TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
CHAPTER 16
By Sue
Remember I donÕt own any of the Beatles or their families. This is
a fan fiction from my warped mind. Also I must add a special thanks to Trini
for letting me know certain things about photos.
Pattie paced the floor waiting for George to come down. She smoked
furiously and found she couldnÕt sit still. She looked out side at the cold
gray garden. It hit her, all was dead from the winter, and like the garden, all
would be dead if she didnÕt go through with what she had decided. So many times
over the past 30 minutes she had passed the music room and wanted to just grab
the old book and hide it. Now, instead she held the bag with her notebook on
everything she had learned over the past several weeks. She had kept notes and
would go over them when she got home. She was quiet confident that she
understood it all and wondered if she didnÕt now know a bit more then George.
Maybe now she could finally help him the way she had wanted to for all these months.
She heard him in the hallway and shivered as he came down the stairs. She knew
before he came looking for her heÕd head for the music room to check the
message machine and see the book. She sat on the chair in the living room.
PattieÕs nerves knotted in her stomach as she waited to hear him beckon to her.
George felt better; he was clean and had on fresh clothes. He was
thankful that Pattie hadnÕt been angry with him about staying at PaulÕs. Still,
he wondered why she wasnÕt. Usually she would be upset and heÕd have to make it
up to her, and now she had just hugged him. He was mystified by why she held
him so tight and acted as if she was relieved. Women, he thought as he shrugged
it off and entered the music room to check the message machine. He arched his
back like a cat as he stretched with his arms over his head. Boy did that feel
good, he thought as he approached the machine. It was at that moment that he
stopped, his eyes hitting a book that wasnÕt there yesterday. It was a big old
worn book with cracks on the cover and the binding was torn from age. He
examined it closely. The title hit him, The Book of Mystic. He shook his shaggy
head as he read it again. George noticed a page that had been creased down. He
opened it to the page and began to read it as he leaned down, resting his
weight on his left hand. He slowly turned the page and finished what he figured
he was supposed to read. When he was done he blinked as the words swam around
in his head. ThatÕs it! He slowly figured out his second plan of action in case
the first plan didnÕt work. He then thumbed through a few chapters. He spied a
few other things that jumped out at him as the musty smell hit his nose. All he
read reinforced that his second plan was the right way to go if the other didnÕt
work. The positive attitude came back to him as he felt sure that now he was
ready.
His interest in the book and what it said made him temporarily
forget where the book had come from. Curiosity of how it got there slowly came
back to his mind. He stood still thinking and the thought of how Pattie had
been acting lately and especially today hit him. Could it be her? How did she
know? He walked slowly over to the door still in wonderment as he called out to
her to come in to the music room.
Pattie jumped when she heard his voice. He sounded bewildered, as
she knew he would be. Chin up she thought as she carried the bag of notes down
the hall and into the music room. There she saw George standing by the desk, he
raised his head as she came in. She already felt the tears threatening to fall
as she tried to force them back. She stood unsure of what to say or what to do.
George solved that problem the minute their eyes met.
George saw the shame and guilt on PattieÕs face; it had been her.
Why didnÕt she say anything? He didnÕt know if he was mad, relieved that she
knew, or just confused by this whole thing. He figured he felt all of these
things. He motioned to the book that still lay along side of him on the table.
ŌThis your doing?Ķ George inquired calmly holding back his
emotions as he stared at her waiting for her answer.
Pattie slowly walked towards George, Ō Yes, IÕm sorry. IÕm so
sorry. Please try and understand. I saw the terror with those dreams night
after night. Then I over heard a phone conversation. I never meant to spy on
you. I just didnÕt know what was going on. I was worried, confused and just on
my last wick wondering what was happening to you. Ō
She stopped and watched for his reaction. All he did was stare
silently at her. She couldnÕt read what was going on inside of him. Her stomach
tightened not knowing what was going through his head.
Ō Shall I go on?Ķ She asked nervously.
George nodded, still not saying a word. She had known all this
time and never told him. He was mad at that, but how could he be when he never
told her all the times she asked and he had even lied to her. How could he be
mad when this book had help bring him back to a more positive outlook, and a
good back up plan to boot? He waited for her to continue as he mulled this all
around in his head.
