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Tomorrow Never Knows; A Beatles fic
Topic Started: January 9, 2016, 7:47 pm (189 Views)
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This story is actually the same story that I am rewriting as Lady of the Lake on the main fic forum. Nobody was reading it so I decided to post it here and see if anyone likes it. Feedback is appreciated.

Chapter 1
"Why in the bloody hell are we going all the way to Yorkshire on holiday, Eppy? It's cold and damp and the sun never shines", muttered John.

"We have been on tour for nearly a year and we all need a holiday, we are going to have a group holiday where no one is going to be in trouble. And Jessa knows the owner", said Brian, watching as the bags were loaded onto the coach.

"Just because your bird recommended it doesn't mean it's good", teased George, watching their normally stoic manager flush bright red.

"Lay off, George. Eppy has got the most gorgeous bird as his assistant and he doesn't fancy shagging her", joked Paul as Brian gave them a look and the others laughed.

The group straightened up when Jessamyn Jarvis came out of the office, John openly admiring her legs underneath the blue knee-length skirt. "Lads, you have to get on the coach", she said, her crisp voice with a hint of a Yorkshire accent.

"Aye, Miss Jessa. We'll get on't bus", he teased, mimicking her accent.

"Get on the coach, John", she retorted.

John saluted her and laughed as she scowled. Eppy has got the finest bird in England as his secretary and he's a queer. Maybe this is going to be an interesting trip after all, he mused, his gaze lingerint on her legs. Jessa was nearly tall as him with wavy reddish-gold hair, her slim legs and shapely ass visible under her skirt. Even in a gray suit with her hair pulled back, Jessa was a strikingly pretty woman with the high cheekbones and full lips of a model, her green eyes with golden highlights slightly tilted at the corners giving her a vaguely exotic look.

Everyone got on board the coach and the driver did a head count, starting the engine and closing the door. The place have better be good, maybe the others will find nice birds, he mused.

"You fancy the Ice Queen, John?", teased Ringo.

John was glad Brian and Jessa were on the other end of the bus, or he would have quieted the drummer. "Yeah, she's a fine looking bird. And she's a redhead, no real redhead is that frigid. Eppy's queer and he has a fancy bird as his assistant, someone has got a sense of humor", he chuckled.

"I hope Yorkshire birds are nice, I haven't been there since I was a lad", said Paul.

"Probably, me aunt is from Ripon and we'd go visit. The birds there are nice, a lot of blonds and redhead and tall, there's a lot of Viking genes", said George.

"Very nice, at least they'll be nice birds", said Ringo approvingly.

The coach went north from London on the M1, crossing the city limits past the suburbs and into the gentle rolling hills of the Chilterns. The scenery gradually grew more rugged the further north they went until they crossed the Humber at Hull, the industrial port a poor introduction to this beautiful region.

"We're in God's Own Country, Brian", she said.

"I love Yorkshire, I went to a summer camp in the Dales where I did a lot of horseback riding. One of our biggest stores is in Leeds, the people are wonderful", he said.

"Aye, we're honest folks and know how to make a quid. And we're not soft like folks down't south", she said.

"Your Yorkshire is coming out", he teased.

"Aye, I am a Yorkshire lass from Rosedale. And you're a Scouser, in spite of everything", she laughed.

"Correct, but I don't have the accent. Is the town busy now?", he asked.

"No, it's past the heather season and many of the tourists already left. There going to be a few people, perhaps elderly people or backpackekrs. The lads won't get into trouble, there's only a few pubs. A lot of people go for the hiking, especially in summer and autumn with the heather. The lads are going to relax and so are you, you work like a dog", she teased.

"I know, that's how we got to the top. At least they won't get into mischief", said Brian.

The band looked on with dismay as the coach stopped in front of a large forbidding Victorian-style hotel atop a hill overlooking the village of Rosedale. The sky was gray with darker patches and thin streaks of light peeking through, the moors and valleys below a dun expanse of dark green and brown with the last of the heather adding a tiny bit of color.

"This is like Wuthering Heights", said Paul.

"Wuthering Heights is overrated, the best Bronte novel is Jane Eyre. Catherine is a poor excuse for a Yorkshirewoman. Us Yorkshirewomen aren't weak and barmy", said Jessa.

