Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)
Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)
POV: Third-person, Scarlett, Star & Roger
Warning: This chapter will briefly talk about abuse, losing someone close, substance abuse & Death this could be triggering for some readers so please read at your own risk
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Sometime in December of 2019
As Scarlett Walker walks home, she starts to listen to a playlist of her favorite bands. Her music got interrupted by a text from her mother. In all caps, it stated, "Scarlett Marie Walker get your ass home this instant!"
"I'm only a few blocks away," Scarlett texted back. She rolls her eyes when she read the text. Help! by the Beatles started to play as she walked into her house. Her mother gave a ferrous expression while Scarlett paused her form of therapy.
"You're failing Biology!" Her mother screamed.
"Not a 'hey Scarlett, how was your day?'," Scarlett sarcastically said.
"You are going to fix your grades, or you're not going to see that Queen concert on Saturday," Her mother stated.
"Mom, those tickets were a fortune, and it's Thursday! I can't bring my grade up until Monday," Scarlett yelled.
"Well, you shouldn't be failing in the first place. I'm giving the tickets to your sister, and that's final," Her mother said.
"It's not my fault that my teacher didn't teach me." Scarlett protested.
"You're not going. That's final. Maybe if you didn't lock yourself in your room, just laying there and watching Queen and Beatles documentaries instead of doing your homework. We wouldn't be having this conversation." Her mother shouted. Scarlett ran to her room with rage and locked her door. She started to play her playlist again, and Yellow Submarines by The Beatles came on. I wish my mom understood me. Why can't I live in a decade that I belong in? She thought, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. She placed her back gently against her Queen poster and started to do her homework. Then her sister, Vivian, walked into her room, rubbing in that she was going to see Adam Lambert. She doesn't even like Queen. She thinks she's going to an Adam Lambert concert. Scarlett thought to herself while rolling her eyes. Then she went back to doing her homework. She just wanted to go to the concert and listen to her favorite songs. Scarlett worked hard for those tickets, she had to do some extra chores, babysitting, animal sitting, house sitting, and a few more odd jobs, so she could get those tickets. Scarlett always loved The Beatles and Queen, she loves Roger Taylor from Queen and wanted to meet him so bad, but now that is just a dream. For the Beatles, she loves John Lennon and wishes she could go back in time to meet him. Although Roger and John were her favorites, she loved all the Queen and Beatles members' equality, but if she could just meet one from each band, it would be Roger Taylor and John Lennon. Scarlett was the youngest but had the oldest soul in her family. Both of her parents are in their late 30s early 40s. In contrast, She and her sister are in their early 20s, late-teens. Scarlett is almost 17, but she would rather be older. So she could live through her adulthood in the 70s-80s.
Later that night...
Scarlett was on her porch listening to her music and stargazing. She and her friends did that before they all moved away. Scarlett is a military kid, and all of her friends are too. That's how they met in a small community center room for all the military kids. They all moved away, and she hadn't heard or seen them since then. She will get an occasional text message from them, but that's it. Her friend's parents all got deployed in different time zones, and they all decided to go with their parents. Because of that, none of them could talk to each other anymore. She doesn't have that many friends around her, just her internet friends, with whom she had never had a physical interaction at all, only online. As she was looking at the sky, and she noticed how beautiful the stars were, her mom came storming in, drunk, as always, and told her to clean up her room. Even though her room was spic and span, then her mom trashed it by throwing things. Her mom became a nighttime alcoholic soon as her dad got deployed, and Scarlett was closer to her dad than her mom, so they were never a great mix. As soon as her mom left, she cleaned the mess that her mother had made, and Scarlett wished that her life was different and she could have her role models in her life like her friends. After she cleaned her room, she grabbed her stuff from the porch and went to bed, dreading for the next day to occur. As Scarlett woke up, she went down to grab something to eat and saw her mother passed out on the couch with a bottle of Russin Vodka in her hand and munchies in the other.
"She has been out for an hour," Vivian said, coming from the laundry room. Scarlett sighed and now knew she had to walk to school.
"We had a choice to go with dad, but she said no," Scarlett's voice broke, "But she didn't want to go and blame us."
"Dad deployment is almost over," Her sister looked at her. Scarlett shook her head and walked away to finish getting ready. She started to walk on a cold December day. I'm getting my license in a few more months. She thought to herself in the cold as her fingertips were freezing over. She ran to school, and made it before the first bell rang, then she started her day off. During the day, Scarlett was quiet and thinking about how she wished all of her wishes from the night before came true. How she would live in the 70s and 80s because she thinks that's where she belongs. How she would love to have the Beatles and Queen members in her life as friends, so she didn't feel lonely and to have friends to do the things she loves to do. It was the 5th period of the day, and Scarlett was called down to the office. It was her sister. She had to drive from college to bring her home. The car ride was quiet, and when the two girls got home, Scarlett noticed a police car and another car that she had not seen before. Scarlett and Vivian walked in, and their mother, a police officer, and an Army man were all in the living room.
