He said something to them but she wasn’t sure what it was. She was too busy trying to figure out what was going on. A big suite at one of the biggest hotels in London? A gig, in *London*. Someone had forgotten to tell her something, she was sure.
“Hey mal, what’re you lurking about for, eh?” she heard George’s voice and her mouth went dry, her palms sweaty. She heard Mal say he had a surprise and then the door opened and… there they were. Looking like everything and nothing she remembered.
She stared at George, her eyes wide, her mouth open, trying to find something witty to say. Instead she gapped.
George sucked in a breath “Gab…” he said
Ringo stood up “Gabby!” he exclaimed, running over to her. She blinked at him. What was Ritchie doing here? He hugged her “What’re you doing here? I thought you were in the fucking states!”
“I guess I’m fucking back…” she nodded blankly and turned back to George, frowning. “Hey George”
“Hey” he offered weakly
She wasn’t sure how she felt. Good or bad. She wasn’t sure.
Paul stood up. “Gabby…” he said walking towards her. At this her heart started to pound madly and she wondered if maybe he heard it.
“Paul” he looked very good, his hair longer, his suit new and mod.
He hugged her and kissed her on both cheeks, his lips perhaps lingering to long there like they always did.
Well, my heart went boom,
When I crossed that room,
And I held her hand in mine...
John continued to mouth the words, hi eyes trained on the ceiling as seemingly only he caught the irony in the situation.
“You look good” she mumbled, staring up at him
Paul shrugged and looked down at his feet “You know… I try”
John waltzed up to her then, a glass of scotch swinging freely “You look like you’d seen a ghost, luv. Here try this” he handed her the drink which she chugged promptly
“Christ, Lennon” she muttered whipping her mouth across the back of her hand “What is that? Motor oil?”
“Ah, there’s me Gabbah bird,” he grinned, draping an arm around her shoulder
“What the fuck is going on” she asked him bewildered “Someone must’ve forgot to tell me something because you lot are dolled up like a dog’s diner and Cyn’s saying something about a baby and fuck me, how did you pay for this place?”
John snorted “Well, fuck you is right. We’re the Beatles!”
“I know” she sighed shooting him a dark look “What is going on?”
“Er” Mal held up his hand “Hear that song? That song is number one”
Gabrielle’s eyes went wide, understanding flooding her and then she screamed jumping up and flinging her self at John. “Oh my god! Oh fucking bloody Christ you did it!” she shrieked and then grabbed Paul’s hands, bouncing on the balls of her feet “You did it, you did it, you did it,” she turned around a slapped John hard on the arm “And you’re all fucking cunts for not tell me, you bastards”