"I wouldn't mind being your Heathcliff, but you've got more life than Catherine, love", said John with a flirtacious smile.

"Jane Eyre is a better woman. And I don't want a Heathcliff, I want a stable man", she huffed.

John just winked at her and the group went inside to check in. The lobby was as forbidding as the moors outside, dimly lit with wooden-panelled walls and stuffed mounted animal heads looking down with glass eyes. Brian spoke to the elderly man on duty and handed them their keys. "John and Paul share a room, George and Ringo share one and I'll share with Jessa", he said.

John was glad that the roomw as clean and spacious as he quickly put away his things. "Trust Eppy to share a room with a nice bird and he's a queer", he laughed.

Paul nodded and took out a pack of Winstons, breaking the seal and offering him one. "Yeah, and you fancy her. I can see why, she's a fine looking bird and she's an ice queen. Do you think she's going to shag him?", he laughed.

"Are you kidding? Eppy would faint if saw a pair of tits, and he wouldn't know what to do with a pair of tits anyways. Just remember I fancy her, George said Yorkshire birds are nice", said John, lighting his cigarette.

Paul lit his own cigarette and took a drag. "I know, I don't poach my mates birds. I'll find a nice Yorkshire lass of my own", he said.
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Thanks for the feedback :wavey

Chapter 2

"You have to try a full Yorkshire tea, it's nearly as good as a Devonshire one", said George.

"All right, I just hope it won't be a bunch of old ladies", said Ringo as they entered the hotel restaurant.

The duo sat near a window that looked out onto the moors, just as the sun began to set. George ordered the full afternoon tea and glanced around, seeing mostly older women having their tea. A slow smile formed on his face when he saw a young woman seated nearby reading. Her wavy-jet black hair hung loose around her shoulders which contrasted with her milky pale skin, not unlike a fairy princess. She looked in their direction and her eyes were the darkest shade of brown, almond-shaped and intelligent. She has beautiful sloe eyes, he thought.

"Not a bad-looking bird, she don't look English", said Ringo.

George put on a smile and walked over to her table, sitting down opposite her. "Hello, mind if join you?", he asked.

The girl put down her book and looked at him with her dark eyes. "Y porque, senor?", she retorted.

"You're Spanish, huh?", he asked.

"Si, my father is Spanish and my mother is French Canadian. I am Dahlia Torres", she said.

"And I'm George, a beautiful name for a beautful lady", he said gallantly.

"And I was told Englishmen are cold, verdad? Papi no dice verdad", she laughed.

"What does that mean?", he asked.

"It means my dad was wrong, he did spend some time in England before going back to Madrid", she said.

"What brings you to Yorkshire, are you having a holiday too?", he asked.

"Sort of, my friends and I graduated from Uni and this is our little vacation", she replied.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Torres. I'm George and I'm from Liverpool and I'm in a band with my best mates", he said.

"It was Skye's idea, she's English and she loves Yorkshire even though she is a Geordie", she said.

Dahlia followed George to the table and pulled out a chair for her."Ritchie, this is Dahlia Torres. Dahlia, this is my mate Ritchie", he said.

"Glad to meet you, Miss Torres. George, this is our first day here and you already got yourself a nice Spanish bird", he teased.

George blushed. "Don't mind him, his mum dropped him on the head when he was a lad", he joked.

Dahlia laughed. "I am not a bird, but he means well. How do you like Yorkshire", she asked.

"We just got here, maybe tomorrow we can go hiking", said Ringo.

A young blond woman wearing a Newcastle United scarf came over to their table and embraced her. "I was looking for ya, hinny", she said in a Geordie accent.

"Lo siento. Skye, this is George and Ritchie. This is me amiga Inglesa Skye Armstrong", she said.

"Hello, miss. That is an unusual name", said Ringo.

"I know, me mum is Scottish from the Isle of Skye and me Da is a Geordie born and bred", she laughed.

Ringo held out a chair for her and his gaze lingered on her backside for a moment. Looks like George isn't the only one who might get with a bird, he mused. She was a tiny girl who barely came up to his shoulders, her long blond hair in a fat braid down to her waist and clear blue eyes. She wore jeans and a plain black t-shirt with the black and white Newcastle scarf around her neck, the Magpie swaying lightly.

