The Seekers: We're Searchin' For The Who!!

[CUT TO: Circa 1967, London, England]

I glanced around in amazement. Where was I now? Where was the computer? Darn it, as soon as I got back from wherever I was, my sister was going to lecture me about "not leaving stuff on all the time". I sighed. Then I saw someone "vaguely" familiar. "Heather? HEATH!!!"

"Hey M!" said Heather, just as excited to see me. "Check out my clothes!" Indeed, they were... groovy! A hot pink short-sleeved blouse and an electric blue miniskirt were the articles in question. "Hey, I like yours, too!"

Oh, no. I glanced down at my own clothes. An orange short-sleeved blouse and a purple miniskirt. I shrugged. "I don't know where we are, but I can tell you that it's the 60's!"

She laughed. "Yeah, well, I could tell that!"

We listened to the people who were talking and giggling for a little bit, and wandered around. The small bits of information that we had collected were: we were somewhere in England, and in a club called the Marquee. My head whirled around to face the bandstand. The Marquee - ?

"AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!"

"M? Whoa, what came over you?"

"Not what, WHO!"

"Oh, that band that you're -" Heather stopped in mid-sentence, I could see, because her eyes had caught a glimpse of the lead singer.

Yes, it WAS the Who! I (of COURSE) was looking at the gorgeous drummer Keith Moon, who was only 20, my age! Heather (being 22) had fallen for 23-year-old Roger Daltrey. I couldn't blame her, but everyone liked Rog. I grinned goofily, and looked at Heath, who had the same expression on her face.

When the song (and set) was over, the guys came down off of the stage, and strolled into the bar. Heather followed every step that Roger took, so I "had" to tag along.

"Hey, aren't we under-" I started to ask.

"Shhh!" commanded Heather. "We look old enough and they're under, too!"

I quickly agreed, and dashed in after her and the guys.

Heather approached Roger, giving him her most winning smile. He grinned back, saying, " 'Ello, there! 'Oo're you? I'm Rogah Daltrey, in case you weren't aware."

Heather, still smiling, replied, "I'm Heather Tork. Nice to meet you." With that, Roger took her hand and kissed it. What a flirt he is! He was so intent on Heather that he didn't even notice me, so I walked over to Keith.

Keith grinned cheekily at me when I got to him, making me smile back. I, for one, looked older than I was, but he looked younger! No matter. I knew we were the same age, but he didn't seem to care. After downing his glass of - brandy, it looked like - he asked me the old line, "Wot's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"

Eagerly, I told him, "I'm one of your biggest fans."

He seemed to like that response. He started, "Well, then, dear girl, you'll just 'ave to drive back wif us then, won't you? Dear girl, wotever is your name?"

Knowing that he was in the height of his "dear boy/dear girl" routine, I answered, "I'm Emily Nesmith, but I already know that you're Keith Moon, so there's no need to waste any more breath, dear boy."

I almost got him on that one. His face held a "how'd-you-know...?" expression for a second, but was quickly replaced by another cheeky grin. "Well then, Miss Emily Nesmith, we'll 'ave to go and drive back right now, won't we? C'mun, I'll introduce you and your friend over there - " he pointed to Heather, who Roger was now kissing - "to Jun and Pait. C'mun, love!"

~*~Part Two~*~ (from Heather's P.O.V.)

Wait a minute! What am I doing?? I don't even know this guy yet! I thought as I pulled away from Roger.

"Wot's wrong babe?" he asked, looking disappointed.

"Um, nothing really...I just, normally don't move this fast. I mean--I don't even know you yet!" I explained, hoping he would understand.

"Tha's OK babe, I understand wot you're sayin'. It wan't take long far us ta get ta know each otha anyways," he smiled. Just then Emily came over to us. But not alone...

"Hey Heath! This is Keith. Keith, this is my best friend, Heather!" Emily introduced us with a grin.

"Pleased to meet you, Keith. But you can call me Heath, everyone else does anyways," I said shaking his hand.

"Tha's groovy. I see ya've olready met me friend Rogah here?" Keith said with a grin. "Ah, 'e's quite tha lady chamah ain't 'e?"

"Don't be cheeky, Moonie. Look's like you've got your 'ands full aver there too!" Roger replied, pointing over to Emily. Emily just smiled with pure bliss. I could tell SHE was in Heaven!!

"Well, whot ya say we go introduce these gahls over to tha lads?" Keith suggested.

"Yeah, K. An' see if they've picked up on tha goods too eh?" Roger said with a grin.

The troupe walked over two by two to the other side of the bar, where John and Pete were sitting, and having a couple of drinks.

"'Ey lads! Look wha' we've caught! Two goldfish off tha stahboard bow!!" Roger called out to John and Pete. I couldn't help but laugh.

John was the first to reply. "Yeah so? Wha' ya always gotta com' an bug us about tha for? We could get gahls too if we really wanted. But we don't like takin' advantage of nice gahls like you do, Daltrey."

Roger's expression quickly changed from cheekyness to pure anger. "I outta slug ya for that remark, ya git. But I'm bein a gentlesman tonight! So I'll let tha one go for now...next time ya mights not be so lucky!" Roger remarked, looking quite angry.

"Guys, guys! Ya needn't start anything over us!" I exclaimed with a smile. "There's plenty of us to go around..." Emily elbowed me and gave me a nasty look. "Chill, M! I was only joking!!" I said with a laugh to ease the tension. Of course I knew she wanted to be with KEITH and KEITH only.

"Yeah guys...we don't need any of this. Le's get on wif tha introductions, shall we? Jun, Pait, meet tha gahls, Heather an' Emily," Keith said pointing to each of us, respectively.

"It's really great to meet you guys!" Emily exclaimed, holding back her urge to jump up and down.

"Yeah, likewise," I said, hoping Emily would calm down a little bit before she would give away that we were some psycho teeny-boppers from the year 2000. (LOL!)

"So 'ow long you gahls plan on bein' 'round?" Pete asked with a sarcastic tone.

"Whatch' it Pait..." Keith warned, pointing over to Roger. His look clearly said, "We don't need to get him started again."

Pete backed off.

"So wot you ladies say about us dancing and takin' some time to get an' know each othah a lil bettah?" Roger asked.

"I'd say, that's perfectly fine with me!" I replied as Roger took my hand and led me over to the dance floor. Keith did the same with Emily, and before too long we had been dancing for over an hour.

~*~Part Three~*~ (Emily's turn!!)

" 'Ey, love! Shall we go 'ome now and 'ave a lit'le party of our own? Wot'cha say?" Keith tongue-in-cheekily asked me.

Me, being oblivious, said, "Sure! Let's go and get Heath and Rog and Pete and John!"

Keith rolled his eyes, but smiled, and that confused me a little. No matter.

"Heath! Do you and Rog wanna come back and have a party with me and Keith?" I nearly screamed.

"Sure!" she yelled back. (We had to yell over the ridiculously loud music.) She took Roger's hand and walked back over to us.

Roger leered at us, and pointedly asked, "Wot type of party, Keef? 'Mm?"

Keith smirked, and whispered something into Roger's ear. Keith kept smiling. A sly grin crossed Roger's face.

Heath and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"Well," announced Heather in a loud and clear voice, "should we go get John and Pete now?"

We all muttered replies of "sure," "yeah," and "why not?". When we returned to the bar, John and Pete were still sitting in the same spot. Pete was trying to charm some other redhead, and after whispering something in her ear, she said, "Are you kidding? *Hmm, haha!*" {Sorry, I can't resist using that in a lot of my stories! It's the ultimate letdown!}

John looked exquisitely bored. " 'Nuther one 'slip through ya fingahs,' Pait? My, 'ow shockin'."

Pete glared a glare that would be seen for miles (and miles and miles and miles...).

We finally got everyone all together, and drove to Roger's apartment in the rather cramped van. Oh, of course Roger had to drive, so he and Heather got to sit up front, while I had to sit on Keith's lap. (Not that I minded...)

"So, dear girl, 'ow old didja say ya were? Don't go orf and turn out to be 17 on me! 'Cause the rule is: Under 17, no kiss from Keith. And ya wouldn't want to miss that, would you?" He looked me over, trying to decide if I was the FOREBODDEN age of 17.

"Naw, I'm 20..." I trailed off, resisting the urge to add "your age" onto what I was saying. It's so hard to pretend to not know any of this!!!

"20? My dear girl, ya must be jokin'! You look like ya're at LAIST 22!" He checked me out again.

"No, I'm 20," I repeated myself. Sheesh, first he thinks I'm three years YOUNGER than I am, and now he thinks I'm two years older!

"Crikey, a'cept the fact, Keef. She told ya she's twenty. Now 'onor 'er word, and shut ya mouf!" John silenced the hyperactive drummer.

Finally, we reached Roger's apartment. Heath joined up with me again, babbling about Rog's childhood; how he was so smart, but such a rebel! I swear, I've never seen her like this before! And she thought I was overreacting!

"And then he went to Acton County Grammar, but he didn't even live in Acton. He lived in the Bush. So he had to take the public bus..."

Anyway... Roger's apartment looks so cool! It's the ideal "party place".

~*~Part Four!~*~ (Here ya go, Heath! Have fun "wif" the "partaiy"!) **AWWW JEEZ!! You always leave me with the hard parts..*whines**

"Wow Rog!! What a groovy place you've got here!!" I exclaimed as I scanned the room.

"Why thank you babe!" he replied with a grin while heading straight over to the phone. "I'm gonna call some of me pals to make this into a real swingin' party!"

I smiled and turned around to find Emily. "EMILY!!!!!" I yelled nearly knocking John off his feet.

"Jeez it, gahl...whatda tryin' to do? Make me hearing go bad before I even 'ave a chance to use it??" John exclaimed angrily.

"Umm...sorry!" I said with a quick appologetic tone.

"K," he mumbled as he turned some music on really loud. What a hypocrite!! I yelled in the best British accent I could do,

"An' whatda call tha'??? Lullaby volume music??"

John just turned and glared at me as he sauntered off into the kitchen. He needs an attitude adjustment, I thought as I set off to find Emily.

I looked all over the living room and no sign of Keith or Em anywhere. Oh jeez...she wouldn't... my mind raced as I wondered how far Emily would go so soon. I didn't want her to get hurt. Then I would have to kill whoever hurt her. And she probably wouldn't like that one bit.

I walked into the kitchen where John and Pete were at, getting some food out for the party.

"Hey...have any of you guys seen Emily anywhere?" I asked, getting concerned.

~*~Part Five~*~ (Ha ha ha haaa haa!! YOUR turn!! *grin*)

I giggled. Keith was so sweet!

Heath stormed out onto the balcony, looking both upset and relieved. "M! Are you alright? Where've ya been? Keith, if you hurt her, I swear I'll..."

"Nonsense! Calm down, dear girl," Keith attempted to smooth Heather's ruffled feathers. "Look, in the street!"

Heath gave him a "what's-up-with-you?" glance, and then looked down at the street. "Socks?"

I smiled, and told her, "Keith and I decided that our feet weren't being allowed to *breathe*! So, we said, 'Off go the socks!' Isn't that great?" Suddenly, I felt a little woozy, but I tried to make it not show.

Heather gave up now. She sighed, and said, "C'mon, let's all go back inside now."

I staggered in after her. Keith held my hand, secretly keeping me upright.

A few of Roger's friends *had* come over, and they were really shaking the place up. I mean totally; they were trashing it. One of his girl-friends must've been pretty drunk, because she was over in the corner, kissing Pete! I shook my head, and realized that I had a terrible headache. I told Heath that I was going to find a place to lie down for a little while, so she wouldn't get worried. (I mean, Heather is my best friend and all, but sometimes she treats me like I'm her little sister!) I then talked to Rog, and he put me in his bedroom. I realized then that the drink Keith had given to me before was alcoholic. I was drunk!

I passed out on the bed.

When I woke up, it must've been early morning. Keith was next to me, his head on my shoulder. I let out a blood-curdling scream, until Keith clapped his hand over my mouth. "Wot're ya screamin' like THOT for?!"

"What are *YOU* doing in my bed?"

"I couldn't leave ya 'ere alone, with Rog for the nigh'! 'E woulda tried sumtin'! And I *was* sleepin', until tha' yell..."

I glanced down at myself. Whew! My clothes are still on! "But you didn't try anything? You honestly didn't?"

"Nope."

I smiled. Now I knew that I could trust the maniacal drummer! And then, our first kiss... When it was over, I just smiled, and couldn't stop smiling. He grinned too, and we hugged.

"C'mun," he started, "le's go find Rog an' Heath."

I agreed, and we looked around through all the rooms. Finally, we found Roger and Heather. As we opened the door, I gasped!

~*~Part Six~*~ (Ha HAAA!!! What are *YOU* doing, eh Heath?!?!?!)

Roger had a blanket and pillow and was asleep on the floor. I was asleep on the guest bed. Well at least I was...

"Emily?? Jeez, don't you know what time it is!!??" I groaned as I threw a pillow over my head.

"B..bu..t...you guys..." Emily stuttered.

Just then Roger woke up. "Jeez Moonie, wha' the hell are you doing?? Can't you go back to your own room??"

"Well...I...you mean...you guys, didn't?" Keith tryed to get out.

"No!" I yelled sitting up in the bed. "Why, did YOU?"

Emily shook her head. "No, but you guys didn't even sleep in the same bed?" she asked, like she just couldn't believe it.

"Emily, what kind of person do you think I am?? I've known Roger for what, 24 hours?? And I'm not about to get that serious with him so soon!" I exclaimed, getting upset.

"Ok...Heather, I'm sorry. It's just, I don't know why I was so surprised for some reason..." Emily explained.

"Well it's ok. I understand. I didn't know what you were going to do either..." I said, smiling.

"Well if you two don't mind, I'd like to sleep some more..." Roger complained groggily to Emily and Keith.

"Well don't you think it's time we got up and did something?" Emily suggested.

"NO!" Roger and I replied in unison.

"Jeez...they both like to sleep in 'til late afternoon...they're perfect for eachotha.." Keith mumbled.

Emily giggled. "Well fine then, I'm going to take a shower and then get something to eat. When would you like to be woken up?" Emily asked, grinning cheekily.

"ON MY OWN TIME!!" Roger and I again replied in unison.

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "That's my line!"

Roger sat up. "Oh, I'm sorry."

I sighed, as I stood up on the bed and jumped up and down a few times. "Weeelll...since I'm up, I might as well stay up!"

"Blimey gahl...that's just wha I was thinking!" Roger exclaimed as he joined me up on the bed.

"You guys are weird!" Keith laughed, shaking his head.

"I'm not weird, I'm gifted!" I yelled as Roger and I hit our heads and fell onto the bed.

"Oww jeez Daltrey..." I moaned, as Emily and Keith were in hysterics.

"I'm sorry..." Roger appologized. "Let me kiss it an' make it bettah," he said as he kissed the top of my head and then grabbed me and kissed me on the lips.

I laughed once we were finished.

"Oh pahhlleezz..." Emily groaned. "I think I'm gonna be sick...

"Yeah Rog, save it for latah..." Keith suggested.

"Fine, fine...they can tell me wha' to do, but they can nevah take, my FREEEEDOM!!!!" Roger suddenly yelled, overdramatizing.

Everyone stared at him blankly.

"Well, can't win 'em all!" Roger shrugged.

"Yeah well, whatda say we go shopping today!!" Emily suggested with a grin.

"OOHH!! That's a wonderful idea, Em!!" I shouted jumping off the bed. "Think of the clothes we can buy--" I stopped suddenly remembering the guys had no idea that we were from the year 2000. "Uh, yeah. I need some new clothes!" I laughed.

Emily sighed. That girl is gonna be the end of us! she thought with a smile.

~*~Part Seven~*~ (Surprised? Ok, no more of that kind of thing, deal? It's going to get too repetetive! LOL :) M's tu--well, you know the drill.

Crikey, Heath almost gave us away!!! I thought as Keith and I walked out of the room that they were sleeping in. And what money did we have to buy these clothes? I once read that Keith was generous, but...

"C'mun, love, while you're in the showah, I'll go an' run your down to April's Laundromat, a local in town. Olrighty?" Keith asked, looking cherubic.

"Fine," I sighed. "You can wait out here first. When I start up the shower, you can come in and take my clothes."

He looked slightly disappointed that he wasn't going to see me take them off, and I said, "We haven't even KNOWN each other long enough to get THAT serious, yet!!" I then smiled, and walked into the bathroom.

As I walked in, I was shocked to find John sleeping in the bathtub, and Pete sprawled on the floor, resting his head on the toilet. Man, why is everyone suprising me today??!!

"Hey!" I yelped. "Why'd you two guys stay here?"

"Well, Pait got a lit'le sick to 'is stomach, an' wanted some moral support, so I was forced to staiy," John answered, sounding half-asleep (as usual).

Pete looked groggily up at me, his face ghost-white. I could tell that he had been sick. I took pity on the poor thing. I kissed his nose (*okay, I KNOW it was weird, it just seemed appropriate*), and he attempted a weak smile.

"Well, can I get in the shower?" I asked, looking at John to see if he had caught that little peck I gave Pete.

He didn't. His eyes were still shut, even as he got up out of the bathtub.

Pete grabbed me and kissed me on the lips, which suprised me A LOT. I jumped a little, and then he kissed me again - I pulled away. I gave him a look that said "*WHAT*-are-you-doing???" and he shrugged, and winked at me.

"Okay, you two, out!" I commanded, pointing to the door.

