How I need you: Two

Two

One of the easiest things to admit to in Sam's opinion was that you were scared. As she stood staring out over Liverpool – she didn't understand why the others were so nervous about going out into the city they were born into. Paul had vomited at least twice before he had been able to stand properly up, although neither John nor Ringo were speaking much and were pale.  
"It's because," Ringo had said in a less than amused tone, when Sam had suggested that they were cowards not wanting to see their home city. 'We don't know what's out there?'
"Easy the same when you left just with cars," Sam had replied, jamming her hands in her pockets before heading outside.
"We had cars," Paul protested. 'Nice ones.'
"Fine cars with power steering!" Sam snapped. 'Now get your fucking arse into gear.'
    For the next ten minutes, Sam spent her time negotiating the Beatles down the street as they examined brand new cars – pointing at how small they were, eying up girls dressed in flashy small dresses and commenting how sluttier they were in 2012 to 1964. John continued to be loud and rude as the girls passed, making them glare. Sam, in the end, turned to John and snapped:
"You fucking Liverpudlian inbred, dockers son," everyone froze. No one ever spoke to John like that, not even his aunt Mimi dared to speak nastily to her nephew like so even though he was more than frightened of her. 'Will you shut the fuck up?'
"You fucking dare call me-" John took a step forward, before swiftly realising that Sam was going to imitate the motion and that she was the same height as him.
"I will call you what I fucking wish," Sam replied nastily. 'I've got to get to class at twelve o'clock but before that I've got to check on how the order's going, now if you don't mind dickhead I'd like to get shifting.'
    The man glared but didn't speak, merely gestured with his head to the lads to follow. They did so in silence, and Sam smirked confidently. As she went to move off however, she found John's iron grip around her wrist.
"John you'd better let me go," she hissed, looking at John with fierce brown eyes. 'I am not soft like Bron. I will hurt you.'
"Well don't speak to me like that, you may be queen of the Liverpool docks now but I was king and I don't fucking care if I upset you or your nature, I just want to find my true love and get home."
"You are so kind," Sam delivered a swift stamp to his foot and he yelped in pain as she caught his ear growling. 'Now you listen, all I want is for you to fuck off into the 60's so I can get my life back on track!' she released him and scowled as she turned to the staring Beatles. 'And that goes for the rest of you.'
   John winced as he gripped at his ear, scowling as it went in between hot and cold for a matter of seconds. Paul offered a gentle chuckle and moved off, following Sam's narrow hips with the rest of The Beatles before he burst out laughing.  But John after a few moments was now wearing a rueful smile as he watched her walk away.
My kind of woman.
   Bronwen was standing on the step, holding a clipboard when the group finally got to the Albert dock watching as several men came in
"Come on the Sam my mam," Bronwen teased, from where she was on the step. Sam growled. 'Ooh nice trip?'
"If you call nearly murdering John Lennon before his time  a nice trip," Sam replied snidely, dodging past Bronwen but pausing on the step to deliver her next sentence. 'Then perfect me friend.'
Bronwen smiled, and shook her head. 'You've really fucked her off... especially on today.'
"Especially on today?" John  spat from where he was studying a rather handsome leather bag. 'Isn't she always like that.'
"No you'd be surprised," Bronwen grinned wildly. 'Sometimes she can be quite bitter and twisted.'
"That would be witty if you hadn't stolen it off of Backbeat!" teased Abbie as she came outside. 'Julia told me to relieve you.'
    Bronwen tossed the clipboard to Abbie and gestured for the others to follow her in. 'Why aren't you freaking out?' Abbie asked over her shoulder, scowling at each of them.  'And which is which?'
"John's the blonde, George has green eyes, Ringo is the tallest and Paul," Bronwen tweaked Paul's cheek fondly. 'Is the ugliest.'
Paul gave her a kiss to the cheek. 'And the reason we're not freaking out is that there's something in us, preventing us from freaking out.' He leant forward seductively to Abbie. 'We could discuss it over dinner?'
"Where would you go?" Abbie laughed, before raising her left hand and waggling her ring finger. 'Engaged. To a Geordie.'
"Lovely lad," Bron agreed, catching Paul by the ear and wrenching him in behind. 'Right all we need is to find John and George's true love and then A-wop bop-a loo-mop, a-lop bam-boom!'
"Ooh tutti-frutti," John laughed, and caught Bron in a swift dance. She however quickly batted away his hands with a sad look on her face. 'Hey what's up Bob?'
"Just leave it John," Sam said, softly as Bronwen walked through to another part of the shop and began to pack away several items. 'You just reminded her of someone.'
"Johnny?"Sam nodded and turned away herself. 'Jesus everyone's depressed in this place.'
"It's called remembering," Bronwen replied, as she walked through carrying a box of CD's. 'Julia!'
"What?"
"Where do you want the spare A Hard Days Night CD's looks like we've overordered again on them!" Bronwen called, picking up the CD and tossing one to the waiting hands of Ringo. Each Beatle crowded around the now tall drummer, and examined the CD furtively. 'That's a modern version of an LP.'
Suddenly instead of the riproaring Beatles number which had been playing, the old Etta James song 'I just want to make love to you,' came over the radio and Sam was joining in with a voice of crystal thunder. 'ooh love to you!'
"SAMANTHA!" In the same breath Julia was through and glaring although Sam merely cocked her eyebrow and nodded at Bronwen. She was bopping her head appreciatively to the beat, and even Julia cracked a grin as George caught her around the middle and the two began to dance. 'Just leave it on... just this once.'
  Sam grinned and went back to checking some of the jackets. The Beatles however watched Bronwen dance with George with some interest. The way the two intimately knew the others movements despite only knowing each other a matter of hours intrigued them. What they didn't know was that Bronwen had woken in the middle of the night and in the process woken George by heading into the kitchen – so the early hours had been spent getting to know one another.
      But now Bronwen was shifting away, and Sam caught Ringo in conversation – grinning in delight when the drummer began discussing varying subjects as well as photography and John noted that she must've been paying more attention than what she let on – although he also joined in pretending that he wasn't paying attention. Currently George was standing staring at Bronwen while Bronwen was doing her best to ignore him.
   Paul seemed to have noticed as well, because he tapped on George's shoulder. George turned his head and whispered something back. Bronwen knew they weren't speaking because of the lack of lip motions, but she could see Paul's eyebrows meeting his hairline and waggling. George's thicker eyebrows furrowed and motioned. They both looked at her periodically, gesturing animatedly. Eventually, they paused, looked at her, and looked back at each other to continue their conversation. Bronwen glanced at Abbie and mimicked earning her a soft laugh, while Sam continued to talk to Ringo. John nudged her with his elbow and leaned down.
"They're talking about you, you know."
"Thanks for your insight, I can tell!"Bronwen smiled, taking the cup of coffee out of his hands and sipping it. 'I'm not daft.'
"Bron?" she inclined her head to see a skinny young lad there. 'Nick wants to see you tonight.'
"Tell him to fuck off from Sam, and if he doesnt take the hint tell him I'll come down and cut his bollocks off... oh wait... he doesnt have any," Sam said nastily before Bron could speak. Bron cocked her eyebrow at Sam as the kid went shooting off. 'What I hate organ grinders and monkeys.'
"Sure thing Sam," Bronwen replied, shaking her head. 'He's going to kill me one of these days cause of you Sam...'
"And he'll have me breathing down his neck," Sam promised.