on the cold and white marble banister and slowly walked up the stairs. When I reached the top, John looked down at me with that sexy Lennon grin.

"John?"

John leaned against the banister on his elbow. "Yes?"

"Umm… aren't you supposed to be dead?"

John sighed and shrugged, still keeping that grin. He took my hand and led me down the hallway. "Yeah. But that's a thing of the past."

Umm.. Okay?

John led me through the last door on the right and stopped when we got through the door. We are in yet another white room but this one had comfortable-looking couches and chairs. I sat down on the couch against the wall and John sat cross-legged next to me. We stayed like that for a few moments, staring at each other in silence. But it wasn't uncomfortable- it was more peaceful. But something was tugging at me and I couldn't ignore it any longer. I took in a breath and let it out slowly. John was waiting, as if he knew what I was going to say.

"John- I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"John," I said, a bit of annoyance creeping in. I shook my head and breathed in and out again. "I failed. I was supposed to save you but instead I watched you die."

John nodded. He didn't look sad only a little regretful. "I know. But it's ok. I was supposed to die, I guess. It was a long time ago now, Quinn. I'm happy."

"I'm glad," I said with a smile. I was glad that he was finally happy. Then a sudden thought hit me and I felt scared. "Oh my God! I am dead!"

John laughed and I crossed my arms. "You are not dead, I told you already. You got such a hard head!" I felt myself smile and he chuckled again. "This is heaven, yes. Or well what you see of it. But you aren't dead. Unconscious, yeah but not dead. You just needed to see me to know that I'm all right so you won't feel so bad."

I nodded. It made sense. Although I don't think I would ever feel fully all right with it. I had a chance to save John and I failed at it. But seeing him happy and in heaven, apparently was something that made me really happy. It was good that he was there and that he was finally at peace with himself. Although there was still one thing that confused me. John died when he was forty years old but the John that was sitting before me was a young John. He looked like he had just stepped straight out of A Hard Day's Night. Very very sexy might I say. Again.

"What?" he asked when he noticed me staring at him.

"John, you died at like forty years old. Why am I seeing you so young?"

"Cause you can look like whatever you want up here," I heard a voice say. I looked around and saw a young George walk around the corner, eating a piece of chicken. He looked about 21 and was also dressed in white. My jaw almost hit the floor. So this was heaven!

"Hello Quinn," he said with a smile and wave. He sat down on the white chair across from us. I was shocked speechless. "Nice to see you."

"Oh my George!" I said and the shook my head. I had heard that phrase too often and it had slipped out. "I mean- oh my God! I'm so sorry you died!"

George just smiled. "It's ok, Quinn. Like John said, we are happy up here."

I nodded. I was beginning to feel a little bit better. "You know," I said. "All the times I imagined you guys up here, I imagined you guys happy and young and hanging out with each other."

John and George shared a look and laughed. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. They both looked so cute and radiantly happy. It was almost as if they were glowing- not like in Twilight (which is cool, shut-up!) - but more like they had a glow all around them. I swear, I thought they were going to sprout angel winds any second. Which would be totally cool because I'm pretty sure they were angels. Angels who rocked out on their guitars and sang like there was no tomorrow.

"You imagined us up here?" John asked. He looked interested. Even George put down his chicken to listen.

"Yeah," I said, nodding. "My friend Catie and I just to talk about. I used to say how I would profess my love to you. Shut-up, John," I said when he started to open his mouth. He laughed and I continued. "Catie said how she would gush to George how she loved him and how he was like her best friend. And umm… she would tell John to- umm go fall in a well cause she hates you."

George laughed and blushed and John raised his eye-brows. He didn't look hurt or angry, just a bit amused. I shrugged and laughed. Catie could always be a little weird about John. I put my hand on John's shoulder.

"Don't worry," I said with a grin. "She likes you in her own way."

John nodded and for a few seconds we were silent. And then I suddenly felt the strangest feeling- like something or something was calling me and I felt a sudden pull. I was being called and pulled away. John and George shared a look; they knew exactly what was happening to me. I stood, trying to shake the feeling off but it was stubborn and insisted on staying. John and George stood too.

"It's time for you to go," John said. He looked a little bit sad about it. He came forward to hug me and I tightly hugged back. George did the same.

"We'll miss you," George said and John agreed.

"I will miss you too," I said, trying to hold my sadness back.

"Just remember," John said, smiling at me. "You didn't fail. Just because you didn't save me doesn't mean anything. I'm happy here- happier than I could have ever been in life. And so is George. You remember that every time you feel sad all right?"

I nodded and wiped away the tear that had fallen. The last thing I remembered was John and George smiling at me. Then I started to fall backwards into the darkness again and I closed my eyes. The rest was all black.

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This time my eyes snapped open and I sat up quickly. I was shocked at what I saw that I nearly fell back onto my pillow. I was in a white room with chairs and a TV monitor in the corner. I was sitting in a bed, wearing a stupid gown and attached to some machines to the right of me. I turned my head slowly and almost cried out when I saw Holly sitting in the chair next to my bed. She was curled up with her eyes closed and it looked like she had been there for a while. I felt my heart stop for a few seconds in my chest.

