A/N:  I thought I would have a little fun with Abigail so this is a bit of fluff and filler.     With the boys POV's I have put J, P, R or G along the way, I just didn't want to slow the passage down and we all know who J, P, R and G are don't we!                                                              
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  Abigail's Mad Day Out before the actual Mad Day Out  

The whole month was not 'off' ; for the boy's had numerous appearances on the telly.

Think Ready, Steady, Go and Top of the Pops, a Thank Your Lucky Stars Special, radio taping's at the BBC for Top Gear and Saturday Club.

John even fitted in a segment for that cute Dudley Moore on his new show Not Only.... But Also, which he has to go back again for another taping on the 29th it was really good though because they were using Johns Book, 'In His Own Write', for all the sketches he was in!

November 1964 was, to me, a month of firsts. First pregnancy, first miscarriage. First trip to Swindon. First car accident (much to Paul's surprise- cheeky bugger). First trip, no not to Plymouth- just to the stars and back.

Let me explain.

It was just another day much like the ones before. I was left alone to my own devices, the boys working, taping in London town proper, it was closing in on December and the wind had been cold, winter was about to descend.

But today..... a reprieve, glorious sunny skies and warmth, the warmest day in forever.

Now I'm an innocent I know that, I make no apologies. I am often teased and treated softly for it.

The boys, all of them, would oft have sessions, you know sessions- drinks, cards, guitars, pot.

Piled in the music room with the doors shut and me far away, Pattie often enlisted to offer shopping trips occurred, before the accident.

Now they were more open, they had to be, I was banged up and couldn't walk, nor go to the shops. Cavendish Rd was close to the studio so best suited to the purpose of group bonding activities.

I would watch their comings and goings, the freedom the smoke seemed to bring, and try as I might, wanted to just be part of their lives good or bad but painkillers and pot wasn't the best mix apparently.

Incidentally, I haven't been to the shops in ages, now I just sit watching Paul and John put four dozen eggs in the fridge because they think they'll use them all in half a week, my question usually ends up being -where's the milk 'oh forgot that' Oh lord pull your hair out stuff!

Anyway....

Yesterday.....  I found 'the stash'.

I wasn't snooping, scouts honour (remember you actually have to be a scout to use this honour code, oops)

Paul had a little wooden elephant on the mantle I thought it would be heavier, it looked it, it wasn't.

Hollow as a log catering to a family of 5 beavers. 

Hollow but not empty.

No, no, no. Five special little rolls of their best lay waiting for someone to enjoy.

So today I didn't take my 7a.m. medicine nor my 11.30 dose, all in preparation. The pain wasn't so bad these days so no harm done.

I'd inhaled on a few cigarettes in secret. The boys left them on edges of ashtrays while they went for a lav break or kitchen for tea and I quickly had a go, coughed mostly and if they came back from the other room too soon, I would be patted gently on the back for my bad cold and asked if I was ok.

I 'm quite capable now.

I was just going to hide them, honest to god, big joke, letting the rolls of happiness be found somewhere odd. But after a particularly intense session of merciless teasing last night about how green and innocent I was, I decided no- that's it. I'm sick of being the butt of their jokes (pun intended) I would kick this off my 'to do' list, today.

I knew they'd be home not long into the experiment and made sure the front door was locked.

Settling down in the living room I got to it. The first joint (I think George called it that once) was ok, nothing really happened, it was a bit of a letdown actually.

Near the end of the second, I started hearing music and bells and stuff so played with them on the piano and used the tape machine. And I was so hot! The sun was glorious and the warmth radiated through me. I decided suddenly to disclothe. It was so hot. Did I said that say? Hmm Hot.

I don't condone this by the way but it was a scientific experiment. Top Secret, M16 level stuff. 007.

It was so hot.

Ok, the living room was now very small and a sauna, like the ones in Sweden or Pooland oops Poland.

And I drank a bottle of milk sitting the glass bottle very, very carefully on the floor in the foy room just inside the front thing that opens, oh the door thingy, I mean. Just in case the boys missed that we were out of milk. 

Did I mention it was hot?

This third joint was a little bit tiny weeny bit slower to finish bite bit but because teeny it kept on moving bit. First it was on my picture of John, then it was naughty and burnt a hole in Paul's nose and then it burnt my wrist. Ouch!

The sun was dappled and the few leaves that were left swung from the tree above me like monkeys. I was half way through naming them really cute baby names when silly Paulie kicked the bottle and swore really awfully loudly and I had to giggle 'cause he sounded like a trumpet. 

Ooh, I baked a cake too, I think, maybe, yes, no, I don't know. 

Maybe?????...

"Abigail!" My Prince Charming Johnny calls and I stand then topple over the telephone, it didn't work in the garden for some reason, then I went back to checking on my cute bright greeny greenery green leaves.

"Boys!! Come joint me!" I called super-duper really loudly.

Boys POV

"Why did Abbs leave the milk bottle on the floor?" P

"Maybe we're out of milk" J

"Umm look" P

The living room was decorated in toilet paper with smiley faces on heaps of sheets.

