((I Am Breaking the Scheme With this by not Putting Lyrics, which i do Apologise For. Now i'll Only Add Lyrics if I Really Want to and Want to Challenge Myself

John was Back outside the Dakota, But No one was Around, No Car, No Yoko, Not even Guards around the Entrance or the Camera men taking his Pictures.
he looked down at his Thin wrists and Fingers. He ran a hand across his hair, it was Thin and cut short to be like the Teddy Boy Haircut he Initially had before He got shot He heard a Gun load, He turned back then-

BANG

BANG

BANG

BANG

And he Fell onto the Cold Pavement and Everything went Black.

8 December, 1962
3:01 AM

John's eyes shot Open and he let out a Sharp Inhale and then took a Few Quick Breaths, Which scared the Fuck out of Everyone Else in the Car.

"John! Are You Okay?" Brian asked, Panicked. Paul turned back to look at John with a Expression that was a Mix of Concern and Shock.

John's breathing regulated and let out a Sigh, He gave a Jerky nod. Paul sighed in relief, Brian bit his lip and nodded. George huffed.

Ringo Leaned down to pick up the Buddy Holly glasses and inspected them before giving them back to John. John gave a gruff 'thanks' and put them back on.

The Rest of the ride to Abbey Road was Quiet.

They Were near Abbey Road Studios, Or rather EMI Studios as it was called at the time. John's Fingers drummed the Neck of his Rickenbacker, Band Practice? For What? a Concert? Obviously, Right now he can Only Remember the Years of which Album gets released, and if Something changes he wont Care.

'Yoko's Probably Gonna have to Break the news to Sean...But i wonder how'll the Other Lads'll React, Paul's gonna take it the Worst.'

The entered EMI Studios, George Martin wasnt Around So Obviously there was No Song Producing. Yet.

There were Many Memories formed here, Both Bad and Good. Song Writing and a few Band Practices,Paul's Control Freakness,Making Sgt. Peppers,The Let it Be Sessions and a Couple More.

John will admit, He forgot All the Songs they played back in the day. There were So Many concerts Back in the Day that they were All mostly blurring. The Only Notable Ones he can remember are the Ed Sulluvan show,Shea Stadium,and a Couple of his Own Concerts.

That Got him nervous, He hadnt hadnt Performed Live Since that one he did in 1975 and The other Concert he did with Elton John in Madison Square Garden.
Christ He's Probably gonna Go Through Everything that the Beatles Did, Concerts,Songs,Arguments,and Many More.

"Really Shaken up from that Nightmare aint he." George nudged Paul, the Bassist Nodded in Agreement.

To the Other Lads he looked Lost, Which is Probably true. Not Witty Comments or Any Snarky One-Liners.
Brian gave the Other Three a Look that Meant 'Is He ACTUALLY Okay?', Paul and George shrugged.

"He Doesnt LOOK Okay, So Obviously Somethin's Botherin' him." Paul notes.

"No Shite Sherlock." George snarked, Ringo swatted his Shoulder.

Paul placed his bass on a Chair and Went over to John, He put a Hand on his Shoulder and John tensed. Then Paul asked;

"Johnny You Doin' Alright? You've been Acting a Bit Odd lately, Y'know You've been all Quiet on Us and you barely said Anything During the Ride." Paul said.

John raised a Brow at him and Paul huffed.

"You Barely Said Anything." Paul summed up.

"You Also Look Dead." Paul contiuned.

Okay so Paul IS Right Considering He just Spaced Out thinking of ways to Get his life Back (Thinking of getting a Flight to Japan For Obvious Reasons).

John bit his lip and slowly nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, Kinda Tired from Sleeping in a Cramped Space All Noon." John flatly chuckled, Paul raised a brow at him.

"But Yeah, I'm Fine." John Assured with a rather Empty Smile, Paul sighed.

"You can Go on?" Paul asked John.

"I'm Fine Paul." John Said Snappily.

