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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt.10

When the others finally left for the night, Lance was mentally jumping for joy. Hunk was driving Shay home, Lance had his fingers, and toes, crossed that his best friend would finally profess his feelings. His joy lasted until his stomach rolled, telling him it was time to purge the human food he’d forced down the evening. Bolting for his upstairs bathroom, he gripped the toilet hard as his stomach rolled and everything was vomited out forcefully. Keith’s stupid blood was still in his system. The effects should have been wearing off by now, not lingering around like his unwanted house guest.

Hunched over as he heaved, there was a soft knock on the bathroom door

“Lance?”

Ugh. Shiro the goddamn hero. He was none too happy with him at the moment. Humans always made things so bloody complicated, no pun intended. Behind him the sink tap was turned on, the sound of the water hitting the basin was like a fucking waterfall again rocks, the noise coming to an end not a second too soon

“Here”

Gazing up with glassy eyes, Shiro was holding out a wet hand towel, Lance taking it from the man and draping it over his face. Thankfully Shiro had been kind enough not to turn the bathroom light on, though that hadn’t stopped him being stupid enough to put the damn cloth over his glasses

“Are you okay?”

“Fantastic”

“Can I do anything to help?”

“Yeah, you can keep your damn distance from Pidge”

Shiro shuffled his feet

“I...”

“If she knows, she’s going to want that bite. Matt is doing everything he can to protect his family, but Pidge... Pidge is so goddamn smart. Do you know what kind of situation you’ve put me in”

Lance heard the rustling of Shiro’s clothes before he felt man sitting down beside him

“I never thought she’d be Matt’s brother. It was stupid of me to speak out. Look. It’s not my place, but I know the look of someone haunted by the past. Speaking of Matt, that brought something up you’d rather not remember, didn’t it?”

“Someone should give you a damn medal. Shiro, you’re not my friend. You don’t know me. There’s nothing you can do to magically help”

“I can listen”

“Yeah, so you have more evidence to use against me when you finally kill me”

“It’s not like that...”

“Then what’s it like? Feeling pity for the sick vampire? Keeping him alive purely to help your brother? Now I’m left lying to Pidge for however long I’ve got left”

“I’m worried about you...”

Lance would have laughed if he wasn’t so shocked. What did Shiro have to worry about?

“... you’re not getting any better. You drank Keith’s blood to save him, and you’re still suffering from the effects. I don’t know what to do to help you”

“There’s nothing you can do”

“There has to be something”

“There isn’t”

“Then is there someone I can call? Someone who knows more about what’s going on?”

“I’m not going to bring a hunter onto the doorstep of anyone”

Shiro sighed

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let Keith take control of the mission. We haven’t reported back to our supervisors one way or the other. Your name came up flagged under suspicion of being a vampire with no confirmation. I don’t know who reported you, and I still don’t know what to make of you. You were polite and kind to both of us, yet helping Keith has made you this ill. Right now, I don’t want to kill you. I don’t know what to feel. You bit and turned my brother, yet you deny it. You openly socialise with humans, keeping as close to human as you can. You turned into a bat, despite claiming you carried no powers. All of this is confusing. Then there’s Keith. He’s my brother. My only brother. The only family I have here. I need to do what’s right for him”

“Then stop filling his head with ideas. He’s not a vampire. You enabling him isn’t helping anything. You guys can crash out in front of the TV if you want, help yourselves to whatever you want in the fridge. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow, so for now, let me just go to bed and be done with today”

“Lance, I...”

“If you say you’re sorry again, I can’t guarantee I won’t snap”

Shiro gave a nervous kind of a laugh, his hand squeezing Lance’s shoulder

“Alright. I get it. We’ll talk in the morning. Are you sure there isn’t anything I can get you?”

“I’ll be fine once your brother’s gross blood passes”

“That’s good to know”

Lance could hear Shiro and Keith talking about him as he laid in bed with Blue. Shiro was attempting to reason with Keith, who’d broken down over being bitten. His mouth ached, arm between his teeth as he rode through the pain of it all. This wasn’t normal, not for him. He needed to go see Coran. Coran would know what to do and how to help, and laying about in bed wasn’t going to magically cure him.

