Talk about Magical Mysteries

A Hard Day's Night

A/N:  Beatles to battle!

Thank you guys for reading this, it means a lot to me to see people enjoying this fun piece.  A little humour returns with this as we get into a little action.

Reminder, "-o-" for The Beatles, and "-oo-" for the Wizards.  Though in this chapter, we hear nothing directly from the Wizards

-o-

It was all quiet, as it was on the western front. While airborne, they were not moving forward.

It was just a moment where they were simply in nothing.

Even Old Fred wanted to give them a little breather before they step into the squall, it seemed. Paul found that mighty kind of him, considering he was little to an outsider to their group, having only sailed the seas only to save his own people. Now, he was called to escort them to well... save people again, he supposed.

"Young lads, are you ready to head out?" he asked, to be certain, and Paul answered with a pointed finger to his lips.

"Five more minutes.. Young Fred." No one was awake to chide him about the older man's age now, so Paul didn't have to watch his honorific. "They need this."

The old man set the Submarine to a halt upon reaching a high roof and crept up closer to the four at the back, watchfully so the three won't wake up. If he recalled well, the Beatles were mere children, barely thirty. They haven't lived the bigger pars of their lives yet but had the responsibilities of one twice their age. Paul for example, was at the tender age of 24, and the oldest, Ringo, was only 26, and still, they had weights of a man his age. It wouldn't be surprising if they grew tired of it and needed to take it off somehow.

"Are they alright?"

Paul's smile told him they will be. If there was something that Old Fred liked about the boy, was how hopeful he always was. He remembered when they saw Ringo eject himself when they were in the Sea of Monsters—or was it Imagination? They jokingly wondered what they could do, and Paul calmly claimed that they'll go save the poor devil, despite having no actual combat experience.

The three jumped into action that time, and you know, they did really save him.

Old Fred didn't have to worry about them abandoning each other. They were one, not four.

"Will you be?"

Paul's eyes perked up in curiosity.

"Your Manager said you weren't doing well..."

Paul giggled lightly.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be fine. We'll all be fine."

Old Fred smiled back, ruffling the soft, smooth mop top of his little friend.

"That optimism is why they chose you lads."

Slowly, Paul did begin to understand Brian's belief that they what he initially found impossible. It might take more than just singing songs, though.

"We're going to need help, though. Verbal actions don't always end up saving people."

"Yes, we have the Submarine for horsepower. You lads are not alone."

Paul hummed, taking a glance at his three friends. While George was the closest to him, he only stirred before nestling himself on his shoulder again, Ringo didn't make a sound, and John had a ghost of a smile.

They were not alone by themselves, and they appreciated that.

The Submarine continued to fly in the air, and Paul continued humming a little tune to himself, hands occupied with the three boys asleep. He wondered how long they were up worrying about his state of mind that felt too clear at this current moment. Must've been long for them to be snoring breaths. Perhaps they drew comfort from the smooth sailing.