'What Could Go Wrong?' John snarked to Himselt

Paul slowly nodded, He Gave a Shrug to the Other Lads. The Remaining Two Beatles went to their Instruments, They all got Ready.

Paul counted them Off and Practice Started.

8 December, 1962
3:11 PM

Practice Went Odd to Say the Least, Obviously They made their fair share of Mistakes which Is to Be Expected. Now Calling John an Idiot is an Understatement, Cause He's a Fucking Dumbass for Momentarily Forgets its 1962. Sometimes He goes off key Then there are other times where he wouldnt Play at All and Accidentally Space out THEN Sometimes he would Play a Completely Random Riff and would even sing some random Lyric.

And In Between breaks John would Space out as well as Decline Offered Food.

"John You Doin' Gear?" Asked George.

'Fucking Jinxed Myself' John mentally Cursed to himself.

John bit his lip and Jerkily nodded, George raised a brow at the Rhythmn Guitarist.

"Cause Ye basically Goin' off the Line." George Informed.

"And thas Comin' from Me." George remarked, Probably Cause Paul Usually said something like that.

"What time Did You sleep?" Ringo asked.

'Well Ringo, i Didnt.'

"Mmmmmmmm, 11." John hummed.

"11 PM?" Paul gasped.

" 's Not like you Didnt Sleep Late Paul." John Jeered.

That Was a Fair point, Sometimes They'd sleep Late cause of Performing in the Cavern Club and Have shots Then Go Home Drunk.

"Fair Point." Paul bergrundingly agreed with a slow nod.

"But Where'd Ye hear those Songs?" George asked.

"Imagination." John answeref Quickly.

George raised a brow at him.

"Yer Imagination?" George then Questioned.

"Or From a Dream?" George Questioned further.

John shrugged and George huffed.

"Right, One more Practice and We're 'aving a Short Break." Paul announced

And they did One more Practice, Now Nothing too Out of the Ordinary Happened other than The Guitarists going out of Key but that was Expected.

"And Thas a Wrap!" Paul smiled as he Set his Bass on a Chair.

"Aight Paul NOW You need to Explain why Ye Woke us Up so Early?" George Yawned.

" 'nother Practice Later." Paul Shrugged.

"But WHY in the Studio?" Ringo Asked

"Dunno Really." Paul Shrugged again.

"Oh so You Called us here to feel Roomy?" George flatly joked.

"No." Paul deadpanned And George rolled his eyes.

Christ its been a Long time Since John saw this Kind of Studio Banter in a Long Time, Even the Times where George or Ringo were in the Studio with him it Wasnt Really the Same.

'Hm, Can i Change things here?'

Prevent the Beatles Existence was the First that to Mind, Cause he wouldnt have to deal with Beatlemania or the General Stress of Being a Beatle Probably wrecked Him as a Person and as a Musician.

But this was When they were Starting to Get Famous, Beatlemania was gonna be Hell to Live through Again. All the Fans Chasing them around was Hell, the Screaming was Worse in his Opinion.

His Lids felt heavy, and so did his Head. John let out a Yawn and Staggered his way to a Chair before falling asleep.

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John Felt a Cold Breeze, he slowly opened his eyes, he was facing the dark Window of a Room

He blinked rapidly and Everything got Clearer, he looked around the room, It was a White Bedroom, but of Course not just Any Bedroom, this was the Bedroom he was in when he was the Bedroom of his room in the Dakota.

He saw his Circle Framed Glasses

John was about to pick up his glasses to Inspect them, But the Pair of Glasses went right through him.

"What the Fuck?" He mutteted to Himself as slowly lifted his hand.

He flexed his fingers, they Looked nornal, he saw the watch on his wrist. He looked at the time.

10:50

Its Hands were stuck on that time. John hummed to himself and rubbed his eyes. He staggered out of bed and headed out of the room.

He saw Yoko sitting on the couch, He Should feel Okay. As a Smile Crept on Her face he just felt uneasy.

"Yoko?"

"Hm?" She hummed.