"The Walker family?" The Army man spoke after they were told to sit.
"That is us," Scarlett's mother said.
"I am so sorry for your loss, Admiral Stephen Walker died in action," The army man told the family.
Scarlett's POV
"I am so sorry for your loss, Admiral Stephen Walker died in action," The army man said. My heart dropped. I was just told that my only favorite person on this planet had died. I can't breathe. I can't do anything. I just dropped on the floor in tears. When I finally had the strength, I ran to my room and locked myself in there. Then all of my Military kid friends started to text me hearing about the news. I just wanted to go back in time when I could grieve in peace without my so-called friends texting me from all different time zones. My mom broke my door drunk again but this time with white power on her nose. Not only did she drink about my dad's death, but she also started to snort drugs. I just wish that I had grown up already and left her and this place behind me.
Days later...
I didn't go to school for a couple of days. I just couldn't get out of my bed. I felt stuck. The only time I got out of my bed was when I went to the bathroom. It's been a week, the funeral is tomorrow, and I'm not ready to say goodbye to my dad, but I have to. I've been listening to my Beatles and Queen mix and watching old interviews, and that helped a bit, but it was more like a distraction than anything else. I started to hear banging from downstairs, and I thought it was time to face my demons, so I got out of my bed. I went downstairs, and my mom was passed on the couch with more than one bottle of booze and some drugs on the table. Is this her way of coping?! Vivian started to come upstairs from the basement with filled boxes.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You finally got out of your room, Scar," She hugged me, "I'm still moving to Virginia for my job."
"What?" I said Vivian is still moving from Washington to Virginia after we bury our father.
"I need this job, and it's hard to live here," She leaned to me and whispered, "With mom getting worse, dad passing and all."
"So you're leaving me," I said. I can't live with my mom if so then I will add more than 2 hinges on my door.
"Scar, you know this was going to happen one day, but I need to finish packing. I'm leaving in 4 days," she said then started to finish packing.
The Next Day...
It's the day, the day I have been dreading for a week but I knew it would come. Today is my father's funeral, so I'll give my mom some credit for being sober, but not for long. My sister was already packed and only had today's outfit and tomorrow's, she wanted to leave a couple of days early. As the day went on, I learned it was harder than I thought. We had to be in front of the casket for the viewing, and I just wanted to run until I couldn't anymore. Everyone paid their respects and we finished the day. At the lunch-in, everyone tried to make me do anything besides sit there, eating with music blasting in my ears. As I was eating, I noticed that my mom made her way to the bar, that's not going to end well. Vivian walked up to me and pulled out an earbud.
"You know shutting everyone out is not going to help you," She said.
"Neither is moving away," I said, "And drinking and doing drugs but we all have our ways of coping."
"Okay, moving away is a bad move and mom has a drug and alcohol problem that she should fix," Vivian started. We both looked at our mother, "We should go grab her before she fucks this up."
Vivian and I agreed and walked to my mother, one took the drink and one shoved water in her throat.
"You are not getting drunk or high today, this is not the time or the place to do so," Vivian said shoving the water down our mother's mouth. To be honest, it was funny to see my mom trying to fight with us, as Vivian is easily shoving water down her throat, I ran to the bar and gave back the drink.
"If that woman comes back up here for an alcoholic beverage, refuse and give her a soda or water," I pointed to my mom with Vivian still shoving the water down her throat. I'm guessing the Bartender knew why because we were making her sober up.
Later that night...
All my "friends" left without a text, call, or even a goodbye, I found out by Snapchat. My mom went back to doing her nightly routine of drinking and my sister went to bed early because she was moving tomorrow. God, I wish I could live a life I want and where I'm crying happy tears not sad, or hanging out with my friends knowing they are my real friends not fake, to not have an alcoholic mother, a self-centered sister, and A not dead father. I wish I lived in a decade that I fit in to, I wish I had a main best friend that will be like a sibling to me, I wish I didn't live this life and lived a better one, I wish my life wasn't so Shitty. But only one could hope but in my case, that is not going to be true, but I can only dream, hope, and Wish.
The Next Day...
