No. I swear to God, if even one more of you people vote for John, I am going to die. No, really, I am. What part of I don't like him don't you people get???!!! I know what I said, but I'm thinking that I might take all that back. I mean, the people have spoken, and though the poll is still open (PLEASE VOTE ON THAT. THANK YOU) I'm pretty sure of what I want to happen. In other words, I think I've chosen my boy. But, still vote!!! I may change my mind; I actually WANT to change my mind. But, if this is the way it's going to be, I'm going to torture everybody for a while and not tell anybody my choice. But not to worry, there wasn't going to be any of that in this chapter anyways. Anyways, here's chapter two.

The room was dead silent. John stumbled backwards, knocking into the counter. He slowly moved his hands to his hair and he ran them through it. "Oh, well…oh." He turned away from me, and I felt so immeasurably bad.

"I'm so sorry. I thought that was what you wanted!" I bit my lip, taking a step back. I knew what could happen when John Lennon got upset. But he didn't look mad, or even sad really, just defeated. Ringo walked over to him, putting a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"It's okay, mate. It happens to us all eventually." Then he looked at me again, his stare slightly disproving. "Doesn't it?"

I could feel their eyes all on me, and my face got hot. I didn't want to tell them. I really, really didn't. They were all already mad at me, though I hadn't seen the looks on Paul and George's faces. I was sort of dreading turning around.

"Ummm." They continued to stare at me, and I knew the only way out of it was to tell the truth. "I don't know how you or Paul will die." I looked at my feet uncomfortably. George cleared his throat, and I felt him move in front of me, so that if I looked up I would be staring straight at him.

"Well?" he asked gently, lifting my head with the tip of his index finger. My heart raced as I looked into his dark eyes, and I knew I would never be able to tell him.

I struggled to catch my breath again. "I…I'm not going to tell y-you anything til you tell m-me what you're doing here." I stepped back from him, my eyes widened in defiance. He gazed back right back, not saying anything. I wonder what he was looking for, his stare seeping do deeply into me like that. It wasn't uncomfortable, and it wasn't romantic. It just felt like he was trying to find something. All of a sudden his mouth fell open and he took a step backwards, his eyes narrowed in…disbelief?

"Awkward." Paul sang from behind us, rocking on his heels. I turned around, sticking my tongue out at him, and he chuckled brightly.

"But really, what are you doing here? For the sake of the progress with the dream, it would be nice to know." I searched each one of their faces, Paul moving to stand in front me with his band mates. They formed a natural looking line, and it almost made me laugh. There were so many different pictures of them standing side by side, but I figured that was the photographers doing. Now I realized that was just the way they liked to be.

John, surprisingly, spoke before any of them could. I had figured that he was done with his talking for the night. "What the hell are you going on about now?" he asked flatly, his tired eyes roving down to mine.

Paul and Ringo exchanged a look. "Are you okay, love? This isn't a dream." Ringo said, looking skeptical.

Paul shrugged. "I told ye she liked us. Thinks she's dreaming she's so happy that we're here." The boys smirked, but I gave them my most sarcastic smile.

"You're so funny, Paul! But really, I should be waking up any second now, so you might as well get on with it." I waved my hand to show that they could go on any time now.

"Erm…okay. Whatever you'd like to think."

"I AM dreaming!" I yelled stubbornly, forgetting to keep my voice down, as it was nearing one thirty. Jesus, I HAD to be dreaming. Otherwise I was completely delusional and I was hallucinating right now. Which I was not. I didn't think.

"Ooookay." Ringo muttered, looking away and casting a smile to George and Paul. I couldn't stand that I was the outsider here. I mean, did they have to make fun of me RIGHT TO MY FACE???

"Please," I grumbled tiredly, "just tell me what you want from me."

"Well, it started after we were finished playing a show at the Cavern Club. One of our first with Rings." Paul started, finally giving in.

I didn't see how that related to me in any way, shape, or form, but maybe they would get to that part. "Yes…and?"

"I was getting there! We were packing up our stuff when this guy came up to us and told us that we had to follow him. What was his name, George?"

"Er, Dr. Robert Ryan. Nice man."

"Ah, yes! Thank you, George. So, anyways, Dr. Robert tells us to follow him, and he takes us to a room in the back of the club. And then he tells us that we have to go find a girl named Anna Rose. And we're thinking 'Anna Rose? Who the hell is Anna Rose?' And then he explains that we wouldn't know her, seeing as she hasn't been born yet."

