Here, There and Everywhere

Chapter 1

"Oi, John!" An outraged George cried out as John ran through the plane that was empty with the exception of the fab four. George rose from his seat, running after John. "I was reading that, you bloody wanker!"

"You aren't anymore." The aquiline nosed man snickered, manuevering through the isles of the jet with ease. He hid in the seat beside Paul, who sighed in annoyance although there was a smile of amusement lighting up his lovely face.

George's brows furrowed further in annoyance. "I'm not kidding, Lennon. Give me back me book. There's nothing to do on this bloody plane, and you're not taking away the one thing that was giving me at least a bit of entertainment."

"Sheesh, fine." John grumbled, handing the book back to George who walked away, satisfied. John groaned, sliding back and sitting normally in the seat beside Paul. "Someone's got a stick up their arse." He muttered, making Paul snicker.

As Ringo exited the bathroom and walked into the seating area, the plane jolted. Each of the boys wideened their eyes in surprise, exchaning looks. It was silent for a moment, the rain on the windows being the only sound. "Why do you lot all look scared out of your minds?" John was the first to break the silence.

"You were scared, too, mate." Paul pointed out the obvious. John huffed, shaking his head.

"As if I'd be scared of that! Look, the plane just hit a bloody wind current or something and I knew it. You bleeding babies are the scared ones."

Before Paul could point out that John still looked scared, the plane jolted again, and more violently that time. There was a crackle before the pilot's voice was heard. "Everyone please get into your seats. We're experiencing some minor difficulties." With another crackle, the voice was gone.

"It's like 'e doesn't know we're the only ones 'ere." John spoke up as Ringo sat in the seat beside George.

"Maybe 'e doesn't, you know." Ringo pointed out, shifting in the seat so he could get comfortable. "Or mabe 'e just doesn't care."

"He should. We're the bloody Beatles, for Christ's sake." John grumbled. His bad attitude was a result of his apprehension towards the plane's behavior.

The plane jolted again so bad that Ringo nearly sailed out of his seat. George kept the boy steady, asking if he was alright asPaul's eyes widened in the front. 

"You boys feel that?" He questioned, looking wildly around at the other three.

"The feeling of.." George trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. If he finished it, it would seem all more real that their lives were in danger and that they had a chance of not making it off of that flight.

"Of falling." John finished, clenching his jaw in an attempt to not show the fear he was feeling. God, they were barely starting out and now they were going to die? He didn't know what to do. His life began flashing before his eyes, or rather lack there of. It wasn't fair. There were so many things he didn't get to try, so many things that he wanted to see.

He wanted to say something to comfort the other boys for they looked scared out of their minds, but he couldn't think of anything at the moment. By the time he did, everything turned white in his vision and he heard a loud beeping.