"So, you girls are here after Uni"?, asked George as a waitress arrived with their tea.

"Si, we all graduated from Uni and I got my bachelor's in French and I minored in literature", said Dahlia.

"And I got mine in Spanish and minored in history", said Skye as the men looked impressed.

"Blimey, you are clever birds. All I know is English", joked Ringo.

"I grew up speaking French and Spanish, but Canadian French. It's sort of like the difference between British and American English", she explained.

"How did French people wind up in Canada?", asked Ringo.

"Quebec was settled by the French in the 1500's, then the British took over int he 1670's. They do speak English with an accent, but many of the older folks onlly know French. Vous comprends, mes amis?", she laughed.

"I love when birds speak French, it's a fine language", said George.

"Oui, mon ami Anglais. Et hommes Anglais sont bon", she teased.

"I hope that isn't anything bad", said George.

"It's not, believe me. I know French, but the real French from Frnace, not Canadian French. It's a mutant dialect", said Skye.

"Oh, that sounds like all the different ways we speak in England", said George as the girls nodded.



Meanwhile, Paul cursed under his breath as he pulled the knob on the cigarette vending machine. "Bloody fucking piece of shit", he muttered.

"And I thought us Ozzies had dirty mouths", chuckled a female voice with an Australian accent.

Paul finally got the cigarette box out of the machine and picked it up, turning around and a smile forming on his face. "It is bad manners not to reply, mate", she said.

"I was just distracted, I had no idea we had beautiful Australian fans here in Yorkshire", he said gallantly.

"And I didn't know English blokes could be so full of it. I am Veteema Butler", she said.

Paul winked and kissed her hand. "Glad to meet you, Miss Butler. That is an unusual name", he said.

"Thank you, it's Finnish, my mum is from Finland. And everyone knows who you are, Mr. McCartney", she teased.

"I didn't know we were that big in Australia, Miss Butler. And it's always a pleasure to meet fans, especially beautiful ones", he said.

"You are too full of yourself", she retorted.

"It's the Irish in me, Miss Butler", he laughed.

"You have too much swagger, Mr. McCartney", she huffed.

First day here in Yorkshire and I run across a beautiful bird, he mused. She was just an inch shorter than him with long straight coppery hair and unusual blue-green eyes, wearing jeans and a pale green blouse that accentuated her coloring.

"Can I make it up to you?", he asked cheekily.

Veteema smiled before slapping his face. "I'm not an easy girl, Mr. McCartney. You are going to need to try harder", she said before walking away.

"Looks like your bird is leading you on a chase", said John, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Paul took out a cigarette and offered him one. "Like you have any luck with Jessa, mate. Oh well, if it wasn't easy, it wouldn't be fun", he said.

"We got time", said John.
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Chapter 3

"I can't believe we met the Beatles", whispered Skye.

"I know, but that's going to add a whole new wrinkle. But after we leave, everything will go back to normal and they'll forget everything", said Dahlia.

"I hope so, Paul McCartney is insufferable. He thinks he's God's gift to women, he's handsome but a knob", said Veteema in dismay.

"And that would be awesome, if it was the other way", said Leo.

"That's because you're gay, that was illegal back then", chided Skye.

"Yeah, that's one thing I don't miss. Of all the places we go to, we go back to a time where I can be convicted felon", Leo grumbled.

"It's safe here, it's a rural village in Yorkshire. We can't go until we're summoned", said Veteema.

"I hope none of you get pregnant from the Beatles, imagine what a mess that would be", joked Leo.

"You would have a very cool niece or nephew", teased Dahlia.

"No, becausse Paul McCartney is a total plonker", Veteema retorted.

"Hello ladies and gent, do you want to join us?", asked Paul, a smile on his face and his eyes checking out Veteema.

"Why don't you piss off, you Pommie wanker?", she retorted.

"I was never a prisoner of her majesty, but maybe some of my relatives here. They were Irish after all", he chuckled.

"Paul, don't bother the poor girl. I am Jessamyn Jarvis and I have to mind this lot", said Jessa apolegetically.