"She's lost it" J

"Stop with the losing it would you, she has had a tough month" P

"Can you not see the elephant, Paul"

"Oh..... that's not good" P

George and Ringo walked in.

"Bloody hell Paul don't you clean house" G

"The elephants empty" John whispered, continuing the search.

"Is that a euphemism for something untoward?" R

"The fucking joints are gone" J

"But you said-" G

"I know what I said George. 'Come over for an afternoon kicking back' But the joints have been discovered" P

"Those bloody dirty bastard cops" G

"Boys!! Come join sit wit me!"

"Was that-" P

"Yea" J

"What does Abigail want us to join her doing?" R

"Probably burning all Johns shirts knowing his ways" George smirked at his witty retort.

John glared as Paul wandered off toward the semi- destroyed kitchen, the other three lads bickering as they caught up with him.

"Have you two not figured it out yet. The joints are gone, the house is in a right state" John growled.

"Those dirty cops have upended the house and arrested poor sweet Miss Abigail" George lamented.

"No, you nincompoop! Abby has the joints ....." Paul turned towards the door

"And by the looks.... she has been smoking them" J

"Holy scrambled eggs" Richard exclaimed. Paul and John nodded thinking Ringo was talking about Abby but he was only exclaiming about the ovens contents.

The 'cake' was baking, one and a half dozen eggs could be seen sitting in a cake tin at 190. The timer set for two hours.

"You don't scramble eggs in the oven Richard, everybody knows that" George stated matter-of-factly.

"Well that's the weirdest cake I've ever laid eyes on" Richie leaned over to look through the glass door, then straightened. Straightening his lop sided tie as he did so.

George started looking in the fridge for sustenance.

"George, not now!" Richie scolded.

"Right. You two stay here and clean up that lot" P

"But I want to see a stoned Abigail" Ringo pouted.

Paul and John pointed at the sink and the 20 glasses that sat in it with a cracked egg in each one, shell also in the oven.

John couldn't help it... he had to laugh just the thought had him dying with curiosity.

"Stop laughing!" P said holding back a grin. "This could get ugly"

"I'll tell her you called her ugly mate" J

The two boys stepped out on the patio, flowers from the garden spread around the pavers with roots attached. George followed them out.

"Bloody hell" George grinned "She's like a tornado"

"Wash up!!" Paul and John cried pushing both Ringo and George back through the door.

She wasn't under the oak tree which was her favourite spot in the whole backyard; a teddy bear was sat with it's head in a pail of water though. John pulled it out.

"It can't be saved" John tossed the bear over his shoulder "This is like hide and seek only funnier,  have to try it next time we're stoned"

The clothes line had a set of clothes hung erratically all over it. Paul thought Abigail wore those particular items this morning at breakfast because he recalled one of them was his favourite, the pink cashmere turtle neck she wears. He pointed to the line and cringed slightly, John stepped in front just in case he had to protect her honour.

"It's sooooooo hot isn't it boys! Like a humungous furnace in a fryer in a moderate to hot oven on the sun"

Round the back, past the woodpile, John nearly missed her.

"Abigail Grant! What on earth are you doing?!"

She was under a hedge looking at the leaves, she fit there snugly.

Johns favourite of Abigail's intimates, a set of lacey lavender underwear was still on her body, but she was wet from the hose that lay beside her in the dirt which made the lace almost see through, the scene was completed with mud smeared over her cheeks, arms, buttocks and thighs, well almost everywhere they could see some lean skin.

She smiled dreamily, and went to roll out but her foot must have caught on a branch and she yelped.

"I'm watering the oak tree, the leaves looked so sad and it's soooo hot" Abigail pouted then held a hand out for John to grasp her. 

The telephone was by the LP which had a hole in Paul's face, Johns photograph in the frame was lying face down in the mud.

"Oh dear, this reminds me of the time I made mud pies with Milly Caulwell in Liddypool, what a ripper she was" Ringo chimed. Paul elbowed Richie hard.

"That's not the oak tree, Miss Abigail" George wandered up beside Paul who intently watched the mud caked girl wrap around John like a serpent.

"George, close your bloody eyes" John pleaded "All of you, close your bloody eyes, will ya"

"Why?" G "She's just a girl, got all the usually jiggly bits, then some"

"Harrison!!" John swung his arm wildly behind himself as Abigail crawled up his torso, one leg wrapped at his waist.

"Oh, Johnny don't I look pretty, these are your favourite bra and panties set, see" She posed as she held his arm to stop slipping and falling. "Paul, I look pretty, don't I?" She pouted and no one thought she didn't look pretty, not one.

"I need a terribly big glass of really, really cold water" R

"The hose is over there under the oak tree, Richie huny buny" Abigail offered.

"That's a hedge, love" R

"Would you two go home!" J

"And miss all this, not bloody likely" George retorted sitting on the wood pile.

"Take her to the shower, John" Pauls voice was cracking from trying not to laugh at the their not so innocent girl. She might be happy now but a bad word and she'll be down lower than low "Abby, how many?"

John walked past holding Abigail Grant by her thighs as she kissed him silly "twenty-three sweetie"

"Twenty-three joints!?"

