Beatles of the Avian Variety Chapter Threee
So....here it is :P
Title: Beatles of the Avian Variety
Author(s): windywisp, me
Pairing: John/Paul, George/Ringo
Rating: PG-13 for the time being
Warnings: Fluffyness and angst for both pairings later, sciency stuff, blood
Summary: When the Fab Four eat a strange bird(Turducken?) for dinner, strange side effects ensue.
Author Notes: Heh. Nothing much to say..
Disclaimer: Never happened, probably couldn't, i don't own the beatles
Chapter One: community.livejournal.com/beatlesslash/1447563.html#cutid1
Chapter Two- community.livejournal.com/beatlesslash/1451447.html
Wind speeding by
Cool air whipping his face
No breathing, no boundaries, no rules.
Just falling.
Free-falling.
John was falling so fast, so fast. He couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't breathe.
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An elderly woman was looking out her hotel window, looking at the sunrise starting to become visible
among the foggy clouds.
She blinked.
She'd thought she'd seen a human-shaped shadow drop past her window. She shook her head. "Youngsters
these days...jumpin' off buildings, just for the fun of it!"
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Think, John, think! Have you forgotten!?
John struggled to remember.
Wings!
His tawny-clored wings spread out suddenly, and he shot up so fast, it hurt. He was ascending, fasr. He let out
a wild woop, coasting on an updraft and flapping to gain even more altitude.
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The elderly woman was making herself a cup of tea, when she heard a commotion at her window. She gasped
when saw a young man with a mop top clinging to his windowsill, grinning like a maniac.
"Oh...my.."
"Hello there, madam," John said jovially, tipping an imaginary hat. "Lovely morning, eh?" The little old lady keeled
over in shock. "Oh goodness! You okay?" John said, leaning over to look at her.
"Crazy kids.." She mumbled, staring at nothing.
"Byebye now! Have a nice day!" John said, pushing off from the windowsill, and flapping away. He did a large loop-de-loop
in he sky, and sailed downward, John stuck out a leg, and landed, He tripped and tumbled over, feathers flying. He folded his wings into
his shirt, getting up on blistered feet, and walked into the hotel, nodding to a bewildered doorman on his way in.
"Did he just fall out of the sky...?" the doorman mumbled to himself.
John walked up to the front desk and told the woman sitting there,"There's a fainted little old lady upstairs. Any hospital fees are on me.
Name's John Lennon." And with that, he got into the elevator just before it closed.
A bunch of old people in suits and a mother and her daughter were already there. Some people may feel self-concious standing
barefoot in a simple shirt and jeans with this kind of company.
Not John.
He rocked on his heels, waiting for the elevator to arrive at his floor. A few of the old people left. When they arrived at the top floor, John was bout
to leave, when he felt a tap on his back, between his tightly folded wings.
"Um excuse me, Mister?" the little girl said.
"Yeah?" John said, turning around.
Big mistake.
"Oh! Oh! Shellie! You're right! It's him! It's John Lennon!!" Her mother shrieked, tugging her own hair in excitement. The important-looking
seniors looked at the two women in bewilderment, as John dashed out of the elevator, with the two females hot on his tail. His eyes ran over the numbers on
on the hotel doors, until he found his. He fished through his pockets in a panic. "Shit! It musta fallen out while i was flying.." The girls were getting closer.
John knocked on the door hard. "Hey! Let me in! Let me in! HEY! Paul! Ringo!" Paul opened the door. "John-" "No time!" He grabbed Paul
and dragged him in with him. John locked the door behind him, ran over, pulled a chair over and pushed it against the door.
"John! We thought you went Splatooie on the sidewalk!" Paul said, looking at him with those sparkly eyes.
Sparkle, sparkle. John thought
"Well I didn't, Paul! I flew...like a bird!" John, shaking the sugary, mushy thoughts out of his head.
"How was it, then?" George asked, looking over at him. "Don't leave out any details." So John told them all about the free-falling, the swooping, the flapping,
the strange feeling in his body, the old lady, the elevator, and the girls.
"Where are the birds..girls, right now." It felt weird to refer to girls as birds now.
"I..think I lost them..." John said, looking over at the door warily. "Maybe we should stay inside," George suggested, "Y'know just to be safe."
"Awwh," Ringo complained. "I want to fly too!" "We'll just take the window, then." John said. "But first...let's leave a note for Brian," Paul said, grinning.
Paul fetched a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote somethign down, and showed it to the other beatles.
"Out for a fly." Ringo read.