My sister left early this morning, just a note of her goodbyes and what she wanted to say but couldn't do face to face. I had my first day back at school, it went quick thank god but it felt long since it's school. I closed my door and played my Daily playlist from Spotify and looked at all the homework I have from not going to school for over a week. I opened my computer to start my work.
"SCARLETTTTT!" I heard my mother scream, what is the bullshit of today? She opened my door and grabbed me by my hair and pulled me downstairs to her mess from last night.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE CLEANING THIS!" She screamed in my ear.
"And I said I'm not cleaning your drunken mess because you're a drunken slob," I said with an annoyed and sarcastic tone, what happens next I didn't expect. She started to hit me, I dogged some of the hits and punches but she punched me in the face and started to scream at me. After she passed out from the drugs I ran to the bathroom and locked the door to see one of my hazel eyes starting to swell to show my new black eye and my brown hair covering my new cuts and welts that she gave me.
Later that night...
I watched the stars and talked to my dad or said things to the air, hoping he would hear me from heaven.
"She lost it," I said, "Dad, she hit me, and her drinking got worse and she is now starting to use drugs!"
I could feel the tears falling down my cheeks, I wish I could go and never come back, I wish that I could have a life I love not loath. After I washed myself up, I ran to my room and started to pack. I'm done. I want to run and never come back. I plan to leave at midnight and escape and probably live with Viv. If she lets me stay, if I can get there before my mom notices, I'll give it 2 months. I started to play a random playlist from Spotify. Once I had finished packing, I quietly walked downstairs, I stole my mother's keys. I have been getting ready to take my permit test, so I know the basics of driving. It's foggy, plus a bit icy but I should be fine, I started the car and drove to my sweet freedom. As I started to go, the light turned yellow, I pressed on the gas trying to make it before the light turned red. I wasn't fast enough and a big flash blinded my eyes before a car had collided with me and the next thing I knew everything was black...
Third-Person POV
As Scarlett closed her eyes, everything in that life had ended but her life had just begun. Once Scarlett closed her eyes, she saw an old face. It's the same face she has but instead of Brown hair and Hazel eyes, she has blonde hair and gold eyes.
"Star?" Scarlett's eyes fixated on her old imaginary childhood best friend. Star smiled, as Scarlett ran up and hugged her. Scarlett thought it was weird that one minute she was feeling the car hit her and the next she was able to hug her imaginary best friend. The two caught up and Scarlett ranted on how much her life had gone to shit. Star asked Scarlett one simple thing, "What would you wish to do about this?"
"Honestly, I would love to live a life that The Beatles and Queen were still around," Scarlett sighed and went on about all of her wishes to live in another generation. Scarlett thought it was a little weird that she is having a dream about Star. Since Star has not been thought of since Scarlett was nine years old.
December 13th, 1968- Scarlett's POV
"Is she alright?" I heard.
"She hasn't woken up yet," I heard a more feminine voice say. I started to open my eyes, at first everything was blurry, then my eyesight started to clear up. I looked around, nothing looked up to date, everything looked like it came straight out of the 1960s. I turned around and saw a group of people quietly arguing outside of the room, I examined them trying to make out the faces. I moved a bit and sat up to examine the room some more.
"Scarlett?" I heard someone with a British accent say, I turned around to see a blonde, she has green eyes and her hair was in a messy bun, soon as I responded to my name she ran up and hugged me, "Thank god you're awake!"
For some sick reason, I'm relieved that some stranger is hugging me and is happy that I'm awake.
"Um... Not wanting to be rude or anything but who are you, may I ask," I asked, noticing that I too have a British accent.
"Scarlett, it's me, Elaina, your flatmate," She softly uttered, as I got more confused about the whole situation.
"I have a flatmate? For what?" I asked with more confusion in my life.
"For college, we bought a flat together in 1967, after our sophomore year."
"Wait for what? What day is it?"
"It's Friday, December 13th,1968, you're a senior in Uni."
What?! The last time I checked It was 2019 and I am a junior in high school.
"What happened," I tried to puzzle together what is happening.
"You had a basketball game yesterday, you were driving to dinner and got into a car crash, you were taken to the hospital right away. We were told that you had hit your head when the collision had happened but you have no other injuries. You've been out since," Elaina told me. That explains why I woke up with a splitting headache.
"Do you remember anything at all?" Elaina asked me. To think about it, I had a weird dream before I woke up. I had gotten into a car crash in 2019, passed out and suddenly I was in the 1960s! Well the late 1960s, but all my wishes came true I escaped my mother, but I have no clue what went on in this life, so I played the amnesia card. We talked before nurses and doctors rushed in. Elaina had to step out as I got examined by the doctor and got asked loads of questions. The doctors left with Elaina walking back in, she sat on my bedside and smiled.