"No eggs in the cake silly" she blew him a kiss as John rounded the corner.

"Look" George elbowed Richie.

Twenty-three leaves sat in a circle, the centre had a dish of milk with two joints floating in it, milk sloshed all over.

Ringo burst into tears.

"Don't cry over the joints" G

"It's not that, it's all the milk, I wanted a cup of tea and it's gone, all goneee" R

George picked up the bowl with joints and milk "Don't cry of spilt milk, mate. Here ya go, strain that lot".

*****************

The shower was set to warm and John wondered how to approach getting, the now, very frisky girl under the water, he ended up stepping in with her, fully clothed.

She deflated like a balloon with a small hole, graduating from friskiness to sobbing into Johns chest then fretting over the cake, then giggling about the elephant, mused over the leaves and finally held him like there was no tomorrows.

"Don't tell Johnny" She whispered.

"Don't tell him what?" Truth would surely tumble from the lips she used to kiss his neck as they clung together in the shower.

"That I love him and I was naughty"

"I'm sure he knows"

No, he doesn't, he thinks I like Paulie" She pounded his chest and he frowned at the way he had made her feel. "I do like Paulie but Johns Bill John and he loves me I'm sure of it, even if he is a gigantic pain in the bum"

"What did you do naughty Abigail?"

"Shushhhhh, you're very nice helping me in the shower but you're all wet. Can I help you with your clothes?"

Fingers fumbled but she was tedious, her face covered in determination from the task. She was so engrossed she hadn't noticed the water was now turned off.

The shirt was dragged free and fingernails grazed as she followed his shirt leaving his body, sweeping curious careless fingers downwards towards the zip of his trousers. She was a deathly mix of innocence and bad all at the same time, John felt he would surely explode from her touch.

"Abigail"

"hmmmm?"

'Did you take your medicine today?" The thought had crossed his mind earlier and only now did John remember to enquire.

"Oh no I would be in so much trouble with the boys, they always tell me it's bad to mix things"

"That's right, can you remember if you had your breakfast medicine"

"NO. I. DIDN'T. now stop moaning at me, you're a gigantic pain in the bum like John" She tore his trousers down like a mad person. Then he was frightened of who she thought he was. If she said fucking Mike Jagger he'd likely punch a hole in the wall.

She was like a soft blanket warm and so smooth against his skin but he knew he shouldn't, not while she wasn't all here. But it was hard, and her fingers, that curled just so, were making it even harder for him to not give up on being a gentleman and take advantage of her delicate state. Lord I need a knighthood he thought as he groaned over her neck.

"Abigail"

Abigail was lost, tracing a path around his nipple and back down to his-

"Abigail!"

"Yes, mister pain in the bum?"

"Who am I?"

She stared like he was her moon and stars and the bright lights of New Year's Eve fireworks. She was almost back, he could see a more sober Abby now and she was right here, her heart to his.

Whispers like lyrics of his favourite song fell over him "Bill, always Bill"

She fell asleep as he helped her dress and after he positioned her on the bed he wrapped a comforter around her like a cocoon, leaving her to dreams, door open in case a nightmare turned up instead.

"Is she ok?" Paul stood at the bottom of the stairs hands in pockets "You were a while"

As John reached the bottom step he thought over the minutes in the shower and looked back up the stairs with a thoughtful face. "She's sound asleep"

"Clean her up?"

"Yea. I'm Bill not John" John walked off to the kitchen, Paul wandering after.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I better get my shit together and not stuff Abigail around anymore"

The wake up...

Paul was home, John was here which was a given seeing as he was like a termite invading all the walls, Richard tried to leave but George offered go fetch the milk so he stayed back too.

George took off and was back fifteen minutes later with milk and an assortment of munchies for when Abigail awoke. Not for Abigail though but for him, the snacks to get him through the pre-entertainment to get to the main feature being:

Abigail After The Pot.

The milk coated joints had been baked dry in the oven after the egg cake was retrieved and the boys imbibed a little to wile away the hours. George reluctantly offering up his spares that he had secreted in his jacket pocket.

But they had all decided it best not to tease her, like a puzzle she would remember bits and pieces herself and that would be hard enough on her, as she was usually such a good and proper girl.

She slept four hours and from the noise she made upstairs she didn't wake in a good mood.

Various doors slammed making them wince, she sounded like a real elephant as she stomped and her growls made the boys just a little worried for their safety.

But the girl that descended the stairs was an angel, the dress, the singular shoe (her injured foot didn't allow for the other), her hair. Abigail was perfection, her fingers trailing the banister as she made her way down gingerly, then she stumbled on the bottom step.

Four worried faces looked upon her as she tided her dress around her legs as she sat.

She daren't look up, so worried they would just laugh and tease.

John crouched down and took her elbow, tilting her chin so she could see concern not jest. Her insides melted immediately and a smile flooded her features. "Hi" She whispered.

"Hello baby, feeling better?"

"Much. Help me up Bill" And with that she was swung up and around making her giggle.

With fingers holding onto his shoulders she floated in John's arms. Eight eyes held her two and she was blessed with only worried smiles.

"I'm so sorry I used all the eggs"