George opened the door and got into the front seat, slamming it behind him. Paul and Ringo, still sitting in the back, waited expectantly.
“You’ve finally done it then?” Paul said, when George failed to respond.
“What?” George replied gruffly.
“You’ve finally finished him off. Done him in. Sent him off to the great rock and roll joint in the sky.”
George remained in silence, staring out of the front of the car.
Paul gripped Ringo’s arm. “Bloody hell, Ring! He really has! Either one of us could be next!”
Ringo smiled. “Where is he then?” he asked George.
“He left,” George said, unhelpfully.
“Left? Left what? Where?” Ringo said.
George sighed. “He got all pissed off when I couldn’t get through to my folks and wandered, well, marched, off.”
“And that’s the last we’ll hear of John Lennon,” Paul said solemnly.
Ringo gave him a withering look. “We’ll have to go and look for him.”
“Sod that. If he’s stupid enough to go wandering off that’s his problem,” George said sulkily.
“He’ll come back when he gets cold enough,” Paul agreed.
Ringo shook his head. “He’s probably lost. We’ll have to go and find him.”
“All of us?” George asked.
“It’d be quicker if we all go.”
Wearily, George opened his door.
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Definitely Maybe (Beatles/Oasis Crossover Fan Fiction)
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