Chapter 28 -- Can I Have Your Autograph?

When she woke up, the Doctor and four famous people were staring at her. She shoved away the smelling salts. "Life's weird enough," she said. "And it just keeps gettin' weirder."

"Right. Good. You're alive. Scared me there for a second."

"Scared you, shit."

"Well, you know, thanks," Ringo said. "For savin' my life and all. Appreciate it."

"We all do," Lennon added.

She yawned. "Then can I at least get your autographs?"

"Right. Um, I have to do something," the Doctor said. "Or rather, you have to do something for me."

"What is it?" George asked suspiciously.

"You have to swear -- on your god, mothers, sisters, your lives -- that none of this ever leaves this room."

"Who'd believe us?" Lennon asked wryly. "You've got it, mate."

"I'd not talk about it," George added. "People'd think I'm mad."

"Got it," Paul said. "No problems there."

"Well, small price to pay for my life," Ringo agreed.

"After all that, do you really want our autographs?" Lennon asked.

"I didn't get Giles anything for Christmas."

"You've got it."

"Sweet."

She got their autographs and rose to her feet.

"We really gonna be famous?" George asked.

"Don't worry about it," Kyra advised. "Just...do what it is that you do."

"That we've got covered."

"Thanks for this," she said, holding up the LP's -- and the Doctor noticed there were two. "Good luck, good lives, god bless, all that."

"You, too."

TBC...