Author's note: I wish I could take credit for this one, I really do! I love it! But alas, it was written by my friend, not me. I'm only sharing the love!

Heaven

A sea of white. That was all the old scouse saw before him. He was even dressed in white clothes.

"What the…" he started.

The last thing he remembered was falling asleep at home after his most recent tour. He'd fallen ill and had to cut it sho-

Paul stopped. He was dead. It was over, he'd died in his sleep.

He broke down, sobbing at the loss of his fans, career, and children…

…But he stopped when he realized someone else should be there, someone he'd lost years ago.

Paul stood shakily, and took a few steps. Oddly, he felt stronger. He took a few more steps, the veins and wrinkles crisscrossing his skin fading a bit. He'd taken nine steps when he began to hear music. Music like the kind that used to play back when…

Paul walked faster, determined to find the source of the noise, stepping backwards through his years. Someone watching him would have seen him go through the wings band period all the way back to his cavern club years. The music was close now, the guitars and drums and bass drawing him nearer to a set of stairs going down.

He walked down the steps carefully, picking up bits of conversation.

"…got it, Stu!"

"Hehe… ta, ye…"

"Good job, lads! John… jacket…"

"Lovebirds."

Paul finally reached the bottom step, finding himself in a reproduction of the Cavern Club, except it was missing all the people. But hadn't he heard voices?

"Ello? Anyone 'ere? Ey!"

"…is it… but 'e's not…" someone whispered.

"Please! Please come out!"

He heard footsteps behind him.

"Well, well, well. Mr. McCartney decided he could just skip the welcome process, eh?"

Paul spun around to see an old man with a white beard.

"Well, you're a good sort anyway, so let's get this over with. Here."

The man tossed him a circle of light.

"Pretty much your get-in-free pass for the whole place. Put it on and you'll see. Now, I've got to fly; you've messed up my whole schedule."

With that, the man disappeared, leaving Paul alone.

"Wait!" he cried, clutching the hoop for dear afterlife.

"Put it on… Paulie!" someone said, "On yer… head!"

Paul looked for the speaker, but could find none.

Paul looked at the object in his hand.

"What're… waitin for… loony!"

"Please…! Jus…"

Paul was terrified. He wasn't used to having disembodied voices telling him what to do, and his hands shook as he lifted the circle up over his head.

"Tha's it… my Paulie."

Paul closed his eyes and released the hoop, which didn't fall to his once-again black mop as expected.

"Open yer eyes, ye loony!" a familiar voice cried excitedly.

Paul slowly opened his eyes to see John standing in front of him, eyes glittering with a boyish mischievousness. His arm was around Courtney's shoulder, just like he had always done. A bit farther back from them were Stu and George, both of them smiling at him as they fiddled with their instruments.

However, the person Paul was looking for was nowhere to be seen, and Paul very nearly panicked.

"Where is she?" He cried, looking around frantically.

John smiled and shook his head. "I knew ye weren't the brightest bulb, son, but really now, ye're being jus ridiculous."

Courtney playfully swatted her husband's arm.

Paul was about to demand what they meant when someone tapped his shoulder. He spun around to see the person he was so determined to find. His wife, who had died nine years before himself.

She grinned nervously."Ello, Paul."

Paul stared at her, frozen in shock. She looked exactly as they had when they first met back in '63, when she and Courtney had walked in together to see them play.

"…Paul?" she said, not quite sure of what he'd do.

Paul stood there a moment longer before finally moving, lunging forward to embrace the girl he had missed for so long, and holding her. He pulled away only to capture her lips in a kiss, pouring out all of the heartache and loneliness he had endured during those years.

John stood, feeling a bit awkward as the moments stretched into minutes.

"Think we should stop 'em?"

Courtney rolled her eyes. "Ye practically shagged me on the spot when I got 'ere."

John grinned. "Tha I did. But really, they've got all of eternity to-"

"Oh, jus give 'em a bit longer," she said, planting a kiss on her husband's check.