TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
BY SUE
CHAPTER TEN
Remember, I donÕt own the Beatles or their families and friends.
This is a fan-fiction from my warped mind.
The humming of the shower stopped as Paul entered the bedroom. He
saw the freshly made bed and knew Jane was in the bathroom. He knocked lightly
on the door whilst biting his lower lip. He knew she probably wanted to spend
time alone with him and would be disappointed when he told her that George and
Pattie were coming by. He swallowed hard as he remembered how she was told
about the drug that was slipped to him. He really didnÕt want to hear a lecture
on the evils of hard drugs right now, especially when he had been completely
straight this time.
He heard Jane call him in and opened the door slowly. He saw her
in her fuzzy blue robe, brushing out her hair. He sat down on the toilet and
looked up at her sheepishly.
ÒHey, sorry bout last night luv. DidnÕt know you were dropping
by.Ó Paul told her scratching his head and then looked down at the white throw
rug on the floor. He saw some fuzz on it; to keep him occupied he pick the
fuzzy balls up and threw them in the rubbish bin.
Jane placed her brush back in the cabinet and gave him a concerned
look.
ÒI wanted to surprise you. I guess you surprised me. Paul, I wish
youÕd stay away from those hard drugs. You scared me last night. You were so
out of it and so terrified I didnÕt know what to do. Are you alright now?Ó She
searched his face for the truth.
He cleared his throat and putting on his best actorÕs face,
started to explain to her.
Ò I didnÕt know about the drug. It must have been slipped to me. I
can assure you it wasnÕt any fun. The dreams it invoked were horrible. Sorry to
scare you Janie, but thanks for being there for me.Ó He looked down
embarrassed.
ÒI love you, why wouldnÕt I be there for you? Ò She paused,
looking at his embarrassed face, she felt bad for him now, Ò Well itÕs over and
done with so they say. We have the rest of the weekend to spend together; I
donÕt leave until Monday morning. Ò
His face rose to meet hers and he kissed her as she bent down to
him. He felt badly for lying to her and even more that he really didnÕt want
her there. Especially after seeing the love on her face. He knew if she hadnÕt
been there heÕd be with Rita, and felt a little guilty. Rita Evin was the one
he truly wanted be with; he wondered how he had fallen for her so quickly. He
loved Jane, but it just wasnÕt the same feelings he felt for Rita. He wondered
if it was because of this whole situation and if afterwards he would again feel
the same for Jane. So for now he figured heÕd keep it the way it was and try to
act normally around Jane. He knew he had to tell her about George and Pattie.
He had a feeling that maybe the other two might stop by to see how he was,
since George told him how bad he had been the night before.
He sucked in a breath and watched as she applied her make-up.
ÒJanie, I didnÕt know youÕd be here and George is stopping by in
about 30 minutes. I told him to bring Pattie along to keep you company since we
have to work on something. The others might stop by as well. IÕm sorry; I just
didnÕt know youÕd be here.Ó He held his breath as he waited for her answer.
Jane turned her head to him, she had stopped what she was doing
and thought about what he had just told her, ÒI really wanted to spend time
alone with you. ItÕs been awhile since we have.Ó She paused for a moment and
then continued, Ò Well I suppose I could share you for awhile. Just promise me
that we will spend tonight and tomorrow alone, o.k.?Ó She tilted her head
waiting for his answer.
Great he was off the hook, he thought, to his relief, and then
exhaled the breath he had been holding. He really didnÕt want to spend time
alone with her. Funny, usually he did, but now all he wanted to do was get her
out of there and not screw up. He was afraid sheÕd notice something and he
didnÕt want her to see that there was plenty going on. This was different then
just a one nightstand that he successfully kept from her and he hoped he could
act as if nothing were going on.
ÒGood, right, then tomorrow we will have the whole day together. I
am not sure of tonight though, IÕll see how it goes. Sorry luv, truly I am.Ó He
gave her his puppy eyed look and saw her face soften.
ÒNext time I guess I should tell you instead of surprising you.Ó
She told him a bit disappointed and sighed in defeat with a slight grimace on
her face.
