A/N: Man, I've been SLACKING. xD But I'm back now and I'm slowly getting my writing muse back! Whoo!

Oh and I must reply to Madeline's review, as she doesn't have a Fanfic account: WHOA! Lily is supposed to be ME actually. xD It's not my name, but still that's a bit freaky. And, strange enough, my biggest goal is to get a time machine too O.O

I'm officially freaked lol

ANYWAY. So this isn't my best work, but it's somethin', right? I'm not leaving you guys for good here!

Kay

Dear Disclaimer, you depress me so. Love, Kay.

Btw: Just as I was naming this... I've Just Seen a Face came on in my iTunes library. O.O TWILIGHT ZONE MOMENT!

Ch 4
I've Just Seen a Face
Liverpool, 1963, February 13th
Later…

After making sure that Lily had her daily dose of tea (which is about ten teacups) Lyssa and Sarah agreed that it was safe enough for her to come downstairs.

"Just breathe and take small steps." Sarah whispers in a soothing tone, "and if you feel a moment coming on, just keep your head down and avoid looking at their faces." Lyssa giggles as Lily punches Sarah in the arm for that last bit.

"Shut it or I'll tell 'em about your little obsession with Beatle stories!" she hisses.

"Oh, like you don't read them either!" Sarah bites back.

"Guys…" Lyssa tries to interfere tiredly, rolling her eyes. When Sarah and Lily fight, it's to the death.

"Then stop treating me like I'm about to effin' explode in five seconds!"

"They already think you're unstable!"

Their little argument goes on and Lyssa doesn't even bother splitting it up. Quietly, she continues to go down the stairs without them and waltzes quickly into the kitchen where George is eating a sandwich at the breakfast bar. Her heart nearly skips a beat and shuts down completely.

He looks up as she silently makes her way to the fridge, trying not to be a bother. John had given her full permission to their food supply after noticing how thin she is. "What goes on upstairs?" he asks with a bit of lettuce sticking out of the corner of his mouth, turning around to face Lyssa.

She giggles and quickly grabs a napkin to wipe off the green on him. "Got somethin' there." Her face turns a bit crimson as she turns away quickly to bring out the milk from the back of the fridge.

George chuckles embarrassedly and tries again, touching where she had gotten the lettuce with a finger fondly, "You miss home at all?"

Lyssa looks at him, totally amazed that George Harrison is starting a conversation with someone like her. Remembering to breathe, and to think, she answers, "I have a feeling no one knows we're gone."

"How so?" he bids her to continue, abandoning the sandwich on the countertop. His full attention is focused on her.

"Not sure, really…" she looks a bit puzzled, "If we're not there, but here, then this is the present for us instead now, isn't it?" working this out in her mind, she shakes her head abruptly, "No, no, that's not right…" she mutters, trailing off.

"I think it makes sense." George offers with a shrug. "It's actually a pretty smart observation if you think about it." He adds, watching her calculating expression turn to one of surprise.

"Th-Thank you?" she stutters, caught off guard. Did George Harrison just call me smart? Now that was something, all right. Noticing her mouth was still agape foolishly; Lyssa quickly recovers and starts to quickly make her way out of the kitchen, muttering something about checking on tea.

George chuckles again. He knows he's made her a bit nervous. Checking on tea, he thinks with an inward laugh, shaking his head. What a gal… George smiles and turns back to his lunch thoughtfully, still thinking about the pretty future bird.

As Lyssa starts to pass the front door to go upstairs again for Lily and Sarah, in walks Paul and John from outside. She gasps and widens her eyes to see the two boys wearing false beards and carrying huge paper bags full of miscellaneous items.

"Hello, hello!" Paul smiles in greeting, dumping his share of bags on the hardwood floor. "Everything okay while we were away?"

"Yeah, Loony up there didn't have another episode, did she?" John calls up to her with a smirk. Paul laughs along, but Lyssa's fist clenches.