Oh. My. God.

Holly. Holly was my best friend. My best friend who lived with me in 2010! I don't know but I was back! And I was lying in a hospital bed. One look around the room told me that I had been lying here for a long while- maybe even a week or so. But if I was in the hospital- how was I in 1965 at the same time? Son of a bitch! It was a dream? Me going back in time and meeting the Beatles was only a dream? The whole fucking mission and Knox was a- dream? No, no I would NOT believe it. It was too fucking real to be a dream. I knew it wasn't. It couldn't be. Could it?

"You're awake?" I turned to look at Holly. She looked shocked and relieved. I guess she had woken up when I was in the midst of freaking out.

"Uhh… hi?" I offered with a half-smile. "What's going on?"

Holly cocked her head to the side. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head. "No. I just remember walking home from the mall." And also getting transported to 1965, meeting the Beatles, hanging out with them and then going on a mission to save John Lennon and failing.

Holly looked shocked. "What? Quinn, you've been in this hospital for a week. You were hit by lightening when you were walking home."

What the fuck?

I didn't know what to do so I laughed. And kept laughing. I was in such disbelief that the laughter wouldn't stop. Holly was beginning to look scared and she stood, wanting to go get the doctor. I told her not to and made her sit back down. Eventually, I stopped laughing.

"Are you okay?"

I looked at her and nodded. "I'm sorry. I just can't believe it. It sounds too weird to be true. I thought- I mean- I had- a dream, I guess. It seemed so real."

"It's all right," said Holly, giving me a reassuring pat on the arm. "The doctor told me to get him when you woke up. I'll send him in."

"Okay."

Holly left the room and I fell back onto my pillows. This was all making my head spin and I didn't like it. I was trying to deny the possibility that my Beatles adventure was really just a dream. It couldn't have been could it? I mean, you don't feel things in dreams and they aren't in full Panavision colour either. I was starting to get a headache trying to figure this all out. When the door opened and the doctor walked in, I knew for sure that my adventure wasn't a dream. And I had to restrain myself from throwing the heart monitor machine at him.

"You," was all I could growl.

Knox stepped forward. He looked weird in a doctor's uniform but I wasn't in the mood to make jokes. "I know you are upset."

"Upset?" I sat up, angrily yanking out the IV from my arm. "UPSET? You left me! You brought me there an hour ahead! I couldn't reach him in time!"

Knox nodded solemnly. "Yes, I understand. But I had no control over the circumstances. There were complications and you arrived late because of it."

I huffed but sat back. "Fine. So basically, what you are saying is that John was meant to die all along?"

"Yes. As sad as it may be, John Lennon was meant to leave this world when he did."

"You couldn't have told me this before?" I asked incredulously. I crossed my arms over my chest, getting more angry by the minute.

"It was the point of the mission," Knox explained. I could see in his eyes that he was getting annoyed with me but his voice remained even. "John Lennon's death was one that many wished could be prevented. I explained this to you before. You failing to save him just confirms that he was in fact, meant to die."

I nodded. "I understand. It doesn't make it any less fair, though."

"Yes. It doesn't."

"So- it happened, then?" I asked. I knew it wasn't but being my typical paranoid self, I just had to make sure. I let out a long-held breath after Knox shook his head.

"There had to be an alibi back in this time," Knox explained. "An alibi for you. We couldn't just take you from this time with no explanation."

"So- you had me hit by lightening?"

"No. That was what it looked like. You were simply just made unconscious."

I sighed. "That's- better. I guess. Is it over? I mean, is it really over?"

Knox nodded once again.

"Will I- remember it all?" I asked tentatively.

"I could make you forget."

"NO!" I screamed. I vigorously shook my head. There was no way in hell I wanted to forget my week spent with the Beatles. Even if it meant having the image of John dying in my head for the rest of my life.

"One question," I said. It had been something that was kind of bugging me since I woke up. Knox motioned for me to go ahead. "Okay- umm… what was with the heaven thing? I mean, did I actually see them? Or did I dream that one?"

"It was real," Knox replied with a half-smile. "We decided to let you see them. Failing the mission and not saving John Lennon was hard enough you. We wanted you to see that it hadn't been in vain. That John Lennon is fine outside of this existence. And George Harrison as well."

"Thank you."

Knox nodded and headed for the door. He paused when he reached it and turned around to look at me. "My work here is done. You should be released soon. You did good on the mission. Be proud of what you accomplished."

He was gone before I could begin to form a reply. And he didn't use the door either. He simply just disappeared. I let out a long sigh as I settled back into the bed. It was no point getting angry or even sad- it was over and at least I would always have my memories. My wicked awesome memories. I looked up as Holly walked in and greeted her with the best smile I could. She was relieved to see that I wasn't laughing like a maniac again and looked comfortable coming back to sit next to me.

"So-"

"You scared me," Holly said, cutting me off. "I mean, when I chased you down the street and found you on the ground- Oh God, I thought you were dead."