Paul stood up and enclosed his arms around her. He felt badly as
he drew her in for a kiss. He kissed her with passion, and saw RitaÕs face. He
didnÕt show his shock at this, but pulled away from her, Ò I better get a shirt
on then. Thanks for understanding.Ó He quickly told her as he stumbled and left
the bathroom.
Why had he seen RitaÕs face when he kissed Jane? This bothered
him; he tossed it away for now, put on a shirt and ran down stairs. He quickly
rang the other two and asked for them to come over, explaining he couldnÕt stay
on the line. They told him theyÕd be there soon with wives in tow. Now, that
will keep the day and night busy he thought as
he re-heated the kettle for more tea. Then
he sat down and waited for his company. He wished somehow Rita could come by,
but he knew there was no way he could accomplish that one without questions.
Jane came down as George and Pattie got there. Jane looked perfect
as usual, Paul thought as he answered the door.
ÒHey Paul, how ya feelin?Ó George asked as his hand fell to the
small of Patties back, letting her in first.
Paul smiled up at George, Ò I feel fine now,Ó His eyes lowered to
GeorgeÕs beautiful blonde wife. He kissed her on the cheek, ÒHowÕs the better half
of the Harrison family?Ó
Pattie kissed Paul back on his cheek and chuckled as she looked at
the pretend hurt on her husbandÕs face. She slapped Paul on the shoulder in a
joking way.
ÒThis part of the Harrison family is fine thank you.Ó She smiled
as she moved towards Jane and greeted her.
ÒHey, thatÕs just not right.Ó George protested and then found his
way to Jane. He kissed her lightly on the lips, and then looked back at Paul
with a grin.
ÒHow is the more talented part of the McCartney Ð Asher couple?Ó
TouchŽ George grinned and then laughed as Paul and the girls joined him.
ÒOk, ok. I wouldnÕt go that far now. Remember we have
different talents. CÕmon in and have a cuppa.Ó Paul took their coats and hung
them up.
ÒIÕll fix us a tray for the living room. Pattie you want to help
me? You boys sit.Ó
Paul and George sat on the couch as Jane motioned to Pattie. She
followed Jane into the kitchen. Jane pulled down a tray and handed some
biscuits over to Pattie as they busied themselves.
ÒHow have you been Janie?Ó Pattie turned her head to Jane after
she finished laying out the biscuits.
ÒIÕve been good. IÕm up for the lead in the next play weÕre doing.
This tour will be over in another month,Ó Jane paused and wondered if she
should ask Pattie about what went on last night, and then decided to.
Ò Guess you heard about last night with Paul?Ó Jane saw the
blonde nod,
Ò Well I wanted to surprise him and I guess he surprised me.
Pattie he had a horrible dream from that drug last night. IÕve never seen that
happen before. What sort of drug does that?Ó Jane looked curiously at Pattie.
Pattie knew she had to come up with something. She really didnÕt
know what to say. Tell her that Paul saw his own death? That he hadnÕt taken
any drugs at all? No, sheÕd just pretend she didnÕt know. Pattie shook her head
at Jane.
ÒI donÕt know much about those hard drugs, so I couldnÕt tell you.
I do know that was a rather wicked trick to slip it to him though. Poor Paul,
it must have been horrid for the both of you.Ó There she sounded convincing and
Jane looked like she had bought it. The only thing she really did was smoke
some grass. Of course there was that horrible time when they were slipped LSD.
She thought about it and shivered at the thought.
Ò You know I do know how he feels. Remember when George, John, Cyn
and I were slipped that LSD? That was so scary and it wasnÕt our fault. So be
easy on him. But like I said I donÕt know about any other hard drugs.Ó Pattie
finished hoping Jane would believe the same happened to Paul.
ÒNeither do I and youÕre right, that was a wicked thing to do. I
wonder who did it? Well, itÕs over now, I just hope Paul pays more attention
next time,Ó Jane picked up the tray,
ÒLets take this out to them then.Ó
They finished their tea just in time for the bell to ring. Paul
answered it and found Ritch, Mo, John and Cyn on the doorstep. They must have
come together, Paul thought as he greeted them. The girls and the guys stood in
the hallway.
ÒWeÕre gonna go up to the music room and work on some things that
we need to.Ó Paul offered with a bit of nervousness in his voice.