Ō I started to piece things together. You were lying to me,
telling me stories and then that the dreams had stopped when I knew they
hadnÕt. I had to know, especially after what I had heard. Oh luv I am so sorry,
I would listen to your calls. Please IÕm begging you not to be angry with me. I
just had to know, I had to hear it all. I asked but you never would tell. Then
IÕd go to the library and IÕd read more and more on the subjects I was
hearing.Ķ Pattie sat down on the edge of the chair, her back straight as she
waited for him to speak.
George watched as she sat and waited for him to say something. He
heard her repeat a few things out of nervousness and he knew then that he would
have done the same thing. How could he be angry with her over this? This was a
very unusual situation. Had it been something different he would have exploded
at her. This he could only feel for her. George felt love for her poured over
him. She had gone through all this trouble, and painstakingly so to find out
the answers to the puzzle. He never thought of her being the book type. He went
to her and knelt down on the floor in front of the chair. George laid his head
on her lap.
ŌIÕm the one who should be sorry. I should have told you. I just
wanted to protect you out of love. I didnÕt want you to worry and obviously you
have. I canÕt be angry with you, not for this. That book did help a lot and I
know that must have been hard for you to do. I love you pet and the fact that
youÕd go through all the trouble to help me.Ķ GeorgeÕs voice was soft as he
told her and hoped she could forgive him.
Tears felt down PattieÕs face as she stroked his hair, Ō I love
you Georgie.Ķ That was all she could say as he raised his head. He met her
mouth in a deep kiss, one that said everything. He broke the kiss and sat on
his knees in front of her.
Pattie took out the notebook she had been carrying over the last
several weeks.
ŌI even took notes. They may help you. IÕve been down at the
library everyday and IÕve learned so much about all of this and of your gift
and RitaÕs.Ķ
George gave her a surprised look. Right, she would know about Rita
as well. He then took the notebook from her and quickly thumbed through it. He
had to smile when he saw how many pages she had written. It must have been hard
for her to do; she wasnÕt the book type. He put the notebook down next to him,
and then smiled up at her.
ŌThis was awful sweet of you luv. I know it must have been hard
for you to sit and study, take notes and figure out what they were going on
about. I mean youÕre not the book type. Well, maybe romances and that entire
sort. Ō He chuckled as he thought about it.
Pattie knew he didnÕtÕ see the clouds that ran through her eyes as
he spoke and then laughed at her. She wasnÕt a dumb blonde, she was smart and
had done better in school then he ever did. At least she had finished school
and with good grades to boot. How dare he, she thought, anger coursing through
her veins. Here she was worried that heÕd get mad and now she was. She stood up
suddenly, walked over to the desk, and leaned against it.
ŌIs that what you think of me? A dumb blonde with perfect make-up,
hair and clothes, the perfect Barbie doll? IÕll have you know that I finished
school and at the top of my class too! Ō She stood there fuming as she watched
the confusion cover his face. She couldnÕt believe he thought that of her. She
crossed her arms over her chest as she simmered.
ŌWell, luv itÕs just that you donÕt seem to be the type to go for
hard thinking. I mean, you shop and go to lunches and that entire sort. IÕve
never seen you with a book the likes of letÕs say like Jane would read. Ō He
was trying to explain and found he was digging himself in deeper. He was at a
lose of what to say to get out of it. What he said was true he had never seen
her with an intellectual book or friends of that type. He saw Jane and Paul
with that type quiet often, but not his Pattie
PattieÕs frustration grew as he compared her to Jane. How did he
know what she read or whom she spoke to when he wasnÕt around?
ŌItÕs nice to know after weÕre married what you think of me. Was I
a prize for you to win and show off to your mates? A trophy wife, arm
candy to walk around whilst others drooled at the lucky Beatle George
Harrison!!!Ķ She yelled feeling exasperated by this. She got up and started
across the room. She bore her eyes into her bemused husbandÕs face.
George got up and shook his head no, Ō I never thought that. Well,
maybe the first time I saw you or for a bit, but I fell in love with you, not
Pattie Boyd the model. Luv IÕm sorry, you are a looker and you know that, but
it wasnÕt like that, not after I got to know you.Ķ He pleaded, but knew he
wasnÕt scoring any points with his honesty. Maybe he should have left the first
part out. Bloody hell what was this turning into?
PattieÕs face fell at his admission. Tears came down faster and it
made her even angrier that she couldnÕt stop them.
ŌRight, I think IÕll go up and touch up my perfect make-up and
hair, wouldnÕt want anyone to see Beatle GeorgeÕs wife not perfect!Ķ She
sniffled and then ran out of the room.