As they were walking out, Keith walked in, saying, "Crikey gahl! Wha's takin' so lo - - 'ey, 'ow long 'ave you two been 'ere?" He continued to talk as they walked out.

Finally, I thought, and started up the shower. Well, maybe Heather and I could talk later today about what we were going to do and how we were going to get money!

After I got out of the shower and slipped on a towel, I quickly ran back into the room Keith and I had spent the night in.

No, not *again*, I thought as I noticed Pete sitting on the bed. Keith was probably still at the laundromat, Heather and Roger had probably gone back to sleep, and John had probably gone home. "Pete?" I asked, an annoyed tone in my voice. "What do you *want*?"

"That was so nice of you to show compassion towards me," he told me. "I want to show YOU some more."

"Whoa!!!" I said. "Just how fast do you think I move??!! I haven't even *known* you for a whole day yet!!!" I suddenly wished that I had more than a cheap towel on.

"This fast," he said, pulling me closer and leaning in for a kiss. A loooooooooooooong kiss.

When he finally let go of me, I backed away, saying, "Pete, you're my friend and all, but..."

At that very moment, Keith walked in, saying, "Fresh clean clothes for a fresh clean gahl! 'Ey, Pait, wot're you doin' 'ere?"

"Leaving," I said for Pete as I pushed him out the door.

Once Pete left, Keith said cheekily, "So, are ya gonner get dressed now? Or 'ang around in tha' towel as long as I'm 'ere?"

I smirked, and told him, very politely, to leave so I could get dressed, and he could come back in later. He left.

Now, I was only half-dressed when the door flew open, AGAIN. I covered myself with my towel, and thank God it was only Heather!!! "Heath! Crikey, didn't Keith tell you I was getting dressed in here?!? Wait one sec, ok?"

"Fine," she said. "But I've gotta talk with you!"

After I finally got dressed, Heather came in and said, "Ya know, I think Pete's been acting really friendly lately."

I said, "Oh yeah? He's KISSED me three times!! What's he done to you?"

Heather looked suprised, and said, "Really? Whoa... I just meant that he was being nice to me, and that I was changing my mind about him! Now I don't think I will. Did he try to hurt you? If he did, I'll gladly kill him for you!"

~*~Part Eight~*~ (Was that better for ya, Heath? Pete is desperate, don'cha think??!! :-)

"No, no!" Emily laughed. (Sometimes her friend could get so over-dramatic...)

"Well OK...just let me know if anything happens!" I said, shaking my finger at Emily.

Just then Roger walked in our room.

"'Ello ladies!! Whatda say we take you shopping for some new clothes and then we go out clubbing all night!!" Roger suggested.

"Hey! That sounds great to me!" I replied with enthusiasm. But Emily just kind of sat there.

"Um...well Roger...about the shopping...we don't really have any money! And there's no way we can get money unless we get a job or something..." Emily explained with a frown.

"Oh is tha' wot you're worried about?? Silly girl! We have plenty of money!" Roger exclaimed with a smile.

"But it's your money..." Emily protested.

"No, no...enough of that. It's decided. Now don't think twice about it!!" Roger commanded as he left the room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Wow!! These clothes are GREAT!" I squealed, running from rack to rack. "OMIGOD!!!!" I suddenly yelled, causing Emily to nearing have a heart attack.

"GIRL!! We are in a public store!! What is your problem??" she hissed, looking embarassed.

I could only drool at the clothes hanging in front of me. When I finally found my voice I sputtered out something that sounded similar to, "Monkee...clothes...like....JC Penney..."

"HUH??!!" Emily asked walking over to the clothes that I had been staring at.

"These are Monkee clothes!!! JC Penney had a line of Monkee clothes back in the 60s..." I whispered.

Emily had nearly forgotten. I was a Monkee fanatic. She didn't really care for them...although she thought the "Texas dude with the accent" was "kinda groovy." She was infatuated with the WHO, obviously, back in the year 2-triple-O.

"Um...that's great..." Emily said, walking away from me and my craziness. "I'll just stick with the basic stuff," Emily concluded, as she walked over to the cashier to pay for her clothes.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

We had put the many, many bags of clothes and shoes into the guys' car and headed off towards the night clubs. We had spent most of the afternoon shopping and it was now 7:00 PM. Time for night clubbing.

We pulled up to this one club called "Whiskey Au Go-Go" not knowing who would be playing there. But the guys told us it was a happening place.

"This is a 'appening place," Roger said, as we piled out of the car and walked up to the entrance.

"Really?" Emily asked, taking a hold of Keith's hand.

"Oh yes, believe him. 'E knows what 'e's talking about when it comes to things like this!" Keith explained to Emily with a smile.

We walked up to the door and stepped inside the club. We found a large table with plenty of room for all of us and sat down.

"I wonder who's playing tonight?" John asked, looking up at the stage. Our table was right in front of it so we had a great view.

Just then a man stepped up to the microphone to announce the band who was going to play.

"Ladies and gentlemen...it is my pleasure to announce the entertainment group for tonight, THE MONKEES!!!"

And that's when I lost it....

~*~Part Nine~*~ (*SIGH...*)

"Heath? Heath? Oh God... Heath?" I kept asking, shaking Heather, as she pretty much just drooled while looking up at the bandstand.

"P-p-p-Peter... Peter... PETER!!!" she screamed. I looked at her like she was crazy. Man, I thought it was a little weird when she was drooling over the clothes, but this...?

Roger gave Heather a pained look. " 'Eath? 'Ey!!! I'M your boyfriend, 'ere! Not some long-haired bass-playin' WEIRDO!!"

" 'Ey!" cried John, at the mark against his beloved bass.

"WHAT?!?! HOW DARE YOU CALL PETER A LONG-HAIRED WEIRDO!!!" With that, Heather ran away from the table and onto the stage. None of us could do anything but sit there dumbly and watch. She brushed Peter across the face, and then someone from security pushed her off, very hardly. Her cheek hit a chair and blood trickled down, mingling with her tears.

"HEATHER!!" I screamed as I ran down to where she was. Oh God, her cheek is gashed!! "Someone!! Call an ambulance!!! NOW!!!" I commanded. No, please, she can't be hurt!

Peter Tork jumped down off of the stage, crying. "Who is she?" he asked me in a whisper.

"She's Heather... she's my best friend... she loves you guys more than anything..." I trailed off.

Peter ran his fingers across her cheek, feeling the blood. "No... Heather, this is Peter. It'll be alright," he told her, but I don't know if she heard him. It seemed as if she were out cold.

Finally an ambulance came. They put Heather on a stretcher, and The Who and I followed it in their car. I don't know why, but I had a feeling that Peter was following, too. Roger was in shock. He couldn't speak... at least, besides the words, "Heather... 'm so surry... Heather..."

The waiting room in the hospital was bright white. It hurt my eyes. Roger didn't cry, he just kind of sat there, with a look of disbelief on his face. Even Keith couldn't think of anything to say. Now me, I was crying my eyes out, into Keith's shoulder.

All of a sudden, I saw the doctor walk in. He said, "Are you here with a... 'Heather'?"

I gulped and nodded. "Is she... alright?"

"Yes, she's pretty much okay," the doctor replied. I felt relieved. "...but she had to get 7 stitches."

"May we see 'er?" asked Keith, holding me.

"Well... are you next of kin?"

"Yes, I'm her sister," I lied. I had to see her, no matter what it took.

"Okay. Right this way. You, only."

When I got to Heather's room, she was lying down in the hospital bed. "M... is that you?" she asked me. She looked a little dazed.

"Yes, it's me. Are you going to be alright? We're all worried. Rog's in a state of shock," I told her.

"I... I think so... hey, who's that behind you?"

I whirled around. Who, indeed, was behind me? I thought that the doctor said only I could visit.

"Um... hello. I feel awful about what happened."

It was Peter Halsten Thorkelson, a bouquet of fresh flowers in his arms.

~*~Part Ten~*~ (I know... I turned it into "Tommy"!!! It was perfect for it. I couldn't resist!)

"Peter..." I sighed quietly, then suddenly becoming aware of the way I must have looked. I gave him a semi-smile. "It's a shame you have to see me like this..."

Peter smiled, relieved that I had a sense of humor and wasn't holding anything against him. "I'm so sorry this happened..." Peter trailed off shyly.

"It wasn't your fault! It was me...I guess I...got a little carried away.."

"More like a lot carried away," Emily corrected me with a cheeky grin.

I giggled. "Yeah...I...don't really know what came over me," I said, suddenly noticing the flowers in Peter's arms.

"Um, are those for me?" I asked with a smile.

Peter blushed as he looked down at the flowers. "Yes...they are. I hope you like them. I picked them myself," he explained, walking over to my bedside and handing the flowers to me.

"Oh, Peter, they're beautiful!" I exclaimed, taking the flowers from him and smelling their beautiful fragrence. "You shouldn't have..."

"Yes, yes, I did. It's the least I could do. Besides paying for your hospital bill..."

"What?!"

"What?!"

Emily and I asked in shock.

"Peter...that really wasn't nessesary. I mean, after all, this really wasn't your fault in any way and now I feel bad because I ruined your performance and probably upset the guys and--"

My babbling was silenced by a kiss. A kiss that came from Peter. After he pulled away, he suddenly relized what he had done.

Emily stood there in total shock. Mocking Roger's antics of the moment...

"I'm...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to--" Peter quickly appologized.

"No...it's alright...I...enjoyed it," I smiled, truly meaning what I had said.

Peter didn't know what to make of that. He could only smile and say, "Well...if I'm lucky, maybe that will be the first of many..."

"OH NO!!! You can't!!!" Emily suddenly yelled, snapping out of her daze.

"What??? Why not?!" I asked, getting upset.

"Because...Roger!! Remember HIM?!" Emily asked, wide-eyed.

"Roger...OH EMILY!! Can't you see..." I started to explain.

Peter stood in his place, listening to the conversation, not knowing how he was going to go up against this "Roger" guy. WHO ever he was.

"Roger and I...we weren't made for each other. Can't you see it in my face?! When I'm with him?? I'm not truly happy...I'm basically lying to myself!! And if it weren't for him I wouldn't be here right now...with seven stitches in my cheek!! Do you know how painful it is to even be talking this much?!" I nearly yelled.

Emily just stood there. Not believing what she was hearing. She didn't know how to react.

I had suddenly wished I hadn't said everything I had just said in the way that I did.

"Oh Emily..I'm sorry...you know I don't mean to take it out on you...I have so much on my mind right now..." I explained, feeling like a loser for yelling at Emily, my best and only friend here.

"It's ok. I understand, I really do," she said, giving me a hug. "But how are we going to explain this to Roger and the guys..."

I looked up at Peter, my eyes watery from thinking about all that had happened today. He saw that, and immediately bent down and gave me a wonderful hug. I knew, just knew his hugs would always be this wonderful. I knew it even back in the year 2000. When I hadn't even ever met him. But somehow, I knew it would be like this...

"It's going to be ok," he assured me, giving me a kiss before he let go.

I gave him a smile and said, "Well guys, the doctor says that I can leave tomorrow morning after he has a look at my stitches. So you should go home and get some sleep and not worry about me."

"No Heather! I can't leave you here by yourself!" Emily protested.

"Oh Emily...thank you, I really appreciate that, but you have to get some real sleep. And it would probably be a good idea to soften up Roger so I can break the news to him tomorrow..." I suggested, sighing.

"But you're going to be here by yourself--"

"No she won't. I'd be more than glad to stay here with her," Peter said with a smile.

"Yeah..but can I trust you..?" Emily asked, giving us one of her "yeah right" looks.

I laughed. "Of course you can trust me! Where did Roger end up sleeping last night?"

"Yeah, yeah..ok. I guess I can trust you then. Just don't make Peter sleep on the floor!" she laughed.

"Oh...don't worry. He won't have to endure what Roger did. Besides, that was Roger. This is Peter," I reminded her, smiling up at Peter.

We've hardly had time to meet each other...and yet, I feel a wonderful attraction to her... Peter thought.

"Well then. I better go let the guys know everything's ok," Emily said.

"Yeah...but please, don't mention anything to Roger about Peter yet ok?" I pleaded.

"You don't have to worry about that! I'll be surprised if I can tell Roger anything with him in his daze and whatnot," Emily said as she gave me a hug.

"I'll be here in the morning bright and early to pick you up, ok?" Emily promised with a grin. "And I better see that things went ok..." she trailed off, giving Peter and me one last cheeky grin before she walked out the door.

~*~Part 11~*~ (Wow...this is the best fanfic I've ever read and co-written...)

Man, I don't know if I should really let Heather and Peter alone, or what. But I think it should be alright. Besides, I should try to soften the blow for Roger a little.

"Okay, guys, let's go home," I say to Keith, John, Pete, and Roger... Roger, who is flirting with a pretty nurse.

"Hey!" I say, trying to snap him back to reality. "Your girlfriend just had seven stitches, ya know!!"

"Yeah, wotevah M..." he trails off, winking at the nurse as she walks away.

I roll my eyes, and walk away with Keith. Well, it shouldn't be too hard for her to dump him, I don't think. God knows he shouldn't take it too badly.

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I woke up at 8:30 the next morning, jolting up in bed. Keith said to me, " 'Un, wha's the mattah?"

"Oh my God... we've got to go see Heather NOW. Right away!" I jump out of bed, getting dressed at the speed of light, forgetting that Keith's there.

He cheekily comments, " 'Ey... 'm still in the room, ya know."

"I know, but I don't care all that much. C'mon, get dressed! We've gotta go see Heath!" I yell, pulling Keith out of bed.

He gets dressed, like I told him to, and we hop in the car. He drives. "Crikey gahl, whassamattah? I mean, why the sudden rush to see 'Eath?"

I tell him, "I don't know... I just sort of have this sixth sense about my best buddy... and trust me on this, okay?"

Finally we arrive at the hospital, and I ask to see Heather.

The receptionist informs us, "I'm sorry, but she and a young man left, maybe an hour ago. The doctor checked her out and said she was going to be fine. Wait... are you 'M' and 'Keith'?"

I quickly nod, and she hands me a hastily handwritten note. It reads: "Hi, M and Keith! Peter and I are flying to Las Vegas in his jet. We'll be back soon enough, so don't worry! Love Always, Heather."

"Oh God!" I cry, clinging to Keith.

Keith says, "Wait! We can 'op a plane, too! We've got the money! Well... for the two o' us, anyways. I'll call Pait an' tell 'im we're gunna look for 'em. C'mun, love! We've got to find 'Eathah an' Paitah before they do sumtin' crazy!"

I can't believe that those words just came out of Keith's mouth. "Before they do something crazy" was not in his vocabulary, I was almost sure. (He once drove his car into an EMPTY POOL!) But, we have to do it. "Sure, Keith. Call Pete as soon as we get back to your house--I'll pack while you are calling!" I quickly agree. We run back to the car.

When we arrive at the airport, we have two suticases packed, and Keith has all of his money that he could find. He buys two empty and next-to-each-other seats on a plane that is leaving NOW, and we rush to it. We just carry our suitcases on, because they are small, and there's no time.

Once on the plane, I keep willing for it to fly faster and faster. Suddenly, it hits me that Vegas is a BIG town, and the chances of finding TWO people in particular is going to be EXTREMELY hard! I smack my forehead, Keith basically reads my mind, and smacks his, too. "Well, we can check every airport," I meekly suggest.

Keith shrugs, and replies, "An' every weddin' chapel."

~*~Part Twelve~*~ (This is definitely the funnest and most EXCITING fanfic I've ever co-written!!! :-)

"Wow! Peter look!! I won again!!!" I yelled happily, showing Peter the 20 dollars in coins I had just received.

"Jeez! You're better at this than me!!" Peter grinned, hugging me around the waist. He then glanced down at his watch, "You know, we ought to get going. So we can get ready."

I looked up at him, "All right! I have the perfect idea for a dress!" I said, grinning, as we made our way to the casino cash counter. I got 250 dollars after only spending 20.

"Beginner's luck!" Peter said cheekily, and I counted my money in the Mustang convertible we had rented.

"You think so, eh? Why...how much did you win?"

"I didn't. I just helped you, remember?" he reminded me with a smile.

"Oh yeah! That stupid slot machine wouldn't work right for me...but at least I got something for my troubles!" I grinned, putting the money in my purse for safe keeping.

"Do you think Emily will be upset when she finds out where we've gone?" Peter asked, frowning.

"Naahhh...she won't mind!! She'll probably be too busy with Keith to even notice that I'm not around!" I laughed, as I turned on the radio. "Oh...that reminds me...I wonder if she ended up telling Roger about us since we're gone...you think?"

"I don't know...from what you told me about Roger, he probably took it pretty well if she did. After all, if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have been in the hospital last night...but come to think of it, if it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have ended up together like we did!" Peter said, beaming a brilliant smile.

"You know, you're right! I never thought of that before....wow, I guess when I get back home, I should thank him instead of slugging him!"

Peter laughed as we turned down a street and drove up to a fancy clothing store called "Best of Vegas." Peter got out and opened my door.

"Why thank you kind sir. And what do I owe you for performing such a polite deed?" I asked, in my best British accent.

"Hmm...I don't know...you could...pay me...hug me...or better yet..THIS!" he replied as he grabbed me around the waist and gave me a wonderful kiss.

I laughed. "And I thought *I* was supposed to repay *you*!"

"Weeelll...you can repay me later..." Peter suggested with a cheeky grin.