John picked up on it and bailed him out.
ÒYeah, you told me you two came up with a good guitar part for the
middle of me song. IÕm rather curious to hear it. I really want to get this
song out of the way. Maybe we can finish it up nice and tidy like.Ó He smiled
to the others.
They all kissed their wives and girlfriend and like a group of
kids, raced up the stairs to the music room on the third floor. John pushed
them aside; putting his bum on the banister he used his feet to slide himself
up it. Paul pushed John into the wall to get by. George zoomed right by the two
with Ringo in the lead. John finally pushed Paul and George aside as he high
tailed it to the stairs on the third floor. Ritch was right behind him as the
other two pulled on Ritch and JohnÕs shirts to slow them down. Panting they all
broke into the room. Ritch and John pushing each other through the doorway,
sideways. The other two gave up and walked in. As they caught their breath,
Ritch turned to John.
ÒBrilliant that was.Ó Ritch laughed to John as they stood there in
the cluttered room.
ÒYeah, the story was grand.Ó Paul agreed thankfully with Ritch.
ÒSaved your arse I did,Ó John grinned at Paul, Ò Richard I am
hurt, did you ever doubt my brilliance?Ó John said turning his attention back
to Ringo. He covered his heart and feigned hurt as he answered him making one
of his famous Lennon faces. This caused some laughter amongst the three of
them. John just kept a straight face as they stood there.
Ò YouÕre daft, you are.Ó George laughed harder with them.
ÒDaft you say? May I remind you that most geniuses are a little
off.Ó John teased them as he watched Paul closed the door
ÒHey I never doubted anything and I agree, you are a bit off.Ó The
laughter became howls as tears rolled down their faces at RitchÕs comment. John
joined in with them; he walked towards Ritch not able to speak due to laughter
and smacked him on the back.
It felt good to all of them to break the tensions they had been
feeling since George had told them about his visions.
The laughter died down as they all scanned the familiar room that
they had been in so many times. A piano sat by the only window in the room. A
note pad and pen sat on the bench. Scattered around the room were different
types of guitars, basses, and percussion instruments. On the other side of the
room sat a beat up couch and table with an ashtray. Along another wall stood a
tall bookshelf filled with records, note pads, a stereo, and a reel-to-reel
tape recorder. The walls were adorned with some Gold albums and pictures of the
Beatles at different periods in their career. The floor had a braided old throw
rug that covered the other battered wooden floor. Two fold up chairs sat
together next to the piano with a music stand in front of it. The hiss of steam
rose from the heater in the corner, making the room cozy.
Ringo slid the half empty cup of old cold tea over. He
picked up the ashtray and emptied it into the rubbish bin that sat between the
piano and two fold up chairs. He then took it to the spot he had cleared for
himself and sat on the worn couch. Paul quickly picked up the old cups and put
them on the bookshelf to make room for the others to sit. He then sat on one of
the fold up chairs. John grabbed an ashtray off the piano, lit a cigarette, and
fell into the chair next to Paul. George took the other side of the couch and
put his elbows on his knees with his chin on his hands.
ÒThatÕs the most normal IÕve felt since this whole bleedin thing
started.Ó John chuckled, Ò Would have beat you too, man. If these two
wankers didnÕt pull on our shirts.Ó John balled up a piece of paper and threw
it at Ringo.
ÒYouÕre just a spoil sport you are Lennon.Ó Ringo answered as he
swatted the balled paper back at John. It didnÕt quite make it and John picked
it up and threw it hard into the rubbish bin.
Ringo and John didnÕt hear the others chime in when John called
them wankers or with the larkin about. John thought it unusual and turned to
Paul and then George. He saw the seriousness back on both of their faces.
ÒAll right then whatÕs up? Why were we summoned here, did sumethin
happen?Ó John stared curiously at George and then at Paul. Paul hadnÕt had time
to explain to either of them. John knew Paul had been bad last night and he
knew the gravity of the situation, so he waited impatiently for an answer.
George looked over at an anxious Paul, who turned away quickly
when their eyes met.