He shook his head as he heard the bedroom door slam. Now what he
wondered? How was he going to smooth this over? He picked up the notebook and
sat down. He started to read it. Half way through he was amazed at how smart
she was. What was in the book was her own interpretation of what she had read.
He figured it was word for word right from the books she had read. He felt
horrible, had he really been so callous not to see how smart she was? He hated
to admit it but she was smarter then he was in that area. He had even learnt a
few things from reading her notes. There were a few words he had to look up in
the dictionary he kept for writing, but heÕd never tell her that. He rubbed his
eyes with his fingers and then massaged the knot from his neck. He knew she was
up there crying her eyes out and because he had been so daft. He had to fix
this and now. He had so much on his mind and the last thing he needed was his
wife angry with him. He really had gotten the second plan from her hard work.
Maybe heÕd admit that to her. But he couldnÕt tell a soul, the alternative
universe could easily find out, but sheÕd know that wouldnÕt she?
George crept up the stairs and listened by the door. Sure enough
she was crying. He never meant to hurt her or even make her mad, he just never
thought about her being smart. When they got together he, being a Northern man
had told her that he made enough money to provide for her. He realized that she
gave up her career for him, and this was how he thanked her. George felt
ashamed as he bowed his head and slowly turned the knob opening up their
bedroom door.
Pattie lay on the bed crying. How could he think this of her? She
had helped him with the book, she saw it and now this is what he thought?
HadnÕt she given up her career for him and did what he wanted? She didnÕt know
how long she had been up there when she heard the door open quietly. She
sniffled and blew her nose into the tissue that was balled up in her hand. She
felt him sit gently on the bed and waited to see what heÕd do.
George didnÕt know what to say. He turned to Pattie and saw her
red-blotched face, mascara stains under her puffy eyes along with her raw red
nose. He saw the tissues on the bed along with the used balled up ones in her
hand. God he just wanted to hug her and make it better. He hated seeing her so
upset and being the one who caused it. He lay down facing her.
ŌIÕm such stupid git. Pet IÕm so sorry for being so callous. I
read your notes and I was truly amazed at how you grasped it. It wasnÕt word
for word; it was your interpretation of it. I learnt much from reading it, and
it gave me an idea of how to handle things. YouÕve helped me so much and I go
and do this. Daft I am. Ō George shook his head at his stupidity.
Pattie listened as he spoke. She figured he really did feel bad,
but still the trophy wife sat aching in her head and heart.
ŌLook luv you know how beautiful you are and I couldnÕt believe
that someone like you would be interested in likes of me. I thought maybe Paul
or one of the other lads. Of course I was proud to have you on me arm, still
am. ThatÕs not a bad thing, OR does it mean yer arm candy. You are
amazing in so many ways and I just found out something even more incredible
about my lovely wife. You did it. You helped me think of the second back up
plan I needed and being as smart as I see, you know I canÕt tell anyone this
time. Please except me apology. I love you so much, please pet, donÕt be upset
with me. I donÕt fancy it and I donÕt think you do either.Ķ George pleaded with
Pattie.
GeorgeÕs hand slowly moved over to PattieÕs. His eyes gaze at her
hand as his fingers grazed hers. He felt her fingertips touch his.
Pattie knew he wasnÕt lying, his eyes begged to her as she felt
his fingertips touch hers and then move into her hand until their hands were
joined. All her reserve was gone and all she wanted was to be in his arms. She
moved towards him and they embraced.
Ō I do forgive you as long as you realize I do have a brain.Ķ She
whispered into his ear.
George lifted his head, his eyes stared down into the blue pools
on her face ŌYes, I realize that now, so sorry. I love you so much.Ķ He leaned
down and captured her mouth as his hand ran over her body. He needed her so
much and he felt her need as well.
He felt her unzip his trousers. So anxious to be one he pulled up
her dress and slid her panties to the side. He entered her fast and deep as he
heard moans from both of them. It felt so good to be inside her and then his
desperation took over.
Pattie felt him enter her hard, she needed him so badly and knew
neither of them could wait to take off their clothes or have foreplay. She just
wanted to be one with him and now they were.