"As long as he stays away from me I'll be fine, Miss Jarvis", said Veteema, giving Paul a look.

"I can't help it, Miss Butler. It's not everyday one comes across a beautiful Australian girl in Yorkshire", he said gallantly as Veteema just snorted.

"Lads, let's get everything off on the right foot. I am terribly sorry, I am Brian Epstein, I am in charge of these boys", he said, shaking everyone's hands.

"That's all right, mate. If anyone messes with the girls, I'll kick their asses", said Leo.

Brian nodded as the group was seated at a long table. He couldn't help but glance over at Leo as a dull blush crept up his neck, thinking the young man was quite handsome. Leo was of average height with wavy dark hair and an olive complexion which contrasted with his bright blue-green eyes, the same color as his sister's. With my luck, he's not queer, he thought sadly.

"Are you Australian?", he asked.

"Yeah, from Perth. I don't have any Pom in me, though, Mum is Finnish and Dad is Italian Argentine, they left for Australia after everything went tits up everywhere else. I'm Leonardo Scangelo and you have met my sister Veteema, we got different dads so that's why we don't look alike", he laughed.

"I suppose so, you look very Latin. I'm Brian Epstein and I'm all Pom, that and Jewish", he said as they shook hands.

"Glad to meet you, I just hope McCartney doesn't keep botheringher, her dad is from Texas", joked Leo.

"I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Scangelo", he said as the waiter arrived with a tray of beers.

"I like a girl who can drink a pint", said John approvingly.

Jessa gave him a look. "I'm not a soft southern girl, Mr. Lennon. I was weaned on strong ales and cold northern winters", she retorted.

"I'm a northener too, remember? And my father's family is Irish, so we're big drinkers as well", he teased.

"Mr. Lennon, please I remember I work for Brian", she said coolly.

John just laughed, his brown eyes full of amusement. "You try to act all fancy like a posh London lay, but you are really a hot blooded Yorkshirewoman, Jessamyn Jarvis", he drawled.

"Don't say that", she hissed.

John grinned like a Cheshire cat."I love getting under your skin, Jessa. You have a fire underneath, and I intend to find it", he chuckled.

Both George and Ringo and Dahlia and Skye tried not to laugh. "He fancies here but she won't go for it, it just gets under her skin. It's fun to watch", said George.

"You mean she's a Tsundere?", asked Skye.

"What's that?", asked Ringo.

Skye mentally cursed herself for opening her mouth. "It's a Japanese term, it means someone who is hot and cold. Like a girl who both hates and loves the boy she fancies, they might actually like them but act coolly towards them", she explained.

"That makes sense, Jessa is always telling John to stop bothering her but maybe she secretly fancies him. It's fun to watch", said George.

"You are going to have to try harder than that, Mr. McCartney. Je comprends?", asked Veteema.

"Oui, mademoiselle. Tu es mais belle", he said with a smile.

"Est vous, non tu. I don't know you well enough", she retorted.

"Pardon, but my French isn't that good. What else you can you speak?", he asked.

"Spanish, Finnish, Russian and Swedish, Mr. McCartney. Mum is a translator for a publishing company and she is from Finland, they study Russian and Swedish in schools there", she said.

Paul let out a low whistle. "And all I know is English and some French from secondary school and German I picked in Hamburg", he said.

"You are actually a decent chap when you aren't full of yourself", she admitted grudgingly.

"I do have a nice side too, Miss Butler. Can we start again?", he asked.

Veteema laughed and Paul smiled back. Her red hair gleamed under the lights and her blue eyes were merry, her light blue dress flattering her hair and clinging to her curves. "You may, but I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot. I am Veteema Butler from Perth, Australia. I am 22 years old, a graduate of the University of Liverpool, I have a BA in Russian and hope to get my masters. Oh, and I like country music and Dad taught me to play guitar", she said.

"I'm Paul McCartney, I am 23 from Liverpool. I play bass but I also know how to play guitar, drums and piano. I'm also lefthanded, my grandparents came from Ireland and my dad played in a ragtime band", he said.

"My dad played baseball when he lived in the US and he is a coach for our local baseball team",she said.

"Interesting. I much prefer footy, I'm an Evertonian", he said.