Dressing, it was a little after two in the morning when he crept down his stairs. So many thoughts were trying to push themselves to the forefront of his mind, yet none were clear enough to reach out grab. Stepping off the last step, the light in the lounge room flicked on, Shiro appearing in the doorway, rubbing at his eyes like Lance had woken him up

“Lance?”

“Go back to bed, Shiro”

“Going somewhere?”

“To get some blood”

Shiro saw through his lie

“Dressed and with your car keys?”

“Going to get some blood from Platt?”

Lance cringed at his tone, and at his big mouth

“Great, I’ll come for the drive then”

“Shiro...”

“You’re in no condition to drive yourself anywhere. It’d be irresponsible to let you go alone”

“What about Keith?”

“If you’re going to see some one about blood, then they have to know what’s going on with him... Your arm’s bleeding”

Lance looked down at the dark patch spreading across his sleeve. He’d bandaged his arm, but for some reason he was still bleeding

“It’s nothing. Look, go back to bed and we’ll talk in the morning”

“I can’t do that”

“Leave me alone!”

Shit. As if Shiro hadn’t caught enough of his bad mood of late

“I’m sorry, Shiro. I’ll be back by morning, but I can’t take you where I need to go. You’re not one of us. They wouldn’t even let you inside the lobby”

“Look, it’s late. I think you should go back to bed and we can all talk about this in the morning”

And what if he flipped out in the mean time? What if he really was as bad Keith thought he was? He didn’t want to hurt Shiro... or Keith for that matter. Maybe shave Keith’s mullet off, but not hurt him physically

“I can’t do that”

“Why not?”

“Because there’s something wrong with me and I don’t want either of you being hurt. Please, Shiro, I have to go. I promise I’ll be back as soon as possible”

“How can I trust that you’ll be back?”

“I’d never leave Blue. Plus Pidge would be merciless if I went missing. I can’t do that to her and Hunk”

“Alright... just... stay safe”

“You, too”

The drive to Platt passed in a blur, Lance doing well above the speed limit in the long straights of the road. The city it’s self never seemed to sleep, but the roads were clear as Lance slowed to the posted limits, the last thing he needed was a speeding fine, or to bite a cop. Parking in front of “Castle Altea”, the building front marketed itself as a 24 hour bookshop catering to the obscure. The whole block was actually owned by the organisation Coran ran, shop owners paid half the price of rent in the area, probably thanks to the complex that ran beneath their feet. Gripping his arm, he just about fell out the driver’s side, head swimming to the point he thought he’d vomit.

Passing through the bookstore, the woman behind the counter hit the button under the desk to let him straight through the back doors and into the elevator that’d take him down to Coran’s first level. There were only two buttons in lift, one up to the bookshop and one down to “VOLTRON”, the name of outreach network for Platt. Lance knew the “V” stood for “vampire” and the “L” stood for “lycanthropes”, and maybe the end “ON” stood for “outreach network”, but the others he’d been clueless on. He didn’t really need to know the name, only that he was going to the only truly safe place for him in his current situation. He couldn’t even tell how many metres the lift went down, but the more the better right now.

The doors open to bright lights of the reception, Coran pausing mid pace, before rushing over to him

“Lance, what happened to you, my boy?”

“Mercury... poisoning...”

“Oh, my boy. You came to the right place. Here, lean on me. How’s your hunger?”

Lance felt so awful he didn’t even know if he was hungry. Coran felt safe and warm, his arm slipping around Lance, deceptively strong as he took his weight

“My teeth really hurt... all of me hurts... Coran, I’m scared”

“Hush, my boy. We’ll get to the bottom of this. You’re safe here”

“Thank you... I’m sorry... for turning up like this”

“Nonsense. Let’s get you comfortable”

Taken down another two levels, the doors opened to the medical floor. Coran leading him to the first available examination room, and assisting up onto the examination bed. Whimpering at the lights overhead, Coran switched them off, leaving the lighting in the room to come from the computer in the corner and the lights under the bed

“Hypersensitivity... Atypical for simple poisoning. Lance, can you tell me what happened?”

“Hunter”

Coran let out a small gasp

“A hunter?”