The Beatles all nodded solemnly, and I raised my eyebrows. "So Dr. Robert Ryan wanted you to find me. Why?" I knew exactly who Robert Ryan was. Ryan was my mom's maiden name, and his first name had been Bob. He was a doctor, and he moved to England from Ireland to do some work when he was twenty one years old. That was where he met my grandmother, also an Irish immigrant. But how would he know my name? And why did he want the Beatles to meet me?

"We don't know. But he offered us a lot of money to find you and take you back here. And, of course, we jumped on that one. He told us that we had to find you, then call this number when we were done." He pulled out a crinkled napkin.

I was still unconvinced. That made absolutely no sense. But then again, this was a dream. A very long dream, now that I thought of it. "How'd you go from whatever year you're from to 2010?"

"Actually, it's supposed to be 1962." John spoke up. "And it was that Ryan bloke. He told us to close our eyes and one second we were in the back of the Club, and the next we were in your kitchen. And that's what happened. So now can we call the git and get on with it so that we can go home?" He rubbed his face wearily.

1962. So that meant George was…eighteen, if it was still December in Liverpool when we got there. Because I was assuming that's where we were going. But my alarm clock was bound to go off soon, so maybe I wouldn't find out. But anyways, George was my age, which was weird. I don't know why, it just was.

"Fine let's call it. I want to see where this goes." Paul shrugged and reached out for the paper, but Ringo looked at me oddly from the corner of his eye.

"So you ARE Anna Rose, right?" His piercing gaze made me blush a little bit. That, and I wasn't used to anybody calling me Anna. That was usually reserved only for when I was in trouble.

"Technically." The other boys looked up in surprise at my tone, seeing my grimace.

"What do you mean, 'technically'?" John wanted to know, sounding quite irritable. I still felt a little bit bad that I had put him in this mood.

"Well, my first name is Anna, that's true, but Rose is actually my last name. My mom's name is Joan, and she made that my middle name, so everybody just calls me A.J."

"That's a boy's name," George mumbled, "and you are anything but a boy." Paul and Ringo nodded in agreement. John slumped back against the cabinets, not saying anything.

"Thanks. Um, can you guys give John and me a second; I want to talk to him." John narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but made no movement of protest, so the boys filed out, exchanging looks with each other and glancing back at us.

"I'm sorry, John," I said once they were gone. "I didn't mean to…you did say you wanted to know."

He closed his eyes, then reopened them and pushed off the counter. "Will I change everything if I stop it? Now that I know, I have to, don't I?" He looked so lost, so conflicted, I took two steps toward him and placed my hand on his forearm.

"It'll be okay," I murmured, gazing up at him. He looked down at me, then at my hand, then back at me, a slow smile creeping onto his face.

"Anna-"

"It's A.J."

"-if I wanted someone to manhandle me, I would call George back in here let him have a go."

I stared at him blankly. He twisted his face into a serious expression, then lifted my hand off his arm with his other hand. He crossed his arms, cocking his head and looking right down into my eyes. There was something familiar there….

That was when I realized it. "This isn't a dream, is it?" I looked around the room. Everything was way too real to be imagined. John just looked at me. "And you're really John Lennon, aren't you?"

"The one and only," he declared proudly, popping the collar on his leather jacket. I looked over at the three faces that were peering around the corner of the doorway.

"You're really the Beatles, aren't you?" I asked, becoming a little bit dazed. They all nodded, watching me apprehensively. "Oh, my God."

I staggered back into the table, closing my eyes and shaking my head violently. When I opened my eyes, they were still there. "Shit! I'm going crazy!"

Paul stepped forward, grabbing me before I completely lost it and fell down on the floor. He gently lowered me into a chair. "Shhh. It's going to be alright."

My stomach churned, and I felt like I was going to faint. I wondered if all crazy people knew that they were the way they were. Paul pushed my hair out of my face. "You're gonna be fine. We'll just go home, and then you can rest a little bit."

"Huh?" Home? I WAS home. What was he talking…ah, Liverpool. But, I couldn't go there! If I just left, no warning, no good-bye, no anything, my parents would die with worry! And who knows how long I'd be gone. "No, I'm sorry, I can't go with you."

"WHAT?!" John exploded. Oh, God. "We come all the way here, go through all the trouble of convincing you, and then right when we're about to go, you back out? We would be losing actual MONEY!!! No, I refuse to hear this; you're going."

