Late October, 1969.

I looked into the bathroom mirror for the millionth time to fix my makeup, still not quite pleased with my appearance quite yet as I stressed over being on camera.

"You look great.  As always." George said leaning up against the wooden frame of the door with a small cheeky smirk.

"Harrison, flattery will get you everywhere with me." My eyes trailed over to him, returning the small smirk.

"Where's Sammy?" I grinned joyfully, missing him even only being away from him shortly.

"Finally down for a nap, thank god," George sighed out exhaustedly causing me to laugh, "we're about ready to start taping outside." He added, pushing himself up off the door frame.

"I'm ready." I smiled walking over to him, slipping my arms around his back to walk out to the backyard of Kinfaus.

Though I should've been even more upbeat and excited about being part of the promotion video for Something, a song which was so beautifully written about me, I also knew this might possibly be one of the last projects George does as a Beatle.

The Abbey Road album seemed to be the end of the road as far as the boys were concerned, it was an unspoken feeling that it really was the end.

Except, it had been spoken it loud by John, who had just recently filled the others in on his intention to leave the group.

I assumed it was to begin music with Yoko. She had never really taken a liking to me, I could tell, and I her because of Cyn being such a close mate. I visited her and Jules as regularly as I could with Sam, though it's quite hard due to the strain it has seemed to put John and I through.

I just wished above all else he hadn't left Julian.

All the boys had really grown apart from the group, with Ringo having his whole family to take care of and Paul being newlywed with Linda and a new child Mary, it seemed it just wasn't a group anymore.

It was apparent George no longer had interest in the group anymore at all, he had songs upon songs to get out as a solo artist, which he is fully prepared for.

The tension between Paul and I had distanced us for awhile, he slowly fading away into his relationship until he'd broken the engagement off not too soon after he got engaged in the first place.

He'd been caught cheating with Francie Schwartz, who George was quite confident was a toy for Paul to use to try to distract himself for any lingering feelings. Paul had become fairly self destructive around that time, but my theories as to why are mainly surrounding the fact he wanted so badly to keep the band together, but unfortunately he seemed to be fighting an uphill battle.

In any case, whatever mess he'd made by seeing Francie seemed to have helped him move on, right into Linda's arms who I was awed by completely.

They were the perfect match truly, soulmates even. I was glad to see him happy.

As for George and I, we had grown stronger than ever having a son to take care of now. After all that we'd been through after Brian's death, I really thought we wouldn't make it through.

Neil and a few others were the ones behind the cameras that were setup in the yard, making me weary of what I was really getting myself into.

I had tried so desperately to separate Sam and I from George's world of being a Beatle so we could be a somewhat normal family, without the stress of George's public presence.

I was frozen uncomfortably starting at the camera as they got it ready to shoot ta video of me and George close up, George grabbing my hand and giving it a small squeeze.

"You'll do great." He smiled taking slight amusement in my nerves.

"That lens's is staring into my soul." I shivered causing him to laugh.

He planted a kiss down on my head as he put his arm around my shoulder.

After the shooting had finished, it really sunk in how near the ending of the Beatles truly was. This promotion video was being shot separately, in different locations entirely, Paul was even in Scotland. It really seemed like the end of an era.

"George" I spoke just as we had gotten inside.

He hummed in response looking back to me.

"Promise me," I paused, "promise me, no matter what, we'll never grow apart?" I was pained to ask, though I needed some reassurance with all the separation there seemed to be around.

"Is this about what John said? About leaving?" He inquired concerned immediately coming over to me, placing his hands on either side of my face.

When I didn't respond, he gave me a knowing look, "We've known this was bound to happen for awhile now, and just because that's changing doesn't mean we are." He looked deeply in my eyes.

"I know, but there used to be a time where I never thought this would happen," I blinked a few times in disbelief, "I'm still having trouble believing it's true." I looked back into George's eyes with uncertainty.

"Poppy, believe me when I say you're stuck with me for as long as my heart is beating." He smiled causing me to feel immensely comforted to hear him be so sincere.

I brought him into a hug, "I love you," I whispered into his hair holding him tight, feeling him return it holding me just as close.

"I love you too." He responded, just then hearing Sam cry out from waking.