"We'll see about that...." I replied, poking him on his side.

We walked up to the door and stepped in. Immediately I was whisked aside by a sales woman.

"Hello dear! How may I help you today? Oh dear...what happened??" she asked in a motherly tone as she noticed my cheek.

I smiled. "Um, well basically, someone pushed me and I fell into a chair, was knocked unconscious, got seven stitches, and then I woke up with Prince Charming by my side," I finished with a grin.

Peter giggled.

"Oh! Well I'm sorry you were hurt but I'm glad everything's ok! So how may I help you today?" the lady asked again.

"Well, I'm looking for a dress that will be worn at a wedding. And Prince Charming here needs a tux for the same occasion," I said to the lady, who had already ran behind her desk to grab a measuring tape.

She reappeared with the tape in her hand and said, "That's fine! You've come to the right place then! Just let me get your measurements and I'll be right back with the selections you can choose from!"

She then proceeded to take my measurements and then Peter's.

"You both have very fine measurements! I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail!" the lady called, practically running to her back room.

"She sure is a fast, excited lady isn't she?" Peter commented with a note of amusement in his voice.

I smiled. "Yes, she is, but she's nice! And--"

"Here we are!!" the lady yelled, running up to us with many pictures in her hands. "Why don't you both sit down over here so you can relax while you look at these?"

"Oh thank you! That's very nice of you!" I exclaimed as the lady led us over to a love seat.

"Now you two just call me when you've made a decision and take your time!!" the lady called as she pranced back to the back room.

"She should practice what she preaches!" Peter laughed as we settled into the seat and began looking over the pictures.

Half an hour had past and we had finally come to a decision.

I stood up to go find the lady and show her our choices, and she practically appeared from no where in front of me as soon as I had stood up!

"I see you've made your choices! Oh, these are lovely, yes, lovely indeed!" the lady cooed as she took the pictures from my hand. "I'll be right back with these in your sizes and then you can try them on!" And she disappeared as fast and she had appeared.

"Wow...I'm gonna need some slow relaxment after this lady!" I laughed as I sat back down beside Peter.

"That won't be too hard..." Peter assured me as he kissed my neck.

"Here we are!!" the lady yelled as she ran up to us with the dress and tux in her arms.

Peter began to say, "Wow that was--"

"Fast? Oh I know! Everyone tells me that!" the lady finished for him. "Now, go try these on! Girls over here, boys over there!" the lady informed us, pointing over to the separate dressing rooms.

"Think you can bear to be without me for five minutes?" I whispered to Peter who just laughed and said,

"I'll try...but I'm not making any promises...."

Five mintues later I reappeared from the dressing room to look at myself in the full-length mirror.

"Wow.." I sighed. "This dress is more beautiful on than it is in the picture!"

"Oh yes! It is one of our finest!" the lady commented, who had been awaiting for our return. "Where's your Prince Charming? Isn't he finished by now?" the lady asked, trying to see the men's dressing room.

"Hmm...he should be. I'll go check on him!" I offered, walking over to the dressing room that Peter had gone into.

"Peter? Are you still in here?" I asked, peering into the dressing room.

I heard sounds of struggling as I walked into the room and pulled back the curtain.

And what I saw before me was such a site that I couldn't help but laugh. Peter was trying his best to tie his bowtie and he had gotten his fingers tied up within the tie.

"Oh Peter!!" I laughed. "You look so silly!!"

Peter just gave me a puppy dog face and meekly replied, "Heeellpp...."

I was still laughing as I walked up to him and untied the bowtie, freeing his fingers once again.

"Thank you!" he said, sighing of relief. "I shall never tie another bowtie again without your assistance!" he announced as I finished tying it for him.

"And you shall never do anything again without me somewhere near!" I added, giving him a kiss.

"Heeyy..now that's a good idea!" Peter agreed as we walked out of the dressing room.

"Here he is!" I said to the lady who was still waiting for us.

The lady inspected us and then said, "Oh wonderful! You two look so wonderful!"

"He's the one that makes me look good," I said with a grin.

"No no...it's your stunning beauty that makes us look 'wonderful, so wonderful!'" Peter playfully argued with a laugh.

"Well...I think it's the great taste you two have in clothing! So what do you say, will these suit you?" the lady asked us.

"I think this'll just have to do!" I decided, smiling up at Peter.

"Yes, it's perfect!" Peter agreed. He then looked down at his watch. "Oh jeez! We've been here longer than I thought! We'll pay for them now."

We payed the kind lady who, for some reason, wished us all the luck in the world. Now we had to hurry to get to our destination on time.

We drove for about 15 minutes and finally arrived at "Sal and Hanny's Marriage Chapel."

"Is this it?" I asked, looking around at the blinking, neon lights that covered the little building.

"Yeah...this is it," Peter replied as we walked hand-in-hand to the entrance.

We were greeted by the "master of ceremonies" so to speak and took our places. The man had just started his speech when suddenly, the door came flying open and there stood Emily and Keith.

"HEATHER!!! STOOOOOP!!!" Emily yelled as she ran over to me and pulled me away from Peter.

"WHAT??!! EMILY?? What in the world are you doing here?? Or better yet, HOW did you find us??" I asked, shocked that Emily was here.

"Well let me just tell you it wasn't easy...but that's not the point!!! You CAN'T get married to Peter! You haven't known him long enough!!! I won't let you ruin your life like this!!!" Emily yelled, clinging on to my arm.

"HUH?? EMILY!!! We're not getting MARRIED!!" I yelled back.

"Uh huh...and Monkees is spelled with a 'Y'!!" she retorted. "Why else would you be at a wedding chapel thingy in a white dress with Peter in a tux and with another guy in a tux with another girl in a white gown??...Wait a minute....who's the other couple?" Emily asked, truly confused at this point.

I sighed. "That's just what I've been trying to tell you...That's DAVY JONES and his soon-to-be WIFE. Peter and I flew out to Las Vegas to be the bride's maid/best man for his wedding! You've heard of Davy Jones...another one of the Monkees?" I asked Emily, who by this point felt really stupid.

"Oh...yeah, I've heard of him..." Emily said quietly.

"So you mean you two aren't gettin' 'itched?" Keith asked, wide-eyed.

"NO! At least not this soon..." I replied, hugging Peter around the waist.

"But...but...YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME!!!" Emily yelled, getting hysterical.

~*~Part Thirteen~*~ (This is getting SOOO good!!!)

"Well, I'm sorry..." said Heather. "Um, why don't you guys stay for the wedding, anyhow? You can be witnesses, I guess."

"Sure..." I weakly replied, feeling like an idiot for bursting in on someone ELSE'S wedding. Keith and I sat down in a pew.

When the ceremony was over, Keith, Heather, Peter, and I congratulated Davy and his bride, and I apologized for making a fool out of myself.

"No problem," Davy replied, as he walked out, hand in hand, with Mrs. Davy Jones.

"So, uh... you guys wanna get a pizza?" Keith asked Peter and Heather after a few minutes of silence.

We all burst out laughing, and Peter said, "Sure, that'd be good!"

Peter and Heather showed us the way to their rented car, and we drove around until we found a small pizza parlor (probably the only small one in Vegas!). The four of us sat down at a booth, and ordered a cheese pizza. "So, uh, how DID you guys find us?" Peter asked after the pizza got to our table.

"Well," I said, between bites and sips of Coke, "We were going to try and search every airport and chapel. Luckily, Keith has a friend who is friends with that Sal person's cousin. They directed us to that chapel first. We couldn't believe that we had made it in time... sort of!" I laughed, and Heather, Peter, and Keith laughed along. Well, I thought, At least they still have their senses of humor!

"So you mean you really thought that we...?" asked Heather, still giggling. "Jeez, M, I thought that you wouldn't worry... I mean, you know that I would NEVER do that without telling YOU!! You're my best buddy here!"

"Here?" asked Peter, a little confused by her statement.

"Yeah, ya see... um..." Heather started to stumble a little.

"Um... we're both from... NORTH DAKOTA!! Yes, yes, we're from North Dakota, and, um... we came out here, to... see who was playing. Right, Heath?" I quickly filled in.

"Yes, yes that's right! North Dakota. Yup."

"Okie, okie, calm down, you two! We believe ya!" Keith laughed.

I sighed. I really had no idea what had possesed me to say "North Dakota", it had just popped up in my mind. Now I felt like a bit more of an idiot than I did before!

"Well, where are we all going to stay for the night?" Peter asked, bringing us back down to reality.

"Well, I think a 'otel would be a prime spot, wouldn't it?" Keith cheekily replied.

"Yeah, I guess so!" I smiled back.

"Well, um, what hotel?" Heather asked.

Peter produced a map of Las Vegas from somewhere behind his back, and pointed out a hotel. "There."

"The Rich Swank Hotel? I thought they were in New York!" I said. Heather didn't realize it, but I do know my Monkees eppies!

"Nah, they're a chain..." Keith drifted off. "We've stayed in a few o' 'em ourselves. The 'Oo, that is. Right destroyed one nasty room they gave us. Yuck."

I couldn't help laughing at that. Peter said, "Well, enough of this sitting around, let's go to it!"

"Already?" Heather pouted. "But it's only noon!"

"Well, we can gamble for a while, and then retire to the hotel. What do ya say?" Peter replied.

"I'm all for it!" grinned Keith, as he stood up and took my hand. " 'Opefully they'll 'ave some good brandy!"

"Oh, no, you don't!" I teased. "You know that strawberry margaritas taste much better!"

Heather rolled her eyes and smiled as the four of us hopped into Peter and Heather's rented car, off to a casino.

~*~Part Fourteen~*~ (I love this story! :-)

"Viva Las Vegas!!" I yelled as more tokens fell into the slot machine dish. "This is so fun!! How are ya doing over there Em?"

But there was no answer from the seat across from me.

"Em?? Emily?!" I called, getting up from my place, bringing the cup of tokens with me.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of Peter and Keith who were sitting next to each other at a Black Jack table.

"Guys!! Have you seen Emily anywhere?!" I asked frantically. I didn't want to loose her. After all, this was a big casino!!

"No..I thought she was with you?!" Keith asked, standing up.

"She was! She was sitting at the slot machine across from me, and we had been doing our own thing for about 15 mintues, and then I look up to ask her how she's doing, and she's gone!" I explained, starting to really worry.

"Well she has to be in the casino somewhere...but why would she get up and leave without saying anything?" Peter asked, a puzzled expression on his face.

I frowned and said, "I don't know!! That's why I'm really worried! She wouldn't!! She would have told me if she was leaving!"

"Well we 'ave to go find 'er. But it would be a good idea if we stayed togethah. After all, losing one of us is bad enouf but if we ALL got lost, we'd be here forevah!" Keith exclaimed as we started our search for Missing M.

We looked everywhere. But still no sign of Emily.

"I don't know where she could 'ave gone!" Keith said, scratching his head.

"Me neither...Heather, do you have any more ideas of where she could be?" Peter asked, turning around to face Heather. But she wasn't there. "Heather?? Heath??!!" Peter called, turning around in circles, looking for her. "She was just right behind me a minute ago!!"

Keith held is head in his hands and said, "Oh tha's just great...first M now Heath...this is too weird!! Something's wrong with this picture..they wouldn't both 'ave gone off without telling one of us!!"

"I know. I just got a bad feeling that something has happened..." Peter trailed off, his eyes filled with worry.

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I was forced into this small, dark room and shoved into a chair. My hands and feet were then binded to the chair and my gag was tied tighter.

"Now listen up Blondie...you try any funny business and BANG! You get to experience what cold lead feels like as it goes through your heart!!" a man promised with an evil laugh, his New York accent overbearring his speech. "The same goes for you, Red," he said to the person who was bound up in the chair beside me.

A door was closed and I and the other person next to me were left alone.

What in the world is going on?! And who is this next to me?! I asked myself, fearing for my life.

Finally, once my eyes had adjusted to the dark, I could make out the familier outline next to me. It was Emily!!!

"MphhEmy?" was all I could say, seeing as how I was gagged.

Emily turned her head in my direction and nodded frantically, showing that she knew it was me. I nodded too, letting her know that I understood.

~*~Part Fifteen~*~ (Hey--that was pretty good doncha think? :)

"Mmmh-shnoggg-ahhh-aggg..." I started to choke a little. I couldn't believe that Heather was here!! And these people with bad accents scared me, though it wasn't the accents that did it. It was the guns.

Suddenly, the door flew open again, and in walked one of the guys. "Alright, ya two little gals. Me and my buddy here, we likes you gals, and we wouldn't wanna, uh, have to get RID of ya anytime soon. And we'll be happy to let you out of your gags, if you'd only... be our gals. Forevah."

I struggled a little, and the short, fat, one without any facial hair untied my gag. The one who had been talking (he was taller, but still built, and had a beard) untied Heather's gag. Heather looked so scared, as scared as I was. She just stared at the guy.

"Never!" I yelped, and then a gun was pressed against my head.

"Maybe you'd like to repeat that... a little loudah?"

I gulped and remained silent.

"Why us? There are millions of other girls in Vegas! You seem like pretty smart guys. I think you'd know that," Heather started, trying to save our butts.

"Well, well, well, my little Blondie, we likes you. You should feel... privileged. We likes you." These people scared me.

Suddenly, the wall exploded, and in walked Keith, followed by Peter, and some cops.

"ALRIGHT!!! DROP YOUR WEAPONS, AND PUT YOUR HANDS UP OVER YOUR HEADS!!"

The two gangsters did as they were told, and the cop cuffed them and dragged them out of the room.

Peter and Keith rushed over to untie us. "Man, I thought you'd NEVER find us!" I sobbed into Keith's shoulder once he was done.

"Hey... *sniff* How did you guys get in here?" Heather asked, hugging Peter as if for dear life.

"Well... gee, Keith, how DID we?" Peter questioned.

Keith grinned as he pulled a few cherry bombs out of his pocket. "Olways carry 'em around. Nevah know when they'll come in 'andy! 'Specially for blowin' up toilets!"

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and covered my face in my hands. What a day...

"Well, um, let's go back to the hotel for a little bit," Heather said, pulling us all along with her.

As soon as we got back to our room in the Rich Swank Hotel, the phone rang. Keith answered it. " 'Ello?"

Turned out it was John, who said that Pete was VERY upset that Keith wasn't with them, because now that the tour was over, they needed to fly back and record their next album. Keith told them to "Tell 'im to set'le down! Can't we take a break for once? No? We can't? Pooey. 'M gunna any'ow. Wot? You 'eard me. Tell Pait to get 'is underwear outta the bundle. Wot? Rog, too? Oh... ya mean 'Eather... tell 'im tha' 's all ovah. Yeah. She's wif Petah Tork now. Yeah. Uh-huh. Oh, plaise, 'e'lll 'ave a new gahl tonight! Olrighty. Olright. Bye."

I started laughing, which made Keith, Peter, and Heather laugh. "Well, I guess ya didn't have to tell him!" I said.

"Too bad! I wanted to see the look on that git's face! Ah well. He's a fine enough guy, but such a womanizer!" Heather agreed.

"Ummm... ya do realize 's only 3:36 now? Wot ya say we..."

"Keith, stop. I've had enough excitement for one day," I tell Keith before he can finish his sentence.

Before he can argue, I wink at Heather, and she and I both "pass out" on each of our beds, leaving the guys there with *nothing* to do.

~*~Part Sixteen~*~ (Hee! Did ya like that? I did! :-)

"No...No...NO!!!!!" I screamed, as I tryed to find a place to hid. "Stop!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!" I screamed again, as my screams were silenced by a kiss.

I jumped up and sat up in bed. "What--"

"Shh...you were just having a bad dream...." Peter whispered as he gathered me into his arms. I rested my head on his bare chest as I cryed,

"Peter...it was awful...I was being chased down by a gunman..with no place at all to hide...he was going to gun me down in cold blood...and that really could have happened today...if you and Keith hadn't arrived in just the nick of time..." I sobbed.

"It's ok now though. I'm not going to leave you," Peter reassured me, stroking my hair.

"Where's Emily and Keith?" I asked, looking around the room and noticing they weren't there.

"They went down to the hotel's restaurant to get some dinner. They'll be back soon," Peter explained.

"Good...I am getting hungry now that I think about it," I said, as I hugged Peter closely. "I just hope Emily doesn't try to get anything *too weird*....one time, she got something that she *thought* would be good...and it turned out to be fried grasshoppers!!"

Peter made a sour face and said, "Yuck!! What did she do with it?"

"You'll never believe it, but she donated them to a fishing shop...she thought they could sell them as bait!" I explained with a laugh.

Peter laughed and said, "Well, I do believe it! That just sounds like something she would do!"

"Yeah..she's crazy, but I love her!" I smiled.

There suddenly was a knock on the door. I got up and looked out the peep hole. "Speak of the devil..." I grinned as I opened the door.

"Hey guys!! I hope you're good and hungry cause we sure did get a lot of STUFF!!" Emily said, bouncing in the room, her arms full of take out boxes of food.

"Is it edible?" Peter asked with a grin.

"Oh don't worry...I made sure she got stuff tha' even dogs would eat," Keith reasurred everyone with a cheeky grin.

With a sigh of relief, Peter sat down at the table that was over in the corner of the room. Everyone else did the same and we started to eat. Emily had actually gotten REAL food! Chicken, salads, pasta, fish, and an assortment of other things. About midway into our meal, there came a harsh knock on the door.

"I'll get it!" Emily volunteered, as she ran to the door and opened it.

