Hi! Isn't 3 reviews close enough to 4? I think so...Anyway. Hope you like this chappie. It's more focused on Leslie's relationship with George. Nothing romantic obviously, but more of a brother/sister thing.

"Les!" George yelled shaking Leslie's shoulder, "Wake up, love." Leslie swatted at him and George giggled.

"Go away George," she moaned, "Go bug Emily."

"Well I already did and she's awake and gathering her things." George said smirking, "I thought you were excited to come to India?!"

Emily sat up quickly and shoved George aside, "A 'We're here!' would have been helpful!" she called over her shoulder as she hurried over to where Emily was on the plane. George rolled his eyes and laughed as he walked over to where John was talking to Ringo. Paul was still asleep and John was trying to decide how to wake him up.

John figured he deserved some torture for what he did to Leslie, but he couldn't find anything terrible enough. George found it strange that John and Ringo were on leslie's side when Paul was their best mate. George only cared about Leslie because he'd gotten to spend the most time with her through Emily. The group rarely turned their backs on each other over a girl, but when they did it wasn't something that went down nicely. During the time John was trying to come up with something George saw Leslie walk up and smack Paul with a pillow. She started to laugh when he jumped awake and looked at her. He made a face at her.

"What was that for exactly?" he asked throwing the pillow back at her. She stopped laughing instantly.

"There's no need to be harsh about it." she said as she turned around, "I was just waking you up before John did something terrible to you." George pushed down the urge to lash out at Paul. Leslie had every right to hit him with a pillow, and he knew it. She had every right to hit him with whatever she liked actually.

George walked up to Emily and pecked her cheek before they all got off the plane. Once they were free of the airport and the plane, they were taken to a small little hotel. It was more like a motel that was considered crappy everywhere else. George wouldn't have called it crappy anyway, but it was the best one in India and he rather liked it. There were no locks on the doors, which George found surprising, yet refreshing because it meant it was a rather trustworthy place to be. There was one bed in each room. They were double beds with bright blankets and pillows. George loved every bit of it. He and Leslie were having a ball as they led the group around to place.

"OK," George said giving Leslie a playful shove as they came to a stop in front of a row doors, "Emily's clearly sharing with me, Cynthia with John, Mo is clearly with Richie, and so forth."

"Leslie shoved him back before she spoke, "So where's my room, Geo?" she asked with a smirk as he stumbled a little.

"It's right here." George pushed open a door and playfully shoved Leslie in. She laughed and walked around the room, looking at the pictures on the wall and brightly colored carpets on the floor. George grabbed Emily's hand and pulled her to where their room was. It was three doors from Leslie's. Cynthia and John took the room next to Leslie's and Paul took the one in between John and George. Ringo and Maureen were left with the room on George and Emily's other side.

George was unpacking a few of his things when Paul walked in and cleared his throat. George looked up and his smile faded a little.

"What is it Paul?" he asked. Paul shifted uncomfortably on his feet.

"Um, I just want to tell you how sorry I am." he said, "I know I should be apologizing to Leslie, but I know if I try to get anywhere close to her you'll only shew me away." George shrugged before Emily stepped in.

"Paul, I think George forgot to tell you," she said giving George a glance, "This trip we're forgetting about all that until we get back to London." Paul looked blankly between Emily and George before he nodded slowly.

"OK," he said, "then I'll just go..." he turned around and left the room. Emily sighed and looked at George, who'd gone back to unpacking.

"George," she said, "You gotta forgive him." George looked at her and made a face.

"Who says?" he asked shrugging casually. Emily rolled her eyes.

"George, he won't even talk to Leslie if you're mad at him." Emily said throwing a brightly colored pillow at him, hitting him in the shoulder, "He's clearly upset that he hurt Leslie so bad and he doesn't know what to do."

"OK, fine," George huffed, "I'll forgive him or whatever. I just feel like I'm responsible for Leslie in a way."

"Well you are!" Emily said, "She's my sister, love. She sees you like a big brother. She looks up to you. Which also means if you don't forgive Paul then she won't either."

"Maybe I don't want her to..." George mumbled heading out the door. Emily chucked another pillow at him. He caught this one and threw it back at her. She laughed a little and rolled her eyes at him.

He walked over to Leslie's room and grinned when he found her childishly jumping on the bouncy bed. He laughed and she looked at him. She jumped once and landed on her arse before getting up and walking up to him. She suddenly wrapped her arms around him in a hug. He hugged her tight and he kissed the top of her head.

"Thank you." she said gently. He sighed and giggled a little.

"What for?" he asked resting his cheek against the top of her head. She looked up at him and grinned.

"For looking out for me." she said, "For getting me to smile even though I felt like I was going to drown in my own self pity." George chuckled and he kissed her forehead.

"No problem, love!" He said. He gave her a goofy grin and she laughed, "Hey you wanna go have a look around?" Leslie grinned and nodded before he took her hand and pulled her along.