“Poisoned himself with silver and mercury... sucked it out of him... I’ve never fed off a human before... Coran.... what did I do?”

Coran smiled softly at him, brushing Lance’s sweaty fringe off his forehead

“You did a brave thing. Mercury in blood makes it very potent. I suspect the trauma of your first feed and the metal have come together to make a rather nasty combination for you. How long ago was it since you bit them?”

“Wednesday...”

“Oh, my boy. Let’s do a full work up. You’ve been through enough trauma as it is. Have you had any blood since?”

“A bag and a bit... it’s not helping”

“Alright. Let me see what I can do. You relax, you’re safe here, Lance. This is a safe place”

“I didn’t want to bring you trouble”

“Hush now. No ones going to get you. Close your eyes and just relax”

Lance felt eyelids start to grow heavy, Coran’s words a spell on his senses as he felt himself slump completely against the bed beneath him. Coran knew his traumas... Coran knew everything about his life. He shouldn’t have left Shiro and Keith at his house... but coming here was the right thing to do.

Allura came in as they waited for his blood tests. With practiced hands she set up an IV line, direct to a fresh bag of blood. Coran had helped him out his jacket, mortified he’d bitten himself to starve off the pain of his teeth

“Lance, it’s Allura. I don’t know if you can hear me, but I’m going to take a look at your arm”

“Hey, ‘llura. Sorry for the trouble”

“Nonsense. Coran said you had a run in with some hunters. We knew there were new guys in town, yet I hardly expected they’d go after to you”

Why wouldn’t they go after him? He shouldn’t exist according to them

“I bit a human... I’m going to be put down”

“You’re not going to be put down. You’re not a typical vampire, but you’ve got a kind heart. You’d never hurt a human if you could help it”

Tell that to his teeth... and Keith’s fist

“I still did it”

“Lance, you’ve always been kind and sensitive. I promise you that we’ll get this all sorted”

As Allura applied ointment to his wound, Lance let himself float. His mind that was, not his body. Shiro was wrong, he couldn’t turn into a bat. And he was handling being caught out rather poorly. If Shiro and Keith did hunt the big bad things in the night, then he should be grateful. They’d probably saved countless lies by not thinking twice, whereas he was laying here being completely useless. He’d never killed a vampire, not even when tempted by their behaviour. As she worked, Allura hummed along, her humming somewhat soothing his headache. He liked Allura. She was smart, pretty, funny, and brave. She had so many things going on, yet she wore all her pressures on his delicate shoulders with grace

“Healing has already begun, it should heal without a scar. But do try to take it easy for the next few days”

“Thanks, Allura. I’m still really sorry for how I showed up”

“Nonsense. I would have been mad with you if you hadn’t come to us. Have you got enough blood at home to see you over?”

“The hunter’s got to it. Trashed my house, waited for me to come home, the whole nine yards”

“Do you need help with the repairs? Furniture replacement? Is your home safe to return to?”

“Yeah. No, I’ll be fine. I’ve got somewhere to go”

“If you’re not safe, you can stay here for as long as you need”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m safe for now. I’ll take some blood though. Healing this is has taken more than I expected”

“Anything you add blood too amplifies it’s effectiveness. Being stabbed by a mercury dipped dagger has a much different affect than ingesting it”

Lance hummed

“I didn’t think about it like that”

The room to the examination room slid open, Coran letting himself in. Allura smiling at him, their conversation now dead in its tracks

“Sorry to interrupt. Allura, how’s our boy doing?”

“His arm’s started healing. He seems more lucid too. I would like to see him in three weeks for reassessment. I’ll be logging 21 bags of blood on his record, I don’t trust that his supply hasn’t been tainted”

Tainting the blood seemed too much effort to be a Keith move. Shiro had the patience, but he’d brought him up blood to help him heal... poisoning Lance was a sure way to ruin any chance of getting information from him

“Excellent. Now, Lance, I’ve got your results right here. Silver and mercury were found in your bloody, both in trace amounts. My advice would be draining what we can from your system, then rehydrating you”

“How long will that take?”