"I don't like footy, I love baseball because of Dad. He played for Boston and the New York Giants until he hurt himself. Now he coaches on the local team", she said.

Brian watched the happy couples and sighed, excusing himself to smoke a cigarette. Everyone is partnered up, I'm the only queer and the lad I fancy is probably straight, he thought with a dry chuckle.

He took out a cigarette and his silver lighter, lighting the tip and taking a drag. A few of the houses in the village had their lights on and the pale new moon and stars barely added any extra light, the moors dark and forbidding like the seas. Up here, the stars were more visible than in any northern city or London as they gleamed against the black velvet sky.

"Can I bum a smoke?", asked Leo.

Brian was momentarily startled when the young man came up behind him. "Oh, you just startled me there. Here you go", he said, handing him a cigarette and the lighter.

Leo took a drag and exhaled, nodding in approval. "Nice, Dunhill. Dad would kill me if I smoked, he used to be a footy player", he laughed.

The two men smoked their cigarettes in a companionable silence. Brian watched Leo's tanned fingers holding the cigarette and his lips around the filter, feeling a warmth in the pit of his belly as he squirmed. "Mr. Epstein, are you queer?", he asked.

Brian flushed bright red and hurriedly glanced around. "What is it to you?", he hissed.

"I figured it out, I'm queer myself. You learn the little things", he said.

Brian sighed in relief and felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "It's something I hide, the wrong people can find out", he said.

"I know, especially since you manage the Beatles. My dad knows and he's accepting", said Leo.

"My family is very posh, I'm supposed to take over the family business", said Brian.

"That stinks. Are you rooming with the sheila?", he teased.

"Yeah, that's my personal assistant Jessa. Someone has got a crazy sense of humor", he chuckled.

"God, Yahweh, Odin, whoever. And she and John really fancy each other", said Leo with a laugh.

"He fancies her, I don't know about her. I'm not sure how girls act when they like blokes", joked Brian.

"John is divorced and I don't want him using Jessa as a rebound. She's a serious, hardworking Yorkshirewoman but a real nice girl once you get to know her, I don't want her to get hurt", said Brian.

"Keep an eye on them, kick his ass if he tries anything", said Leo.

Brian nodded and stubbed out his cigarette. He felt bold all of a sudden and held out his hand and they walked hand in hand back to the table, much to everyone's amusement. "Ooh Eppy, you got yourself a fine lad, eh?", teased John.

"Shut yer mouth", hissed Jessa.

"Lady Jessa, that's going to be us soon", he drawled.

John just winked at her and chuckled as the color rose on her cheeks and the flush reached her neck, her green eyes shooting daggers at him. "You must a be real redhead, you get angry like one", he quipped.
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"I can't believe we met the Beatles", whispered Skye.

"I know, but that's going to add a whole new wrinkle. But after we leave, everything will go back to normal and they'll forget everything", said Dahlia.

"I hope so, Paul McCartney is insufferable. He thinks he's God's gift to women, he's handsome but a knob", said Veteema in dismay.

"And that would be awesome, if it was the other way", said Leo.

"That's because you're gay, that was illegal back then", chided Skye.

"Yeah, that's one thing I don't miss. Of all the places we go to, we go back to a time where I can be convicted felon", Leo grumbled.

Ahaaa. So this is where the time travel comes in!!

George & Ringo having proper tea. Yorkshire Tea... And I'm like " Oooh, my friend Jackie adors Yorkshire...." Only to remember this is Down Under!! And for a moment I was like "Richie?? Who the heck is THAT!!??" *facepalm moment*....Ringo's normal name.

Liked it. Can imagine adapting it all is hard. Good luck n
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Chapter 4
Jessa groaned in dismay when she saw the gunmetal gray skies and the heavy sheeets of rain outside that splashed loudly on the windowpanes. I'm going to be stuck here with this lot, and John is already getting on my nerves, she thought in dismay.

Jessa groaned in dismay when she saw the gunmetal gray skies and the heavy sheeets of rain outside that splashed loudly on the windowpanes. I'm going to be stuck here with this lot, and John is already getting on my nerves, she thought in dismay.

She saw that Brian was still asleep and smiled to herself as she went to the bathroom. At least he seems to have found someone, that Leo chap seems like a good lad. Too bad it's all bloody illegal, she thought.