George groaned, "just five more minutes." He said before going back to tend to Sam.
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I couldn't help but be sad that the group of boys that had always been considered family to me were nearly disbanded, so, I had set up to go see each of the lads with George separately, as I knew getting them all together had proven to be quite difficult these days.

First, we'd gone to see Ringo and Maureen, who had found themselves time away from home to meet us for lunch.

"There he is." Ringo said with an unmistakable amount of affection for George as he walked up to the booth we'd been sat at with Maureen.

He pointed at George and smiled as George stood, Ringo bringing him into a bear hug.

"Is it just me Ritch, or 'ave you gotten shorter?" George teased as they all sat back down.

Ringo gave a fake laugh and flipped him off with a straight face immediately after, causing George to go into a fit of laughter, as did Maureen and I.

"And how's the light of George's life?" Ringo said turning to me with a grin.

"Best I can right now, there's so much happening these days it's hard to keep up." I joked with a smile.

"Amen." Maureen said leaning back with a sigh.

"Yeah," Ringo looked slightly sullen, "I feel like I haven't seen the lads in ages. Growing up, growing apart, I suppose." Ringo huffed, evidently upset about Johns announcement to leave the group.

We talked on for a few hours, and it almost felt as if it were the old times at the cavern club, George and Ringo's joking around care free, without all the stresses of being a Beatle.

Yet at the same time, it was so evident how far away from those times we were, we were all grown up.

Next visit we'd made was to Paul and Linda in Cavendish, being greeted by Martha immediately as we walked in the gate, seeing Linda and Paul our front having tea with Mary in Linda's arms.

"Hello." I said scratching Martha's head happily before saying our hello's to Paul and Linda.

"I can't get over how fast she's growing, or how adorable she is." I said in awe of Mary as I sat down in one of the chairs  across from Linda.

"It's the genes" Linda said jokingly flipping her hair.

I laughed and agreed, seeing Paul's adoring gaze as he laughed along.

"How's Sam?" Paul inquired with a smile.

"Great." I smiled warmly looking over to George who had the same expression as I did.

"Just starting to talk now. Dada was his first word, no big deal or anything." George said to like fun at me.

Paul and Linda giggled.

"Keep it up and those words will be your last." I grinned sarcastically back.

"Look at us, who would've thought we'd be starting families. Settling down. There's really nothing better." Paul grinned looking to George.

I was truly happy for Paul despite what some would think, he found his happiness with a Linda who was such a beauty woman inside and out, and I couldn't have asked for a better life for him.

Though he had been the most opposed of Johns private announcement to leave the band, I knew he was probably the most prepared to get out of the band, he'd really found who he was once he had met Linda.

The last trip was to John and Yoko, who were absolutely impossible to get time with, it was like booking an appointment but we had managed to get them to our house for drinks.

It was a bit strange. I saw John, but I saw someone so radically different. Not that it was bad thing, but he seemed so far from his days of crashing on Brian's couch pissed out of his mind.

"So, congratulations on the Wedding album." I smiled about John and Yoko's newest release.

"Thank you, were hoping to get some more music out soon y'know. It's just complicated right now." There was a pause, us all knowing the complication he was referring to.

"Yoko, has John ever told you about the time he called Poppy in sick to her school impersonating Brian?" George laughed, breaking the tension as he set his hand on mine.

I smiled looking to John who looked to me with the same grin.

"No, but it sounds like John." Yoko smiled.

"After tha' when he found out, Brian wouldn't let his eyes off John for weeks," George chuckled.

John shivered, "Lennonwatch. I couldn't get a thing past him for months, years." John reminisced with a smile.

"He was a good man Brian, always looking out for you, Poppy." John commented kindly, that flint in his eyes that reminded me of the Lennon I'd first met back when it all began.

"For all of us." I smiled back with a faint pain in my voice, holding back my emotions.

"To Brian." George smiled raising his glass.

"To Brian." We all chimed in with a cheers.

I leaned over and gave George a kiss.  That was the moment when I knew we'd be okay after the Beatles, that I'd be okay to move on after Brian. I think the reason I had held onto the Beatles for so long is because of him.

But, all things must pass. Luckily for me, I was ready.

                            *the end*