"WHERE IS 'E??!!! I'LL KILL 'IM!!!!" shouted Pete Townshend as he flew through the door.

"Pete??" Emily asked as two other men came into the room.

"KEITH!! YOU'RE COMING WITH US RIGHT NOW!!!!" Pete shouted in total anger as Peter and I just stared blankly at him.

~*~Part Seventeen~*~ (*grins* Pete is rather...peeved, don't you think?)

"Aw, Pait, we're eatin' dinner! Can't it wait?! JUN! I thought I told ya *not* to tell 'im!" Keith sighed in exasperation.

John shrugged and gave a "what-can-you-do" look.

"C'MERE, YOU!! WE NEED TO FLY BACK TO ENGLAND AND RECORD!" Pete continued to shout.

Roger glared over at Peter and Heather. Suddenly he realized what he had *really* lost from Heather, the girl who he was going to actually give a chance. He broke down and started crying, right there.

"Roger? Are you okay??" asked Keith, forgetting about the whole Pete situation.

"N-n-n-no..... 'Eath! I was really gonna give YOU a chance! But you left me, for 'im! I'm nothin' wifou' you!!! Can't you see that?" Roger continued to sob.

"What?! You've got to be joking, right? Or is it that you can't bear to see me actually with another guy?" Heather answered Roger, not believeing a word he said.

"No... 'Eath, I think he's really upset!" exclaimed John, who was surprised that Roger was actually showing some emotion.

Pete stared at Roger blankly. "ROG! This is NOT 'elping us get Keef back!" he yelled again.

Roger shrugged, and continued to sob. Peter couldn't stand the sight of him crying, even if it was his girlfriend's ex-boyfriend. "C'mon, it'll be okay, Roger... everything happens for a reason," he told him.

"Yeah right! Tha's a load of bunk, when it comes to love! 'Eathah, I LOVED YOU! And I thought you loved me, too..." Roger trailed off, still weeping softly.

I looked around at everyone incredously. Was this actually happening? I mean, one moment, I was just calmly eating a normal dinner, then Pete, Rog, and John burst in, and then Roger starts crying about how much he loved Heather?

"STOP THE INSANITY!" I shouted.

The room fell silent as everyone stared at me. I shrugged, and cleared my throat. "Well, um... ahem... we need some sort of closure here! I mean, Roger, if you love Heather, why didn't you tell her before? And Pete, if you REALLY need Keith at the studio, why don't you tell him *calmly*?"

"I thought it was too soon! And besides that, I doubt she would've believed me! I mean, she *obviously* doesn't feel that way about me... so she thinks she can just run off with anyone she chooses! *sniff*" Roger cried.

Heather looked into his eyes. "Roger--you're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking!"

Roger cast his glance downward, unable to say anything. She'll never believe me in a million years, even if I do tell her the truth. She hates me too much, he thought to himself.

Pete told Keith calmly, "We need you in the studio. Understand?"

Keith nodded. Pete smiled. A tear fell down Roger's cheek.

Roger whispered, "The reason I didn't tell you... I 'ave a reputation as a womanizer. I thought tha' if I said it too quickly, you'd nevah believe me. And now I know you *really* won't believe me. *sigh* Damn my reputation... I *do* love you, 'Eather."

"Hey!! Roger!! I mean, I can fully understand what you mean by the reputation thing, but she's my girlfriend now! Even though I *also* have a reputation to live up to as a dummy, I am not really that inside! Oh..." Peter exclaimed, then realized what Roger meant. Even though he seemed like a mean and tough womanizer on the outside, inside he was sweet and caring.

Heather realized this too, and fainted from emotional overload. I rushed to her side.

"Now see wot you've been an' gone an' done?" John scolded. He took my glass of water off of the table, and poured it over Heather's face. Heather woke up.

"You're--you're---not really in love with me! No! You are not!" Heather babbled.

"Yes, I am," Roger told her.

"Yes, he is..." Peter trailed off. Now he was crying, too.

~*~Part Eighteen~*~ (Ohhhh boy.....wot are ya gunna do, 'Eath?!)

Peter reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black box. He opened it, and sat it on the table in front of me.

I gasped as the shimmering of a diamond sparkeled in front of me.

The room fell completely silent except for Peter and Roger's sobbing. I looked up at Peter with this undiscribable look on my face, and then....I burst into tears. Emily ran over to comfort me, but I quickly jumped up out of the chair I was sitting in and ran out of the room.

I ran as fast as I could down the hotel hallway and out of the building into the back where the large swimming pool was. It was unoccupied at the time.

I didn't hesitate. I took one jump and dove into the pool. Slowly, the world around me started to darken as I ran out of air....

I woke up, my eyes blurry. I rubbed them and looked around. A voice called out to me in my mind.

Heather...

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Heather...follow your heart....follow your heart....

"What? Who--"

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"Will she be ok?"

"Yes, she's fine thanks to Keith who jumped in and saved her."

Emily squeezed Keith's hand. He hugged her.

Peter gently brushed the hair out of my face as I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by people. The Who, Peter, Emily....and strangers that I didn't know. I then realized that I was soking wet and what had happened.

I sat up and looked around.

"Where's Roger?" I asked, as Roger stepped forward from behind Keith.

"I'm here..." he said quietly, looking down at his feet.

"Roger...I...I...I don't know what to do about this!!" I started to explain. "I'm in a very bad situation right now...and the only thing I *do* know is that I love Peter...and he loves me back...Roger, I had no clue that you loved me!! How was I supposed to know?!!" I yelled.

"I know...I know..." he trailed off sadly.

I held my head in my hands and Peter rubbed my back with his hand. "Heather...whatever you decide...whatever happens, is the way it was meant to be. Don't try to decide right now, let fate decide for you," Peter said seriously.

"Guys, I know this in't a very good time, but we've got a plane to catch back to England," John reminded everyone.

"You're right. Heather, Emily, Peter, Keith, can you all get packed and be ready by 6?" Pete asked.

"Sure," came the reply.

We all got packed and I changed my clothes and we drove off to the airport leaving Vegas behind.

~*~Part Nineteen~*~ (So, we're on the plane now Em, what happens?)

"Keith... we almost lost her..." I murmured softly into Keith's shoulder. "We were all so shocked... thank God you acted..." I started to cry.

"Olright, olright, 'un... c'mun, don' cry! It'll all be olright. An' it was nuffin'. Don' you start callin' me a 'ero!" he tried to joke a little, kissing me, tucking my head under his chin.

Roger sat next to us, so that Heather wasn't near Peter or him. Peter had insisted upon doing that, so she could decide on her own. She instead sat next to John and Pete.

I looked up at Roger, who still seemed so sad. It was incredible... Roger had always been the tough, strong one. To see him reduced to this--!

"Rog, stop... g'wan, ya look like me!" I tried.

He smiled a little sad smile. That man needed one thing. He needed a huge hug, so I obliged.

Keith helped too. Rog broke into a huge grin, his eyes watering. "Thanks..." he whispered as he gave me a peck on the cheek, much like a brother would do to a sister. Purely platonic.

Keith laughed, and pecked ROG on the cheek, too! I cracked up. So did Roger, and John who had been watching the whole thing.

"C'mun, shall we liven this place up a little?" Keith asked of everyone, to which he was either ignored, or given looks that told him he was crazy.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Keith shouted, and I covered my eyes, scared of what he was about to do.

He leaped out of the seat. Damn it, he had gotten the isle seat, hadn't he? I reminded myself to never let him get that seat again.

He ripped off his shirt, runnning up and down the isles like a madman. "Holy sh*t..." I muttered, jumping out after him. I looked over at John, who looked like he wanted to say, "Oh, paaaaaa-leeeeese, he does this *all* the time..."

I still couldn't let him get away. "KEITH!! GET BACK HERE!!!"

Keith let out a wild laugh, and grabbed Peter, who was sitting next to a bewildered older couple. He started to waltz around with him, and it sure cheered Peter up!

So, there we were, Peter and Keith waltzing and laughing, me runnning after them, fearing that the airlines would throw us off, in mid-air!

Soon the entire back section of the plane, where we were, were either in hysterics, or scared half to death. A stewardess came running. So did another. And another.

"Misters, Miss... please take a seat. Please take a seat. Please. Take. A. Seat. NOW!"

Another scolded, "And you--put your shirt back on!"

Keith slowed down a little, and I finally caught him! "Oh, excuse me, we're so sorry... he does this ever so often... c'mon, Keithy-baby... time for your meds! That's a good boy... So sorry."

Peter went back to sit down, and he looked like he was going to cry from laughing so hard!

I, in the meantime, had managed to DRAG Keith back to his seat. As soon as we sat down, Pete, Peter, John, Roger, and Heather clapped. Keith stood back up and took a bow, and then I pulled him back down.

"Missing something?" Roger asked, as he tossed Keith his shirt.

"Why thank ya, dear boy!"

I wiped a tear from my eye, after laughing the hardest I think I ever have in my life! And as soon as Keith had gotten dressed, I kissed him, thanking him for cheering everyone up. Even if it didn't help Heather decide. I looked over at Heather, who sat there, deep in thought.

~*~Part Twenty~*~ (Wow! Heehee, Keith is NUTZ!! And, we made it to part 20!! That's so cool!!)

The stewardess came by with her cart of drinks.

"Miss, would you like something to drink?" she asked me.

I thought for a moment... I'm sick of thinking...I'm going to have some fun of my own... I decided as I said to the stewardess, "Yes, I'd like one bottle of brandy for me and the two gentlesmen besides me," I said as I pointed to John and Pete.

They gave me huge smiles as the stewardess gave us a bottle of brandy and three glasses.

In less than no time, me, John and Pete were all drunk to put it bluntly.

"And THEN, oh 'ere's a bloody good one--why did th' chicken cross th' road?" John asked, staring intently at me for an answer.

"To buy some brandy?!" I shouted.

"HOW'D YOU KNOW??!!"

We all laughed loudly, causing the people sitting around us to stare at us as if we had lost all our marbles.

Pete then took out the acoustic guitar he had sitting under his seat out of it's case and asked, "Any requests?"

I thought for a moment getting, what seemed like at the time, a good idea.

"Nothing in peticular, just play something with a good rythem!!" I replied as I got up out of my seat.

Pete started jamming on his guitar and Keith got a huge grin on his face as he started beating anything in sight as if it were a drum. Emily had been asleep up until this time...

I ran up to the front of the plane and stood on this little raised stage-like thing they had for the stewardesses to stand on when they were making announcements.

John started clapping and yelling.

More people turned to look at him and me.

I had started dancing....but, it wasn't any kind of *ahm* "normal" dancing....

"John, CATCH!!" I yelled as I threw off an extra shirt I had worn on top of another one.

People started to gasp and some started to yell and clap for more.

By this time, Emily was fully awake, and stared at me in horror. "HEATHER!!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING??!!!" she yelled as she ran up to the front of the plane.

"Just having fun!!" I yelled back as she dragged me off the stage.

"Oh God...you're drunk!"

"No I'm not!! I'm perfectly fine!" I argued as Emily ushered me back to my seat.

Roger stared at me with wide eyes. Who knew what *HE* was thinking....

Peter on the other hand started laughing. "Heath, I never thought of you as the kind of person who would get drunk like that! But it's not good to go stripping on an airplane..." he chided with a laugh.

"I told you, I'm not drunk!" I argued again, sticking my tongue out at Peter.

"Yeah, she's just 'avin' fun!" John said, coming to my defense.

"What are *you* talking about?! You're just as drunk as *she* is!!" Emily protested.

"But you 'ave to admit Em, she WAS having FUN!!!" Keith said with a cheeky grin.

Pete agreed. "Yeah Em, come on, lighten up a little!"

Emily just let out a big *SIGH* and buried her face in her hands. This was going to be a loooooooong flight.

~*~Part Twenty-One~*~ (OOO...I was 'avin' FUN!!!!)

I can't believe it. My "sensible" Heather... just got completely drunk and started a STRIPTEASE on a public airplane. And everyone thinks I'M the crazy one! What am I gonna do with her?!

Keith might be psychic. "Don't worry, M! She was only 'avin' a bit o' fun. Everyone gets drunk at some point in their life!" he laughed. "An' 'f you're lucky, *I* might recreate what she just did in our bedroom tonight, but in *FULL*!" Keith laughed again, kissing the back of my neck.

I giggle, and then Keith and I start to make out. Roger looks pained, and complains, "Can you two save that for latah? I mean, 's a P.D.A. Public Display of Affection. You do tha' in school, you get reprimanded."

"But we're not *in* school..." Keith trails off, kissing me.

"Well then, can I just switch my seat?!"

"NO! We can't let you near Heather!" I yell.

Roger sighs and gives up.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the aisle...

"John, that wasssso much fun! We have to do that again sssometime!" Heather giggled, slightly slurring her words.

John nodded, agreeing whole-heartedly. "Yep... you bet! We should get togethah more often! 'Ey! We could be an act! 'Eathah an' Entwistle! We'll be a smash!" Well, it made perfect sense to the obviously smashed John and Heather.

Pete was quick to jump on the bandwagon. "An' I could provide the music! Weeeha!"

"Brilliant! 'Eathah an' Entwistle an' Townshend!" John grinned, laughing loudly.

"STEWARDESS! Anothah bot'le o' brandy for us! We're CELEBRATING!" Pete cried.

"Uh, excuse me sir, I think you've had enough," the stewardess said, looking frightened.

"Nonsense! I'm paying for it, give it to us!" Pete replied.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, sir."

"Fine then! Be that way!" Pete exclaimed, quite angry.

"Excuse me miss, but that bot'le of brandy? Could we please 'ave it? And, bring another?" Keith asked, ever-so-politely.

"Why, yes, sir."

Once Keith recieved the bottles, and the stewardess walked away, he tossed one to John, Heather, and Pete.

"Splendid! Thank you very much indeed!" Heather happily yelped upon catching the bottle.

The three drank more and got even more drunk. Then I realized that Keith himself had a bottle of brandy in our seat. I was afraid of KEITH getting drunk, so I insisted that Roger and I have some, too. Nervously.

"*GASP* I don't drink, drinking's BAD!" Rog protested. [Honestly, Roger was against alcohol and drugs for most of his life! No kidding! ~*M*~]

"Fine, we'll give some to Peter!" Keith then replied.

"Oh, thank you!" Peter said, taking a glass.

I listened to the singing drunks across the aisle. (A.K.A. John, Pete, and Heather...) "A 'undred 'undred bottles of BRANDY on the wall! A 'undred 'undred bottles of BRANDY!!!..."

Wouldn't you know it... Keith joined in.

"TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND, A 'UNDRED NINETY-NINE BOTTLES OF *BRANDY* ON THE WALL!"

The only thing was... Keith wasn't even drunk yet.

Suddenly, I forgot about all my stuck-up attitude. Why shouldn't I join in on the fun? After all, I had only brought down everyone else before. I was going to have another drink, before Roger stopped me.

"Don't do it, M! I need *SOMEONE* to 'elp me carry these *lulus* off the plane!"

I sighed, then realized he was right. I didn't like the *taste* of brandy all that much anyways.

"John, what a brilliant idea of singing that song! That song could be in our act, Pete and John and Heather!" Heather told John.

"Ya mean 'Eathah an' Entwistle an' Townshend?" John corrected her.

"Yeah, that too! I love you, man!"

With that, Heather gave John a sloppily drunken kiss.

"Omigod!" I gasped, catching my breath in my throat. I wouldn't say anything, as Peter and Roger hadn't noticed. No need to get *them* worked up. Besides, it was just a harmless kiss...

~*~Part Twenty-Two~*~ (Now, with you, John, Pete, and soon to be Keith and Peter drunk, how are Roger and I going to get us off of the plane?!)

John and I had finally fallen asleep on the plane, much to the relief of the people around us. Peter and Roger were talking together, discussing everything that had happened and how each of them felt about it. They had really bonded well considering the circumstances. Pete and Keith on the other hand...were getting smashed even more so than they were...

"Em!!! Are ya' sure ya' don't want some of this wonderful brandy!!???" Keith asked Emily, trying his hardest to speak properly.

"Keith...no! And I think it's about time you stopped! Besides, we'll be landing in half an hour."

"Awwww...so?? Once we land, well tha's when th' REAL party starts!!" Keith said with a wild grin.

Emily sighed. As much as she loved her crazy Keith, he needed to learn when to slow down and look around, take a deep breath, and realize where he was.

Emily looked over where John and I were sitting and gasped in shock.

We had fallen asleep holding hands.

Emily quickly looked over at Peter and Roger, who were still engaged in their conversation.

Good...I hope they don't notice...Lord, if they saw this right now, the plane would get so tense it would combust! Emily thought. I wonder what this means...well, maybe it's just because they're drunk and they didn't know what they were doing. Once they're sober again, I'm sure this "friendliness" thing will be over....I think...

Twenty minutes had gone by, and one of the stewardesses stepped up onto the "stage."

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you'll please buckle your safety belts, we will be landing at London Airport in approximately five minutes."

"Heather....Heath....wake up..." Emily said, shaking me.

"Wha...what...it's too early..." I mumbled as I turned to my side away from Emily.

"No, no...wake up!" she coaxed again.

This time, I semi-sat up. "Wow Em...my head really hurts..." I complained as I held my head in my hands.

"It should...you drank from two bottles of brandy!" Emily reminded me.

"Oh yeah...but it was fun!!" I exclaimed. The effect of the brandy hadn't fully worn off yet....