“Twelve hours, give or take. Then a nice nap in your grave dirt, for a couple of hours, just to make sure no hidden nasties are left in your system”

“I don’t have time to do that”

“I’m sorry, my dear boy. You’ll need to make the time. Your levels across the board are all over the place, and you’ve had quite the shock. Anything else could affect your will power to fight the curse. You could find yourself performing actions with no memory of the event”

Stupid fucking Keith. This is what he got for helping him, when he didn’t deserve it. They’d barely talked, not when the man hated him with the passions of a thousand suns. Now he was stuck being drained like a car having it oil changed. He’d be breaking his word to Shiro. He’d said he’d be back in the morning, now he was going to be stuck in Platt until mid afternoon at the earliest

“Coran, I need to make a phone call... I need to let my friend know I’ll be back later than planned”

“Sure, my boy. Do you know the number?”

Shiro’s number? That was a no. He knew his home phone number because he still had a land line. Pidge had laughed and called it “antiquated”, no one had house landlines anymore, according to her. Lance wasn’t about to take advice from someone who’d never he the displeasure of growing up with one family landline in the living room where everyone overheard your conversation. Lance didn’t know Keith’s number either, not that Keith would answer if he did

“They’re at my house. They insisted on sleeping over in case someone came back”

“Oh, dear. You must be worried about them. Give them a quick ring and let them know you’re all safe and sound”

Shiro didn’t answer the home phone when Lance rang, Lance leaving a message on the off chance Keith decided he snoop about in Lance’s office again, Lance quickly explained he needed to stay in Platt longer to sort the situation he was experiencing, and that it was best for everyone involved if he remained until the afternoon. Taken from the examination room once the IV had run through, he was taken to a much more depressing room that held a vertical board for a bed. Thick straps came off the sides, his head, neck, arms, legs and torso all strapped down, preventing him from escaping should he flip out from being drained. The device looked barely a step above something that’d be used to hold prisoners being tortured

“Now, this is going to be quite painful and uncomfortable for you. I know you only ingested trace amounts, but the stress has made your system a bit, shall we say, whacky. We’re going to introduce a sedative to your system, before running a line from your jugular. You’ll be both awake and asleep for the procedure. The injection keeps the brain from registering and reacting. All very safe, all very well researched. We’ve had particular success with werewolves poisoned with wolfsbane”

“Alright. Do what you need to do. I don’t want to feel like this anymore”

“You’ll feel good as new when we’re done. Then we can have ourself a talk”

The bed behind him was stiff, the whole room white, and the straps cold against his skin. Cool air was pushed through the single vent in the room above the doorway, as Lance waited for the injection in the back of his neck to kick in. He should really be billing Keith for his time. From Wednesday until now, at douchebag wanker lawyer fees, the man would be pushing three grand for all the time Lance had wasted thinking about him. Was Keith fighting with Shiro as he “lay” here? Was he still going on about being bitten and turned while Shiro didn’t balls up and prove to him that he was still human? Keith should know better. Shiro should know much better. Those purple eyes that seemed to see his soul were bright and unclouded. A rare fire burned behind them, not the fire of a confident man, but the fire of someone who still very much alive in the human world. Keith had his whole life ahead of him, yet he must have his reasons for joining the Blades. If only Keith and Shiro could have both walked away, Shiro wouldn’t have lost his partner, and Keith could have a normal happy life without the bloodshed and fear of being turned. Why the fuck was he stuck now thinking on the man who hated his guts. Keith hadn’t even been willing to talk, let alone listen. He was hot headed and rash, leaping before he looked... Keith was going to be pissy that he’d skipped out on explaining things in the morning. Coran would fix Lance right up, only for Lance to go home and die. Letting out a sigh, Lance closed his eyes. When he’d been 18 he’d had to spend three months sleeping as he made his death soil. If a wounded vampire could get back to their death soil, most damage could be overcome... His death soil now sat in his garden, but he did have a shoe box of soil in his wardrobe, to remind him not to get too comfortable in his current life...