"No," she states firmly, not appreciating the jest. Afraid to say anything else she dashes the rest of her way up, feeling ridiculous. No? You could have said something much cleverer than just 'no!' He's not offering you drugs for crying out loud!

With her mind far too busy scolding herself, Lyssa accidently bumps into Lily, whose making her way down for some lunch. "Hey, Lys!" she chirps happily, sounding normal for the first time instead of shaky and completely trippy.

"You and Sarah okay?" Lyssa gasps for breath, holding a hand to her heart.

"Yeah, you know how it is when we go on about stupid rubbish like that. We forgive and forget." Lily shrugs and starts to pass her friend.

"Uh," Lyssa looks at her worriedly, "Where are you off to?" she asks, trying to sound calm.

Lily turns back, "To get a crumpet…?" she replies uncertainly, like its something she's unknowingly not supposed to do. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah, 'course!" Lyssa reassures quickly. "P-Paul and John just walked in, so… yeah." Her words left her.

Lily stiffens. "Oh," she whispers, looking down. "I'll just… keep my head down, then." She clears her throat awkwardly. Lily's not very confident when it comes to being around people she doesn't know without familiar company. But this is different; these people she's considered her heroes for the past couple of years think she's some unstable crazy fan girl.

And, quite frankly, that's not a great first impression.

"Do you want me to come?" Lyssa offers in a small voice, noticing the familiar way Lily composes herself when she's nervous and insecure.

Wanting to prove herself that she can do this on her own, Lily shakes her head, "N-No, it's fine!" she replies too quickly. "I'll just be quick with it."

Lyssa nods and wishes her friend luck. She watches as Lily shakily forces her legs to move for the stairs and how she fumbles with the hem of her borrowed purple tee shirt from Ringo self consciously. She can do it, Lyssa thinks determinedly, turning away to travel to the spare room she, Lily and Sarah share.

You know where the crumpets are. Sarah told you. They're in the bread box next to the sink... Lily repeats these instructions to herself as she slowly goes down the stairs one at a time. It's all right. They won't look at you if you don't look at them. She knows this is a complete fat lie, but it's the only way to keep moving.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, finally, she takes a left and goes through the dining room to the mini-kitchen. All the Beatles, except for Ringo who's gone on an afternoon walk to get out of the house, are gathered at the breakfast bar, eating their own different lunches: George with a BLT sandwich, John with a piece of cheese and a pudding cup and Paul with a bagel and cream cheese.

Hoping to be quicker than the speed of light Lily dashes past the boys into the kitchen and attacks the bread box next to the sink to reveal two crumpets. The chatter behind her has come to an abrupt stop and for the first time since the night she was taken from 2011, a Beatle talks to her.

"Looks like the birdie got out of her cage, lads." She can just see the smirk on John's face. The other two, Paul and George, chuckle quietly at this.

Lily slowly revolves on her sock clad feet against the wood floor to face the three most amazing Liverpudlian men she's ever heard of. "Hi," she squeaks in a small voice, her green eyes wide. Look down, look down! She yells at herself internally. Quickly, her eyes comply.

John continues, "Thought you wouldn't get caught, did ya?" there's that audible smile again. How does he do that?

Lily flushes as red as a strawberry and nods. "Mhm…"

"Can't you talk, sweetheart?" he asks in a way too sweet of a voice. Lily suspects he's enjoying her embarrassment.

"She just said hi," George scoffs. "Can't you hear?" he mocks John's tone.

"You aren't sweetheart here, now, are ya, Harrison?" John bites back like the alpha he is. Lily quickly looks up at this and sees Paul studying her curiously. Oh, great…Might as well say something.

Taking a deep breath, she speaks. "I'm sorry." She says a bit louder than before.

George and John stop bickering. "For what?" George asks, confused.

"Did you break something already!" John looks at her suspiciously.

"No!" Lily replies quickly, feeling her face grow even redder.