GeorgeÕs eyes turned to John and Ringo; he dropped his fore arms
to his knees resting his body on them. His eyes moved from one of his mates to
the other. Thoughts crowded his mind; he didnÕt know how to explain what
happened so they would understand. George decided to try and just see what came
out of his mouth. First he lit a cigarette for some courage, his body craved the
nicotine. He exhaled and felt a bit better and then tapping his ashes into the
ashtray, then opened his mouth to begin.
Ò Um, I really donÕt know how to explain this to you mates so just
try and stay with me.Ó George told the two and then watched as Paul got up and
walked over to the small window. George could feel the aura of death that
surrounded Paul and shook from it.
Paul stood there biting on his nail, cold surrounded him
like a blanket, only a blanket should be warm, he thought. Paul stared out the
window; fear glazing his eyes, and the remembrance of the dream whirling in his
head.
ÒWhen you share a vision with someone it affects them as much as
you. Sharing a vision, your minds come together, like one. YÕ know? Anyroad, a
connection forms between both of you. You saw the condition Paul was in last
night.Ó George got up and paced the floor, pulling on his cigarette as he
finished telling them, Ò He dreamt what he saw in the vision, only this time he
was in it. He was able to feel, taste and smell, as well as see. Me, instead of
just seeing as I usually do, it was as if I was inside PaulÕs head. I felt the
fear, desperation, the pain at seeing me mate dead and the horror at feeling us
dying. I felt and saw the blood pouring out of us. I felt the panic, heard the
girl scream and felt the guilt of it all as we said a pray our mum taught us
when we were small. Before losing consciousness, the odor of petrol was in the
air. We woke to the explosion of the car and the feel of death all around us. Desperation
to feel alive instead of death possessing us; we had to feel alive somehowÉ..Ó
George in explaining had drifted off and the other Beatles heard him talk as if
Paul and he were one. Paul stopped GeorgeÕs trance like state before he
described how they went about feeling alive.
ÒGEORGE!!!!Ó Paul turned around in a flash, embarrassed that he
might reveal more.
George snapped out of it and realize what he had done as a heat
crawled up his face. He turned his face allowing the blush to fade a bit before
he turned up to Paul.
ÒSorry mate.Ó He saw images in PaulÕs face and felt again all the
feelings he had described going through them both.
ÒWhat?!Ó John jumped up from his chair, clearly annoyed bybeing
shut out. ÒYa talk as if youÕre one. Ya then tell us what happened andcome to a
dead stop. Get on with it! What else happened George?!Ó John leanedagainst the
piano exasperated.
George stopped pacing and put his burned out cigarette inthe
ashtray. He was unsure how to explain this as he caught Paul chewing hisbottom
lip out of the corner of his eye.
ÒListen John, I ÉÉwe, aw hell itÕs rather personal and IshouldnÕt
ave seen it, but did. IÕm not to keen on talking bout it, so dropit.Ó GeorgeÕs
face again took on a red look as he stammered.
Paul turned away not able to look at any of them. He wentback to
the window, gazing out of it. For what, he didnÕt know, it was the onlything he
could do. He stood there frozen to the window, to the dream and to hisfears.
JohnÕs face lit up as he realized what George was talkingabout. He
could have some fun with this if it was any other time, but he knewit wasnÕt.
He spied Ritch who shook his head no quickly to John.
ÒRight then IÕll let it go. So letÕs have a go at what to dowith
this mess. I am not about to die and neither is Paul or this bird for thatmatter.Ó
John said adamantly.
ÒYeah letÕs have a crack at figuring this mess out.Ó Ritchadded to
JohnÕs idea. He wanted to get something done. He didnÕt want this tohappen,
none of them did. He was concerned at the toll it was taking on Georgeand now
on Paul too.
ÒRight, Rita and me, we spoke about taking PaulÕs keys awayfrom
him. This way he canÕt use his car. HowÕs that sound, nice and simpleinnit?Ó
George watched for the reactions of his mates. He sat down on the edgeof the
piano bench
Now John paced thinking. He rubbed his chin and raised hishead to
George.
ÒYeah, could work. No keys, no carÉÉyeah I rather fancythat, itÕs
simple. You think it could work? I mean weÕve seen how things changeas we
change things.Ó John came to a halt and sat on the arm of the couch. Hefidgeted
with a pull in the fabric as he waited for an answer to his question.