"You can read!" John said, looking at him in mock suprise.
Ringo rolled his eyes.
"We'll just let Brian try to figure what that means," Paul said, leaving the note on the table, and striding over to the window. They looked like divers
going into a pool as they all jumped out the window.
John watched his bandmates fall for a while. They quickly joined him, flushed and laughing. John noticed an ambulance parked in front of the hotel.
"Hey, looks like they did actually check on her," he said, and they all broke out in high giggles for no reason.
"Watch out for Airplanes!" Paul yelled back as they formed a rather lopsided V-formation, like geese, with Paul at the point. "Wow....wow!" Paul breathed, taking in the sights. "Told you it was wonderful," John said. "It's better'n being on acid."
John closed his eyes. He loved flying more than anything. He loved the swooping in his belly, and the way he felt high above everybody else. The buildings looked tiny from way up here, like minature cities. He couldn't even see any people.
"Ack!" He whirled around and saw George fall back. Ringo swooped over to him. "George? What's wrong?" he asked. "What? Talk a little slower!"
"What's the matter?" Paul asked, turning and flapping over. "Something about a pie," Ringo said. "Pie is good," Paul said. "You shoudl try my Aunt Mimi's
pumpikin pie..mmmm."
"Not pie! FLY! I swallowed a fly!" "A fly!?" John exclaimed. "I can feel it buzzing around in my stomach." George groaned. "Oh don't worry George! Soon enough, the fly will tire of buzzing, settle into the juices in your stomach and distenegrate! Flies are high in protein, y'know." John answered.
They decided to fly back to their hotel; it was getting cold.
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Brian opened clicked open the door. He pushed the chair out of the way, and looked around. Some food was sitting on the table, and the window was wide open. There was a note on the parlor counter.
Out for a fly.
"Wha.." he said, looking around.
"No.." He looked at the open window. He knew John liked to snuff sometimes, but did it really go so far that he jumped out the window? And the other Beatles too?
He gaped at the window, as if wishing for an answer.
He got one.
Four moptopped boys crashed through the open window, feathers everywhere. Paul lay on top of John, who was on top of Ringo who was one top of George, wings flapping frantically.
Wait..WINGS!?
"Hi, Brian," George said quietly, completley crushed under his bandmates.
Title: Beatles of the Avian Variety
Author(s): windywisp, me
Pairing: John/Paul, George/Ringo
Rating: PG-13 for the time being
Warnings: Fluffyness and angst for both pairings later, sciency stuff, blood
Summary: When the Fab Four eat a strange bird(Turducken?) for dinner, strange side effects ensue.
Author Notes: Heh. Nothing much to say..
Disclaimer: Never happened, probably couldn't, i don't own the beatles
Chapter One: community.livejournal.com/beatlesslash/1447563.html#cutid1
Chapter Two- community.livejournal.com/beatlesslash/1451447.html
Wind speeding by
Cool air whipping his face
No breathing, no boundaries, no rules.
Just falling.
Free-falling.
John was falling so fast, so fast. He couldn't think, couldn't talk, couldn't breathe.
----------------------------
An elderly woman was looking out her hotel window, looking at the sunrise starting to become visible
among the foggy clouds.
She blinked.
She'd thought she'd seen a human-shaped shadow drop past her window. She shook her head. "Youngsters
these days...jumpin' off buildings, just for the fun of it!"
----------------------------
Think, John, think! Have you forgotten!?
John struggled to remember.
Wings!
His tawny-clored wings spread out suddenly, and he shot up so fast, it hurt. He was ascending, fasr. He let out
a wild woop, coasting on an updraft and flapping to gain even more altitude.
----------------------------
The elderly woman was making herself a cup of tea, when she heard a commotion at her window. She gasped
when saw a young man with a mop top clinging to his windowsill, grinning like a maniac.
"Oh...my.."
"Hello there, madam," John said jovially, tipping an imaginary hat. "Lovely morning, eh?" The little old lady keeled
over in shock. "Oh goodness! You okay?" John said, leaning over to look at her.
"Crazy kids.." She mumbled, staring at nothing.
"Byebye now! Have a nice day!" John said, pushing off from the windowsill, and flapping away. He did a large loop-de-loop
in he sky, and sailed downward, John stuck out a leg, and landed, He tripped and tumbled over, feathers flying. He folded his wings into
his shirt, getting up on blistered feet, and walked into the hotel, nodding to a bewildered doorman on his way in.
"Did he just fall out of the sky...?" the doorman mumbled to himself.
