All In Good Time - A Time Travel Beatles Fanfiction

Track 37 - Wait

It was hours before Lainey slept. She lay awake most of the night, replaying every minute of her night with Paul, more confused than ever. At some point she finally drifted off, because the phone startled her awake, and she opened her eyes to morning sunlight beaming through the sheer curtains beside the bed.

"Hello?" she mumbled groggily into the phone.

"Hi baby. Want to see me before I leave for the day?"

Lainey was instantly wide awake. "Paul? I've never heard your voice on the phone. You sound...just like I thought you'd sound..."

"You sound like my sweet angel. Come over."

In a matter of seconds Lainey had her teeth brushed and her hair scraped back in a pony tail. She threw on a white sundress with tiny yellow stars and dashed out of the room and across the gardens.

John and George were standing in the hallway, glassy-eyed and giggly, sharing a bag of corn chips.

"Hey tits! You're looking lovely today," John loudly pronounced the minute Lainey walked through the door.

"You mustn't call her that, John," George said, frowning.

"Hey lovely! You're looking tits today," John said, even louder.

"Sshh. Stop it. You'll wake the dead." Lainey gave him a hard punch in the shoulder. "Not to mention you're being kind of a dick."

John grunted and shoved the bag of chips at her. He fairly reeked of marijuana. Lainey pushed the bag away. "Isn't it a little early in the morning to be eating chips and smoking weed?"

"Oh pardon me, I didn't know you changed your name to Buzz Killington."

In spite of herself, Lainey giggled. She couldn't believe she was actually here with all of them. George looked as somber and gorgeous as always, and John was a little heavier but as sexy as ever. And when he fastened her with that stare of his, she nearly lost her train of thought. As always.

"You both look great. How're your families?" 

"Well we wouldn't know, would we? Since here we are. And here they aren't," George said reasonably.

"We're having a bash at another film," John said.

"Mmm hmm. How's that going?" Sometimes the hardest part of talking with John was trying not to giggle at everything he said.

"We don't have a title for it yet," John said.

"Working title is Beatles 2," said George.

"It's maddening, we must come up with something soon. George is losing his hair with worry over it," John confided.

"I'm sure you'll come up with something soon."

John continued to fix her with his penetrating gaze. "The making of this unnamed movie is assisted by the communal use of aromatic herbs."

"Does it help you act?"

"No it helps us to not go crackers with boredom."

"It's a drag," George added.

"You're bored in the Bahamas? It's probably snowing back home."

"I suppose it's not so bad," John admitted, after finishing a handful of chips. "It'll be in color and it has a storyline this time. It's a comic strip adventure."

"Did you help write the script?" Lainey asked.

"No. We had a good try, but it was obscene. Had to be banned."