TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE
CHAPTER NINE
BY SUE
I donÕt own the Beatles. This is just fantasy fiction from my
warped mind.
Coldness filled the blackened night as George and Rita stood in
front of Abbey Road studios after John had dropped them off. Ringo bid farewell
to them and left. Clouds of white mist swirled out with each breath they
exhaled. George stood with his hands in his pockets; Rita curled her arms
around herself, tightening her coat in hopes to keep warm. George gave her a
grin as his teeth chattered.
ÒCÕmon, IÕll give you a lift home. IÕm about to freeze out here
and by the looks of you, I think you might too.Ó George told her with a small
laugh. He turned and unlocked the car door.
Sliding in he opened the passenger side for Rita and then started
up the car to warm it up and them.
ÔTa George, itÕs too cold to walk to the tubes.Ó Rita told him
mindlessly.
George had seen it coming; he had seen the look on her face when
everything happened with Paul and again when she spotted Jane. Rita had fallen
for Paul and he knew she had fallen hard. He didnÕt think he should tell her
that Paul had fallen just as hard for her, but he knew somehow that she knew
this too. Paul wouldnÕt do anything about it right away. Paul was funny that
way and with everything that was going on, he knew that Paul was to preoccupied
by all of this to do anything. Somehow George figured Paul would if all worked
out the way they wanted and the alternate destiny didnÕt win out. He wasnÕt
sure yet, he just felt it. Then again as they had seen anything could happen.
He slipped his hand in hers.
Rita snapped out of her thoughts when she felt the warmth of
his hand in hers.
She felt the light squeezed of it, his touch told her that he
knew. George knew she had fallen for his friend, and he also knew that his
friend had fallen for her. She hadnÕt intended too, neither of them had. It was
all to clear to her now how it happened. The dream flickered in her mind as she
turned to look up at GeorgeÕs kind and gentle face. His brown eyes searched
hers.
ÒYouÕve fallen for him, gone soft have you?Ó It was a question
that they both knew the answer to. George gazed at her with steady eyes as he
waited for her answer.
She met his stare, knowing it was one of concern and emotion, not
of anger or disappointment. Rita knew from the moment she had met George that
she could tell him anything. She knew that they would be connected as friends
for life. Just as her grandmother had been connected to her friend through the
kinship of their psychic abilities, so would she with George. She also felt
that connection to Paul. She knew that connection would be there for just as
long, she just didnÕt know how he would fit into her life.
ÒYes, IÕm afraid so George.Ó Her thumb caressed his hand and he
turned to her as the heat started to warm the car and them.
ÒI thought you might. I thought it rubbish when you said that the
two of you would take it day by day. I reckon the closeness the two of you have
shared is something few people do.Ó George cracked his sore neck and then his
thumb met hers. He caught it in his and then released it as he too caressed her
hand.
Rita gave him a sad smile, Ò Those dreams of Paul and I dancing in
bare feet, under the stars and dressed in white formals. I know now what they
meant. I donÕt know why I didnÕt see it sooner. The fog, that was really clouds
as our souls met and we danced into the heavens together after we died. I no
longer have those dreams, so I know I will be safe. I have touched his soul and
he has touched mine.Ó Rita stopped for a minute; a tear ran down her face as
she thought about it.
George nodded; he understood exactly what she was telling him. The
signs had been there all along and yet neither had seen them. The dream, if he
had only listened to her dream he would have known it was Paul and her
immediately. Dying together as their souls danced together, forever one in the
lordÕs arms, he thought. It almost seem as if it had come out of a book. This
whole situation seem as if it were a novel on a best sellers list. To bad he
only wrote music. If things worked out it would make one hell of a book. His
mind focused back on Rita.
ÒI know you wanted to stay with him tonight. It was a surprise to
all of us when Jane came down stair. I suspect it will be a surprise to him
when he wakes.Ó George told her.
Rita shook her head in agreement. Ò I did want to stay with him. I
know this all sounds like a lot of bullocks, but really in just a few days I
have fallen for him. We shared a destiny, maybe itÕs not the one that is
suppose to be, but still we were in each otherÕs dreams.Ó Rita told him quietly
as she wiped the tears away.
