lettherebeangus

Pairing: Lennon/McCartney. Year: 1975. Summary: John Lennon is married to Yoko Ono, but is she really the love of his life? He would have to choose between staying with his wife or starting a life with his former band mate, Paul McCartney. He decides to fix his relationship with his son Julian, along with other important decisions... McLennon. 1961 "Macca! Guess who finally decided what to do with the money his lost auntie gave to him?" John proudly grinned at his younger friend. "You, I guess." "Yes, me!" "You're a lucky bastard, y'know. I've never seen a hundred quid in my life." "Now you can see it!" he took out the envelope containi

Another morning of another day waking in her completely white bedroom of her completely white house. The man who not-so-long ago had been her husband never really minded about it; of course at times he used to think their apartment could have a little bit of color, but never spoke it out loud. He was happy, anyway. Yoko woke up with no one by her side, only a big puffy pillow where John's head used to rest. She made a collection of thoughts and memories to find out what had she done wrong; she literally gave him everything she had, and when he left he also took away a big part of her. But she had to move on. She didn't have any children with

Pairing: Lennon/McCartney. Year: 1975. Summary: John Lennon is married to Yoko Ono, but is she really the love of his life? He would have to choose between staying with his wife or starting a life with his former band mate, Paul McCartney. He decides to fix his relationship with his son Julian, along with other important decisions... McLennon. P.O.V Paul While John was visiting Cynthia and Julian, meanwhile… I was full of joy and blissful happiness when I knocked the door and Heather's face expression lit up of seeing me again. "Dad!" She threw his arms to my neck and pulled me into a caring hug. "I missed you so much." "I missed

The two had arrived to Paul's house in London about an hour ago. 'Now this is my house too…' John smiled at the thought. They were unpacking everything, making a few arrangements to the house, cleaning and making it an even tidier place. "I'd never been in this place before," John commented. "I bought it when I divorced Lin." "I see…" "I need to see my girls, John." "I know," John nodded. "We'll go tomorrow." "No. I need to go now." "You must be tired from the flight, the airport, the unpacking, and everything, love… You should rest and wait for tomorrow." "You don't understand… I haven't seen them since the las

So, this is it. John thought. Goodbye New York. Today was the day. The plane tickets from New York to London had today's date. John and Paul were both supposed to get up early, though John hardly got any sleep. He spent all those hours staring blankly at the roof of the bedroom, like he was fighting a battle with his eyes to close them, but they refused to obey. But why couldn't he manage to get a decent sleep? Was he confused?No, not at all. Thrilled could be the appropriate word. In a few hours he was leaving the city he learned to love in a very short period of time. And how could someone not love New York City? The rush and noise o

John Lennon met Yoko Ono in the office destined to the signature of their divorce paper. They both wanted to do it as quick as possible and move on with life, although John apparently already had. The news of finding out his husband was cheating on her with his friend from Liverpool, and then decided to stay with him instead of trying to fix their relationship, was something hard for the woman. And who could blame her? They signed the papers in complete silence; you could hear pens scripting paper, a clock marking the hour and the typical sounds of New York City in the afternoon, but no sound was being emitted by any mouth in the room. Not

John Lennon woke up smiling at the fact that he was being held by Paul so tight he couldn't even move, but he liked it that way. Paul was showing in one way or another that he didn't want to ever let John go, and the thought of the older man disappointing him again was something Paul wanted to forget about. Paul's breathing was calm and peaceful, and he was still sleeping, not showing any interest in waking up yet. John didn't mind that at all. Of course he couldn't get out of the bed because Paul was holding him, and couldn't turn around to face him and analyze his sleep; but something about Paul's arms covering his laying body made a lot

John Lennon's heart was beating at such speed, having all those feelings melting inside. It won't be long till I belong to you. He knocked the door with trembling hands, and when Paul opened it, they stayed quiet for a minute or two looking at each other, until the younger broke the silence to enunciate a cold "You." His voice didn't show hope, joy or madness. Just a single word said without any feeling. John forced a smile, and without knowing what to answer to Paul's syllable, pronounced, "Yes, me…" Another couple of minutes of awkward silence passed by, when McCartney decided to go directly to the point asking, "What did you come

John was fighting himself to get some sleep; he needed to rest and forget about everything for at least some hours. When he was finally falling asleep, he felt how his wife was getting under the covers and resting her head in a pillow. Yoko looked at John, who was almost completely asleep without moving his body and eyes completely closed, with worried eyes. She wanted to know what was going on inside his husband's head. She had been noticing for some time ago that he was kind of distant of her. The Asian wondered if another woman was getting in the picture, but she tried not to think that. Was she losing John? Did she already lose him? The