Paul shakes his head and chuckles at the girl, "C'mon, you guys, you're makin' her nervous."

John rolls his eyes, "Yeah, 'cause you're the only saint in the room, aren't ya, McCartney?"

"I'm not pestering the poor thing!" Paul defends, feeling hurt.

"Well do somethin' about it, then!" John sneers back like a bully taunting a younger class peer.

George makes eye contact with Lily's frozen frame and shrugs in apology as John and Paul glare daggers at each other.

"We're really nice people, usually." He says brightly, getting up to throw away his used napkin from his sandwich. Paul and John look at him bitterly.

Lily giggles nervously. "I'm just gonna… go upstairs and-"

"Not with those, you're not." John intercepts her as she tries to walk away from the breakfast bar, pointing at her two crumpets.

Lily stops in her tracks and looks him in the eye, scared out of her mind by his quickness. "I-I'm so sorry!" without warning, tears start bucketing past her lashes. She's never felt so overwhelmed and nervous before in her life! Inside she's cursing at herself for how ridiculous it is to cry in front of a Beatle. No one does that!

"Aw, John, look what ya did!" Paul narrows his eyes at Lennon and shakes his head with disapproval. He gets up from where he sits at the bar and takes Lily into a comforting hug from behind, his arms snaking around her waist. "C'mon, darlin', don't let him get ya down." He murmurs gently in her ear, still keeping a reproachful eye on John.

"Yeah, he's just a mean old man on the inside!" George calls from the kitchen, laughing at his brilliance, "He needs his medication and classical music!"

"Screw off, Harrison!" John yells back with a growl. He smirks at Paul and Lily, noticing that the boy's arm hasn't moved from the girl's frame and says as he walks away, "Better get her while ya can, Paulie, before it's too late and she explodes!"

That's when Lily's vulnerability breaks.

"Oh my God, shut the hell UP, John!" she shrieks after him, surprising not only Paul and George, but Lennon as well.

He turns back and smiles cynically. Looking at Paul he gives a thumbs up. "Yep, definitely a keeper, for sure." And he's gone out the back door for a smoke.

Lily makes a move to go after him, but Paul holds her back. "Easy now," he says calmly to sooth her. "He's not worth it."

Exhaling sharply with some disappointment, she turns around to face Paul and he keeps both arms around her now. "I don't believe we've properly met." She says breathlessly, gaining some control over herself. "I'm Lily."

Paul chuckles, "We have actually; before the whole time travel fiasco." Lily blushes at her forgetfulness. "But," Paul adds in a lower voice, looking at her dark green eyes curiously, "I think I like meeting this way better."

Lily's face glows when she smiles and Paul is nearly blown off his feet by the sight. "Well, you're certainly a charmer, aren't ya?" she teases playfully, putting her arms around his neck so she won't lose her balance.

Paul snorts and acts all flattered, "It's a gift, really," before whisking her away into the entry hall where Sarah and Lyssa are congregating quietly on the bottom of the stairs.

"Whoa, Macca!" Sarah puts both hands in the air, signaling for Paul to surrender Lily from his grip. "I gotta approve of this, all right? This here is my sister, man!"

"Not literally," Lily grumbles, annoyed that she tore Paul away from her. Really, Sarah? REALLY? It's Paul MCCARTNEY! He's almost SEVENTY in our time! I'm livin' the dream here, babe!

"You two fighting over Paul now?" George's voice comes from behind Lily and Paul and they turn around to see him stride in. Sarah sees Lyssa freeze and turn still.

"Yeah, get rid of the third wheel, will ya, Georgie?" she asks with a wicked grin. "You can take care of Lys tonight!" she playfully bumps her frozen friend forward and Lyssa topples into George's arms. Her face burns red.

"Sorry," she mutters, gaining her footing again. How embarrassing...

And just like that, the true magic began.

A/N: Cheesy last line, I know. Shut up and review the damn chapter... lol