ÒLuv, itÕs not a lot of rubbish, really it isnÕt. Especially when
you not only shared a destiny, but also shared each other in a way that is more
intimate then most can. You became one, not in just body, but in mind and most
importantly in soul.Ó George reassured her.
He took his hand away and caressed her cheek with the back of it,
wiping the tears away. She hurt and he felt for her. He didnÕt know what would
happen between the two, but he did feel that she was better for Paul than Jane.
He liked Jane, she was pretty, smart, and her own person, but she wasnÕt what
Paul needed. She was a step that Paul took up the ladder of society and she
looked good on his arm. Sure he knew Paul loved Jane, or thought he did. It
just wasnÕt the love that one needed for a permanent relationship. Plus, he
still had that feeling about Paul and Rita.
Rita leaned towards George; her head lay on his shoulder. She
could felt his compassion as he rubbed her back and kissed the top of her head.
His hold was warm and loving. Rita knew he would always be in her life and was
glad. She only wished that Paul too would be in her life forever, but not as a
friend. She sniffled and wiped her nose with the back of her coat sleeve as she
kept her head resting on GeorgeÕs shoulder.
ÒYouÕre right George. Only you would understand. I think you will
be someone in my life that will always understand me and I you. I just donÕt
know what to do. I can feel him, and not just like anyone in love. I get
feelings about what is going on with him. He will wake scared from a very real
dream tonight. He will dream what he saw through your eyes, the vision of his
own death. He will feel, smell, hear and taste it, and IÕm afraid that will
scare the hell out of him. Bloody hell, I need to be with him, he needs me to
be with him. Jane wonÕt understand it. He will feel death all around him and he
will not know what to do in order to get rid of it. He will also feel the guilt
of John and Vickie. Guilt of killing two people, one he loves dearly and
another he has only just met. This will surely tear him apart and I canÕt help
him. Ò She sighed, feeling depressed and helpless.
ÒYou think that will happen?Ó George asked softly into her ear.
ÒI know it will, and I will feel it when he does. George? Ò Rita
asked thoughtfully.
ÒYes luv.Ó He hugged her as he answered.
ÒWill you go to him tomorrow?Ó She asked.
ÒYes, of course I will. He is me oldest mate and believe me I do
love him. He can be a right arse at times, stubborn, hot headed, moody, but he
can also be kind, warm and a generous soul. I will ring him in the morning and
stop by. Will that make you feel any better?Ó George asked as he took his
fingers and curled them under her chin. He lifted her face to his waiting for
her answer.
ÒYes, yes it would. Thank you so much. Pattie is a very lucky
woman to have such a wonderful husband. I only hope she realizes what she has
in you.Ó Rita gave him a small affectionate smile.
George blushed slightly, making Rita smile more.
ÒI am lucky as well to have her. Rita what will you do about your
feelings for Paul?Ó George changed the subject, allowing his face to lose its
redness.
Ò First, I want to get passed November 9th with Paul
and John intact. I know Vickie will be safe. We must figure out how to stop
this change in destiny. Maybe you could take PaulÕs keys from him so he canÕt
leave in his car?Ó She asked hopefully. That would be an easy way to end the
whole situation.
He thought for a moment, Ò Yeah I could do that, sure. Now that he
is safe with such a simple plan, what are you going to do with your feelings
for him?Ó George wondered why no one had thought of something as simple as
taking his keys before. He then pushed on with her feelings for his mate.
Rita sat up and turned to stare out the windscreen, Ò I guess IÕll
have to see what happens. WeÕve already seen how things can change. Maybe we
can be together, if not then I guess IÕll have to deal with it now wonÕt I.Ó
She turned and gave him a bigger smile that lit up her face and hid her pain.
George smiled back at her. He hoped that things would work for
them. If they didnÕt he knew that he would be there for her.
ÒI suppose I should take you on back to your flat and get my self
home before Pattie wakes and worries on me.Ó George turned back to the wheel
and shifted the car in reverse. Driving away he wondered how he would find Paul
tomorrow and what would happen between Rita and his mate.