John walked up to the front desk and told the woman sitting there,"There's a fainted little old lady upstairs. Any hospital fees are on me.
Name's John Lennon." And with that, he got into the elevator just before it closed.
A bunch of old people in suits and a mother and her daughter were already there. Some people may feel self-concious standing
barefoot in a simple shirt and jeans with this kind of company.
Not John.
He rocked on his heels, waiting for the elevator to arrive at his floor. A few of the old people left. When they arrived at the top floor, John was bout
to leave, when he felt a tap on his back, between his tightly folded wings.
"Um excuse me, Mister?" the little girl said.
"Yeah?" John said, turning around.
Big mistake.
"Oh! Oh! Shellie! You're right! It's him! It's John Lennon!!" Her mother shrieked, tugging her own hair in excitement. The important-looking
seniors looked at the two women in bewilderment, as John dashed out of the elevator, with the two females hot on his tail. His eyes ran over the numbers on
on the hotel doors, until he found his. He fished through his pockets in a panic. "Shit! It musta fallen out while i was flying.." The girls were getting closer.
John knocked on the door hard. "Hey! Let me in! Let me in! HEY! Paul! Ringo!" Paul opened the door. "John-" "No time!" He grabbed Paul
and dragged him in with him. John locked the door behind him, ran over, pulled a chair over and pushed it against the door.
"John! We thought you went Splatooie on the sidewalk!" Paul said, looking at him with those sparkly eyes.
Sparkle, sparkle. John thought
"Well I didn't, Paul! I flew...like a bird!" John, shaking the sugary, mushy thoughts out of his head.
"How was it, then?" George asked, looking over at him. "Don't leave out any details." So John told them all about the free-falling, the swooping, the flapping,
the strange feeling in his body, the old lady, the elevator, and the girls.
"Where are the birds..girls, right now." It felt weird to refer to girls as birds now.
"I..think I lost them..." John said, looking over at the door warily. "Maybe we should stay inside," George suggested, "Y'know just to be safe."
"Awwh," Ringo complained. "I want to fly too!" "We'll just take the window, then." John said. "But first...let's leave a note for Brian," Paul said, grinning.
Paul fetched a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote somethign down, and showed it to the other beatles.
"Out for a fly." Ringo read.
"You can read!" John said, looking at him in mock suprise.
Ringo rolled his eyes.
"We'll just let Brian try to figure what that means," Paul said, leaving the note on the table, and striding over to the window. They looked like divers
going into a pool as they all jumped out the window.
John watched his bandmates fall for a while. They quickly joined him, flushed and laughing. John noticed an ambulance parked in front of the hotel.
"Hey, looks like they did actually check on her," he said, and they all broke out in high giggles for no reason.
"Watch out for Airplanes!" Paul yelled back as they formed a rather lopsided V-formation, like geese, with Paul at the point. "Wow....wow!" Paul breathed, taking in the sights. "Told you it was wonderful," John said. "It's better'n being on acid."
John closed his eyes. He loved flying more than anything. He loved the swooping in his belly, and the way he felt high above everybody else. The buildings looked tiny from way up here, like minature cities. He couldn't even see any people.
"Ack!" He whirled around and saw George fall back. Ringo swooped over to him. "George? What's wrong?" he asked. "What? Talk a little slower!"
"What's the matter?" Paul asked, turning and flapping over. "Something about a pie," Ringo said. "Pie is good," Paul said. "You shoudl try my Aunt Mimi's
pumpikin pie..mmmm."
"Not pie! FLY! I swallowed a fly!" "A fly!?" John exclaimed. "I can feel it buzzing around in my stomach." George groaned. "Oh don't worry George! Soon enough, the fly will tire of buzzing, settle into the juices in your stomach and distenegrate! Flies are high in protein, y'know." John answered.
They decided to fly back to their hotel; it was getting cold.
-----------------------------------
Brian opened clicked open the door. He pushed the chair out of the way, and looked around. Some food was sitting on the table, and the window was wide open. There was a note on the parlor counter.
Out for a fly.
"Wha.." he said, looking around.
"No.." He looked at the open window. He knew John liked to snuff sometimes, but did it really go so far that he jumped out the window? And the other Beatles too?
He gaped at the window, as if wishing for an answer.
He got one.
Four moptopped boys crashed through the open window, feathers everywhere. Paul lay on top of John, who was on top of Ringo who was one top of George, wings flapping frantically.
Wait..WINGS!?
"Hi, Brian," George said quietly, completley crushed under his bandmates.