"I have a question," I looked at a nervous Elaina.
"What's up," Elaina smiled at me.
"When is my birthday? What major am I? Where do we go to school? What's my middle name?" I started to ask questions about myself.
"Your birthday is February 22nd, 1947. Your full name is Scarlett Rosemarie Walker. Your major is Apparel Designer and we go to Ealing College of Art." Elaina answered. My birthday is right, but my middle name is different. Back in 2019, my middle name was Marie, here it's Rosemarie. The Doctor walked back in reading his notes.
"I have good news and bad news," He said.
"Bad news first," I asked, I always like to hear the bad news before the good.
"You have a concussion and total Amnesia. We don't know if you're going to get your memory back," He then turned into Elaina, "Start telling her memories but give her all the important information first."
Elaina nodded to the doctor.
"The good news is that you don't have short-term memory loss or anything broken," the doctor said, turning to me, "I might release you tonight or tomorrow morning. Depending on how fast the paperwork can get processed. If your head is in unbearable pain come here, but if you have just a headache take aspirin. If you get any memory back don't hesitate to call here's my card."
"Thank you, doctor," I smiled, grabbing the card. The doctor smiled then walked out and I looked at Elaina, "Do I have a family, like a mother, father, or siblings?"
I mean if I'm probably going to live here forever I might need to know this information.
"Yes, but you and your mother never got along, because she was an abusive junkie," Elaina said, Yay the worst part of my life is in this one, "But she died because of an overdose when you were 15. Your father died when you were 14 and you were close to him, He died serving a tour."
The worst parts of my life are here but are my sister in this life as well?
"Siblings?" I asked.
"You have an older sister, six older brothers, and a twin sister," Elaina nodded. So apparently I have more siblings in this life, sweet.
"What are their names and oldest to youngest?" I asked.
"Your sister, Venessa is the oldest out of all of you guys, she's turning 36 in three days. Your brother Stuart is technically your honorary brother but you always said he's your brother. He's 28 and lives in Germany. Your brother Richard is also your honorary brother but yet again, he's your brother, he's also 28. Your brother John is also honorary but also was your legal guardian until you were 18, he's 28 as well. Your brother Paul is also an honorary brother, he's 26. Your last honorary brother, George, is 25, your birthdays are close to each other. Your only biological brother, Payton is a few months older than you, he's 22. Your twin Star is the younger twin out of you two. You're both 21," Elaina responded, "It's funny because you and Star are identical twins but act nothing alike and look somewhat different, one chooses Apparel design, and the other chooses Journalism. Star has blond hair while you have brown hair and she has gold eyes while you have hazel eyes."
"Does Star know about the accident?" I asked.
"Yes, all of your siblings know. Well, the ones that live here at least...Star and the lads have been with you since they arrived. I told them to go home and freshen up. They should be coming back anytime now," Elaina answered.
"I'm tired, I'm going back to sleep now... but thank you it's nice to meet you," I smiled.
"Night Scar," Elaina smiles, then got up and walked out as I fell back asleep.
Later...
I shifted to my side, I heard talking, the voices sounded similar. I heard footsteps and felt people sitting around me. My eyes opened once more and I noticed four very familiar faces. I'm in shock, the four men on my bed are the Beatles. All with caring and soft looks. I'm my past life John Lennon and George Harrison was dead and now they're looking at me, sitting on my bed! My inner Beatles fan started to thrive just from them looking at me, I wanted to do it burst and tell them how much I loved them but sadly I had to pull the amnesia card on them too.
"Umm... who are you lots?" I coughed.
"Told you she wouldn't remember you lots. What do you idiots not understand when they said she has amnesia," I heard a girl's voice as I turned around and there was the imaginary best friend I had dreamt about before I woke up into this madness.
"Sod off, would ya?" John rolled his eyes.
"Ummm," I coughed as John looked at me.
"Hello, I'm John Lennon. You probably don't remember right now but I'm your brother... well honorary but you just refer to me as your brother," John coughed, I love Star if she made this happen.
"How long have you known me?" I asked.
"Since you were two days old," John responded.
"Who are you three?" I asked, I can't believe I just asked the Beatles who they are! Of course, I know who they are!
"I'm Paul, I've known you since you were 10," Paul smiled, "I'm also one of your brothers."
"Ringo, I have known you since you were 15," Ringo chirped, "You were the first to welcome me into the group."
"I'm George," George shyly said, "I've known you since you were 10, you're my little sister."
"Hi," I nervously waved at the four boys and looked at Star, "Can I talk to her in private, please?"
