Tell Me What You See

Don't Pass Me By

Coldness filled the blackened night as George and Rita stood in front of Abbey Road studios after John had dropped them off. Ringo bid farewell to them and left. Clouds of white mist swirled out with each breath they exhaled. George stood with his hands in his pockets; Rita curled her arms around herself, tightening her coat in hopes to keep warm. George gave her a grin as his teeth chattered.

"C'mon, I'll give you a lift home. I'm about to freeze out here and by the looks of you, I think you might too." George told her with a small laugh. He turned and unlocked the car door.

Sliding in he opened the passenger side for Rita and then started up the car to warm it up and them.

'Ta George, it's too cold to walk to the tubes." Rita told him mindlessly.

George had seen it coming; he had seen the look on her face when everything happened with Paul and again when she spotted Jane. Rita had fallen for Paul and he knew she had fallen hard. He didn't think he should tell her that Paul had fallen just as hard for her, but he knew somehow that she knew this too. Paul wouldn't do anything about it right away. Paul was funny that way and with everything that was going on, he knew that Paul was to preoccupied by all of this to do anything. Somehow George figured Paul would if all worked out the way they wanted and the alternate destiny didn't win out. He wasn't sure yet, he just felt it. Then again as they had seen anything could happen. He slipped his hand in hers.

Rita snapped out of her thoughts when she felt the warmth of his hand in hers.

She felt the light squeezed of it, his touch told her that he knew. George knew she had fallen for his friend, and he also knew that his friend had fallen for her. She hadn't intended too, neither of them had. It was all to clear to her now how it happened. The dream flickered in her mind as she turned to look up at George's kind and gentle face. His brown eyes searched hers.

"You've fallen for him, gone soft have you?" It was a question that they both knew the answer to. George gazed at her with steady eyes as he waited for her answer.

She met his stare, knowing it was one of concern and emotion, not of anger or disappointment. Rita knew from the moment she had met George that she could tell him anything. She knew that they would be connected as friends for life. Just as her grandmother had been connected to her friend through the kinship of their psychic abilities, so would she with George. She also felt that connection to Paul. She knew that connection would be there for just as long, she just didn't know how he would fit into her life.

"Yes, I'm afraid so George." Her thumb caressed his hand and he turned to her as the heat started to warm the car and them.

"I thought you might. I thought it rubbish when you said that the two of you would take it day by day. I reckon the closeness the two of you have shared is something few people do." George cracked his sore neck and then his thumb met hers. He caught it in his and then released it as he too caressed her hand.

Rita gave him a sad smile, " Those dreams of Paul and I dancing in bare feet, under the stars and dressed in white formals. I know now what they meant. I don't know why I didn't see it sooner. The fog, that was really clouds as our souls met and we danced into the heavens together after we died. I no longer have those dreams, so I know I will be safe. I have touched his soul and he has touched mine." Rita stopped for a minute; a tear ran down her face as she thought about it.

George nodded; he understood exactly what she was telling him. The signs had been there all along and yet neither had seen them. The dream, if he had only listened to her dream he would have known it was Paul and her immediately. Dying together as their souls danced together, forever one in the lord's arms, he thought. It almost seem as if it had come out of a book. This whole situation seem as if it were a novel on a best sellers list. To bad he only wrote music. If things worked out it would make one hell of a book. His mind focused back on Rita.