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Ficbits! Featuring 1968′s emotional disaster ocean!Paul. #1-3 are all part of same story as this #1 ficbit; this time focusing on the meeting Paul and John, together, had with Franco Zeffirelli in Apple in 1968 (i.e. after Romeo and Juliet had already been cast, shot, wrapped, and set for release). The whys and whats of this meeting are unknown, but it certainly makes for rich disastrous fodder for fanfiction.

#4 is just me being evil and having one of Paul’s dinners with Robert Fraser converge with one of Paul’s walks/drives to Abbey Road with John. For @ladyjaneasher, as all my Robert ficbits are.

1. “Well, I’m coming along,” John says. “It’s gonna affect the company and all of us if things go through and I should be there anyway. There should be somebody clear-minded in the room to see if he’s worth trusting, make sure he’s not taking advantage.”

He’s needling, really, but it’s the least Paul has coming for him, and at least it’s from someone who can be trusted. He’s almost hoping for the protest, the argument, hoping for Paul to ignite and sling them both into a barrage of hot words and insinuations, prove he cares, say some shit about Yoko for fuck’s sake, something. But Paul doesn’t even look at him, just stares up at the ceiling and hums a nothing song of assent, dissent, consent, nothing at all, a collapsible bloated thing in his armchair. And isn’t that the worst of it, the wisp of melody that rises even from the moors of Paul’s remoteness.

“Paul,” he calls.

“Oh, yeah,” Paul says absently. “Yeah, sure. Tell Derek to pencil it in.”

2. “You’ve grown your hair since we last saw each other,” Zeffirelli says to Paul, dripping approval, lusty with it. John hates him already. “It’s a shame we weren’t able to work it out together, for the film. Your hair would have been very fine for it.”

“What, is the film about warring salons now?” John asks.

“It is about love,” Zeffirelli says earnestly. “Captured love between young people. The long hair befits that youngness, that sun. Both of my actors are very much embodying of that.”

3. “He was never gonna give you any of that,” John says. “I’m telling you, General Franco, you really dodged a bullet. Have you seen our silver screen work? He can’t even play himself.”

4. He should be more surprised to see John’s Rolls parked outside the gate. For once, the fans scatter without fuss to let Paul’s mini through, allowing them to step out of the car no worse for wear. John is sitting on the front steps with an attaché case, a spectre in white, hair like a funeral veil, the last breaths of a cigarette wafting about him. He doesn’t know how long John’s been waiting; he doesn’t ask.

“Alright, Bob,” John says to him with no intonation, getting to his feet. He hands Paul some scattered sheets of looseleaf, a perfunctory intimacy. “Worked on something.”

“Yeah, great.” Paul tucks the papers under his arm and looks back at Robert. “Early night?”

“Phone calls,” Robert says. “A bit of business, a nightcap, then bed.”

“Heavenly.” Paul steps close to touch toes with Robert, a warm hand on Robert’s elbow, and kisses his cheek in the continental style: less a goodbye than a promise of future meeting. Paul’s way of things. John lingers somewhere off the point of Paul’s shoulder and watches it all, silent and radiating like a judgmental moon. “Thanks for dinner.”

“Until the next.”

Paul smiles and turns to look at John, then back at him, rubbing his eyes, overbright and weary. He looks intoxicated—with wine, with foreboding. “Well, to market, to market,” he says sleepily. “We’ll walk out with you. Fancy a walk, John?”

“Sure,” John says. He scratches his thigh with the butt of his case. “Got a toot on you by any chance, Bob?”

(As for something fic-related but not at all Beatles-related that I shill with some shame: this fic for The Social Network I wrote nearly ten years ago, which I recently read through again and didn’t entirely hate, which was both a surprise and a relief. I cleaned up the garbage HTML and shaved off the roughest edges, so - please read it if you’re at all interested in: barbed dialogue, scorned and passive-aggressive Eduardo Saverin, and insinuating asshole Sean Parker.)

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