I offered my best smile. "Well, I'm not."

Holly scoffed. "Thank you, I can see that. The point is, you fucking scared me!"

I nodded. "I know, I know. Umm- what about my parents?"

"I called them," Holly said with a nod. "The night you were brought here. I just sent them home this morning so they could rest. They are on their way over here now."

"Good, good."

"So," Holly said, leaning towards me with a grin. "What kind of dream did you have? You know, the one that was so real!"

I felt a wide grin spread across my face. "It was a Beatles dream." Holly looked slightly disappointed and sat back in her chair.

"Of course it was."

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(A week later….)

I had finally convinced my parents that I was fine and that they could go back to work and leave me home alone again. For the first few days, I had to get used to living life in 2010 again. I was used to waking up and seeing the Beatles sitting at the kitchen table or seeing John standing at the end of my bed. It was really weird not to see them and of course, I couldn't tell anyone my feelings. If I did, I would probably be thrown into the nearest psych ward. But hey, at least the walls were padded and comfortable. I remembered my story that I had started writing about my experience back in 1965. I was going to finish it and put it up on the fan fiction website. I had a feeling that the fans there would get a kick out of it. Of course they would think that it's only a story that sprung for my imagination. But- I would know the truth. I would always remember.

That day I was sitting in my room, watching some random game show on TV when the doorbell rang. I ran down the stairs and opened the door, surprised to see a delivery man waiting there with a huge package tucked under his arm. I was even more surprised when he told me it was for me.

"This is a weird package," he said and I cocked my head to the side.

"What do you mean?" I asked, signing the release form.

"It's been in our post office since 1971," the man explained. I felt my jaw fall open and I had to use my hand to physically close it. "We took bets in the office to see if the person would actually be here."

"Here I am," I said shakily. "Thanks."

I closed the door and manoeuvred the book under my arm as I tried walking up the stairs back to my room. I placed it down on my bed and sat in front of it. I eagerly grabbed some scissors from my desk and sliced the top of the box open. Underneath the bubble wrap- which I would have fun popping later- were a collection of records. Every single Beatles record ever made. And I mean everything, from Please Please Me to Let It Be. I was in complete and total awe of what I saw in front of me. There was only one person who could have sent this. But no, it couldn't be. I carefully took the envelope from the top of the record stack and slowly opened it. It was old and yellowed with age. With shaking heads and a shaking voice, I read the letter.

Quinn,

I guess you got back to your time all right. It was weird after you left. I guess I can admit that I was a little upset. You were something else- different that any bird I ever met before. And of course, you were completely in love with me. That helps the ego a bit. I guess you know what happened to us- all the albums we made, all the films we made. The break-up especially. But I guess it doesn't matter anymore to you. What's done is done, right? I just wanted to let you know that I never forgot about you. I know how much you loved us so I personally went out and bought ever Beatles album with the intention of mailing it to you. A tag with your information must have fallen from your bag when you were here. I kept it. I hope you got this. Just consider it a little gift, from me to you. (Pun intended). I took the time to autograph each record- something I knew you'd like. Just don't go making any money by selling them! But seriously, I just want you to know that I will never forget you. Even after I'm long gone. Just remember the time you spent with us. And never stop being a Beatles fan. Good luck in your future,

Love always,

John Lennon.

I had tears running down my face after I finished reading. Some parts made me laugh because I could totally hear John saying it in my mind. But it was so sweet and so thoughtful. I can't believe that I had made such an effect on him that even years after I left, he still thought about me. It gave me that kind of tingly, warm feeling. I gingerly took one of the records from the pile and brought it over to my record player. It was one of those ones that played records, CDs, tapes, the radio and had a plug for your iPod or MP3 player. I put the record in and put the needle on top of it. Soon, the sweet voice of John Lennon filled the room.

I lay down on my bed to listen to it. The beautiful sounds of "It's Only Love" filled my ears and I couldn't help but smile. I remembered when John sang it to me, saying that it was a song that I had inspired. Somehow, it made it sound so much more amazing and beautiful. I stared up into one of my many Beatles posters and let my mind wander. I thought about my adventure in 1965. I thought about the boys and how living with them was the most awesome experience I had ever had and probably ever would have in my entire life. I loved getting to know each and every one of them and seeing their personal selves as well as the ones that they showed to the public. And even though I had failed in the mission to save John, I wasn't sad. I knew that both he and George were all right and that they were happy. That's all I needed to know.

Overall, I had the best time of my life. I would cherish the memories forever. I would always remember the Beatles and I would never, ever stop loving them. I sighed happily as I listened to the music and stared up into the smiling faces on the poster. I felt a smile creep onto my face as the memories flooded my brain.

It had been a hard day's night….

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(THE END)

A/N: And there you have it folks. This marks the end of my story. I want to thank you for all your wonderful reviews and for sticking with this story from the beginning. You guys were truly awesome and made this story extremely fun to write. I hope I can get the sequel out. Although like I said, I'm not too sure about it. Tell me what you guys think. And of yes, please review. Thank you, again! - Addie