Sweat poured down George as he slammed into Pattie. He loved how
she invited him with her hips straining up to his. He took her, his wife, his
love and reclaimed her. He rode her hard panting and then leaning down to her
ear. He kissed it as his hot breath blew words of love to her. The passion was
overwhelming as he felt her tighten up inside. George felt himself let go with
her and then collapse along side of her. He kissed her and felt her hand
stroking his wet hair. God that was the best sex, he thought. The kind that
takes you over with such need you have no choice but to become almost
animalistic. He smiled at the thought, the glow and his sweet wife back in his
arms.
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John was surprised when he was the first one there. He never was
in the studio first. He checked the clock; they did have studio time tonight,
didnÕt they? He then saw George Martin up in the booth and waved to him to turn
on the two-way speakers.
ŌWe on tonight right?Ķ John yelled up to the man in the booth.
ŌYes John. Surprised to see you here first. ItÕs usually Paul or
George. IÕm going to get myself a cup of tea. They should be here soon, no one
called so they should be here donÕt worry.Ķ George Martin smiled down at John
and the left the booth.
John sat on the piano bench. He was worried and hoped nothing had
happened to his mates. He started to play a song to get his mind off of things.
His fingers ran over the ivory keys and soon he was lost in the old songs he
played and sang. After three songs he stopped to take a drink when he heard
clapping. JohnÕs face snapped up in shock to see Ringo smiling as he walked
over to the piano.
Ō The other lads not here yet?Ķ There was concern in RingoÕs voice
and John picked up on it right away.
Ringo leaned against the piano staring at John. John pulled the
cover over the piano keys and leaned on it with his elbows.
Ō What happened Ritch? Somethin happen last night?!Ķ Alarm rang in
JohnÕs tone.
Ringo nodded and explained the whole night quickly to John. John was
amazed as he sat in deep thought, taking in all Ringo had told him. Bloody
hell, he should have been there with them. He banged the top of the piano and
jumped up from the bench. He paced around Ringo.
Ō Bloody fookin Ell I should have been there Ritch. I shouldnÕt
have taken it so lightly and been there!Ķ JohnÕs arms whirled through the air
as he excitedly expressed the frustration he felt.
Ringo stopped John and put his hand on JohnÕs shoulder. He knew
John always thought he was responsible for whatever happened to his band mates,
always playing the protective leader. Right now the last thing they need was
John in this mood.
ŌListen Johnny you couldnÕt have done a blasted thing so stop. The
last thing they need is to think about it so when they come in just lets have a
laugh and play some music. I think thatÕs whatÕs needed right now. Ok?Ķ He
looked deep into JohnÕs magnified eyes waiting for what he said to process.
ŌHow can I do that one Ritch? How can you or them?Ķ John asked in
surprise.
ŌLook John, 3 days, two after this one is over. The last thing
anyone needs is to get all gutted. Paulie is already there and he needs you to
be strong, we all do and thatÕs what you can do.Ķ Ringo said sternly to his
mate and hoped he was getting through to the impulsive side of John Lennon.
John whirled around pulling out of RingoÕs hold, Ō How can you say
that man, ItÕs not your life on the line now is it. ItÕs me and PaulieÕs thatÕs
up in the air at this point and if those things are around him then theyÕre all
around me too.Ķ John looked all around the room.
Ringo saw how spooked John was and tried to calm him down.
ŌJohn, they canÕt touch you until the 9th and Rit and
George arenÕt going to let that happen. Now isnÕt the time to fall apart, we need
your strength and your fight.Ķ
John quickly lit a cigarette and inhaled it. He exhaled and then
locked his eyes with Ringo.
Ō You think IÕm really fearless do ya? Well, IÕll let you in on a
little secret, IÕm bloody scared out of my wits.Ķ John turned embarrassed as he
finally admitted it to someone.
ŌIÕd be too mate,Ķ Ringo confided to John as he put his arm around
JohnÕs shoulder, Ō But thatÕs
not helping matters any now is it?Ķ
John shook his head at what Ringo asked. His stomach felt queasy
and all of a sudden his head pounded. He again pulled out of RingoÕs hold.
ŌSÕpose not. I gotta get some air and something for me head. Gotta
get me self together. Be back.Ķ John sprinted out of the room and Ringo swore
he saw tears in JohnÕs eyes as he turned to go.
The other two Beatles finally showed up about 15 minutes later.
Paul tried to joke and forget as he had promised George. George was now
confident that nothing would happen to them and before they started playing he
told them so. He briefly explained about the book he found, careful to leave
Pattie out of it, and told them that things would work out in their favor.