Pete took this time to wake up John.

"John...John! 'Ey man, get up!"

"Wha...what...it's too early..." he mumbled as he turned to his side away from Pete.

"No, no...wake up!" he commanded.

This time, John sat up. But a little too quickly, as he fell back into the seat. "Man...me head is spinning like a red, rubber ball*..."

"You don't think all tha' brandy could be the cause of it, do you?" Pete asked in a cheeky tone.

"I don't think *you* should be talkin' Townshend! You had quite a bit of brandy yourself! How come you don't feel bad yet?" John asked, perplexed.

"Because, I didn't go to sleep like you and I continued to drink..." he smiled, still drunk.

The airplane finally landed and with much help, everyone got off the plane....but it was a challenge!! Emily had to help me because I could hardly walk from my horrid headache...Keith, who was just totally smashed, was helped by Roger...Peter, who didn't get too drunk, helped John off...and Pete, the indepent one in this case, helped himself off! (Oh sure he didn't...he had tha' stewardess helpin' him off!!! I saw 'im!!!!--Keith)

Everyone piled into the limo that was waiting for us when we arrived.

We drove for about 45 minutes until we reached our destination... The Ritz Hotel. We got a suite so there were like, four different bedrooms.

Nothing much happened after we had gotten to our rooms...and the next thing I remembered, I woke up the next morning, lying next to John Entwhistle.

*The "Red, Rubber Ball" thing came from the Cyrkle's song, "Red, Rubber Ball!" :)

~*~Part Twenty-Three~*~ (So Em...tell me exactly how I got to be where I was? *EG*)

I woke up the next morning next to Keith, who reeked of alcohol.

"Aw, hun... AAAHHH! Get some clothes on!" I yelped, jumping out of bed.

"Shurrup... me 'ead is killin' me..."

"Well, you should be thankful that I didn't throw you in the drunks' room! Pete and John and Heather are all in there. You could've been in there too, but I decided not to!"

"Yeah, 'cos you wanted to see me striptease... You *do* remember that, don't you?" he asked, with a devilish grin on his face. Luckily for me, *I* still had *my* clothes on.

"Well..." I trailed off, giggling as I remembered him dancing around.

I tossed him a pair of pants.

In the next room...

"Wow... John... oh no! We didn't, right?! Please say we didn't!" Heather cried, crawling away from John.

"Of course we didn't... our clothes are still on..." John trailed off. "Ooh, me 'ead!"

"Yeah, mine too," Heather remarked pitifully.

A loud buzz interrupted their conversation.

"What is that awful loud buzzing sound?" Heather asked.

John merely pointed in the direction of Pete, on the next bed.

"What? You know I can't see anything! My eyes hurt too much!" she snapped.

John let out a short annoyed breath. " 'S PETE, okay?!?!"

"MY EARS!!! DON'T YELL!!!"

"OH YEAH?!"

"YEAH!!"

"Shurrup you two... some of us tryin' to SLEEP!" Pete yelled, now also annoyed.

"YOU SHUT UP!" John and Heather yelled together.

Roger stumbled in the door. "Wot in bleedin' 'ell... John and 'Eathah?!"

Peter burst in at this inoppurtune moment, entirely happy and cheery. "Who wants coffee? Heath?!"

Heather just buried her head in her hands. "Damn it..."

The room became even *more* cheery when Keith and I flew in, mainly because Keith was chasing me.

"C'mere, you! If I 'ave to take a shower, I'm takin' you wif me!" he was yelling. Now everyone stared at us.

I leaped to hide behind Pete's back. "Save me from him! He's bloody well drunk!" I yelled, suddenly turning a bit British.

" 'Ow am I supposed to save you? 'E's *your* boyfriend."

Finally, Keith caught me, and started to drag me back to our room. Then my eye caught a glimpse of Heather and John in bed, kissing, now that the attention was off of them. I gasped for the third time in three parts of this story. *LOL!!!*

Of course everyone heard this gasp as they were all staring at me, so then looked over at John and Heather. Peter and Roger started to cry on each other's shoulders.

Heather nervously chuckled, "Um... oops?"

~*~Part Twenty-Four~*~ (BWAHAHAHA! You get *that* for leaving me with such a hard part! HAHAHA!!!) [HEY...that's all PERFECTLY fine with me man!! What, do you think I *MIND* kissing John?? HA! If you do, you've gone off yer rockah man!! ;) ]

Oh no....here it comes... Emily thought with a groan.

"HEATHER!! I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!!" Peter wailed, large tears falling down his face.

"Um...well...I did..." I trailed off, glancing at John who gave me a sympathetic look.

"But..but...you were s'posed to decide 'tween me an' 'IM!!" Roger sobbed.

I hated seeing either of them cry.

"'An now...now you've chosen this...this...bass playin' weirdo over ME?!" Roger yelled in disbelief.

"HEY!! I do believe I am the only *SANE* one in this group!!" John shot back at Roger, who just scowled.

"Guys, please!!" I said, trying to smooth their ruffled feathers. But I suppose Roger and Peter had the right to be mad. Peter seemed to take it a lot better than Roger though...who by now had started a rampage....

"HA!!! I COULD NAME A MILLION REASONS WHY YOU SHOULD HAVE CHOSEN ME OVER *'IM*!!!" Roger shouted, throwing his hands up in the air.

"WELL I DIDN'T CHOOSE YOU, DID I??!!! SO I SUGGEST YOU START GETTING OVER IT AND FAST, DALTREY!!!" I screamed back at him so hard my face was now crimson.

The room fell dead silent.

Emily stared at me in disbelief. "Heather...I didn't know you were capable of screamin like that..."

I caught my breath once again and John rubbed my back and whispered in my ear, "It's ok...calm down..."

I took a deap breath and closed my eyes, then opened them again.

"OK...I think this discussion is coming to a close...Peter, I'm very sorry, YES, I did love you, and you're a wonderful person...I hope we can still be wonderful friends," I said sincerely to Peter who smiled and said,

"Of course we can. You're a wonderful person Heather. I'll never forget you. John, treat her well, or I'll be coming back..." Peter laughed as he gave me hug. "I understand, I really do...and now I should probably be getting back to the guys...they've probably sent out a search party for me by now."

I nodded and hugged him once again. "Keep in touch," I said with a smile.

"Of course," Peter replied, giving me that wonderful grin of his.

"And good luck! Oh, and Peter, do me a favor and stay away from drugs, OK? PROMISE ME that you will," I said in a serious tone of voice.

Peter nodded solemly. "Yes, of course. Whatever you want. I know it's for my own good anyways," he smiled. "Well everyone, it's been great I guess you could say. Stay well! Oh and Keith, do *me* a favor and don't drink too much... and stay away from sleeping pills..." Peter said seriously.

Keith nodded. "Yes, I don't think I'll 'ave to worry about any of tha' wif Em here," he smiled.

Emily grinned at him and he kissed her.

"Good-bye everyone!" Peter called as he opened the door.

"Oh and Peter! Thank you. For everything," I said, giving Peter a last smile.

He winked at me, and walked out the door.

"Now as for you Roger...try to except this fact...you'll get over me soon...why, in three days you'll have a new girlfriend!! Four days tops!" I smiled.

Roger semi-smiled and nodded as he walked back to his room.

"Oh Heather! I'm so glad that's all over!" Emily sighed a sigh of relief. (Jeez EM!!! How many times have you *SIGHED* in this story?! LOL!)

I nodded in agreement. "Believe ME...it's taken a load off my mind!!!" I giggled.

"Well my dear...I'm off to get a shower!! Care to join me?" Keith asked Emily with a cheeky grin.

"Later Keith...not now.." she trailed off with a sly smile as she kissed him before he headed off to their room.

"I'm gonna step out onto the balcony to get some fresh air!" Emily exclaimed as she left the room.

Pete followed her......

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I walked out of my room to find Emily after I had taken my shower. Oh yeah...she said she was gonna be on the balcony... I remembered as I went in that direction.

I opened the glass door that led out onto the balcony and gasped in horror at what I saw...

Emily and Pete were merrily making out, oblivious to me standing there.

John came up behind me and mumbled, "Oh Lord...'ere we go again...."

~*~Part Twenty-Five~*~ (Emily!!! I'm shocked at you!!!!!! *EG*)[I swear that ONE DAY, Heath... I'M GONNA GET YOU FOR THIS!!! I WILL!!! JUST YOU *WAIT*!!! *GRRRRRR!!!*]

"Heath!" I yelped as I leapt away from Pete, who put his arms back around me. I turned away from him.

"What do you think you're *doing*?! I mean, do we *really* want to start this again?" Heather scolded me.

"I dunno..." I hung my head down.

"Wot 'ave yah got to say for yahself, Pait?" John asked Pete, giving him the evil eye. "I'm Keef's best friend, an' I can't very well keep this from 'im, yah know."

"Well... I think I'm in love wif M!" Pete exclaimed as he grabbed me and kissed me again. It was then that I fainted.

"M!!! WAKE UP!!!" Heather yelled.

I spit the water out of my mouth. "How... how... how did I get so wet?"

"You fainted, so I had to revive you."

"Don't you remember?" Pete asked me. No, not Pete! Our little make-out session flooded back into my memory.

"So, why were you kissing Pete in the first place?" Heather asked me, looking serious.

"Um... can I just talk to you alone?" I asked her, nodding in the direction of her bedroom.

"Sure. Guys, please excuse us for a sec?" Heather replied.

Once inside the bedroom, I sat down on one of the beds. Heather sat on the one across from me, still looking serious.

"Well... it's just that... Pete... Keith..." I started to babble.

"From the beginning, please?" Heather asked me.

I took a deep breath, sighed [*again...*], and started to tell my tale. "Heather... Pete is such a sweet guy. Really, he is. I feel terribly confused, because he told me that he *loved* me, but so does Keith. Now I'm in the situation that you were... and I don't know who to choose! I mean, Pete doesn't drink *as* much, isn't *as* wild as Keith, and I love that about him. But, I'm afraid that if I leave Keith, he'll turn back to his pills and alcohol and die younger than he was going to! I mean, if he dies now, in 1967, think of all the stuff that won't happen! 'Tommy' won't be really written, and he'd only be TWENTY, not THIRTY-ONE, when his time came. It's horrible! Plus, I love Keith. Probably more than Pete... but I'm not sure. I just want to run away from it all! Go home! But, we are here for a reason... we must be... I don't want Keith to die so young..." I started crying, and Heather gave me a reassuring hug.

"Whoever you choose, it'll work out." She then laughed. "God, I sound like Peter did!" She smiled, attempting to cheer me up, but I still felt bad.

"I guess I'm gonna stay with Keith... but what if Pete gets hurt? I don't want to move from my current position... damn it! It all started when I gave him that *ONE* peck on the *nose*, way back when! Actually... it was only a week ago... man, it feels like longer."

Heather looked shocked at this. "You mean to tell me we've only been here a *WEEK*?! It seems like *MONTHS*! I feel like I've known these guys forever!"

"Me too... and that's why I can't bear to choose..." I stopped. What the hell was I doing? Keith loved me. I knew that. Pete *might* love me. I think he's just lonely. "Maybe I should leave them both, and shack up with Roger..." I trailed off, bitterly.

Heather smiled in appreciation. "Don't get him involved in this... he's been hurt enough."

I laughed. "Yeah, he certainly cracked, didn't he? But... you know... Pete's a good kisser..." As my sentence went on, my words had gotten quieter, and quieter...

That made Heath laugh out loud. "And what of Keith?"

"Oh, he's *better*! That's it. I'm going to stay with Keith," I finally decided.

"Good for you! Now if only I could've decided that quickly!" she laughed again. "So, what are you gonna do about Pete the Pest?"

"Tell him my choice! And besides that, don't make too much fun of him. He's soon to be Pete the Melancholy."

"Yeah... well, shall we go back out to the balcony?" Heather asked me.

"Yeah! They're probably wondering what the heck happened to us!" I laughed as we walked back out, only to see Keith had joined Pete and John.

"Wot do yah think yah're doin', M? I thought we loved each othah! An' now yah're runnin' orf wif Pait?! I don' think I deserve this!" Keith yelled at me angrily.

Before I could respond, he turned and stormed off. "No!" I cried.

"John! You told!" Heather exclaimed angrily at her new boyfriend.

"Wot? You expected me *not* to? Lemme put it this way... if M 'ad seen me kissin' anuthah gahl, which I 'aven't been, wouldn't you want 'er to tell you?" John explained.

"Yes... but Emily just chose Keith! And now he won't let her explain!" she told him back.

Pete looked depressed. "Ah well..." he sighed. " 'S not like anyone actually likes me, any'ow..."

I stood there in disbelief that Keith had yelled at me. I had never seen him so angry before. And now I doubted that he loved me anymore. I could see his point, but he lashed out so quickly... before he knew my choice... and he wouldn't let me speak...

I ran off in pursuit of Keith. I knew that right now, he'd be turning to the bottle for relief, and I couldn't let him.

Heather yelled something to me, but I didn't quite hear her.

As soon as I had gotten back to my and Keith's room, I found him sprawled on the floor, a bottle of pills next to his side.

"NO!!!" I screamed, and everyone else came running. I started sobbing uncontrollably on top of Keith's chest. "Not yet! NOT YET, DAMN IT!!!"

Everyone stared at me in shock. "CALL AN AMBULANCE, DAMN IT!!!" Heather screamed, and John quickly did as Heather instructed.

~*~Part Twenty-Six~*~ (MY KEITHY!! Heath, will the ambulance arrive in time???)

"Oh my God..." I muttered as I quickly ran by Keith's side. I checked his pulse. Well, he's a strong guy, I could still feel his pulse. "He's alive...but he needs quick medical treatment." I picked up the bottle of pills he had taken. The doctor was going to need to know what it was he had overdosed on. Sleeping pills....oh GOD!! my mind screamed.

In no time at all, an ambulance had arrived and carried Keith off on a stretcher. Emily had nearly collapsed from the overload of things that had happened. So Emily had insisted on riding with Keith to the hospital. I went with her to make sure she was going to be ok. The guys followed in their car.

Roger had to drive because John was so emotionally unstable he would probably have gotten everyone in a wreck had he been driving.

We pulled up to the hospital and the events that happened after that were quick yet exact.

"What has this young man been a victim of?" the doctor asked as Keith was rushed into the ER.

"Sleeping pills sir...we don't know how many he took," I replied as I handed the bottle of pills to the doctor.

"Thank you miss...without knowing this, I don't think we would have a chance of saving him..."

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Emily had been given a seditive so she would fall asleep so she could relax for a while. I paced the room she was in, John watching me walk back and forth.

God, is this what we've been sent here for?? To save the life of Keith Moon?! Unknowing to us...and now, that Emily and I have fallen in love...and Keith will be saved...will we be sent back?! I can't bear that thought now!!! I CAN'T LEAVE!!!! and with that thought I fell to my knees and started to cry.

John knealt beside me and started to cry as well.

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"Excuse me? Are you the friends of Mr. Keith Moon?" a nurse asked, as she came into the room we were in.

"Yes-what's happened?! Is he ok??!! Say he's ok!!" John demanded.

Everyone waited with baited breath as the nurse replyed,

"He's doing much better now. If we hadn't known what he had overdosed on, I'm afraid it would have been bad news I would be telling you right now..." the nurse said solemly.

John gave me a look of appreciation, relief, and love all rolled into one as he embraced me.

He sobbed onto my shoulder, "Oh God 'Eath...if you 'adn't brought those pills!! If you 'adn't--"

"Shh..." I said quietly, silencing John's words. "It's the reason I'm here..."

"What?" John asked looking at me with confusement.

Oh no.... I thought. "I'll tell you later, John. When everyone's together and well again."

John nodded.

"What--what happened?! Where am I?! WHERE'S KEITH?!" Emily yelled, suddenly awakened.

"Emily! It's ok! Keith's much better now!!!" I said happily as I hugged her.

"Oh Heather!!! I'm so glad!! GOD!! You don't know!!! You just don't know!!!! I thought I had lost him before I could tell him I really do love him!!" Emily cried, tears readily flowing down her face.

"It's all going to be ok now, trust me," I promised with a smile.

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Keith recovered very well and very quickly thanks to everyone's quick action. Emily told Keith how much she loves him and he had sworn to never touch any form of drugs again unless Emily made sure of what it was and how many he was taking. (IE: Two Advil for a headache after a concert, admisistered by Emily. :) And alcohol will only be drinken by him with Emily's permission.

And to top that all off, Keith had asked Emily to marry him.

~*~Part Twenty-Seven~*~ (Looks like things are looking up for you, Em!!)

"Keith?! You mean it?!" I exclaimed, hugging onto him as for dear life as soon as Keith asked me to marry him.

"Of course I mean it! An' you know tha' if I'm wif you, I'll stay outta trouble, 'cos I love you!" Keith told me, kissing me.

"Yes! Yes, Keith, yes, I'll marry you!! Of course!!"

With that, we hugged and kissed, and then I realized what I had to tell him. Where I was really from. Because if I told him *AFTER* we got married, things might get weird.

I took a deep breath. "Keith... sit down. I... have something I need to tell you."

"Wot? Dear gahl, wot's the mattah? You look like yah're ready to cry!" Keith asked, getting concerned.

"Well... it's just that I don't know if you'll believe it..."

"NO! Don't tell me yah're leavin' me for Pait!"

"No, no, no, nononono!! Nothing like that! It's just that... I'm not from around here..."

