Post by BudgieWudgieWeed on May 5, 2007 14:25:05 GMT 1
Okay, here's a fan fiction I've written. But usually I write slash fiction ( *blushblushblush* ) so this was quite different to write 
. Oh, and this is the first chapter so there'll be more soon 
;D
Chapter one - A London Hotel
Okay. So imagine you’re visiting an aunt who’s in a hotel in London. She’s asked you to come, and you’ve travelled quite far. So when the cab stops in front of her hotel, you’d most rather order a room and just fall down on the bed to sleep.
You step out of the car, and discover it is raining cats and dogs. Great, isn’t it? You’ll probably get soaked and it Doesn’t feel too nice. You’re getting your luggage from the trunk and walk towards the door. It looks familiar to you, but you can’t really place where you’ve seen it before. You’re too tired to think about it anyway.
So, then you’re walking towards the desk, and the woman who’s behind it helps you. 4th floor, last door on the corridor. There are elevators, in case you can’t carry your suitcases up the stairs and since you’re tired you decide to use them.
The lift up seems to take ages, and when you’re finally upstairs and the doors open, your sight is blurry just because you’re so bloody tired. You then walk into the corridor, it turns out to be rather big. Well, better say huge.
But you start walking anyhow, because you need to get to your aunts room. And, then there’s the stupid table which you fall over.
And you fall. Twice. You fall down on the floor, and even worse. You fall asleep, there, in the corridor... Not so very good, on the cold floor. Might get a cold, you know?
*
When you wake up, you’re in a room. it is most likely that your aunt has found you asleep in the corridor, dragged you into her apartment and has laid you down on the bed.
You hear voices coming from the living room. Voices you’ve never heard before, but they have a strange familiarity to them. Then it hits you, the only voice you’re supposed to hear is your aunt’s after all... But she could have visitors, couldn’t she? Or maybe they’re other people who’ve found you and don’t know where you have to go. That’s another possibility.
And you have to go to the bathroom. As you look around in the room, you see there’s a bathroom connected to the bedroom you’re in. So you get out of bed, no you try to get out of bed but as soon as you put a little weight on your left ankle, it is hurting too much. Since it wasn’t expected, you scream.
But no-one seems to hear you anyway. So it doesn’t really matter.
Oh, the newspaper is on the table next to your bed... Since you can’t do much, and since no one just heared you, you decide to read a bit of it.
And you almost shriek. Well, that’s not so weird. What would you do otherwise, if the Beatles were on the front of it? Any Beatlemaniac would yell. So you start reading the article.
‘’Taking over Europe
With their number one hit, the Beatles are topping the charts all over Europe. She Loves You is an instant success and’’
You stop reading. This sounds like a newspaper made in the sixties, but that’s impossible, right? You’re, after all, living in the year 2007, while this looks like it’s written somewhere in 1963... That can’t be possible, can it? Maybe it’s a reprint or so your aunt has bought for you, the paper looks too fresh to be old.
But as you look at the date, you discover it isn’t a reprint. There’s nowhere a line that says it is, after all... The year is on it, though.
1963.
And now you yell again. You can’t help it. This can’t be true, can it? Your aunt has just bought you a really nice, mint condition 1963 newspaper which has THE BEATLES ON THE FRONTPAGE? That’s just. Too wow.
And now your aunt has heared you. You think. Because the door is opening, so then someone must come in, after all...
Only, it isn’t your aunt.
But you DO know the face.
And you really think you might have a heart attack. Well, what would you do otherwise when you saw a bloody Beatle standing right in front of you?! Indeed, you have a heart attack, faint or yell.
‘’Why did you yell?’’ Paul asks... ‘’ Are you alright?’’
Am I alright, am I alright? There’s a bloody Beatle standing in front of me, of course I‘m not alright! But then you remember you can’t just say it’s because they’re in the newspapers. Right then you remember your hurt foot.
‘’I just tried to get out of bed, but my foot hurts...’’
‘’Oh. I’ll call a doctor who can look at it.’’
‘’Thanks’’
‘’Where’s the patient, where’s the patient?!” John yells as he runs into the room. He’s wearing a white coat and is holding a lamp above his head.