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The sun had risen, itÕs rays held back from the room by heavy
drapes. The lilac scent that Jane had sprayed in the room had long faded with
the hours that passed through the night. Candle wax hardened around the base if
each holder, spilling lightly over where they sat. There wicks charred from her
soft breath as she had blown them out.
The night hadnÕt been what Jane had excepted as she crawled
into bed. Her mind had envisioned a sultry reunion along with passionate
lovemaking. Instead, Jane watched Paul sleep, trousers still on along with his
shirt. Her hand ran over his beautiful torso, feeling his warmth that she love
so much. She watched with worry and disappointment, her head felt each
reassuring breath as it lay on his chest. It was like a lullaby; her eyes could
no longer stay open and sleep soon consumed her too.
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The pole was just ahead. Paul knew he couldnÕt stop the car and
destiny would overcome. He heard JohnÕs yelled words to his wife and child and
then heard himself ask for forgiveness. Paul wanted forgiveness from God for
not heeding his friendÕs warning. He wanted forgiveness for killing two
innocent people along with himself. Hot tempered, thatÕs what John and he
always were. He knew he could be stubborn and John could be impulsive, often
using his mouth when he didnÕt know where else to hide. Paul knew this, yet he
let John bait him and forgot about GeorgeÕs words, and then ignored JohnÕs when
he reminded him.
The pole moved in slow motion, it almost seemed as if it was
moving towards them instead of them moving towards it. BAM!!!! He heard the
thunderous collision between both objects. Things went dim for a moment, and
then light flickered as his lashes batted open. His eyes squinted and burned
from the warm fluid that ran over them. He moved slightly, pinned, weak, and in
pain. He saw John dead, his body half way through the windscreen. He remembered
now, the ghastly screams of the girl, the yell from John and the hollered pleas
from himself. He smelled something, but didnÕt know what it was. He felt
so cold as he watched the red think liquid make puddles on the seat and dash.
Was that his own blood he wondered? He was slowly dying; he felt it as he said
a prayer he had long forgotten about that his mum had taught him. The order
assaulted him again, as he felt so dizzy and so ready to go. ItÕs Gas he
thought as he started to lose consciousness.
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Paul shot up in bed, screaming as he heard and
saw the explosion that would burn their bodies, making them unrecognizable.
Sweatsoaked through his clothes, his body shook wildly as Jane jumped up
startled and held him tightly.
ÒWhat Paul, what is it?Ó Jane asked, her eyes wide open and
scared.
Paul turned his head quickly at the voice below him. Who was it?
Was it an angel? Was he dead? He panted as he tried to remember how to
breathe.
Jane reached over and turned the lamp on. She saw his pasty white
face and the sweaty fear that ran through out it. His clothes were soaked as if
he had stood out in the rain with them on. She hated those bloody drugs he
took. Paul looked a fright, and all because he didnÕt listen to her and stay
away from the hard stuff. It didnÕt matter now though, she just wanted to calm
him down. His body shook so violently it scared her as she hushed him in sweet
whispers.
ÒShhhh, itÕs alright luv. IÕm here.Ó Jane looked up at his
bewildered and scared eyes.
He saw the light shine off her flaming red hair. Flaming, like the
car had been. The flames that had engulfed him and John, and turned their
bodies into the black smoke that rose into the heavens. The thought made him
shiver more. NO!!!!! His mind yelled. He couldnÕt conceive it. He pulled away
from her.
ÒNOOOO!ÉÉNo no no!!!!! IÕm so sorry.Ó Paul sobbed.
Jane took her hands and shook him holding both shoulders.
ÒPaul itÕs me. ItÕs Janie.Ó She tried to make him focus on her.
He saw her soft lily-white skin, not charred, but white and alive.
He looked into those beautiful eyes that shone with love and concern. It had
been a dream. It was real, he remembered now. He had seen, heard and felt it
through GeorgeÕs eyes. This time it was a dream. He wanted to cheat death; they
had too. He needed to feel alive, needed to know he was still alive. He wanted
to take her and feel all the life she had inside her. He needed to come back
and the only way he could at that moment was to fuck death away. To make love
to her, as hard as he could, removing the cold of death with the warmth of
life. He had to work his body, feel the pleasure, to know he was truly there
and alive. He grabbed her and kissed her hard. Yes, those lips that accepted
his were so warm and alive. He felt her tongue eagerly search his mouth as he
found it and wrapped his around hers.