"Yeah, I know," he said. "Yah're from North Daktoa. You olready told me tha'."

"Keith... I was lying. I'm really from New York... and the year 2000." There. I had said it. Now it was a matter of explaining myself to the incredulous look Keith was giving me.

"Yah're JOKING?!?! Right?" Keith looked at me like I was crazy.

I stared down at the glittering diamond on my left ring finger. So beautiful... so precious... just like Keith... "No... I'm not joking. Heather and I both are from the year 2000. It's... we don't know HOW we got here. I was typing on my computer in my parents' room..."

"WAIT! You 'ad a computah in the 'OUSE?!"

"Yeah... they'd gotten smaller, you see... and... Well, I had this thing called a 'website' about The Who. It was named after one of your songs, 'Armenia City In The Sky.' I loved you back then... but it wasn't real love. I was in love with your image, your music, your body... but not the *real* you. And then... I was sucked back in time with Heather. We had ended up in the Marquee club, you know, where you guys were playing. That's why we didn't have any other clothes or anything."

Keith stopped me. "You... you LOVED me, without knowing me? You know the future? You know wot 'appened to the band? Our successes, our failures? You know wot 'appened to me? 'Ow? 'Ow is it possible?"

I sighed, casting my glance downward. "I don't know, Keith... I *don't* know. That's where you're wrong. I know a BIT of the future, yes, I know what happened to the band, yes, and I hope I can change what happened to you..."

Keith looked frantic. "Wot? Wot 'appened to me?"

"You... you... overdosed on Heminevrin, a pill to help your alcoholism, on September 7, 1978, after seeing the premier of 'The Buddy Holly Story.' You were with your Swedish fiancee, Annette Walter-Lax. You... die in your sleep." I started to cry, remembering all the nights that I cried for Keith at home. When I cried myself to sleep, wishing that I could be with him. And now that I was here, I was crying again.

Keith stood there, shocked. Not quite believeing me, but by seeing the pain in my eyes, knowing it had to be true. He hugged me, murmuring, "Don't worry, M... I'm givin' up tha' stuff now. I'm never doin' it again. I don' want to leave you..." He kissed me, the most powerful and love-filled kiss I've ever had. He wiped the tears from my eyes, and I smiled, still crying. Keith did love me. He said it with his eyes, his hugs, his kisses. I knew that I had finally done the right thing, that I hadn't belonged in the year 2000. 1967 was fine by me.

"I believe you... I believe you... Lord, M, I believe you. But don't tell me our successes an' failures just yet. I wanna find out when the time comes. An' make sure to keep me away from all the gahls in Sweden!" he laughed. He hugged me tighter, and laid down on the bed.

I cuddled up next to him, putting my head on his chest. He played with my hair, curling his fingers through it. "Thank you, God," I whispered as Keith kissed the top of my head.

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"Everyone's put on the Earth for a reason, you know," John said to Heather as they laid down next to each other on the bed. "Wot do yah think yours was?"

"That's what I have to explain..." Heather sighed, thinking of how to form the words in her mind. The words that told him that she was from 2000.

~*~Part Twenty-Eight~*~ (I can't explain... I think it's love... try to say it to you, when I feel blue! But I can't explain... oooh, oooh, Can't Explain!!)

"I'm...I'm not from around here," I started nervously as I sat up.

"Yeah, babe, I know tha'...it's apparant 'cos you don't 'ave an English accent," John said with a grin.

"No, no...that's not what I mean. I mean, I'm not from this TIME ERA."

John laughed. "Ah, you're cute!"

"John I'm not kidding...I'm, really from the year 2000," I said seriously, looking into John's eyes.

He only laughed again. "Man gahl! You crack me up! You really do! You know, it's not April Fool's or anything..."

I sighed. This was going to be harder than I had thought...

"John. I swear on my life--I'm REALLY from the year 2000!!"

John stopped laughing and looked at me. "Oh really, then 'OW in th' world did you get 'ere, eh?"

"Well, that's the hard part. I was talking to Emily on my computer--"

"Your computer??!! Those things are HUGE!"

"Not in the year 2000. They make little ones. And anyways, I was talking to Emily on the computer--"

"Wha'?? 'Ow do you talk to someone on a computer??" John asked, bilwildered.

"John, you just do. It's too hard to explain. Let's just say, technically, I was talking to her on the phone."

"Ok...keep going," he said.

"And somehow, I pressed a key erm, button, and found myself here, in the 60s! I don't know HOW it happened...but, it did. And Em and I wondered into The Marquee, where you guys were playing that night."

"Yeah, I remember tha'...but this is silly! You came back in time through a computer that's small?!" John laughed at this thought.

"John, you're not making this any easier..." I said with a sigh.

"Well come ON! You really expect me to believe something like tha'?" John asked seriously as he sat up.

"John, I know it's hard to believe....OK? And I know it's especically hard for you to understand since you're Mr. Down-to-Earth. Which isn't a bad thing--but why would I make something like this up?? I don't have a bonafide reason!! I would have laughed or screwed something up by now if this were supposed to be a joke!" I exclaimed, getting angry.

"Ok 'Eath...ok...you're from the year 2000 and I'm Mike Nesmith from the Monkees..." John trailed off cheekily.

I stood up and flew out of the room. I can't try to explain it any better for him, I thought angrily as I walked out onto the balcony. The sun was just setting and it was getting chilly. I stood there by myself and thought about the things that had happened since Emily and I had got here. A gust of wind suddenly blew in my direction, and caused my hair to get in my face. I replaced the blonde strands behind my ears again and stared out into the horizon. Something big was going to happen. I could feel it. I stood there for five more minutes by myself when I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and a chin rest on my shoulder.

"Are you ready to believe me?" I asked coldly, knowing it was John.

"'Eath...I'm sorry...it was just, 'ard for me to believe tha', you know? But I know you wouldn't lie to me like tha' for no reason. I believe you know," he said sincerely as he kissed my cheek.

"Thank you," I smiled. "I knew it wasn't going to be very easy for you to believe it, because it is kinda far out there...but it's true."

John nodded, "I just hope you don't ever have to go back there again."

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That night.....

There came a knock on the door. Pete had been out for a while, so we figured it might be him, who probably forgot his key to the suite.

Emily answered it. "Yes?" she asked, as she caught a sight of who was with Pete....

"Th-th-the-BEATLES?!" she screamed.

I looked up from my place on the couch, thinking it was some kind of joke. But sure enough, there stood Paul, John, George, and Ringo, with Pete.

"Oh my God..." I muttered.

"'Ello there," Paul said with a grin.

~*~Part Twenty-Nine~*~ (Oh Lord...looks like a long night of partying ahead!! But not too much brandy and NO DRUGS!!! :)

" 'Ey, Pait, you didn't tell us you 'ad two lovely ladies stayin' wif you!" Paul said as he kissed my hand. I blushed a deep crimson.

"Hi... I'm Emily, but you can call me M," I sighed. I mean, PAUL MCCARTNEY JUST KISSED MY HAND!!!

Paul moved on and kissed Heather's hand too, and she also blushed. But, I knew now that he wasn't coming on to us, just being polite, like the wonderful Beatle he is. "H-h-hi, I'm Heather..." she also sighed.

John Lennon looked around at the place, and nodded in approval. " 'Ow much did this cost, then?" he asked cheekily.

I laughed again, not quite believeing that the BEATLES were in the same hotel suite as little old ME! I looked over at Heather, who I could tell was thinking the same thing!

"Well, wha'cha say we start the partaiy?" Pete asked, to which everyone agreed. Everyone, that is, except for John Entwistle...

" 'Ey, why don' we jam?" he asked, looking at everyone.

"Only if Keith teaches me to play drums!" I exclaimed, to which Keith laughed.

"Olright then! You c'mere, and you can sit on me lap, an' I'll show ya!"

"Yeah... 'ere, Jun, 'ave a guitar!" Pete laughed as he handed one of his many guitars to John Lennon.

"Thanks, Pait. Wot, ya di'n't smash this one? 'M proud of ya!" John L. laughed.

" 'E prob'ly shouldn't smash any of 'em. Well, 'e does wot 'e wants! 'Ere, Paul, 'ave a bass. But I want it back, in pristine condition!" John E. told him.

Paul just laughed. "I think I'll be nice to it, don't worry!"

Ringo looked around, as there was only one drumset in the suite, and Keith was busy, *ahem*, TEACHING me how to play...

"Well, you can stomp your feet, and 'ere, roll this 'ere milk bottle."* Pete told him, to which Ringo laughed.

"Okay! Sounds good to me!" Ringo replied, in his thick Liverpudlian accent.

" 'Ey, Pait, 'ave you got anothah guitar in the suite tha' isn't smashed tha' I could use? Or is tha' askin' for too much?" George asked, being as witty as he always was.

Pete scowled a little, but then smiled. "Sure do! An' there's anothah one for me, too."

Roger just stood there, a little tired. He didn't feel like partying tonight, because he had had a long day. But, if they were just going to jam, he guessed he could dig it.

"I'll get me tambourine. Autographed by Davy Jones!"

Everyone looked at him increduously. "Just kidding! Man, you lads don't know 'ow to take a joke!" he laughed. Well, at least he was feeling better.

I pulled away from Keith for a little, because I really DID want to know how to play the drums. "Okay, Keith, will you please show me how to play? I really wanna learn."

"Fine..." he trailed off, giving me another kiss. He put his hands over mine, showing me how to hold the drumsticks, how to put them over the skins, and what each drum was called.

"Moonie, tha's not the way to play!" Ringo laughed. So, the both of us got up, and Ringo sat down. Ringo started to play an erratic rhythm, smashing everything in sight, exactly as Keith always did! I laughed.

"You get back to your milk bottle and stomping, you!" Keith laughed as Ringo got back up and he sat back down. I sat back on his lap.

Heather squeaked, "I have nothing to play!"

"Oh, we'll find you something!" her boyfriend told her, putting his bass around her shoulders. He then stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her and the bass.

Then, we all started to play "In The Hall Of The Mountain King."^

Once the song ended (probably two hours later), everyone cheered! It was really cool. Here I was, with my favorite band, jamming with my other favorite band! It really blew my mind.

"Well, I think everyone deserves brandy!" Keith smiled, returning to his old ways for a bit.

"Nuh-uh!" I scolded.

"Aw, just a lit'le bit, mum, pleeeeeeeeeease?" he pleaded me, giving me the look that always melted me: The Innocent Eyes.

"Weeeeellll, just a LITTLE. That'll be it for you!"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he laughed and kissed me.

I sighed. The night wasn't even half over yet.

*The song "Music Must Change" on the Who album "Who Are You" was in 6/8 time, which Keith had always had trouble in. So, for the percussion, Pete stomped his feet, and rolled a milk bottle at one point!

^A bonus track on "The Who Sell Out" was "In The Hall Of The Mountain King," from "Peter And The Wolf." (It was a totally electric version... VERY COOL!)

~*~Part Thirty~*~ (The night rocks on...)

After we had finished our little jam session, the guys just started individually messing around on their instruments. Convinced that I blatantly sucked at playing the bass, I walk over to Roger who is sitting down by a couple tambourines and a flute case.

"Hey Rog....can I play that thing in that little black box?" I asked in a way making Roger think that I had no idea what it even was.

He laughed. "Sure...I'll put it togethah for you." After he did, he handed it to me. "It's a flute," he informed me with a cheeky grin.

"Is this how you hold it?" I asked, ditzily, as I held it backwards on purpose.

"Um, no!" Roger laughed as he showed me the proper way to hold it.

"Oh..." I said, as if I was amazed by this.

Rog stared at me intently, waiting for me to make a fool out of myself trying to play the flute.

I thought for a moment as I remembered the notes. Seems like only yesterday I played this song, I thought as I jumped into "Gavotte" by George Frideric Handel.

My fingers easily remembered the notes as I practically flew through the song, my notes as crisp and clear as ever. The room had grown silent by now, and everyone was listening to me, although I didn't realize it. I finished the song, and the room filled with clapping.

"Heath!! That was awesome!" Emily shriked. "You'll have to teach me that sometime!!"

Roger sat there, his mouth open, looking dumbfounded.

"Beginner's luck," I said with a wink, as I handed him his flute back.

"Lord, I didn't know you could to tha'!" John E. exclaimed.

"'Eath, that was great!" Paul commented with a smile.

"Thank you," I said as I gave a dramatic bow.

"'Ow..'ow long 'ave you been playin'?" Roger asked, still in a daze.

"Oh...about eight years now," I replied with a smile.

"Jeez...you'll 'ave to give me lessons sometime..." he said seriously.

And so...the night went on...

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It was a good thing Keith kept his promise to Emily about the drinking and all...because if he hadn't meant it, I'm afraid he'd be totally smashed right now. Emily, Keith, Paul, John E., Roger, and I, were the only ones that decided not to get drunk. Sure we all had a lil brandy, but we knew when to stop.

The Beatles decided to stay for the night, which no one objected to.

It was now 3 AM, and Paul, John E., and I, were the only ones awake. Emily and Keith had "gone to bed" about an hour ago, and George had gone to bed in one of the rooms along with Roger. Pete, John L., and Ringo had fallen asleep wherever they were last at.

Pete was on the couch, John L. was in a chair, and poor Ringo was in the bathroom, asleep in the bathtub.

"'Ave you learned 'ow to play the bass yet?" Paul asked me with a grin, knowing full well that John E. hadn't really paid much attention to teaching me how to play the bass....he had, um, taught me something else.... *EG* (I'll just leave it up to your horrid lil imaginations to what that exactly WAS! :)

"Not really...I know a couple chords though..." I replied with a smile.

"Sure...well at least you know 'ow to play tonsil 'ockey," Paul said with a cheeky grin.

John E. laughed. "She was taught by one of the best teachers!"

We talked for a little while longer and eventually went to bed.

Paul crashed in Pete's room and John E. and I went to ours.

John locked the door. "There, now they can't come in and wake us up in the morning."

I giggled. "Well...it is the morning..."

"You know what I mean!" he said with a laugh as he kissed me.

"Yeah..." I sighed.

We climbed into bed and snuggled up next to each other. What a wonderful feeling...so warm...so secure...nothing could go wrong.

~*~Part Thirty-One~*~ (Rog was pretty surprised, eh? ;)

I woke up the next morning, really, really tired. I remembered why... we'd been jamming with The Beatles all night! Though Keith and I had "gone to bed" a little earlier than the others.

"Good mornin', M!" Keith cheerfully exclaimed as he kissed me." 'Ey, you know wot? I 'aven't got a 'angovah!"

"Well, it's because you didn't drink too much! See the benefits?" I told him, and he eagerly nodded and kissed me.

"I don't need anythin' to make me feel 'bettah,' Emily. 'Ve got *you*, now. You... make me 'oo I am. I'm so 'appy tha' yah're gonna be mine... thank 'Eavens."

With that, Keith hugged me tightly, and gave me a series of many more kisses.

"It's so hard to believe... You know, just a week or so ago, I was a lowly little nothing! All I did was... well, nothing! Well, I mean, I was going to college and all, but... nothing mattered, not like it does now! I belong here more so than 2000. Although I will admit, I miss the computers!" I let out a little laugh.

"In my life, I love you more!" Keith sang, quoting from that WONDERFUL Beatles' song.

I smiled. One of my favorite songs. The one that Keith had also done on his solo album, "Two Sides Of The Moon," which wasn't going to be released until 1975.

"You know, that song does kinda ring true for us! I mean, there are all these places and people and everything that I saw in the future, and while I loved them dearly, I *do* love you more," I told him. He nodded seriously.

" 'Ey! We could play tha' at our weddin'!" he cheerfully exclaimed.

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In the next room...

A loud knock sounded on Roger's door. " 'Oo is it?" he asked curiously.

"Cleaning service!!!" came an altogether-too-happy voice through the door.

" 'S ENTIRELY too early!" George grumbled, a bit hungover.

"It's 11 AM, sir!!!" the cheery voice again squeaked.

"Fine. I'll get the lads an' leave. So, uh, thanks for everythin', Rog. 'Ad a great time last night," George said to Roger as he got up, brushed himself off, and left the room, just as the cleaning lady waltzed in.

"GEORGE?! HARRISON?!?! *SQUEALS* Can I have your AUTOGRAPH?!"

"Sure, why not..." George mumbled as he took a piece of paper and a pen from the lady's cart and signed it, perfecting his name pretty well for a drunk guy!

"Thank you!!!!" she squealed again. George nodded, and went to collect the other Beatles.

"Eh, 'ello there," Roger said to the cleaning lady, who he was NOT going to hit on. He'd been hurt entirely too much that week.

"Good morning, sir! Hey... you look familiar... have we met before?" The cleaning lady was obviously falling for Roger.

"No, I don't believe so. Bye."

"Wait! I mean, uh, do you need any of your things before I clean?"

"No, I'll come back latah."

"Oh, poo! Er, yes sir! Goodbye!"

Roger walked out of the room, shaking his head. In the main part of the suite, Pete was snoring on one couch, and Keith and I had moved out to the other, ordering breakfast.

"Yes, tha's five eggs, two scrambled, two sunny-side up, one benedict, and one onion bagel. No, TWO scrambled, TWO sunny-side-up, ONE benedict, NOT a sesame bagel, an ONION bagel... and six... er, make that seven, cappsacoffee. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. Yeah, room 336. Okay. Thank you," Keith hung up the phone.

"*Seven* cups of coffee?" I asked Keith.