#once bitten twice stupid #ashratherose #vld au #vampire Lance #klance #keith is a dumb dumb

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gloves94 · 4 years

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The Munter [Paul McCartney] 2

Warnings: None Pairings: Paul McCartney/OC Summary: Sage O'Shea is a hardworking woman of the 1960's. A strange combination of brains and- well- Let's just say she is not your average beauty. Au contraire she's a Munter. John bets Paul that he wouldn't dare date such a monstrous woman. Despite his best judgement Paul agrees and takes John on his daring bet. Will Paul be able to see Sage's true beauty? What's going to happen when poor Sage finds out about their nasty bet? Whether the results are pretty or not- one thing I can say is love works in mysterious ways. *Comments and reviews are appreciated.* *Character development*

My fanfiction: M A S T E R L I S T

2. The Band's Munter

Tuesday, November 5th, 1963 Sage's Prespective

And just like that- that's how I began working for Brian Epstein and The Beatles. I returned home right past six. The sky had already darkened, and the autumn chill had settled on London. I could feel a cold chill beginning to consumer my body. Being soaked by the muddy water and the bitter wind were no help. I walked inside and removed my favorite knitted gloves and hat. If I could put money on it I would bet they brought me good luck today!

"Mum, I'm home," I called out as I closed the old door behind and began removing my shoes. I hate wearing shoes indoors.

"Good lord Sagey, get out of those clothes before you catch a cold!" Mother greeted and removed my wet coat and scarf with her one good arm.

"How did it go dear?" she asked kindly.

"I got the job," I breathed in disbelief beaming as I did. Mom clapped eagerly and kissed both my cheeks.

"Oh! Bless! That is great news! We will be able to pay the rent soon then," she sighed in relief. I simply nodded agreeing. After searching for so long- I finally had something.

"Sage? Did any of those men try pulling a quick one on you? I don't want you getting cozy with any of those scoundrels." Mom's face turned stern, both of her eyebrows furrowed as she saw past me.

Just like Brian, mom is a direct person. She's not the kind to engage in funny business. Her lower lip was permanently stuck in a frown and her eyes are fixed in perpetual mean glare.

"Ugh and their haircuts, dreadful," she added in disgust at the thought of the trendy bowl haircuts that the Beatles wore.

"Mum, you gotta stop sayin' that. You know that I'm not pretty-" I almost whispered the last part and shoulder's slouching as I walked into the kitchen to prepare myself an evening cup of tea.

"You want to be a pretty girl?" Mother's voice trembled as it escalated in tone. I knew this would happen. I braced myself getting ready for the lecture I had heard a thousand times before. "I was a pretty darlin' back when I was your age and look what that got me," she said darkly. "Your no good father saw a 'pretty lil thing'and after the damage was done he jumped ship back to America. So think again," mom frowned with a demeaning look. "And don't you dareforget what happened the last timeyou felt like playin coy." Every word that came out of her was like an knife digging into my skin. I stood still, leaning on the kitchen counter, avoiding my mother's dark gaze. "Look at me," she hissed. "Sage! Look at me. Now!" She spat with venom in her voice. I turned to look at her. The woman who used to be a beauty queen was now plump holding a lame arm which had cost her a career of 20+ years as a seamstress. Mom and I share the same bushy brown hair, which she keeps short. However, her eyes are dark brown, almost black while mine are colored. "I know what is best for you, so don't be goin' around repeating my mistakes and yours!" She pointed angrily. Perhaps, mother knew best. She had raised me all by herself as a bastard child, then again, in those days she certainly wasn't the only one.

xxx

Wednesday, November 6th, 1963

It was Wednesday. I found myself sitting in Brian Epstein's office lobby. I attempted to keep my hands preoccupied as I knitted a small hat for a toddler. I had been waiting for quite some time now. Was this Mr. Epstein's norm?

"Sage! We've been waiting for you for quite a while!" Brian suddenly appeared. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the tiny hat that I was holding with that appeared to be concern. "I-uh, for my Godson," I clarified that I was not expecting. Brian flashed me what looked like a judgmental look. What? There was nothing wrong with knitting!

"I-I'm sorry I was told to wait," I explained rising to my feet. "By whom?" He retorted with a confused look cocking an eyebrow up in intrigue. "By..." It took me a moment to remember the face of the security guard who had told me to wait in the lobby. I had seen him the other day flirting with the incarnation of Satan. "Isabel.." I growled out clutching my bag tightly. Of course she sat on her desk blatantly flirting with one of Beatles, I didn't care much which one it was. Ugh. She had had me again. I let out a frustrated sigh and followed Mr. Epstein into his office. I could see that blonde succubus sitting on a large desk right outside of the office like a spider prepping to sink her fangs into an unexpecting prey. Brian's secretary sat on a desk opposite side of hers.