To be continued...
. Oh, and this is the first chapter so there'll be more soon 
;DChapter one - A London Hotel
Okay. So imagine you’re visiting an aunt who’s in a hotel in London. She’s asked you to come, and you’ve travelled quite far. So when the cab stops in front of her hotel, you’d most rather order a room and just fall down on the bed to sleep.
You step out of the car, and discover it is raining cats and dogs. Great, isn’t it? You’ll probably get soaked and it Doesn’t feel too nice. You’re getting your luggage from the trunk and walk towards the door. It looks familiar to you, but you can’t really place where you’ve seen it before. You’re too tired to think about it anyway.
So, then you’re walking towards the desk, and the woman who’s behind it helps you. 4th floor, last door on the corridor. There are elevators, in case you can’t carry your suitcases up the stairs and since you’re tired you decide to use them.
The lift up seems to take ages, and when you’re finally upstairs and the doors open, your sight is blurry just because you’re so bloody tired. You then walk into the corridor, it turns out to be rather big. Well, better say huge.
But you start walking anyhow, because you need to get to your aunts room. And, then there’s the stupid table which you fall over.
And you fall. Twice. You fall down on the floor, and even worse. You fall asleep, there, in the corridor... Not so very good, on the cold floor. Might get a cold, you know?
*
When you wake up, you’re in a room. it is most likely that your aunt has found you asleep in the corridor, dragged you into her apartment and has laid you down on the bed.
You hear voices coming from the living room. Voices you’ve never heard before, but they have a strange familiarity to them. Then it hits you, the only voice you’re supposed to hear is your aunt’s after all... But she could have visitors, couldn’t she? Or maybe they’re other people who’ve found you and don’t know where you have to go. That’s another possibility.
And you have to go to the bathroom. As you look around in the room, you see there’s a bathroom connected to the bedroom you’re in. So you get out of bed, no you try to get out of bed but as soon as you put a little weight on your left ankle, it is hurting too much. Since it wasn’t expected, you scream.
But no-one seems to hear you anyway. So it doesn’t really matter.
Oh, the newspaper is on the table next to your bed... Since you can’t do much, and since no one just heared you, you decide to read a bit of it.
And you almost shriek. Well, that’s not so weird. What would you do otherwise, if the Beatles were on the front of it? Any Beatlemaniac would yell. So you start reading the article.
‘’Taking over Europe
With their number one hit, the Beatles are topping the charts all over Europe. She Loves You is an instant success and’’
You stop reading. This sounds like a newspaper made in the sixties, but that’s impossible, right? You’re, after all, living in the year 2007, while this looks like it’s written somewhere in 1963... That can’t be possible, can it? Maybe it’s a reprint or so your aunt has bought for you, the paper looks too fresh to be old.
But as you look at the date, you discover it isn’t a reprint. There’s nowhere a line that says it is, after all... The year is on it, though.
1963.
And now you yell again. You can’t help it. This can’t be true, can it? Your aunt has just bought you a really nice, mint condition 1963 newspaper which has THE BEATLES ON THE FRONTPAGE? That’s just. Too wow.
And now your aunt has heared you. You think. Because the door is opening, so then someone must come in, after all...
Only, it isn’t your aunt.
But you DO know the face.
And you really think you might have a heart attack. Well, what would you do otherwise when you saw a bloody Beatle standing right in front of you?! Indeed, you have a heart attack, faint or yell.
‘’Why did you yell?’’ Paul asks... ‘’ Are you alright?’’
Am I alright, am I alright? There’s a bloody Beatle standing in front of me, of course I‘m not alright! But then you remember you can’t just say it’s because they’re in the newspapers. Right then you remember your hurt foot.
‘’I just tried to get out of bed, but my foot hurts...’’
‘’Oh. I’ll call a doctor who can look at it.’’
‘’Thanks’’
‘’Where’s the patient, where’s the patient?!” John yells as he runs into the room. He’s wearing a white coat and is holding a lamp above his head.
To be continued...
I love time-travel stories (I'm always wishing I could go back to the 60s!) Thanks for posting that. 
