temporary fix || george harrison

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GEORGE WHISPERED her name like it was a prayer. Or perhaps like a curse.

There she stood, in a pair of blue jeans and a soft almost ethereal pink blouse. Her beautiful brown hair in a tussle, as if she'd been through an elemental windstorm. She'd looked different, George first registered. Something was off about her, like the light had been extinguished within her.

It was unnerving.

The time traveling beauty's face was want of colour, her eyes shrouded by vague shadows. Twas not the young lady George had met before. No, for she had been replaced by.... something else entirely.

"George." Juliet whispered back in relief, her knotted brow finally relaxing as she made the attempt to move forward into the studio. George's dark eyes flitted away from her gaze, his face the perfect portrait of nonchalance.

She pretended to not see his aversion, if only for a shallow attempt to not to feel the void beginning to form in her chest.

"How are you here? How did you get back?" Paul took the first snip, his voice unforgiving and piercing as he stood protectively between George and John.

A loyal friend and general indeed, to guard the two guitarists from a 20 year old girl.

Juliet gnawed at her bottom lip as she postulated her answer, her breath unsuccessfully returning to her chest in full. She was here. By some unknown, divine intervention, she was back. What did it all mean? Was it Kronos? Was it Hades who brought her back here?

Choosing her words wisely, Juliet answered amongst the mixed company.

"I wasn't planning on visiting, I'd been quite set on where I was. But I'd found myself appearing here, as if it were out of my control." Juliet exacted, maintaining eye contact with the bassist.
She was hoping the true meaning of her words had gotten across to the four lads she missed so dearly, that she'd almost been driven mad.

John stared at his former paramor with a mixture of awe and excitement- it wasn't too late. She'd come back, and perhaps this time, she'd stay.

George's face was less than thrilled, in fact, Juliet would dare to guess that George wanted to be anywhere else in the godforsaken world than right here, reuniting with her.

She was going to vomit, perhaps all over the tufted carpet across the studio's floor.

"You should've telephoned ahead, we're quite busy you see." Paul bit out coldly, his arms flexed and crossed across his chest as Ringo stood up from behind his drum set and made his way to the increasingly drawn Juliet. A peacemaking gesture, as if Ringo knew when to call mercy.

The room was so tense with the unspoken acknowledgement of Juliet's "suprise" visit that one more word, and the studio would've gone up in flames. Good, maybe it would consume the time-traveler whole so that she may never have to feel.... whatever this pitiful agony that was tearing at her heart.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, darling." Ringo pulled a slightly trembling Juliet into his arms and cupped the back of her head, holding her frail body close to his own.

Juliet's rigid form relaxed just a fraction as her friend comforted her, knowing that Ritchie always knew when a hug was due. And boy, after this siberian reception, the time traveler needed an embrace from a goddamn bear.

"Don' worry, luv. I'll talk 'em down. Go have a cuppa with Brian in the booth. We're almost done 'ere." Ringo whispered softly into Juliet's ear with a gentle voice, as if he could hear the sirens screaming murder inside of the young woman's head.