All seemed reluctant but hopeful at the same time. They ended up
playing around a bit with old songs to lighten up their moods and then started
to rehearse. They fooled around with each other, changing the words or just
laughing at the jokes that were being made. It felt so normal to them all that
they forgot all about the problem for a little while.
John tore into a song with gusto when all of the sudden his C
string snapped, making a twanging sound. It hung twisted downwards to the
floor. This brought laughs from all as they stopped to take a break.
John handed his guitar to George, Ō Harri you mind mending this
fer me?Ķ
George nodded that he didnÕt and took the guitar. He sat down and
dug in his case for a new string and undid the old one. He carefully connected
the string to the bottom and then wound it, tightening it to the fret board as
he sat concentrating on it.
Paul went over to the corner of the room to grab a drink. His
mouth was parched from singing and the cool drink felt so refreshing going
down.
Ringo pulled out a sealed envelope from his jacket before throwing
it back on the chair by his drum kit. He then proceeded to walk over to John,
who leaned cross-legged against the wall smoking a cigarette.
ŌEy, got a chemist chap who took care of that film I was telling
you about from PaulÕs.Ķ The envelope waved in his hand as Paul walked over at
hearing his name.
ŌOh, got yer camera Paulie in me car. IÕll give it later. I
havenÕt seen these yet, should be a good look.Ķ He smiled jokingly.
ŌDonÕt be so cheeky son, I donÕt know what else is on that. Givit
here.Ķ PaulÕs hand reached for it, but John was to fast as he grabbed the
envelope from Ringo. John held it up in triumph as he wiggled his eyebrows
added with an evil grin.
Ō So Macca whatcha got on this? Some primo porn besides your
escapades with our youngest Beatle? Really Paul you shouldnÕt corrupt our
GeorgieÕs mind.Ķ Howled Lennon as he tore the seal to the envelope.
ŌYer a laugh John you are, Ō Paul chuckled as he went for the
pictures again. John just pulled back and held them up out of reach.
George didnÕt say anything as he concentrated on tuning the guitar
John had given him. His ear was good enough to tune it as he also listened to
the banter and had to stop for a minute as he snickered. He knew that the
pictures were innocent of them so he didnÕt care. He did however wonder as the
rest what else might be on that roll of film that Ringo had taken.
Ō Ey this sounds to good not to see. Ō John grinned widely at Paul
knowing how much he was getting to him. John loved to play with people and he
especially loved to play when he knew it got a rise from them. He knew his mate
well and cocked his brow at him, waiting for Paul to try to defend himself. He
knew Paul would and that was part of the fun of the game; always know what the
other would do ahead of time.
ŌHey, there might be sumethin private on that!Ķ Paul announced
defensibly not knowing what was on the rest of that roll of film. For all he
knew it could be the porn that John would drool over and then rib Paul
unmercifully with.
Ō I think our boy is worried we might find out about his evil
fetishes. AinÕt that right Paulie? You have somethin ta hide eh?Ķ John shot a
look at a laughing Ringo. He then turned his focus back at Paul giving him a
lecherous face.
Paul huffed in defeat knowing that when John was in one of his
moods he couldnÕt be stopped and that heÕd suffer if John came by any pictures
Paul didnÕt want the others to see. He knew he liked to snap shots of some of
his conquests, especially if there were two birds together. Of course he
usually hid them from Jane in his secret flat he owned in London and kept for
such affairs. All the lads knew of the secret flat and of PaulÕs randy ways. He
flopped into a chair as he pouted.
ŌHeÕs got a sulk on now John.Ķ Ringo laughed at the good time they
were having over the expense of their mate. ÔCourse it was all just a
good-natured lark and PaulÕd get over it, Ringo thought.
ŌOh now weÕll have none of your shirtiness,Ķ John shook his finger
at Paul much as a parent would with a child. Then John whispered loudly enough
for Paul and George to hear, Ō Can that chemist
chap make copies if thereÕs anything of interest in here? Ō John and RingoÕs
shoulders hit and they howled at the joke as John took the pictures out of the
envelope.
Paul groaned as he waited also to see what else was on that roll.
George finished with JohnÕs guitar and sat it in the stand. He got up and
walked over to Paul.
Ō Ah donÕt worry, I donÕt think theyÕll be so keen on seein
armless photos of us havin a kip. Just a few minutes of ribbing is all. YouÕll
see, cÕmon over and get it done and over with.Ķ George nudged Paul. They both
wandered over to see John flip through a few pictures.