Paul broke from her only long enough to take his wet clothes off.
He then came back down on her hard and determined. JaneÕs body lay trapped
under his. Paul peeled her silk kimono off and found the most luscious soft
smelling skin under it. He pressed his naked body against hers. He rubbed
against her, skin-to-skin and took in all the sensations that it brought to
him.
Paul roughly ran his fingers over her warm body and sucked hard on
her nipple. He was hard and ready. He needed release, he needed to feel his
body work for it and it didnÕt matter to him who it was as long a he could feel
and be alive.
Jane felt the roughness. Paul had never been so rough with her
before. It scared her and yet it excited her as she felt him push hard, pulling
her two legs apart that stood in his way. Jane saw the look of a madman
possessed with only one thing on his mind. She wondered if he even knew it was
she. Pain rushed through her body as he entered her. Would he tear her apart,
she wondered?
Paul savagely shoved her legs apart and plunged deep inside of
her. He didnÕt even give her a minute to get used to him inside of her. He
rammed his burning self into her. Jane had been a bit dry at first, but he
couldnÕt think, all he knew was the Id part of his brain that drove him onward.
Paul felt the warm wetness come and surround him. It felt so good this warm
wetness that brought him closer to the living. He held her warm body as close
as he could, only wanting to rid himself of the coldness that he felt. Each
thrust came harder without a thought of how this was affecting Jane. His mind
still struggled to get out of the dream.
Jane didnÕt understand his roughness and never thought it would
excite her so much. She felt him hold her so close that she could barely
breath. Each time he entered her, her body reacted to the pleasure it brought.
She found his lips and felt the bruises of urgency from his kisses. She
wondered for a minute why he was taking her this way. It was soon forgotten as
another wave of pleasure filled her body.
Paul worked his body as hard as he could. Instead of cold sweat
covering his body, now hot sweat poured off of his back. It ran down his wet
mop of hair that stuck to his face and ran into his eyes. He quickly wiped the
burning perspiration from his eyes. He brought himself up allowing him to push
deeper into Jane. His body no longer cold, burned with the heat of his desire.
He gasped in ragged breaths as he made his body work harder. Paul could feel
JaneÕs body being pushed up the bed and into the mattress as he plunged deeper,
harder and faster into her. Each urgent movement brought him farther from the
dream of death and closer to the land of the living.
Jane felt the heat pour off of PaulÕs body, he felt like a
furnace. Even from the distance he now had between them she felt the heat being
thrown off his body. His sweat sprinkled onto her body and she could smell that
luscious male order mixed with the order of sex. The smell helped push her to
the edge; she could feel the start of her climax.
Paul felt her body start to tremble. He knew it was the being of
her orgasm as she pulled him tightly into her. He groaned at the feeling. He
felt the electricity of life hit each nerve as her orgasm started bringing him
into his own. He couldnÕt think, couldnÕt stop as his body kept commanding him.
ÒBloody Hell!!!! ÉÉÉ..So alive, you feel so fuckin alive!!!!!Ó He
panted as he yelled, feeling the storm starting to thunder through his body.
The storm hit him like lightning, shooting through his body,
bringing him back to life. He could even feel the hair on the back of his neck
stand on end as the force closed in on him. His ears heard thunder, or was that
his heart beating so hard it sounded like it?
ÒIÕm ÉÉ.aliveÉ..fuckin,ÉÉ.OH YEAH!!Ó He gasped hard as he
drew in a breath that sent his body into the waiting hand of his climax and his
life.
His mind swirled as he continued on autopilot, pounding and then
releasing the life fluid into the girl that lay under him. His body shook and
then stopped as he relished every last drop and feeling that came out of him.
Jane exhausted felt PaulÕs body slump onto her. She didnÕt quite
understand his yells. She knew it was hard to concentrate on what he was saying
as her own body took her away. Jane felt his hot body fall from hers and she
panted, trying to get herself back.