"I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but since you got here lateit seems like Isabel will be sitting in the front desk." Brian sighed and clicked his tongue. He didn't sound too disappointed by this. I turned and that vile woman winked in my direction. I returned the gesture with what I assumed was my best Magda O'Shea glare. ‘Bitch...’ I almost gritted my teeth. "So where am I to work?" I asked concerned. Brian was silent for a moment. "Follow me," he said and I did as instructed finally entering his office. I glared at the blonde that was sitting on the entrance desk and stuck my tongue out at her childishly. She returned the gesture with a smug mocking smile. Something gave me the feeling that she had done this intentionally. I was so centered on glaring at Isabel that I didn't notice the back of someone's foot that was sticking out. Before I knew it I saw the room blur by as I clumsily stumbled face front and hit the tile floor with a loud thud my glasses flew off my face somewhere. Still on the ground I turned to see Paul McCartney leaning over Isabel's desk flirting with her. His expression was hard to read. It almost looked as if I had ruined one of his punchlines. Isabel made no effort to hide her loud laughter, Brian leaned over to offer me his hand and just then two of the other band mates walked in.

'Great!' I thought sarcastically. 'How embarrassing!' I stretched out my hand and frantically turned to look for my eye glasses. It was then that a loud crack caught my attention.

That could only mean… Still kneeling I turned to see Brian reaching for the glasses underneath his shoe. "Oh sorry about that," he said, his voice sounding out smoother than I had expected. Wait- That wasn't Brian's voice. Paul apologized sincerely and stretched out his hand to hand me my glasses which had been shattered. I took the glasses as fast as I could and slipped them back up the bridge of my nose coyly. I tried my best to avert my eyes from his. There was something about Paul that made me terribly nervous. I still couldn't put my finger on what it was. Maybe it was his sleepy eyes? Feeling my ears burning I turned away letting out an incoherent peep and almost ran after Brian as he FINALLY walked inside of his office.

xxx

Paul cleared his throat feeling awkward at the encounter, he mumbled something about getting some tea and hurriedly left the room. Isabel didn't seem to care. It was then that George and Ringo approached her desk and simultaneously greeted her. Both had bedroom eyes and looked at her with the same lustful gaze that John and Paul gave her.

"Hi George," Isabel said batting her eyelashes at him. "Pingo," she said more seriously pursuing her lips.

George was about to retort when he was interrupted by Ringo.

"You know to call me Ringo, why do you pretend you don't?" Ringo snapped, his eyes zoning into Isabel Murdock's brown ones.

"It just won't stick," she said shrugging him off with an impolite smile. "If it won't stick, then call me Richard. Like my mother," he said grumpily before following George inside of Brian's office.

xxx

I was speechless.

Working a crappy desk was bad. But working in a crappy desk inside of a supply closet? That had to be illegal somewhere. "I know it's small... We had to clean up and take a lot of boxes out, but I think it's an improvement. Don't you think?" Brian asked while leaning on her chair, in that instant the chair collapsed. This had got to be a joke!

He smiled nervously and scurried off to find a replacement chair. I shook my head and stood around the desk placing a few of my belongings on the crappy desk and proceeded to attempt to fix my poor broken glasses. They were completely cracked down the middle and would slide down my face. Some of the glass in them was also shattered like spiderwebs. With no alternative I simply taped them. xxx Asked John as he finally arrived to Brian's office. He was dressed casually and removed his coat plopping himself down on a dull green sofa chair.

"Went to get a chair or something," George muttered absent mindedly as he ate a chocolate bar.

"Yeah? The git must be running off," said John licking his lips bored. "Got me into a lot of trouble with Cyn for sneaking off the other night," he said shaking his head.

Unknowingly to them from the inside of Brian's storage closet an ear pressed against the wall listening carefully. The person debated whether she should leave the room or not.