The four all looked at each other, nodded, and walked out, closing the door.
"Your welcome by the way," Star smirked.
"What the hell Star?" I looked at her.
"What did I do now?" Star rolled her eyes. I forward my look at her as she rolled her eyes with a smirk, "I didn't do this, this was all you, I just helped."
"Please explain how it was my fault I woke up in the 1960s," I got out of bed walking up to her.
"You started to make all these wishes during one of the busiest months in the solar calendar," Star explained, "Every time you wished about something they listened."
"And?"
"And after so many wishes and the pain you have received in the past week," Star started to explain, "All those wishes, plus your dream about me, all happened during a Solar event. Then you wished one more time then crash happened on a Friday the 13th, and someone made them all true."
"So is this just one big dream? If not, is this permanent? What happened to my life before this?" I asked with more confusion in my life.
"No, this is not one big dream and if you don't believe me, you won't feel the pain in your head and won't feel this," Star said as she kneed me in the crouch, I know girls don't have balls but it still hurts like hell and now I know this isn't a dream. Then Star continued, "Yes this is permanent, you got into a car crash in your old life, and when you were in transition, do you remember what you said?"
"I said, 'I wish I could move on and never look back," I said in a low tone.
"What else did you say?" Star asked.
"I said, 'I wish I could leave permanently and live a life I loved and no one remembers me,'" I remembered.
"Yep, so whoever did this, brought you to the 1960s so you could start your life," Star said, "And you were never born in the 21st century, that life is completely erased in this timeline."
"So how do you get wrapped around in all of this," I asked because she's the missing piece of the puzzle.
"I am your guardian angel, just kidding. I have no clue why I'm in this life, but everything happens for a reason, so I'm not complaining." Star shrugged but she was right everything does happen for a reason but you also want to be careful about what you wish for.
"But what happened to me in 2019?" I asked.
"Do you really want to know? It's depressing," Star looked at me as I nodded, "You died, the car hit you and you died. But instead of, y'know, dying, god, or whoever, sent you here in a timeline where I exist and we're the Beatles sisters. Not a bad exchange, yeah?"
"I died?!" I looked at her.
"Not here, you're alive, really alive... If you weren't then you wouldn't have the pounding headache and your crouch wouldn't now hurt because I kicked it... sorry about that... but if you still don't believe me, check your heart rate, if you're dead there won't be one," Star shrugged. I quickly checked my heart and it's beating, a bit fast since Star sent me to an anxiety attack, but it's there, so she's right. I'm very much alive.
"So let me get this straight, I kept on wishing on living in a life I belong and love in, during a busy month of something. I got into a crash, died, and when that happened it sent me to the 1960s where I already have a life?" I asked for clarification.
"Yep. Well, your 2019 crash and this car crash were Parallel. So when you crashed, you time-traveled to this life. This is a permanent switch, no going back and no more changes. So congratulations you got the life you always wanted," Star smiled, "Just try not to think that hard about it because I have no clue what just came out of my mouth."
"Okay," I sighed going back to bed, "Was kicking me in the crouch necessary?"
"Depends," Star opened the door and the lads walked back in. I sunk in my bed a bit, trying not to totally fangirl over them.
"How are you feeling?" Paul sat on my bed.
"Eh, my head hurts and I'm a bit confused but that's all," I shrugged, "Where did Elaina go?"
"She had to go and meet up with your friend group," George explained, "They're all worried about you."
"Oh... okay," I smiled. Then I heard arguing outside, I looked over and saw, in complete shock, the Freddie Mercury, but during this time he still goes by Farrokh Bulsara, fighting with a nurse or someone meanwhile Roger Taylor, yep Roger Meddows Taylor, looking at him and laughing.
"Oh for Christ's sake stop fighting she's right here," Elaina walked up and pulled them inside. Freddie's face perked up and ran to me, embracing me. At this point, I'm just dying inside from the fact this is my real life and not a dream.
"Roger and I were driving behind you and saw the car collide with yours. I kept on worrying about you until Elaina said you finally woke up today but you have amnesia," Freddie started talking fast then quietly and slowly spoke, "Right you have amnesia, you probably don't know who I am."
"Yeah, may I ask who you and Roger are?" I gave him the 'who the hell are you' look.
"I am Freddie Bulsara, I go to uni with you and we meet freshman year of university and we have been best friends ever since," Freddie's eyes broke a bit while he started to explain.
"So, Bulsara, what else do you know?" I replied with a snarky tone.
"Well, we have been through thick and thin since we met."
"Okay, I believe you, but who is he," I pointed to Roger.