PaulÕs body trembled as he fell onto the soft body under him. His
mind was still cloudy from the powerful storm that took him. He pulled in hard
breaths, filling his lungs with the oxygen that would keep him alive. Yes, he
thought, he was alive. The coldness was in the back of his mind. He shivered
from the heat in him and the coldness that still sat in back of his mind as
they mixed together. He quickly pushed them away, holding on to life as he
continued to breath heavily. He reached out for the warm body he had held onto.
He saw her curl up to him, warm with love in her eyes and face as she kissed
him.
ÒJanie.Ó He panted quietly as he remembered it was her that
brought him back from death. He knew she had no idea and his mind started to
race. He needed to talk to someone. He physically felt alive, but the fear was
still burned in his mind. He lay there calming down until he heard her soft
breaths as she fell into a peaceful and heavy sleep.
He un-wrenched himself from her body and stood up to watch her
sleep for a minute. Jane? When did she get here? He shook his head, grabbed
some fresh clothes and took a long hot shower. He changed, shaved and brushed
his teeth. He put on his deodorant, picked up his shoes and snuck out of the
room.
PaulÕs brain started to replay everything that had happened.
Without thinking he missed a stair and slid all the way down them. He slowly
got up and rubbed his sore bum. He needed to be with Rita or talk to George.
What was Jane doing back? This would only make it harder to get to the only
people who could help him. He put the kettle on the cooker, sat down, lit a
cigarette and looked up at the clock. Ten isnÕt late; he wondered if he should
call Rita or maybe George. The whistle brought him back as he got up to pour
himself some tea.
George sat on his pillow in the music room. He had felt PaulÕs
dream, as he knew Rita had too. He had spoken to Ravi earlier. George
remembered what Ravi told him after explaining the phenomenon that had
transpired the day before.
ÒGeorge you are now just as connected to Paul as Rita. You have
shared a vision with him. He will be affected and scared by this intimacy the
two of you have had. Rita is also very connected to him, for they have had an
intimacy of their own. He is in the middle and you must be there for him. The
idea of taking the keys are good, but always have a back up plan my friend.Ó
George repeated this in his mind over and over again.
ÒBack up plan? Ò He thought to himself.
He had decided to meditate on it all. ThatÕs when he felt PaulÕs
dream. Deeper into the meditation he was drawn into a place he had not yet
experienced. He was in PaulÕs dream. He followed the dream as Paul had followed
GeorgeÕs vision. He heard, saw and felt it all. He felt PaulÕs fear of death,
felt his coldness and then to his shock went through PaulÕs desperation to feel
alive. He couldnÕt stop or get out of the mediated state that brought him into
his friends mind. He witnessed and felt the feelings and then the urgency at
feeling alive. When he finally came out of it, he was surprised that he was
sweaty and felt as if he was the one whom had had sex to feel alive. He grew
more responsive and realized Paul needed him. He slowly got up and shook off
the glow, he rubbed his bum, not knowing why it hurt. George dialed the rotary
phone, spinning the dial to PaulÕs number.
The phone didnÕt even ring once when it was picked up. Paul
greeted George before he had a chance to speak.
ÒGeorge, thank God.Ó A relieved Paul spoke.
ÒYes Paul, itÕs me. I had another vision and saw what you did. I
think I should come by. I know you are shaky and need me. Ò George told him.
ÒWhat happened last night? When did Jane get here? Ò Paul asked in
bewilderment.
ÒYou were in shock from seeing the vision through my eyes. We took
you back to your flat. You were in shock and when we saw that Jane was home we
took you upstairs. John told her you were slipped a drug that we didnÕt know
of. Rita told her it was strong and youÕd probably have bizarre dreams. John
made it look as if Rita was with him to save you the embarrassment. We were
dead keen on staying with you, until Jane showed. Rita is worried too and told
me youÕd have this reaction. I didnÕt know IÕd relive it with you. Ravi says
that now you are in the middle. The intimacy of sharing a vision as we did has
brought us closer in our minds as you with Rita after the two of you also
sharedÉÉ..well a different kind of intimacy. Either way it works to be the
same. Ò George felt flustered by this admission to his friend, Ò Jane is
leaving Monday morning and wants to spend time with you. I could bring Pattie
along and we could do something together. Sound bout right to you?Ó George
asked.