"Pete'll need an extra one, seeing the state 'e'll be in when 'e wakes up!"

Rog and I laughed. " 'Ave you seen the cleaning lady? She's ENTIRELY too perky! I mean it! I think she's tryin' to 'it on me, too..." Roger complained.

"Oh, I'm sure you MIND, Roger!" I teased him.

"I've 'ad a BAD week! 'M not ready for a relationship!"

Keith and I rolled our eyes in unison. Roger sighed, shrugged his shoulders, and sat down in the chair that had previously been occupied by John Lennon. Heather and John Entwistle walked in, eyes sparkling. They were in love!

"Pait, wake up! We wanna sit down!" John sleepily yelled at his bandmate.

Pete grumbled something incoherent inbetween snores, and sat up, still dozing.

"Breakfast is served!" a snobby sounding voice came through the door. In walked a waiter, and set down our food.

Keith tipped the waiter a HEFTY tip, the waiter thanked him profusely, and left. We all sat down to eat our breakfast.

"I need coffee..." a half-dead voice mumbled from the couch.

" 'Ere, Pait!" Keith cheerfully delivered some to him.

The cleaning woman walked back out of the room.

"Your room's ready, sir!!" Too happy and cheery for me. The voice sounded VERY familiar.

I spit out my coffee all over John as I started to choke and almost have a heart attack. I screamed, "KATIE?!?!"

~*~Part Thirty-Two~*~ (Look who's coming to breakfast! ;-)

"YOUR SISTER?!!" I yelled, not quite believing it.

"EMILY!! You didn't have to spit out yer coffe all ovah me!!" John yelped.

"I'm sorry!! But--KATIE??!!!" Emily screamed again.

"EM??!! EMMY!!!!!" Katie shouted as she rushed over to give her sister a hug. I helped John wipe off Emily's half-swallowed coffee and he went to change his clothes.

"But--how did you GET HERE??!!" Emily shrieked, ready to have a stroke. Pete and Roger just stared at the two sisters blankly.

"WHA???" Pete yelled, giving them a puzzled look.

"Wha' do you mean 'back in time??'" Roger asked, wide-eyed.

Katie smiled at him. "That's right...I came from the year 2000 back to the 60s! Isn't that odd?"

That's when Roger hit the floor.

"Roger!! Wake up!!" Pete yelled as Katie poured a cup of water on Roger's face.

Roger slowly opened his eyes and saw the face of Katie who was bending over him.

"But gosh yer beautiful..." Roger sighed as he smiled at Katie.

Katie blushed a deep *crimson.* (No one blushes a different color other than crimson, do they? :)

"Thank you..." she said quietly.

Roger then stood up and took Katie by the arm. "What do you say we go and do something together?"

"I'd love to! But I think I should change out of my maid get-up first!" she laughed.

"Here Katie!! I've got some groovy clothes you can wear!!" Emily exclaimed as she ran into her room, dragging Katie along with her.

"Ok, cool!" Katie said as she shut the door.

John came out from our room, changed into some new clothes.

"Oh! That's much better!" I grinned as I marveled (more like *drooled*) at his black leather pants and black shirt.

"Thought you would like it!" John said with a wink as he gave me a kiss.

"WAIT A MINTUE!!!" Pete yelled. "What did that girl mean by being from the year 2000??!!"

"Oh...you found out too? 'Eath, Em, an' Em's sistah are from the year 2000 and they came back in time an' found us. Ain't tha' odd?" John said seriously. He kissed the top of my head. "But it's the truth."

"It sure is," Keith agreed. "Emily told me just the othah day. An' I believer 'er. They wouldn't lie like something like tha'!"

Pete looked at me, John, and Keith as though we were all psycho. "Um...ok...prove that you're from the future!" he commanded to me.

"Well...in 1969 the first man will walk on the moon. You just watch...and, we have cellphones that we can use in the car and we don't use records anymore, we use what are called CD's. That stands for compact discs...um and we have little computers in our houses that connect to the Internet. That's how me and Em and Katie got here somehow...through the computer....it's really complicated and I don't know how to explain it..." I trailed off.

"That's quite olright...I believe you. I don't think you could 'ave come up with such a lie tha' quick!" Pete said with a laugh. "From the year 2000 huh? Wow..."

"Yup!" Emily cheerfully agreed as she and Katie came back out of her room.

"You look wonderful!" Roger said breathlessly as he drooled over the pink dress and black go-go boots that Katie was now wearing.

Katie smiled at him. "Thank you!!"

"Shall we be off?" Roger asked as he took Katie by the hand.

Katie giggled. "Okay! We'll be back later guys!"

"See you later! Take good care of her, Rog! Or you'll have to deal with me!" Emily playfully threatened.

"Oh don't worry! I'll be good to 'er!" Roger promised as they left the room.

"Well, guess he got over me quick!" I exclaimed with a smile.

"And it's all for the bettah. He bettah be over you if 'e knows wha's good for 'im," John teased.

I grinned and said, "I knew he would have a new girlfriend soon! But Em, who ever thought it would be your sister??!!"

Emily laughed and replied, "I know!!! Isn't this amazing?? We're all here!! I just hope we don't have to all go back anytime soon..." she frowned as she hugged Keith tightly.

~*~Part Thirty-Three~*~ (Oooo...is that a hint at what's going to be happening in the near future...hmm? :)

"Aw, don't WORRY, 'un! Nothing can 'appen to us!" Keith told me as he returned the hug.

"Yeah... but..." I continued to frown, always the worry-wart.

"Well, guys, what do you say the five of us go do something together? Like, we go... shopping or something!" Heather cheerfully exclaimed, never passing up an opportunity to buy more 60's clothes.

"Nah... le's... Tour a museum or do something cultural!" Pete suggested.

" 'Oo wants to do somethin' 'cultural' when we can do somethin' FUN?!" Keith looked at Pete like he was crazy.

"I'm wif Keef," John supported his best friend.

"Olright, olright! Well then, Mr. Anti-Cultural, wot do you suggest?" Pete asked, getting *slightly* annoyed. (I was not annoyed! I was merely... upset! Well... er... SHURRUP, YOU! You know me too well! ---Pete)

"Le's go to a FAIR!!" Keith's voice bubbled up like a shaken-up soda.

"What fair?" Heather asked.

"I think I read about a MEDIEVAL fair coming here! C'mon, let's go!!" I cheerfully said.

"Fine by me!" John smiled.

" 'Ey!! THA'S somethin' cultural!" Pete remarked, QUITE annoyed by this time.

"Yeah, but it's FUN!" Keith shot back.

Pete shrugged his shoulders, sighed, and mumbled, "Wot am I evah gonna do wif you, Keef..."

Keith obviously overheard his stage-whisper, and so said, "Not much!"

I laughed. "Well, c'mon guys, let's go!"

"Wait, if they come back and we're not home, they might wonder what happened to us!" Heather pointed out.

"Yeah, le's leave 'em a note!" John added.

"Okay, but let's be a little more descriptive than the one YOU left for me at the hospital, okay Heath?" I warned.

"Okay, okay, okay, jeez! No need to get all worked up!"

"Olright... note's good and done, le's GO!!" Keith shouted as he dragged us all out the door.

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At the fair...

"Wow! Hey John, look! I'm a *Princess*! You must bow down, PEASANT! I AM THE ALMIGHTY PRINCESS GWEN!" Heather exclaimed happily as she tried on one of those TALL hats that princesses used to wear.

"Please, no Monkees..." John sighed as he kissed Heather and smiled.

"Aw... ya ruined my fun!" she told him, but it looked like she wasn't *THAT* upset...

"Oh, yeah, Heath? Well, I am the QUEEN. Mary, Queen of Scots!" I laughed as I tried on a headdress myself.

"Well, at least *I* won't get *beheaded*!" she answered me.

"Ooh... yeah, you're right... well... *PLBBBT!*" I blew a raspberry at her.

Keith tried on a jester's hat. "Nah... 've olready got one at 'ome..." he sighed. Everyone gave him a funny look. "Wot?"

" 'Ey, lookit this thing 'ere!" Pete shouted to us from a few feet away.

"Ah, I see that you are fond of 'Ye Olde Time Machine!' Back then, Wizards thought that people could travel in time, merely by stepping in this machine. You see, you turn the dials to the year you wish to go to, and it 'brings' you there. Isn't that funny? You may try it for 15 pence, each," a worker at the fair told us.

I gasped and looked at Heather. She shrugged, wide-eyed. "Well... want to try it?" she asked quietly.

"Sure! I'm olways in for a new thing!" Keith responded.

"Well... I will too," John volunteered.

"What about you, Pete?" I asked as Heather and I also stepped in. "You coming?"

"Well... if'n it DOES work... I'd bettah be wif you guys!" Pete told us, and stepped in. Luckily, the machine could really only fit five people, but we weren't crowded because PETE'S A TWIG! (I am not! Stop insultin' me! I won't stand for it! ---Pete)

"What year do you guys wanna go to?" the man asked us.

"2000!" Keith shouted and smiled at me.

"2000 it is!" the man replied and cranked the dial. All of a sudden, there was a flash of lightning in the sky.

"Oh no! We're in a METAL machine! We'll be electrocuted!" Pete worried aloud.

"I don't think we'll have *TIME* to be electrocuted..." I meekly replied as I looked out of the small window at the world spinning around us. I tried to push up a little farther to look down, and saw that we were off the ground. Colors flashed everywhere.

"This is jus' like a groovy partaiy I once went to..." Keith trailed off.

"AAAAHHHHH!!!" we all screamed as the pressure pushed down on us.

We landed with a *THUMP!!!* and John creaked open the door slightly.

"Where are we?" he asked with a confused note in his voice.

"Looks like... North Dakota..." Keith shrugged.

"North Dakota?" I asked him. "Looks more like downtown Albany to me..."

"Albany, Georgia?" Pete asked.

"No," I replied. "Albany, New York. In the year 2000..."

~*~Part Thirty-Four~*~ (Heath, here we are! But everyone is with us, so the story rages on! Everyone, that is, except for Roger and Katie... hmm...)

"You mean we're....where you're from?" I asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah...I'm positive..." Emily replied quietly as she looked around her.

"You mean we're actually in th' year 2000?!" John asked excitedly.

Emily nodded.

"WOW!! I wanna see the computer an' junk like tha'!!" Keith exclaimed as he dragged Emily down the sidewalk.

"So this is the year 2000, eh? Where are all th' space ships an' stuff like tha'?" Pete asked sceptically.

I laughed. "Pete! There aren't any spaceships! Well, except for the one that goes into outer space at NASA. But that's in Florida..."

"Oooo...look at that funny car!!" Keith shouted as he pointed to one of the new VW's.

"Yeah, that's a VW...only, it's the more updated one. If you ask me, the classic ones will always be my favorite...but these kinds are much easier to drive! Take it from me! I've driven a 1970 VW before...stick shift and all...it's not easy!" I said with a laugh.

"Oh, I could teach you 'ow to do tha'!" John promised with a wink. "Really. 'S not hard a tall."

We continued walking down the sidewalk, stopping every two minutes when Keith just had to decide to stop and yell "What's that?" at everything we came upon.

We walked along a little further until we eventually came to a park.

"Oh!! The park!" Emily exclaimed as she got the face of an excited little child going to play at the park like it was her first time.

"I'll push you on th' swing!!" Keith volunteered as he and Emily raced to the swingset.

I playfully rolled my eyes at the couple. They sure were perfect for each other.

John and I sat together on a double swing and Pete sat on one of the ends of a see-saw, waiting for someone to get on the other side.

When suddenly, out of nowhere, Keith came bounding over to the see-saw and got on the other side. Emily stood in the middle of it, carefully balancing herself. It was safe to say that she was having the time of her life.

"There's so much to be seen..." John trailed off, lost in his thoughts. I rested my head on his shoulder.

"Well...I love the 60s, I really do. At first I was upset that we left...but now, it's kinda good to be back to my own time. Even if I feel like I don't belong a lot of times," I said with a smile.

"Well it doesn't matter where we go, we'll always be togethah," John promised as he kissed me.

"AWWW you guys!! C'mon!! We've got a lot to do!!" Keith whined as he pulled me and John from the swing.

"Oh really, like what?" I asked, smiling.

Emily answered, "For one thing, we have to figure out where we're staying..."

We all pondered over this when it suddenly occured to us all about the same time. We didn't have ANYTHING. No money, no car, no place to stay, no clothes, no food, no instruments...NOTHING.

I looked at Emily. Emily looked at me. When I suddenly broke out into song, "I'm lookin' for me....lookin' for you....we're lookin' at each other and we don't know what to do!!!"

Emily grinned as she understood but the guys only looked at me blankly.

"Oops...uh...forget I ever said that!" I giggled.

"So...what are we going to do??" Pete asked, getting nervous about this whole idea. Maybe we shouldn't have come back....

"Well...why don't we catch a flight to London? I mean, it won't be the old London, but maybe, just maybe all our stuff is still at the same hotel? We can still see all the new stuff the year 2000 has to offer, only it'll be in our home country!" John suggested, really liking his idea.

"Yeah great...only one problem...we don't 'ave any money..." Pete said gloomily.

"Oh man..." I smacked my forehead. "Do you know how EXPENSIVE flights to ANYWHERE are these days much less to LONDON??"

Emily smacked her forehead. "It'll be well over 5,000 dollars for all of us!!!"

We stood there. In the middle of New York state, without any ideas.

"Wait! I got it! Why don't we work on the airplane?? That way, we can get there for free!" Keith suggested with a big grin, proud of his idea.

"You know...it just might work..." Emily agreed, thinking about this.

"Well, le's go!!" John said as we found a taxi and headed for the nearest airport.

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Believe it or not...it WORKED. Emily and I worked as stewardesses passing out food and getting things that passengers needed. The guys worked in the "kitchen" and helped do the same thing we did. After all, the plane we were on was all first class and had a lot of people to feed!! So the airlines were glad we were willing to help out for free. Of course, we got to London for free, so everyone was pleased!

We landed in the London Airport just like we had not too long ago in the 60s....only this time, we were in the year 2000. The guys wouldn't shut up about how different London seemed, but yet, it had somehow stayed the same.

We found the same hotel we had stayed in and went right up to the same room we had previously been in. The key John had still worked, and the room was left in the same exact condition it had been when we left. It looked like no one had even left at all!! Everything was there where we left it. It was truly amazing...

"Wow...now that everything' ok now, what do you say we start planning our wedding?!" Keith asked Emily happily as he sat down on the couch with her. "I've never imagined I'd be having a wedding in the year 2000!!"

Emily smiled. "Yes! Isn't this wonderful!?" she exclaimed as she hugged Keith with all her might.

I watched Emily and Keith as they discussed what they wanted and didn't want at their wedding. John had gone to town for a while to get some things for us.

Wow... I thought. Emily's so lucky...Keith really does love her. And they're even getting married! I don't even think John's ever told me he loves me yet...although he acts like he does, he's never told me... I thought about this for a while, but then decided not to think about it. No use in worrying about something that was so obvious! I told myself.

By this time, Emily and Keith had their wedding pretty much all planned out. It didn't take long!

And just then, John came walking through the door with various bags in his hands.

~*~Part Thirty-Five~*~ (Wow..so, now we're in London again, but, we're in Y2K now!)

"Ooh, wot did you BUY?" Keith asked excitedly, leaping up to rummage through the bags.

"Nuffin'. Now go 'way! I'LL unpack," John told him, pushing his way around the extremely hyperactive drummer.

"But wot 'f you need 'ELP?" Keith queried, bouncing up once again.

"Then I'll get Pait to 'elp me. Now DOWN!"

Keith got the sad little-lost-puppy-dog-look in his eyes. "Aww..."

"Hey, c'mere Keith! We still have to decide WHO *hint* *hint* will be playing at our wedding!" I exclaimed, dragging him back down with me.

"Hmm... ya think the Budapest String Quartet'd be any good?" he laughed.

I don't think he realized what he'd just said, really, because Heather freaked out.

"THE BUDAPEST STRING QUARTET?! YOU *SAW* that episode?!!" she screamed and hugged Keith.

"OFF! MINE!!!" I yelled at her. "You stay with the bassist named Boris!"

"Why does everyone call me that?" John asked unhappily. "It was ONE SONG!! No one calls Pait the porno-freak from 'Pics of Lily,' or the cross-dressing boy from 'I'm A Boy,' an' yet, I'm always called BORIS!"

"Huh?" Pete asked, previously oblivious to the situation.

John threw his hands up in the air and sauntered off to his room, Heather trailing after him.

"OOH! 'E LEFT THE BAGS!" Keith yelped happily as he started to dig around in them. "*GASP*..."

"What is it, Keith?" I asked, and turned to see a little black box.

"Shhh!!" Pete commanded. "Put it back! 'E probably doesn't want us to know, so pretend you never found it!"

Keith gulped and complied. "That'll make two couples..."

"KNOCK THREE TIMES on the ceiling if you WAAANNNNT MEEEEE!!!" a loud voice sounded from outside the door.

"HUH?!?! That sounds like KATIE! But it CAN'T be!" I shuddered.

Pete walked over to the door, quite frightened, and opened it up.

A sound that could only be identified as Roger's glorious laugh rung through the room.

Two people that could only be identified as Roger and Katie swung through. "Hey!! It worked! We're in the same place, and you guys are here too!" Katie laughed.

"HUH?!?!" I asked again, EXTREMELY confused by this time.