"Oh that's Roger, He and I are planning to open a little store in Kensington market."
"May I ask why he's here?"
"Still don't like me even without your memories, princess?" Roger smirked as Elaina and Star elbowed him.
"Shush," The two girls looked at him.
"He's been worrying about you too, just being a prick at the moment," Freddie said.
"When is he not?" John scoffed as Roger tensed up.
"Well, we were driving to dinner last night. We were going to try to make you two get along and get to know each other properly," Freddie explained.
"Why?" I asked.
"I think you two will like each other, mostly because your personalities are somewhat alike," Freddie whispered so the lads didn't hear him, "Enough about that how do you feel?"
"Confused," I laughed a bit.
"Hey guys, have you told your partners that she's awake?" Star coughed as the lads' eyes widened.
"We'll be right back," they smiled and quickly walked out.
"I have to call the Liverpool siblings on what's going on, you two coming?" Star looked at Freddie and Elaina.
"Oh, yeah," The two smiled and walked out leaving me in the same room with Roger. It was quiet and awkward, I examined his style. Looks nothing like any of the pictures I have seen from the early years. He has short hair, looks a bit longer from the mop-top style. He tried his best not to stare but kept on looking my way and looking off. I didn't know what to do, but words escaped my mouth before I thought anything through.
"Hello, I'm Scarlett," I smiled then coughed.
"I know, I've known you for a few months now," Roger smiled, as I got a bit embarrassed, "Not to mention I saw you crash your car. That thing is Totaled."
"Right, forgot," I quickly said. Forgetting that I have "Amnesia" then I realized what I said. I grabbed my pillow and buried my head in it to hide my embarrassment from Roger.
"Yeah, that's the main symptom of Amnesia," Roger laughed, as I awkwardly laughed, getting my head out of the pillow. It wasn't long before everyone started to come back in. We talked a bit, I started to warm up to the group. After a couple of minutes, My head exploded, all my life I wanted to see Queen in concert and cry when the hologram Freddie goes on and see Roger looking like Santa, now I am in the same room with Freddie Bulsara, Freddie Mercury in two years, and Roger Taylor who doesn't have a dad vibe yet. Not to mention I lived in a generation where John Lennon died almost 40 years ago and he's sitting on my bed, talking about memories we shared growing up. Plus George Harrison has been dead since my existence but right now, he's adding onto John's stories and laughing along.
"You were at the Beatles' first gig, I reckon you were 9 about to be 10 in a few days," John said talking about my history with the Beatles.
"How did I meet all of you guys?" I asked the lads.
"We live next to each other, your family is well known in Liverpool but your dad and my mum went to school together. Then your dad moved right next to my aunt Mimi. When you and Star came home from the hospital your dad brought me over and I got to hold you two. You met Paul when I met him back in 1957, you were 10. Then when George joined, it was the same thing, you and Star told me to give the lad a chance," John shifted his spot on my bed, so I practically grew up with the Beatles, sweet! Then John finished saying when I met Ringo, "Then, in 1962, you were 15, you met Ringo, I was you and Star's legal guardian by then, and you two traveled around with us."
"You and Star are our little sisters, while we are your older brothers, it's always been like that. Our family, that we have going on, is the most important thing to me in the world." John smiled.
"To all of us," Ringo, George, and Paul added. Must. Not. Go. In. Fangirl. Panic.
"Aww...were important to you lots," Star teasingly interrupted.
Minutes later...
We talked a bit more then I heard a knock, I turned around to see Pattie Harrison, Maureen Starkey, Linda Eastman, and Yoko Ono, along with Brian May and Tim Staffell. Bri's hair isn't big and puffy like it is known for. Pattie and Maureen ran up and hugged me with Brian and Tim.
"Ummm...." I coughed.
"She has amnesia, she can't remember you lots," Star coughed. The four backed off as I smiled, trying to be nice. I examined them and seeing Roger and Brian in person, I can see Brian is taller than Roger by a lot more than I thought.
"Hey, Scarlett," Brian and Tim shyly waved at the same time, Tim walked over to me and added, "You don't remember me but we're high school best friends. I'm Tim, and over there is Brian."
"Hi," I smiled, I don't really know what to say, "Nice to meet you guys... all over again."
"Hey Scar, I'm Pattie your sister-in-law. I'm George's wife, I've known you since you were 17," Pattie welcomely smiles.
"Hi," I shyly wave, she's much more beautiful in person than the pictures from the internet.
"Hey Scarlett, I'm Maureen but you usually called me Mo. I'm Ringo's wife, we met when we were both 15/16," Maureen smiled, she seemed more beautiful but also very intimidating.