Ò Yeah, yeah good show that. IÕll get Jane up and tell her that
you and Pattie are on your way over. That seems good.Ó Paul answered hastily,
then he thought about what George had said, Ò You could see what I did, the
dream and all that sort?Ó Paul fidgeted with the phone cord as he waited for
GeorgeÕs answer.
ÒYes, sorry. I canÕt control it all the time. My mind trembled
with yours, I felt your fear inside and the urgent need to feel alive. Dare I
say,Ó George paused for a minute wondering if he should continue, but then
realized they needed to be up front with one another. Ò I did see and feel, IÕm
afraid, the choice you made to feel alive and crawl away from that cold feeling
of death that washed all over you. Sorry on that one. I came out of it and must
have hurt my lower back, did you fall and I didnÕt see it? Ò George asked.
ÒI tripped down the stairs on my bum. Hurts like hell it does.Ó
Paul answered, his face flushed with embarrassment.
Ò Right then thatÕs why my back hurts. Quiet strange that. Well,
donÕt feel embarrassed mate. IÕll be by soon. Ò George hung up the phone, still
pondering everything that had happened between them. Strange he thought as he
picked up his pillow and started towards the door.
Pattie listened to GeorgeÕs conversation with Ravi and then heard
him speaking awhile later. She crept from the door and slowly picked up the
phone receiver. She heard the whole conversation between Paul and George. She
was shock to find out how these visions and dreams were connecting the two. She
hung up quickly and ducked into the bathroom. She finished putting on her
make-up as she thought about the last few weeks and what she had discovered. It
was so hard to hold this all in and she tried to be supportive of George, but
she just wanted to scream to him to tell her. All she could do was sit by and
watch it all unfold. It was Saturday, eleven days left after this one she
though and then it would all be over. She heard a light tap on the door.
ÒPet? Ò George yelled in.
Pattie smiled at the name he always affectionately called her.
ÒYes luv?Ó
Ò I need to go to PaulÕs. I thought since Jane is home for the
weekend that we could spend the day with them. Is that alright?Ó George asked.
Pattie opened the door to the bathroom,Ó DonÕt you think Jane
wants time alone with Paul?Ó She told him, snickering to herself. She knew the
real reason, but she had to play her part.
ÒUm, well, Paul asked us over. CÕmon luv it will be nice.Ó He pleaded
lightly with her.
Pattie moved closer to George and stood on the tips of her toes in
order to wrap her arms around GeorgeÕs neck. She kissed him full on the mouth.
Their lips stayed locked and She could feel him stir. This was mean she
thought, but so was keeping her out of what was going on. She understood why,
but still she wanted him the feel the frustration she felt, even if it was for
a few minutes.
Ò I thought we could have a quiet day together and we could start
with making love.Ó She cooed in his ear.
George pulled her tightly against his body. She fit into him and
he knew she felt his hardness. George felt himself getting lost in her kiss, in
her body and in their love for one another. Well, a quick shag wouldnÕt hurt,
he thought as he surrendered, feeling her body rub against his hardness.
Pattie felt his hot rapid breath against her neck. She felt the
goose bumps crawl up her body as it answered his. She heard him groan in her
ear as he nibbled it. She had to stop this before she too got carried away.
Gently she pulled away from him and caught her breath.
ÒWell, if we must then letÕs, straight awayÓ She smiled teasingly
up at him.
Ò You are a wench arenÕt you?Ó George groaned as he straightened
himself in his pants, Ò I need a secÓ
ÒOh sorry. Ò Pattie giggled as she watched her husbandÕs tight lip
nod.
ÒYouÕll get yours later, so watch out.Ó George told her, as he was
now able to move.
ÒPromise?Ó Pattie giggled a bit more as she took her coat from
George.
George pitched her butt as she walked ahead of him to the door.
Ò I promise, Guaranteed that one is.Ó He gave her a mischievous
smile as she looked over her shoulder and tossed her blonde hair. Then laughed
again as they headed towards the car door. God he loved her so much and that
laugh, the hair toss, everything. He shook his head and wondered if he could
watch her die like his dreams. He would save her he knew he could never live
with out her. He put the key in the ignition and they left for PaulÕs house.