"Well, you guys left the note saying tha' you went to the Medieval Fair, so we went to try and catch up wif you. When we found 'Ye Olde Time Machine' all crispy-critter like, an' the man said tha' five people fittin' your descriptions disappeared from it, we figured we bettah 'ave a look-see!" Roger explained, hugging Katie.

"But... the lightning got us here..." I stuttered.

Katie's infectious laugh started up. "Oh, that! Well, we asked the guy running the blacksmith shop to toss something hot on the machine, and it worked! And we ended up in London too!"

Heather and John walked out of their room, a *LITTLE* surprised to see Katie and Roger so soon.

The two explained everything again, and now everyone understood.

"Well, I'm so 'appy that we're all back togethah!" Keith shouted as he pulled everyone together for a group-hug.

As we did, my hand brushed against Katie's left hand. "Katie? You never wear rings," I remarked, and looked down at a shining gold band.

"No! You DIDN'T!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah, well, we went to see this Judge man, he was really nice, and now I'm Mrs. Daltrey!" Katie exclaimed with a smile.

"You just met him THIS MORNING!" I continued to near a heart attack.

"Yeah, but when you know 's right, 's just *right*!" Roger smiled, kissing Katie.

It was then that I fainted dead away.

~*~Part Thirty-Six~*~ (Dum, dum, da-dum... Dum, dum, da-dum!)

Ever being the one to take action, I got a glass of *freezing* cold water and stood ready to pour it on Emily's face.

"Wait a minute! Let me help!" John exclaimed as he placed his hand over mine on the glass. "To get 'er back for callin' me Boris!" he laughed.

I smiled. "On three--one, two, three!!"

And with that, we emptied the entire glass of water on Emily's face.

She yelped and jumped up. "What are ya tryin' to do? Freeze me to death?!"

Everyone laughed.

"Oh no, they wouldn't do tha' to my precious Emily!" Keith said with a grin.

"How many times does that make it? How many times have you fainted?" I asked cheekily.

"Hmmm...I don't know, and I'm too lazy to go back and re-read the story," Emily replied. "Anyways...where was I...oh yes--YOU GOT MARRIED TO ROGER???!!" Emily yelled at her sister, to which she nodded.

"That's right! Isn't it great?!"

Emily smacked her forehead. "Jeez...what next..."

And as if on cue, John walked over to one of the bags he had brought in and pulled out a little black box.

Pete, Keith, and Emily smiled at each other, knowing what was going to happen next.

It was then that John walked back over to me, knealt down on one knee, and took my hand. My heart must have been beating a million times a second, and I'm sure everyone could hear it.

He looked into my eyes as he slid the diamond ring on my finger. "'Eather, I love you more than anything in the world...I would be honored if you would become my wife."

I stood there, overwhelmed by emotions, and I started to cry, nearly forgetting to answer him. "Y-yes!! Of course!!!"

Everyone cheered and clapped as we kissed each other.

"Oh Heather!!! Isn't this great?! We can have a double wedding!!!" Emily exclaimed with glee.

But I didn't seem to hear her...John and I were still kissing each other.

Everyone stood there watching us. "*AHMM*..." Keith cleared his throat.

"OH NO!! FIRE!!" Roger yelled, trying to get our attention. Didn't work.

"AHH!! A HURRICANE!!!" Pete screached, trying the same approach. Not a response.

"Look--a spider..." Emily mumbled.

"Huh? Did you guys say something?" John asked, looking up at everyone.

Everyone busted out laughing. John and I looked at each other with perplexed expressions, and then up at everyone else again.

"Oh, no! You didn't miss a thing!!" Emily cheerfully chimed in.

"You know, we now have three couples!" Keith commented, as he hugged Emily.

Pete rolled his eyes. "Oh, very perceptive..." he mumbled sarcastically as he frowned and sat down in a chair.

I looked over at him, and noticed how depressed he seemed all of a sudden.

Emily seemed to notice the same thing. And we both knew why. He was the only one without someone to call his own. I looked over at Emily who nodded back at me, signaling that we would decide what to do about him later.

"Well, guys! What do you say we go out an' celebrate?!" Roger asked happily, looking at person to person, seeing what their responses would be.

Katie piped up. "That's a great idea!! Any ideas of where we should go?"

~*~Part Thirty-Seven~*~ (*Sighhh...*)

"Well, what do you say we go to Micky's Cafe?" I suggested with a grin.

"Sounds good to me, M! But, everything you do sounds good to me," Keith remarked as he kissed me. I smiled. Pete kind of sat there, feeling dejected.

"Sure, why not. Can't be too bad," Pete sighed.

"Cheer up!" Katie exclaimed, as she pulled Roger into a hug and kissed him. Needless to say, that didn't really make Pete feel any better.

"Yeah, sure... I'm sure..." he trailed off again, poor soul.

"You need a hug!" I told him, and wrapped him up in one of my warmest ones. He seemed a bit surprised at first, but returned it just as fully, not quite over the crush he had on me.

"Thanks," he smiled a little sad smile.

"Well, le's get goin' shall we? Aftah all, we 'ave some serious CELEBRATIN' to do!" Roger cheered.

Everyone followed him happily out the door, except for Pete, who kind of skulked behind.

Everyone piled into a huge van that we had rented. Roger, Katie, and Pete were up front, and Keith, John, Heather, and I were all sandwiched together in the back.

Keith glanced through the window, always keeping his arms around my waist, almost protectively! John glanced out the other window, occasionally playing with Heather's hair. Heather and I were talking *very* quietly about what we should do with Pete, the poor tortured soul.

"So..." she whispered, glancing up front for a second, where he sat, depressed-looking.

"Well... I've run out of sisters!" I laughed, trying to make a bit of a joke out of it.

"There's no way he's getting *MY* sister!!" Heather commanded, being absolutely serious.

"Okay, okay! Jeez! But, well... he needs *someone*. And now that we're back in 2000, we should know some people!" I said happily.

"WAIT!!" John yelped, interrupting our train of thought. "We're in 2000! Won't everybody recognize us??"

"No, I shouldn't think so, guys. We came to the future before you had a chance to get popular, really..."

"Pooey," John pouted. Heather swooned.

"YOU LOOK SO SEXY WHEN YOU POUT LIKE THAT!!" she exclaimed, and kissed him.

I just roooooollllllllled my eyes.

Keith got an idea, and then also tried a pout.

"YOU LOOK SO ADORABLE WHEN YOU POUT LIKE THAT!!" I exclaimed, and kissed him. Then we just laughed.

"C'mon, you four, stop it! 'S *VERY* distracting to the drivah!" Roger commented cheekily.

Pete mumbled something incoherent but I'm sure it was bitter.

Finally we arrived at Micky's Cafe.

"Hey, I like the looks of this place!" I said with approval as we scoped it out.

"Yeah, yeah, me too, le's EAT," Pete murmured.

We all ordered our very lovely dinners using the money that we had left and found in the hotel suite. "An' a big bot'le o' champagne," Roger added, looking around at the table to see if there were any disagreements.

Sure enough, when the champagne came, Keith only drank enough to settle his thirst, not get him drunk. I kissed him. "I'm so proud of you! I didn't even have to tell you how much to drink."

He grinned, and pulled me closer for another kiss. Roger smiled at us.

"Ah, young love!" he commented, to which Katie gave him a little kiss.

"We're an 'old married couple,' huh Rogie?" she asked, and he smiled.

"Sure are!"

Heather giggled. "The bubbles tickle my nose!"

"I'm sure I can find a way to fix tha'..." John trailed off as he kissed her.

Pete, however was tending to the bottle pretty well, probably drinking the most. "An' then the 'ole world goes off an' gets married, leavin' me be'ind. 'S the way it olways is, ya know. Nuffin'll evah work out for me. 'M just the bloke wif the big nose. No need to be luffed. So long's I got me bottle an' me nose, I'll be olright..." he trailed off, almost breaking down.

"Pete!" I yelled at him, and his head snapped up in attention. "Don't talk to yourself like that! You *KNOW* that you're a great deal for ANYONE! You're so talented, and you're quite cute for 'a dude with a big nose,' if I do say so myself!"

"Yeah. Right. Tha's why whenevah I 'ave a chick, she olways leaves me for someone bettah lookin'. An' since 's 2000, gahls are more critical, an' I'll NEVAH get a gahl. I wanna go back to 67!" he wailed, holding back his tears. His drunkeness had made him even more emotional than usual.

I squirmed in my seat, and looked at Heather. She frowned.

"Time to go!" annnounced Katie cheerfully once we had finished.

Now we were back in the van.

"Well..." Keith began, "...maybe we could go back to 1967, 'f Emmy, 'Eath, an' Katie remember 'ow..."

"Sure I do," I told him, thinking. "I just have to push enter, shift, and delete."

"Well," Heather swallowed hard, "let's find a computer."

"Not until 'Eath an' I get married!" John announced.

"Actually, it'd be better to get married in the '60's. It'd be cheaper," I told him.

"Well... okay. So... to a computer..." Roger trailed off.

~*~Part Thirty-Eight~*~ (Well, Pete needs someone...)

Roger drove until we reached the big business side of town.

"Look, over there!" Emily said, pointing over to a Radio Shack. "They should have plenty of computers to choose from!"

"Right! Let's get going!" I announced as we all jumped from the van.

We walked inside and a man working there came up to us. "Hello there! What can I interest you in today?"

"Um, well, actually, we're looking for a computer," I replied.

"Oh! We have a big selection of computers over here! I'll let you look around a bit," the business man then walked off.

"Look! This is the same kind of computer I had when I got transported the first time!" Emily exclaimed as we all walked over to where she was standing.

"Well then, I guess tha's our best bet?" Keith asked, squeezing Emily's hand.

"Le's get it ovah wif..." Pete mumbled.

"Ok...everyone hang on...here we go!" Emily shouted as she pressed enter, shift, and delete all at the same time.

All of a sudden, colors and wind swirled around us, and a brillant flash of lightning came crashing down.

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I opened my eyes. "Did we make it? Or are we all dead??"

John put his arm around my waist. "I'm 'ere. But where is everyone else?"

We looked around us and walked forward.

"OWW! Hey--watch it!" Katie yelped. I had walked right into her.

"Oops!! Sorry!" I appoligized as Roger appeared from behind her.

"Hello?" a voice rang out. It was Emily, with Keith next to her.

"There you are! But where's Pete?" I asked, noticing he wasn't with them.

Then, everything became clear and normal again. We were back. London, England, 1967.

"Isn't tha' 'im ovah there?" Roger asked, pointing over to a malt shop.

"Yeah! It is!" Keith confirmed as we made our way over.

We walked inside and saw that Pete was talking to some girl.

"Pete! We all made it!" Keith yelled hyperactively at the "busy" Pete.

"Yeah...yeah...wotevah..." Pete mumbled as he waved his hand at Keith, telling him to go away.

"Aren't you goin' to introduce us to your new friend there?" Keith asked with a cheeky grin.

Pete gave an annoyed sigh. "This is Sally. Sally, this is Keif, Rogah, John, 'Eathah, Emily, and Katie."

I looked at the girl he was talking to for the first time. I nearly had to stiffle a giggle. The girl had big ears!! But other than that....

"Hi! Nice ta meet ya!" Keith said politely with a smile.

Emily had noticed the same thing I had. She turned to me and gave me a goofy grin.

I nearly laughed right then and there.

"'Ello. 'S nice to meet you all. I was just talkin' to Pete 'ere. I work 'ere by the way, as a waitress. Tha's why I'm wearnin' this apron!" she explained with a giggle.

I managed a smile. Well...she's...odd, but seems just right for Pete! I thought.

I knew Emily was thinking the same thing from the expression on her face.

"Well, since it's time for you to get off, wot do you say we go out an' 'ave some fun?" Pete asked non-chelantly.

"That'd be great!" Sally exclaimed, taking her apron off.

"We're gonna go out for a while. Don't wait up for me," Pete said to us as he and Sally walked out of the malt shop hand-in-hand.

It was then that I let my laughter explode. Everyone else had been holding it in too.

"Now wait...we shouldn't be laughing...even though...her ears are a little large...well, they're perfect for each other!!" I laughed again.

"I guess our work here is done!" Emily announced with a smile.

"Well...wot you say we go an' get wot we need for our wedding?" Keith asked with a silly grin.

Emily's eyes lit up. "That's a good idea!! John, Heather?"

I nodded in agreement.

"Sounds like a plan!" John said.

"I get to be the brides' maid!!" Katie sang out.

"'An I'm the best man!! Naturally..." Roger added with a sly smile.

Katie gave him a quick kiss. "Yup...I guess I'd have to agree with that!"

"Well, let's get goin' then! We've got a lot to do!" I commanded, as we left the malt shop and started my and Emily's wedding shopping.

~*~Part Thirty-Nine~*~ (Woo hoo!! We're gettin' our stuff for our wedding!!!)

"Okay... whacha say Heather, Katie, and I go to the brides' side of the store, and John, Keith, and Roger go to the other side of the store, eh? 'Cos you boys ain't supposed to be seeing our wedding gowns until the actual wedding!" I remarked as we were leaving.

Keith sighed. "I don' know if I can bear to stay away from you fer tha' long!" He gave me a quick kiss.

"Paaahhhllleeeese, Keith..." Katie smiled, elbowing him a little in the ribs. "I think, as Mrs. Daltrey, that you SHOULDN'T see the gowns 'til the weddin'!"

Roger smirked. "Well then, le's go, shall we?"

So, we split up, each of us striding to the opposite ends of "Mimi's Wedding Shop."

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"Ooh, Heather, look at this DRESS!!" I squealed. "*sigh* Isn't it lovely..."

Heather smiled at me. "Yeah, that *is* a nice one! But, I like this one, here."

"I like this one!" Katie exclaimed as she emerged from the dressing room.

"Huh??" Heather and I asked in unison.

"Katie, hun, you're already married..." I trailed off.

She pouted. "I never *HAD* a REAL wedding dress... what harm is it to try one on?"

"Ooh, sorry..." I apologized. She quickly regained her smile.

"It's alright!" she happily squeaked. "I'm gonna go show Rogie!"

"You do that, then..." Heather trailed off.

"But make sure you come back here and find a brides' maid gown!" I warned.

"Okay, *Mommy*..." Katie smiled sweetly and then skipped off in pursuit of Mr. Daltrey.

Once she was gone, Heather turned to me and asked, "She's *older* than you?"

"Yep. Hard to believe, ain't it."

We both burst out into these huge grins as we sang together, "It's hard to believe... that you could ever doubt me!!!" We doubled over in laughter.

"And you thought I didn't know the Monkees!" I chided with a laugh.

"Well ya didn't 'til ya met me!" she smiled back.

"Well... anyhow... I'm gonna get this dress," I decided.

"Ooh, nice subject change! But yeah, and I think I'm going to get this one," Heather replied.

Katie, you guessed it, skipped back. "The guys look so *handsome* in their tuxes... it does wonders for Rogie... *SIGH*!"

"Yeah!" I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"So, you guys gonna get those two gowns? I found a purple one that's really pretty, and I think I'll get that," she told us.

"Well, that's great! Let's go give them to 'Mimi' for our measurements, eh?" Heather suggested.

We all walked over to the desk.

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"Oh, you ladies look so *beautiful*... are zees your seleczions?" Mimi asked us, in her thick French accent.

"Yes," Heather simply replied.

"Vonderful!" Mimi exclaimed, and proceeded to measure Katie for her brides' maid dress.

"Ah, yes... I zhall only have to make a few alterazions!"

She then took my and Heather's measurements. "Ah... I zhall only have to do VERRRY few alterazions for all thrrree of you! Jacques eez doing ze men's measurrements, zo we zhall have zem done by Wednezday, alrigh'?"

I nodded. "That'll be fine."

"Good luck on your weddings! Zee you Wednezday!"

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We met the guys in front of the store.

"EMMY!" Keith exclaimed as he ran and gave me a huge hug and kiss. "I thought I'd nevah make it outta there ALIVE!" he giggled.

John, being Mr. Practical, said, "Yeah... Pait's gotta go an' get 'is done latah, yah know..."

Heather smacked her forehead. [Gee... how many times do people smack their foreheads in this story man?! A LOT! ~*M*~] "Yeah... shouldn't we invite Sally, too? Seeing as how she's Pete's one and only."

"Now what makes you say that?' Katie asked, clinging to Roger for no apparent reason. "I mean, Rogie thought you were his one and only, but then *I* came along!"

"Yeah, an' you're the only one for me, forevah," Roger told her as they kissed and I nearly threw up from the sappiness of his statement.

"Well... you know... it's PETE here... and SALLY... but, uh, they seem not only like a good match, they seem happy together," Heather finished.

"So happy together... If I should call you up, invest a dime..." I sang softly, from "Happy Together" by the Turtles, a song that I ADORED.

"Well, le's go back to the 'otel," John decided for all of us. " 'Opefully Pait'll come 'ome some time tonight!"

"And we all have to finish our wedding plans and write invitations..." Heather trailed off.

"OOH! Can we get *DONOVAN* to play at our wedding?!" I asked excitedly.

"Tha' bleedin' 'IPPY?! NO WAY!" Keith exclaimed.

"Fine," I pouted.

"Aw, c'mun, we'll invite 'im for your sake," he then told me, kissing to apologize.

"Well, le's GO already!" John said, getting a *TAD* impatient.

~*~Part Forty~*~ (Wow... dude... FORTY... part forty-one will have to go on a new page, this page is too long already!)

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