"Hi," I repeated.
"What do you know, or was told?" Brian asked.
"My name is Scarlett, my birthday is February 22nd, they're my brothers, that's my twin, you guys are my friends and they're my sister-in-law," I pointed to everyone, "And Elaina mentioned something about having a sister named Venessa and brothers named Payton and Stuart."
"That's pretty much it," Tim shrugged.
A few minutes later...
Everyone had to leave, so the doctors could check me out, some tests got ran. The doctors left but not too long after Star walked back in.
"Everyone else had to go, they promised to be back later," Star half-smiled walking in and closing the door, "Your crotch feeling better?"
"You had to kick me there?" I groaned.
"It was the only way to show it's not a dream!" Star shrugged, bouncing on my bed, "Anything you want to know?"
"How come you know I time jumped but no one else does?" I looked at her.
"Simple, in 1947 when we got popped out, you were already from 2019, I went with you knowing the same knowledge. When you got into the crash, I fell asleep waiting for you to wake up and got the knowledge. We're twins, we're connected but as time went on we slowly forgot about the future. I guess this is a reset button," Star shrugged, "But enough about that mumbo jumbo I'm sure if we keep on talking about it we'll get caught and who knows what happens there. Anything else you want to know?"
"Earlier Elaina told me we have a brother, Stuart... am I missing something because last time I checked the only Stuart they knew that lived in Germany died on April 10th, 1961," I looked at Star.
"Funny story, due to our existence we saved Stu. We broke up the fight that later on killed him just in time before any brain damage occurred," Star shrugged.
"Really? That's amazing what happened after?" I asked.
"Well months later Stu and Astrid got married, and just like your previous timeline they came along for the ride but they haven't visited since July of '67. We all went on a family trip, they came but that was the last we'd seen them. They call frequently but stopped visiting, every time we invite them over here, they always find some form of an excuse not to come," Star explained.
"What about the Beatles? How are we with them?" I asked.
"Really well. Also...Umm, you see... in the early years when John had just got custody of us and on, they had some separation anxiety with us... so we had to get a title because the fans constantly kept on attacking us... were known as The Beatle Twins, John's idea for the name. It's just assuring the fans we are their sisters and nothing more," Star smiled but I could tell at the end it was fake but I left it, "But we're really close with them, they're all we have left. Yes, sure there's Payton and Venessa but they're in Liverpool and the lads were always there for us this past decade and on."
"What about us and the Beatles girls?" I asked.
"We got along pretty well with Mo, Cyn, and Pattie. We were fine with Jane at first but as her relationship started to crumble our friendship did as well. We kinda just met Yoko and Linda so no comment there but in all, they're just glad your okay," Star softly smiled while gently touching my arm, this set some form of a reaction. I screamed in pain, holding my head as a memory appeared... I was little and Star was next to me, we were walking to some house. Star knocked on a door and John opened the door...
"Scar? Are you okay?!" Star gave a concerning and worried face.
"I'm actually better than okay! I remembered something!" I looked at Star, whose face was just brightened by the news.
"Stay here let me get the doctor!" Star rushed out with excitement and rushed back in with the doctor. I told them what happened.
"What exactly do you remember?" Star asked as the doctor was examining me for like the fourth time today.
"Us, when we were little, walking to John's then he opened the door when you knocked on it," I explain the memory as I'm replaying it in my head.
"This is normal, every case is different and for some, they will have physical pain while unlocking memories," the doctor explained to me and Star, we thanked them and they walked out.
"I feel like that is something I should tell the others... eh they'll figure it out," Star talked to herself.
Later (Star's POV)...
I'm outside smoking a bifter, it's a joint that has the strength of a cigarette. Scarlett fell asleep, feeling a little tired from everyone testing her and whatnot. Everyone started to walk back over, John realized I was smoking something, he ran over, smacked the bifter out of my hand, and stomped on it.
"What the fuck!" I glared.
"Are you trying to kill yourself?! You know you can't fucking smoke tobacco!" John snapped at me.
"It's weed dipshit," I looked at him.
"Why are you smoking weed?" John started.
"Listen I don't have the time nor the energy but I have important news. Scarlett got a memory," I stated.
"Really?!" John, George, Ringo, Paul, Roger, Elaina, Tim, Freddie, and Brian were all amused.
"Not all happy, she got physical pain from it, she screamed in pain then got the most vivid memory she could get," I rolled my eyes, everyone's face's dropped.
"Is she okay?" Roger worried, surprisingly.
"You know for a girl you fucking hate so much, you're really concerned for her," I crossed my arms glaring at Roger.