George looked around then focused back on John, Ò I donÕtsee how
it canÕt workÓ He sat thoughtful for a minute remembering what Ravisaid about a
second plan, Ò Although, Ravi said we should have a second plantoo.Ó George
squirmed on the bench. Even with his back to Paul he still feltfully what was going
on in PaulÕs head. He felt PaulÕs need to talk to Rita, tofind a solution, and
to find some solace in his now upside down life. Georgefelt bad for his mate
and after being in his mind during the dream; he couldfeel the terror even
more.
Ringo sat forward on the couch. He had been thinking thewhole time
whilst he was listening to George and John discussing things.
ÒHereÕs a thought to toss out. Why donÕt we skip the studiothat
night? YÕ know sag off for the night. This way no one is there and we areall
home. No worries and no troubles with that one. Whatcha think?Ó Ringolooked
from one to the other. He saw them think about it and then saw a lightgo on in
their heads.
John turned and put a fake shocked look on his face, Ò Why Ithink
our Richard is the one thatÕs off. HeÕs the genius.Ó John snickered athis
comment and seeing RingoÕs sour look on his face.
Ringo didnÕt know if John was serious or not, Ò You pullinme leg
here?Ó
ÒRitch if I was pullin yer leg luv youÕd feel it. Ò A smilebroke
over JohnÕs face as he said this, Ò I think the idea is brill! How couldanything
happen if we stay away from the studio?Ó John got up and tousledRitchieÕs hair
and then looked to George.
George thought about it for a minute and then looked toPaul. Paul
turned from the window, a thin smile on his lips for the first timesince the
subject came up.
ÒI think that could work. What do you think Georgie?Ó PaulÕsface
took on a brightness. It had to work, he thought. No one in the studio,how
could any of this happen?
ÒThis is simpler then takin my keys!Ó Paul stated excitedlyas he
quickly went over to George to see him nodding yes in agreement.
ÒYes, not only are you a genius my dear Richard but asimpleton
too.Ó John howled, not only at the joke, but also at the relief hefelt.
ÒGet stuffed John. ItÕs a good idea and you know it.Ó Ringosmiled
at them.
George nodded at all of them, Ò ThatÕs it then. Ritch greatidea,
we donÕt go to the studio that night. Sounds good to me. Lets call andcancel.Ó
George watched as they all sighed in relief.
Ò See I told you John.Ó Ringo stood up, puffed out his chestand
crossed his arms around it.
Ò I told you Ritch I fancied the idea. It is a great plan. Iknew
we kept you around for some reason.Ó John just couldnÕt contain himself ashe
smiled at Ringo.
Ò Piss off would ya already. Go rouse someone else.Ó Ringosmiled
back. He knew it was just good-natured fun and a tension reliever,something
they all needed.
ÒFine, you two shut yer gobs whilst Paul rings and cancels.ÓGeorge
grinned as they looked around for the phone.
PaulÕs face grew red as he realized he didnÕt know where thephone
was. He went to the beginning of the wire. John ran over and bent on allfours
and followed the wire like a hound dog. All of them laughed as theywatched him
trail the wire and pull the phone out of a pile holding it up intriumph.
ÒI found it! Ò John shouted.
Paul petted JohnÕs head like a dog as he took the phone.John
grabbed PaulÕs leg and started humping it. Paul laughed with the others ashe
shook John off of him.
ÒGerruff you nit.Ó
ÒIÕm a good dog not a nitÉ.Ó He laughed as he stood up andlistened
to Paul cancel the studio for the 9th. Now no one had toworry and maybe things
could get back to normal, John hoped as he joked withhis mates. They worked on
some songs into the night as Paul had hoped and theyall laughed, joked and got
some work done now that the tension was gone.
Paul spent the next day with Jane. He tried to actnaturally, but
she knew something was wrong. He told her it was the stress ofgetting the album
out in time and she bought it to his relief. He saw her offMonday morning, he
felt guilty to be glad that she was gone. He also felt badthat the first thing
he did after he watched her cab leave was to try to reachRita. To his
disappointment he found out she was working the day shift thisweek. SheÕd be
working the night shift next week. He knew how much she hatedshift work, but
left her a message with her roommate to meet him at the studioaround 7pm.