A/N: Hello there everyone, it's been a while since I have updated this fic, but I'm planning to update all my fics a few times before I start a new one, not that I have an idea for a new one, but I'll think of something. Anyway, I've actually enjoyed writing this kinda crime thriller stuff, as opposed to the usual cute Beatles love stuff, which is always good, but this is more gritty and edgier xD anyway, do you guys like this kinda stuff, if you do, there's more where this came from :D

I actually have a notepad where I've sat and worked this whole thing out, I'm quite excited to write it actually

Dear god that was a long ass authors note.

Anyway

Enjoy and please do review:D

Hannah xx

*John's POV*

I was not going to sleep. Sleep was for the weak. The weak who wanted to escape their cold, harsh reality and live in their dreams. Well I got news for you, weaklings. You have to wake up sometime. How the fuck could I sleep anyway? I had a good 2 inch deep cut on my face, which stung like hell, especially in this humid air, and my mind was buzzing with thoughts. Unanswered questions. Unfinished plans. I was lying before when I said I had a plan. It was simply an act, something to do, I had no idea what to follow it with. A plan is made up of many acts, you don't go to a play to see a single scene, you go to see different acts, and I had only one, which was not even that good. It's not like we could have done anything anyway, the four of us being thoroughly battered and tied to a bench, with that Mexican girl watching us. That bitch Barlow had got her to come on to me so she could rough me up. I was not about to let myself be sidetracked by some girl who was a lot younger than me, for once, I was focused on the task at hand. The trouble was, I had no idea exactly what that task was.

*George's POV*

I was pretty desperate by this point, drifting in and out of sleep, but all I saw was the plane burning, my grandad's face and Whatsat pointing a gun at John's head. Then a chill washed over me. What if they were to kill one of us? Or…all of us? I swallowed and looked around. Charlie and Miss Barlow were nowhere to be seen, Alejandra was curled up in a ball on the metal box she'd been watching us on all day, Jeeves was snoring loudly on the driver's seat, Ginge was passed out next to him and Whatsat was sleeping beside the dying embers of the fire. They were all soundly asleep, so I decided to take a leap of faith.

"Anyone awake?" I whispered.

No one answered then after a while, I heard John's voice.

"Yeah,"

I sniffed a little bit, glad it was dark to hide my face. "What do we do?"

"I don't know Georgie, I really don't know," he whispered, and I could hear the guilt in his voice.

"Well we can't stay here forever," I whispered back.

"We'll think of something, try to sleep," he said, with determination.

I wondered if any of the gang had heard us and I leant my head back and closed my eyes, eventually falling into a surprisingly dreamless sleep.

*third person*

Eventually they were all asleep, even John.

What none of them knew, including the gang, although they each had their suspicions, was that Charlie and Miss Barlow were currently asleep in each other's arms out of side from the others, behind a bush. They had had a "thing" going on for quite some time now, she saw it as just something casual, to keep her occupied, he was honestly in love with her, although he didn't often show it.

Back in England, it was the middle of the afternoon, and Brian Epstein was going mad with panic in his London office. Jack Stone, damn him, had not called with updates on the boys, if they were doing okay and so forth and such with. Brian had only agreed to letting them go un-chaperoned if Stone had called every so often with updates. In Brian's world, every so often meant every day without fail. He was getting genuinely worried; they were the biggest band in the world and he hadn't received any intelligence on them for days. He was considering flying out to Mexico, but then assured himself everything was fine. After all, Stone was a lax man, very laid back, not a worrier, the complete opposite of Brian. Brian told himself if he had not received word within the week, he would go and find out what was wrong.

In Mexico, the sun was just beginning to rise and the sky was different shades of red, orange, lilac and pink. For the past two hours, a Mexican born American girl had been sitting in the shelter of a tree, silently watching the ten people sleeping before her. She eyed the four boys, who looked to be either the same age as her or a few months younger, with sorrow. She knew this gang well, and without her being there, they probably would be dead in a few months. She then narrowed her small eyes while looking at the two men asleep in the front of the van. Jeeves and Ginge were two men she had no respect for. She would be attending to them as soon as she could. She saw Whatsat asleep beside the last embers of a camp fire, and smiled to herself as she remembered being there when he had lost most of his hearing. She had to squint to see them, but she could just make out the figures of Miss Barlow, and a man she didn't recognise, in each other's arms behind a bush. She snorted quietly. Their secret would not be safe for long. Then, at last, her eyes fell upon the small girl in a ball, sleeping without a blanket next to the boys, and her eyes brimmed with tears, before she brushed them harshly away, and told herself that emotions were a luxury, not a necessity.

As the soon rose over the jungle of Palenque, the well built girl ran her father's small folding knife through her fingers and pressed the cold metal to her lips.

"Soon," she whispered.

A/N: wow, I hope you enjoyed that, regardless of whether you did or not, let me know in a review, after all, I'm writing for you guys :D