Jessa emerged from the bathroom in a fluffy pink robe as Brian greeted her. "Bloody hell, the weather looks terrible", he muttered.

"It's a Yorkshire storm, tomorrow is going to be lovely. Muck makes brass, you know. And you're a Northerner, you ought to be used to rain", she chuckled.

"But I'm not working class like the lads, I was born posh", he said.

"I'm working class too, I worked myself out of the Dales and work for the biggest band on the planet. I ought to show you the White Horse near town, we used to play there as children", she said.

"Perhaps, and what do you think of Leo?", he asked.

"He seems like a good lad, Brian. It's about time you found someone, it's not your fault you're queer. But he's Australian and he could go back with his sister", she said.

Brian sighed. "I know, but part of me wants to just chance it, you know? The lads can have a fling with a pretty girl but I can't do the same with a lad, I just want to have that feeling of being in love. Like I see with my parents, I want to experience that for myself", he vowed.

Jessa gave him a hug and kissed the top of his head. "Then go do it, Brian. Everyone deserves a bit of happiness and love at least once, remember what Shakespeare said", she said.

"'Better to have loved and lost then never loved at all'. Maybe I ought to, you're a great friend, Jessamyn Jarvis", he said.

"I'm your assistant, but you're like a brother to me. You gave me a chance, a Yorkshire country lass down't city. I owe you summat", she said.

"You're comfortable when you speak Yorkshire, any Scouse I had was beaten out of me in school. We're here for a week, you and John ought to try and get along", he said.

"He's so arrogant, plus he's divorced and has a son. It's not right and he can't keep it in his pants", she exclaimed.

"A lot of divorced people date, Jessa. And he's getting under your skin, don't make him know", he said.

"I'm not going to fall on his cock so easily, like the girls on tour. I was raised to be decent", she huffed.

"I forget how plain-spoken you are, we'll order breakfast later", he said.

Jessa changed into jeans and a green flannel shirt and watched as a lightning bolt thundered from a black cloud.I have to be nice to him, but he is a twat and too much of a bounder. And it looks like the lads got themselves girls already, she thought with a chuckle.

The downstairs parlor of the hotel was empty as the last of the breakfast dishes were cleared, the storm pounding outside the windows. Veteema sat on a stool with a black Taylor acoustic guitar as she checked the strings and strummed a few chords while Skye looked on. "Good morning, Miss Jarvis", said Skye politely.

"Good morning, and please call me Jessa. Have you seen the boys?", she asked.

"No, they probably got room service. Then again, there's hardly anyone here", said Veteema.

"It's past the heather season and winter is coming, few people come up north. And it's colder when you go past the Wear, Newcastle and Sunderland are bloody cold. But tomorow the sun will shine and we can go hiking, the scenery is beautiful", she said.

"Maybe we can all go in a group, I don't want to get lost out there", said Skye with a grimace.

"I understand", replied Jessa.

"Ay, looks like you're finally getting along with other birds", teased John.

"And you're up without a hangover", she retorted.

"Oh, I forgot my manners. Good morning ladies, it's pissing rain isn't it?", he remarked.

"I know and I thought it rained a lot in Liverpool. This is crazy", said Veteema.

"I suppose it doesn't rain much in Australia, it's a big desert, innit?", he teased.

"Perth is very dry, only the coastal areas in western Australia are habitable. It's a huge area but most of it is desert, people can only live around Perth and the western coast", she explained.

"I'll keep that in mind if we ever go to Australia, luv", he flirted, winking at her.

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?", asked Jessa, her lips in a grim line and a pink flush on her cheeks.

John laughed. "Why Ice Queen, are you jealous? We're both single you know", he drawled.

"Act like an adult and be professional, I work for your manager", she snapped.

"I'll be a good lad then, Ice Queen", he teased as Jessa stormed off. John admired her slim legs under her skirt and accentuated by her heels, her red hair having come a bit loose and framing her lovely face. She's a fiery one, he thought approvingly.

"She's not making it easy for you", said Veteema.

"I know, Miss Butler. I've always enjoyed the chase, it makes it more fun. And I was only pretending to flirt with you, Paul fancies you and I don't go after my mate's bird", he said.