What the hell? He couldn't order me around like that. Especially not for money. "You are a selfish, pig bastard, John Lennon. And I am NOT going with you." The room was completely silent, and fire danced in John's eyes. Then, Ringo snorted into his palm, and Paul looked at me in awe.

"You," he uttered, "are a brave girl." I had to smile a little bit. It felt unbelievable to render John speechless.

"Yes," George agreed, moving out of the doorway on which he was leaning. "But be that as it may, I think you should go with us. It won't take too long. We'd have you back here before you knew it."

George cringed a little bit when I opened my mouth, but I wouldn't yell at him. "I really can't take that risk, though. I have school, my family, a life. I can't just leave it all behind at the drop of a hat."

John sighed, as though all this came back to him. "Fine, then. I personally promise that you will be back here by morning. Now will you come on?"

I looked down, contemplating this. It was kind of a lot for them to ask of me. And they didn't even really know what Doctor Robert wanted. But, somehow, I trusted him. It was irrational, true, but in some odd way, I believed that he would bring me back. And that was why I stood up, grabbed the phone, and said, "Okay. Let's do this."

John didn't look too surprised, but the other three were staring at me like I was completely mad. I ignored their looks, holding out my hand for the napkin with the number. Paul silently handed it over.

I dialed the number on the phone, pressed speakerphone, and waited for somebody to pick up.

"A.J.," the voice on the other line muttered on the third ring. It gave me chills, and I recognized that voice instantly. There was the same heavy Irish accent, the deepness, the gentleness when he spoke my name. This was definitely my grandfather.

"Yes?"

"The boys found you then?" It wasn't actually a question. I mean, why else would I be calling a number that was forty-eight years old?

"Yes. But, Pop, I don't understand-"

"And you're all ready?" I looked around the room, and they all nodded.

"Why not."

"Close your eyes then, child, and tell them boys to do the same."

"Alright, then." I watched as one by one the boys closed their eyes. I took a deep breath, and slowly eased my eyelids down.

Nothing happened.

Just as I was wondering what was going on, and how ridiculous I looked, I heard Ringo say, "Aye, I reckon ye can open your eyes now."

I blushed, springing my eyes open. Paul and John were already gone, and George and Ringo were smirking at me. My eyes started to adjust to the lack of light, and the haze of smoke that was clouding over my head.

"Where are we?" I asked, shaking my head to clear it.

Just then, the door slammed open, and an angry John burst through it. The haze of smoke turned into a screen, and I thought I would die of lung cancer just from standing there. "Where is that Irish bloke, anyways? He just left us! Where's our money?"

Paul followed him in the back room, looking much more relaxed. "Before you go yelling at her again, we should probably show her around a little bit. Eh, Johnny?"

John grunted, crossing his arms. George grabbed my hand, leading me down a hallway, where I could hear an increasingly loud noise. We turned a sharp left, and I stopped dead in my tracks, the sound level threatening to blow me back into Ringo. There was a sea of people, all dressed in black, and every one of them either seemed to be holding a bottle of beer or a cigarette. There was a youthful band mounting the stage, and I remembered that Paul had said they had just finished playing a show.

A girl in a slinky, dark colored dress pushed past me, giving me a withering look. "Hey, boys," she rasped with a thick smoker's voice. John winked at her, and Paul smiled. Disgusting.

"Mm mm, Rita," John whispered to Paul. Ringo gave them a dirty look, shushing them.

George dropped my hand and spread his arms out proudly, gesturing to everything in the tiny space. "This," he announced, "is the Cavern Club."

Ooookay, so, what do we know now? Out main character's name is A.J. Rose, she is eighteen, she lives in Chicago (the greatest place in the world to live :^) ), and she thinks she is crazy because the Beatles went into the future and practically kidnapped her. I wouldn't mind that part so much, and I'm sure you would agree with me. I have the BEST idea for this, and all you John-lovers are gonna totally 'AWWWW' when I finally get around to it, which won't be for a little while. But there are many questions still, like why does George keep looking at her funny? And why does A.J.'s grandfather want her to go back in time? And most importantly, WHO WILL SHE END UP WITH!!!??? Ok, that part I sort of already know. But you don't, so ha. REVIEW!!! Oh, and please please vote on my poll, I want to see some people be a little more creative and make me change my mind. THANKS!!!