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My Beatle-years:Intro and Ch.1

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Intro:
If you could travel back in time, what would you do? Change the course of human history? Become a rockstar, president, or a dictator? Would you change your life for the better? Would you be an agent for the International Time Travel Association? Yeah, there's such a thing. In the year 2021, there are a select and elite few people drafted, and are assigned top-secret missions to save mankind.
Like, say all those suicidal drug overdoses? Half of them were ways of killing themselves that no one else had figured out, and left them with a half-used coke needle and a dead person with holes in their arm, or a bottle of pills half way used, and someone lying facedown on the couch.
But, what if you were stuck, and no one could help get you back?
In a time so different from your own, you can find many things, like knowledge, fame, fortune, but me, I found something more…

Part 1
Ch 1.
I sat alone in front of a tombstone, in all my jeans and t-shirt glory, in the Liverpool, England Cemetery, late 1963. I was wishing this whole predicament hadn't happened and there was someone to help me through it. I, Belladonna Asphodel Jade Nightshade, had been stuck here since 1957, at the age of 16, on a classified assignment with my parents.
Why am I in the middle of a cemetery? Mandrake, my husband, was killed after only three years of marriage, and today was our anniversary, his birthday, and the day he had died. A, very depressing, emotional, triple threat. I looked up from the ground and at the stone. I realized I was all alone and it had been a year without him.
"Hi there," I sat and talked to the stone as if it were him, "I know I haven't been by lately, but it's been hard to come to grips with the truth…I've been crying every night, knowing you won't be coming home." I began to tear and there was silence for a moment, "Remember what we would do to cheer each other up? We would sing our favorites, like, "Love Me Do", "A Day In The Life", and a whole bunch of others?"
Remembering his favorite, "In My Life" written mainly by John Lennon, sung originally by the Beatles, I began to sing: "There are places I remember/all my life/though some have changed/some forever, not for better/some have gone, and some remain/all these places had their moments/with lovers and /I still can recall/some are dead and some are living…" I trailed and began to cry.  I thought back to another song by a band called The Script, called "Breakeven" another favorite song of his, and altered the lyrics…just for him.

"I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing, Just praying to a God that I don't believe in, 'Cause I got time while he got freedom, 'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even…

His best days will be some of my worst, He finally met a man that's gonna put him first (God), While I'm wide awake he's no trouble sleeping, 'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven... even... no.

What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you, And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok? I'm falling to pieces, yeah, I'm falling to pieces.

They say bad things happen for a reason, But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding, 'Cause he's moved on while I'm still grieving, And when a heart breaks no it don't breakeven even... no

What am I gonna to do when the best part of me was always you, And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok? And I'm falling to pieces, yeah, I'm falling to pieces, yeah, I'm falling to pieces, One still in love while the other one's leaving, I'm falling to pieces…

Oh you got His heart (God) and my heart and none of the pain, he took your life, and I took the blame. Now I'm try'na make sense of what little remains, ooh, 'Cause you left me with no love and no love to my name.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing, Just prayed to a God that I don't believe in, 'Cause I got time while he got freedom, 'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break, No it don't break, No it don't break even no,

What am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you and, What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok? I'm falling to pieces yeah, I'm falling to pieces yeah, I'm falling to pieces.

Oh it don't break even no,
Oh it don't break even no,
Oh it don't break even no,

I was crying hard during the song, but I muscled up some courage, (after all I was in public) pushed back my long black hair, and wiped my shockingly bright blue eyes. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a silhouette of a man against the grass.
"Who are you?" I managed to say.
"Nobody. I'm sorry for your loss." He replied. His voice sounded familiar, but I kept looking at the shadow he made.
"Thanks, you don't know how much those words mean to me." I replied.
"What were you singing? It sounded beautiful." he replied.
"You wouldn't have heard it before." I replied, realizing the time period.
"That's why I asked." He replied jokingly. After some silence he asked, "So was he family?"
"No. All my family is dead." I replied. My sister, Kaylah, was still alive, but it really did seem like all my family was dead.
"Oh," he seemed taken aback, "a friend?" he asked.
"I haven't got any here." I said, "He was my husband."
"Oh, sorry, I really shouldn't have pried, I should go." He said.
I turned around, looking at his face through blurred, teary vision, and was able to recognize him. His face, the voice, those eyes, the hair! IT WAS PAUL McCARTNEY! One of the legendary members of the Beatles!
"Wait! Please, wait!" I called after him, "its fine. Pry all you want. It's finally nice to hear something other than the radio and my tears." I cringed, realizing that it was the most pathetic thing to say to a famous person, because it sounded to me like I was asking him for money, a downright low and dirty act.
"You don't get out much do you?" He began to walk and motioned for me to follow him.
"No, besides the job I had, I have nothing to do, and no other companion but the radio." I replied.
"Not that I'm not enjoying talking to you, but where do you live?"
"10km from here, I count every time I walk." I replied.
"You walk? Don't you have a car?"
"No, I sold it to get groceries. I really need a new job." I replied. That sounded like I was asking him to give me a job. Can I just shut my mouth permanently around famous people, or am I doomed to just ramble on like a blithering idiot?
"Well, maybe I could give you a lift?"
"Well, I wouldn't want to be a bother." I said. You IDIOT! Take the ride, NOW!!!! I thought.
"No worries, just straight there, and you'll never see me again." He said, opening the door.
"Pity, I really enjoy talking to you. I'm Belladonna Nightshade." I said, getting in the car, I remarked, "This looks really expensive."
"Yeah, it is. So you're American, eh?"
"Yeah, but this kinda thing seemed safe here. The monarchy seemed better than a presidency to me."
"I suppose. I'm Paul McCartney."
"I know." Oh, CRAP! Come up with a quick save you idiot! Think… "I mean… you looked familiar, but I didn't want to say anything. You're from the Beatles, aren't you?"
"Yeah, you're not gonna go ballistic are you?"
"No. I am a fan, but I don't want to give you what you get every time you step out your door. You get enough that every hour, day by day." I replied smiling.
He laughed, and smiled at me. "Oh, that reminds me, what time is it?"
"2:30, why?" I replied.
"I'm late." He said.
"Oh, then I can get out," I looked out the window, "but you already passed my house so…"
"Sorry. You can hang around if you want…" He began.
"Seeing as I don't have a choice," I replied.
"Sorry."
"By the way, hang 'round where?" I asked.
"I hope you're okay with this…" He replied.
"Don't worry; I can catch a cab later. I ask again, where?" I said.
"I don't know what they'll think of you, but it's worth a shot." He thought aloud.
"They?" I replied, nervously, "You mean we're going to the recording studio?"
Historical Fiction Beatles. Hope u like!

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singertobe's avatar
I love these time travel fics! This one is pretty different though. Different in a good way ;)