"Paul is a good lad when he isn't full of himself, then again, he's handsome and has a great voice so of course he would have a big ego", she laughed.

"Thank you for the kind words, and the ego boost", said Paul with a laugh as Veteema blushed.

"Don't worry, luv. I'm not an ugly chap and I do have a good voice, you flatter me", he teased.

"Don't embarass the poor girl, Macca. At least you're having more luck with your lady than mine", said John.

Paul took out a pack of cigarettes and offered one to John. "Unlike you, I prefer not to have my birds angry at me. Do you mind?", he asked the women.

"No, but I don't smoke. Both of our dads were athletes and they don't like smoking", said Skye.

"Fair enough, I suppose it's not good to smoke if you play sports but I've been smoking since I was a lad in secondary", said John as he lit his and passed the lighter to Paul.

Paul lit his cigarette and handed John back his lighter, taking a drag and exhaling the smoke. "Me too, that's when we all started. The doctor says I'm fine", he shrugged.

"Good morning, everyone", said George as he arrived with Dahlia.

"Good morning, looks like you and your bird are getting along fine", teased John.

"Maybe if you didn't bait Jessa she would be nicer to you. You have the biggest mouth", George retorted.

John rolled his eyes and offered George a cigarette. "If you don't mind, Dahlia. I like a smoke before breakfast", he said.

"Not at all, Mami's side of the family smoke like chimneys. It's a French thing on both sides of the pond", she laughed.

"They smoke the French ones or the Yank ones? French ones are strong but they stink", said John.

"Oncle Kris smokes Gitanes, when he retired from playing hockey he took up smoking", she laughed.

"Good morning, lads", said Ringo, kissing Skye on the cheek.

"Ahh, you're being all luvvie", teased John.

"At least you we got birds, you keep scaring off yours", retorted the drummer.

Jessa muttered to herself as she angrily stalked back to the room. Who does that bastard think he is? Just because he's in the Beatles doesn't make him God's gift to women, she thought angrily.

She was about to enter the room when she heard a moan and the bed creak. A smile formed on her face when she realized what was going on. Looks like Brian is enjoying himself, she thought dryly.

Brian moaned softly as he kissed Leo, his arms around the younger man's neck as they continued to make out. He ran his hands down his back and greedily kissed him, their tongues dueling madly. "Yo quiero, amor", whispered Leo.

"Please speak more Spanish", he groaned.

Leo just laughed, his blue eyes merry. "Voy hablar mas Espanol porque te gustas, amor", he chuckled.

Brian lay back in bed with a beatific smile on his face, a thin sheen of sweat covering his torso as Leo gave him a hug. "I just hope your assistant doesn't come in here, amor", he teased.

"Jessa knows I'm queer, she's a tough, no-nonsense Yorkshirewoman. And she likes you, that's a good sign", said Brian.

"And Veteema likes you, my sister is a clever girl. Now let's take a shower before we scandalize the maid", teased Leo, kissing his lips.
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Hello dear. Not sure if it's the right length of chapter or if it's just short but you posted double??
Get same story twice?

John just cannot seem to stop rease Jessa. The man is incourageble.
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Sorry about that, I'll edit it
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Bo problem :)
Was reading along and suddenly, Jessa was in her robe and I was like "Deja Vu?" Hehe
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I fixed it, thanks for pointing that out
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Chapter 5

"Leo, are you sureyou know what you're doing? This could complicate everything", chided Veteema.

"That's one of the problems with being clever, you're too logical. Brian is a great, lovely chap and I think I'm in love", said Leo with a sigh.

"That's illegal now, imagine if you two get caught. Just be careful", she said.

"Veteema, can't you see Leo's in love? We're going to be here for a bit, why shouldn't we have fun while we're here?", asked Dahlia.

"That's both the French and Spanish in you speaking, Dahlia. I'm just worried, I don't want anyone to get hurt", said Veteema.

"But Paul really fancies you", said Skye.

Veteema blushed. "He is a good lad, I just don't want to fall hard and have both of us get hurt, and you have to remember my vows", she said.

"Just let it go and enjoy it while it lasts, V. Sometimes you have to think with your heart", said Dahlia.

