Yesterday - A Beatles Fanfic

Chapter The Twelfth

George was alone in the living room and was itching for something to do. Paul and Jessie were in the kitchen, and god only knows where Ringo was. John had gone into town for groceries. The only food in the house, aside from the fish and chips that they'd eaten, was a few slices of bread, some crackers, a tin of pickled onions and some expired mustard.

He considered going upstairs and getting his guitar, but he couldn't be bothered. Instead, he grabbed Jessie's guitar from where it lay on the couch. But as he picked it up, unbeknownst to him, the small extra tuning pegs caught on the side of the couch and turned with a subtle click.

George plucked each string, in turn, loosening off the 'A' string a bit.

Then he began to play.

Jessie caught the sound of music playing, and stood in the doorway to the living room, smiling. She had no problem with George using the guitar, but then she froze in terror.

The air around George was shivering with energy.

George saw the look on the girl's face and stopped playing. "What's the matter, Jessie? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

Even though he'd stopped playing, the air still hummed and shimmered. He'd already created too much energy.

"George." She said in a low, serious voice. "Let go of the guitar... now. You have to trust me!"

George looked at her with uncertainty, he was vaguely aware of the room moving around him. Perhaps he should lie down. He didn't quite understand what Jessie's problem was, she'd been fine watching him before. But he took her word for it and put the guitar back on the couch. The room was still spinning. "J-Jess..." He took a step towards her.

The girl shook her head and took a step backwards. "No, no. This is bad! Really bad!"

Paul walked in just in time to see one of his best mates vanish into thin air.

Jessie was left standing alone, wide-eyed and clutching her face with her hands.

"G-George!" Paul cried out. "Wh-what just happened to George!"

Ringo ran down the stairs when he heard the yelling. "What's goin' on?!"

Paul pointed at the empty space on the rug where George had stood seconds earlier. "I don't... He just... G-George! He disappeared!" He gabbled.

Jessie was quivering. Where had George gone? To the future? The past? Either way, this was a serious problem and they had to fix it. Fast.

"Jess. You tell me what happened." Ringo said, as calmly as possible.

"I... He... I don't know!" She said. "I made sure it was fine to play last night! He must have changed the pegs... I told him to put it down... But I was too late! There was too much energy!" Her voice grew higher as she panicked.

Ringo understood her, but Paul was as confused as ever. "What are you on about?!" He cried, slightly hysterical. "George just fucking vanished! Where is he!?"

Jessie met Ringo's eyes and nodded gravely.

"Erm, Paul," Ringo said, sitting the confused man on the couch. "Jessie has somethin' to say."

Jessie cleared her throat. "Yes... I'm sorry you have to find out this way, Paul... But I don't belong in the year 1965."

Paul blinked. "Y-you don't belong in 1965?"

"No. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I was afraid you wouldn't believe me! I... I belong fifty years from now... In 2015. And in that year I'm not seven, I'm fourteen years old." She stared into his eyes. "Paul... I'm from the future."