"Serves you right for being a wanker," Ringo grumbled as he kept busy by playing with his many rings.

"Well aren't you in a charming mood this morning, eh?" Lennon said sarcastically. Ringo simply rolled his blue eyes insecurity overcoming him. "Lads can I ask you an honest question?"

"Only if you want a dishonest answer," grinned George between bites.

It took Ringo a couple of moment of bracing himself before he could bring himself to ask.

"Am I... Am I ugly?" He said slowly.

John and George exchanged a look before bursting out in fits of loud laughter

"Does it matter?" John said still laughing "You're a Beatle, birds will flock to you regardless of your mop, mug or trabs. Makes me regret hitching off so early," John comment before pretending to busy himself as he doodled on a random notepad from Brian's desk.

"Let's just say there's a reason why you're the funny Beatle," George said with a teasing grin. His large stained with the chocolate he was eating.

"Ya, take it from the handsome muppet ova there," John quipped returning to his usual obnoxious tone.

"It's just that, there's this one bird," Ringo began. The thought of Isabel's sly full lips made him tense up.

"She won't even bother remembering my name."

"She likes you," John said in a funny high-pitched schoolboy voice as he continued his drawing. "Probably being a tease, ya know?" He resumed normally. "Like-"

It was then that Paul walked into the office room, he removed his scarf and coat and plopped himself in a sofa near the door. The others greeted him.

"As I was saying-" Lennon continued. Adding the final touches to his artistic masterpiece.

"I'd be worried Rings- if you looked like this!" He showed off his drawing proudly.

"What is that?" George asked cocking his head in an attempt to decipher what the hell John's drawing was supposed to be.

"It's that Munter that Brian hired. I swear I've seen prettier blokes in drag," he gagged as he looked at the drawing.

The hideous drawing consisted in a dark deformed scribble with massive glasses that fell off the sides of the face followed by hair sticking out in all directions. In all honesty it looked like nothing but a random scribble.

"Exactly!" Ringo exclaimed as a brick of realization hit him. "What if I I'm the munter of the band?"

George rolled his eyes and told him to shut up growing annoyed of Ringo's insecure whining.

"It's the nose isn't it?" He retorted sadly as he touched his face.

"Your beak is fine," John rolled his eyes dramatically.

"That monster on the other hand? It has to be born again, just to look barely decent," John snorted cruelly.

George couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. John was just too much sometimes. Ringo sulked and Paul remained quiet his hand pressed to his mouth in a pensive matter.

"Eh? What's up with you Macca?" John asked as he noticed his uncharacteristic behavior.

Unknowingly to the men un the room, in the door opposite to them Sage leaned against her desk a hand brought to her mouth in horror as she attempted to quiet down her gasp. She couldn't believe what she had just heard... She knew she was ugly, as previously stated it was something that people would not allow her to forget; however, for John to be such a pig...

She had no idea just how cruel he could be. For a moment her insecurities consumed her, and she wondered if that was just the way that everyone was to her behind her back. She wiped off the fat tears that were beginning to stream down her face and she took in some deep breaths.

It was then that Brian stepped inside of the storage closet and handed her the unbroken chair he had promised her.

"Fellas, this will be Sage's new office," Brian announced.

It was at the tip of her tongue. It was about to slip. Five characters, four letters, two precious words. It was as easy as that: I quit.

When the four men met her eyes and saw her red cheeks and agape mouth, they knew that she had heard them. Her brows were in a frown and her eyes were the same as her glasses. Broken.

Without another word she scurried out of the office. "Think she heard us?" George said swiftly as he finished his chocolate bar. It seemed as if his voice was clouded with the slightest concern. John rolled his eyes and crumpled his drawing tossing it at him like a ball. Paul still remained pensive with his hand covering his mouth. Ringo was too busy sulking. Outside Isabel couldn't resist taunting Sage.

"Gone so soon?" She purred as she sat looking pretty with an empty desk.

Sage stopped in her tracks and couldn't help but to smirk at Isabel.

"I hope you enjoy your taunting Isabel, because when the times comes to balance accounts and work with taxes. Maybe I'll still be ugly, but I know you'll definitely be fired," Sage smiled shrugging her shoulders before walking a little taller.

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