Veteema mulled over the words as she prepared for dinner. Maybe the others are right, we all ought to do something mad. We're already here and so we can't get any more crazy, she mused.

She finally decided on a pale blue dress with a mid-length skirt and black pumps, her long red hair pulled back from her face. "You really want Paul to fancy you, sister", teased Leo.

"It's a casual dinner, I'm not getting all dolled up. And please be discreet with Brian, I don't want people to talk", she said.

"I know, hermana. This fucking sucks", he muttered. Leo wore black slacks and a white shirt and a black tie, the accompanying jacket draped casually over the back of a chair.

Dahlia smield and shook her head as she adjusted the hem of her red dress, the halter neckline revealing just a bit of cleavage and the black high heels accentuating her long legs. In contrast, Skye wore a pale lavender dress that flattered her blond hair and peaches-and-cream complexion and her modest one-inch heels gave her a bit of height and wobble as she walked. "Let me take a picture", said Leo, taking out his Iphone and snapping a quick picture.

"You better hide that good, the maid would freak out", said Veteema.

"Imagine, she would think it was a gadget out of James Bond", he laughted. Leo turned off the phone and placed it and the charger inside his underwear drawer, glad that the charger worked with this outlet. I don't know how long we are going to be here, I have to be prepared, he thought with a dry chuckle.

"So glad you could join us, ladies", said Paul gallantly, taking Veteema's hand and lightly kissing it.

"You're working that Irish charm, huh Macca", teased John.

"You're Irish too, in case you forgot", Paul retorted.

"Me mum is Irish too", said George.

"It's a Liverpool thing, excuse these Irish Scouse wankers. Sorry about the language, love", laughed Paul.

"You look might fine, Lady Jessa", said John, giving her a bow and a big a grin.

"Knock it off, Mr. Lennon. I'm just a country girl from't North", she retorted.

"And I'm just a Scouser from't Lancashire, my dad's folks were from't Ireland", he teased.

Jessa tried not to laugh when John imitated her accent. "I know, and you got the Irish Scouse big mouth", she said.

"Ay, that I do, luv", he said with a laugh.

John found himself seated next to Jessa and he grinned when he saw Brian smiling at him knowingly. "Eppy is a smart lad", he said.

"He's trying to play Cupid but it's not going to work, Mr. Lennon. You forget Brian is my boss and you're divorced with a son, and you're always on the road with the lads", she said.

"Me and Cynthia weren't getting along and we thought it would be best if we divorced, Julian lives with his Mum and Nan. There's nothing wrong with being divorced, this isn't Victorian or Edwardian England. If we had stayed together, we would have ended up killing each other", he said.

"You have go a funny way of showing things", she said.

"I got a big Irish Scouse mouth, I say silly things and then it gets me into trouble. So can we call a truce and start all over again, Jessamyn Elizabeth Jarvis?", he asked.

Jessa was thoughtful for a moment and gave his hand a vigorous shake. "Truce", she said.

John smiled at her. "Truce", he repeated.

"It was fun watching you two argue", said Ringo in mock sadness.

"I don't want two of my favorite people arguing all the time", said Brian as everyone laughed.

Brian chuckled and Leo smiled knowingly. The manager put an arm around the younger man's shoulder and leaned slightly towards him, gently squeezing him. "Too bad we can't dance", whispered Leo.

"I know, hopefully this rubbish will be over soon", said Brian sadly.

The jazz band on the dais finished their tuning up and played Muskrat Ramble as couples swarmed the dance floor. "Just follow my lead", said Dahlia.

George watched as she placed his hands on the appropriate places and led him in dancing. He relaxed and was soon leading her in a waltz as a smile formed on his face and everyone gave them an approving look. "This is easy", he laughed.

"It's easy when you learn how", she said.

The band played In the Mood and some kept on dancing. Paul led Veteema onto the dance floor and held her tight, twirling her around as she giggled. He held her closer and smiled at her flushed cheeks and wide blue eyes, her bosom rising and falling with every breath. Paul felt a surge of desire and leaned over to kiss her, smiling at the startled look on her face. "Not now, luv", he chuckled.
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Them being from the future really complicates things. I only see them all get hurt. Oh bother :-/
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