John sat next to her on the couch, Yoko's Smile grew as she put her Hand on his. He smiled back and wrapped his Fingers around hers, Yoko's eyes narrowed as her smile faded.

"What's wrong Dear?" John asked.

Next thing he Knew Yoko put a Hand to his Neck and Squeezed hard, John Wheezed and gasped for air.

Then He blacked out.

8 December, 1962
3:16 PM

John coughed and his eyes shot open, He rubbed His eyes. Everything was blurry, His Glasses must've fell off, He could see the Blurry figures of his band mates, His head ached and his breathing slowed.

"Johnny! Are You Alright!" Paul gasped.

A Hand went to his Neck and soon a Gasp.

"John, You Seem to have a Fever." Brian Noted

"Should we Take him Home?" Paul asked, Brian Nodded.

"We're cutting that Bedford Concert till John's well." Brian Stated.

"John Can You walk?" Ringo asked.

John grabbed the Arm Rests and staggered up, Christ Everything was blurrier than usual. His Legs were Trembling, Which the Other Lads Can see.

"Should we Risk it?" Asked Paul, John coughed.

The Other three Beatles got their Guitars (Paul got John's Rickenbacker) and went back to the Car. Paul and Ringo were in the Backseat while George and Brian were at the Front. By the Time they got him inside he was already unconcious.

Paul put a Hand to John's Forehead.

"He's Really Burning Up." Paul noted.

"Is He dead?" Ringo asked worriedly.

"Richard!" Brian called out.

"We Aint Gonna jump to Conclusions." George added.

The Three went inside the car (The Guitars were Now in the Trunk) and they were off.

8 December, 1962
3:45 PM

John Groggily woke up, he was in the Passenger seat of the Car, and He was Alone. He groaned in pain when he tried to Sit up.

He heard the car door Open and close.

"John are you Feeling Alright?" Brian asked.

"Yeah." John rasped, His throat felt like there were Needles indide.

"The Paul 'nd Rings are buying Medicine." George stated.

There was Silence in the car before the Doors Opened and Paul and Ringo got inside, Paul holding a small Paper bag.

"Oh, Lenny Your Awake, How're You Feeling?" Paul asked.

John coughed and Ringo put a Hand to his Neck, he shot his hand back.

"Still Burning, Darn thats One Heck of a Fever." Ringo muttered.

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The Drive back to Liverpool went Surprisingly Smooth, Although Sometimes Traffic would get in the way. John ended up sleeping again, Ringo and Paul would periodically Check on his Temperature.

Right Now they were driving down a surprisingly Empty road, George was asleep in the front Passenger Seat, One of the Few times He was able to sleep in the car. Maybe because it was quiet. Very Quiet, Not even the Bird sounds could wake him up.

Ringo was doing his Fifth or Sixth Temperature Check. He wasnt Burning Hot Anymore, Now this would've reassured Ringo but no. Now John was Cold, and when he looked at his Neck he could see Black Scratch Marks.
"What The Actual-"

"What The Actual Fuck!?" Paul muttered as he saw the Scratches.

Paul Then tried to Smack John in the face for him to wake up, Nothing worked.

"Br-Brian!" Paul called out.

"Wha-?" George rubbed his eyes cause he was now awake.

Both Men looked back to Back Passenger seats, Ringo was checking John's neck. No Pulse. Ringo looked at Paul with wide eyes, Paul stared back with his wide Doe eyes. Ringo performed CPR.

"Oy Whas Goin' On?" George asked.

"Is John! He isnt Breathing!" Ringo breathed.

"Excuse Me What-" George was cut off by Brian.

They were a Panicked Mess Right Now, trying to figure out what was going on. Brian had parked the car near a Gasoline Station, There was a Convenient Pay Phone there, Which Brian ran to. The Other Three were Inside, waiting for Brian. Ringo was doing CPR and Paul was trying to think of Reasons on how this happened.

A Blackbird, Perched on top of the Fuel Dispenser was Watching them from a far.