Roger's POV
"You know for a girl you fucking hate so much, you're really concerned for her," Scarlett's twin sister, Star, said crossing her arms. To be fair I don't actually hate Scarlett, I just love pissing her off. I don't know why but I have the urge to protect her, it's probably because Scarlett has been my celebrity crush since I was 15. I never really had the chance to actually talk to her before since the first time we met didn't go so great. But I always get this feeling around her that I just can't ignore.
"Yes, I am. She's a likable person," I responded.
Star's POV
"Never to you," I rolled my eyes, "Anyways, just be careful, I just touched her arm and she got a memory."
"Got it," They all said, we started to head to Scarlett's room and Elaina tapped my shoulder.
"You moving in soon?" Elaina asked.
"Not now," I rolled my eyes.
"Star, I still would like you to be our new flatmate and it would be nice if you lived with me and Scar to help her," Elaina looked at me.
"Yeah, but it would be too much to have Scar in her condition and me moving in," I looked at Elaina.
"You're fine, it would help her. You also have to start to move somewhere because after this semester you don't have a dorm." Elaina protested, a little too loudly since when we walked into Scarlett's room, everyone looked at me. Scarlett was awake and talking to the doctor about something.
"You could be discharged by tonight if everything goes well," The doctor said.
"Thank you," Scarlett smiled, the doctor left while everyone still looked at me.
"So what is this about Star moving in?" Scarlett looked at me and Elaina.
"Not-" I started.
"She was going to move in today but now refusing. But if not, she's going to be homeless," Elaina pointed to me.
"I am not going to be homeless," I said with frustration.
"Star, you are moving in and that's final," Scarlett looked at me.
"Someone is getting bossy like old times," John laughed taking a seat.
Scarlett's POV
"Why did the doctor come in?" Tim jumped on my bed.
"Told me I can go home. They checked and everything is fine besides the concussion and amnesia. So I'm allowed home," I shrugged, "But I need a change of clothes."
"On it," Star walked out with Elaina following her and bickering about something.
That Night...
I'm changed and waiting for the discharge papers to go through. I got my bag of things but I figured I'll go through it later. For past time, everyone is all telling stories, probably hoping I will get my memory back.
"Remember when you two pushed us into the pool," George said, "And we were in clothes for a photoshoot."
"How could I forget your faces were priceless," Star laughed.
"You and Star photobombed our photoshoot," John looked at me.
"May I hear the story?" I said, I kinda wanted to know what we did. John rubbed his chin and started to tell the story.
Flashback: John's POV (John)
(We had to do a photoshoot for some bloody magazine. They wanted poolside pictures, you and Star were god knows where...)
"Smile boys," the photographer said, "John, you need to give me more of a smile."
(They were annoying not going to lie but what you two did next was funny.)
As soon as the photographer said that, the girls walked out in bathing suits.
"John doesn't smile," Scarlett said, dropping her towel on a chair.
"Why aren't they in a pool," Star asked, "It's a very boring poolside if they aren't in the pool."
What are they about to do I thought to myself as they walked closer to the photographer.
"Scarlett Walker," Scarlett put her hand out for the Photographer.
"CANNONBALL!" Star screamed then a huge slash hit me and the boys.
"They can't get wet," The photographer freaked out.
"Why? To make the pictures boring?" Scarlett jumped in the pool by a backflip. She had a bigger splash because the water hit her on the front side.
(By this time we are soaked and the photographer is freaking out.)
"See, now they are perfect for the poolside," Scarlett said as we saw Star in the corner of our eye and she pushed Paul and George in the pool. Scarlett was laughing her ass off, and the photographer was mortified.
"You are dead," Paul said to Star as she is laughing still on the ground.
"Am I though?" Star said, then jumped in, "You guys look like you're having fun."
"Come on John and Ringo," Scarlett said, "Don't make Star push you guys in too."
(Scarlett kept on asking a few more times but then the photographer was said, 'No, they cant get wet')
"Oh shut it, the other two are already in the pool," Scarlett said to the Photographer. Then she got out of the pool and pushed me and Ringo in, then she jumped in.
(The Photographer took pictures of us in the pool and then left. Then we stayed in there for a bit)
Flashback ended (Scarlett POV)
"You guys had fun," Star told, "You were in the pool for hours."
"You still pushed us in the pool," George said, "But why me and Paul first."
"Because you guys were sitting on the end of the diving board," Star laughed.
"Hey, I can't remember anything so don't ask me why I pushed you two in," I chuckled.
"You probably pushed them in because they were being buzzkills," Star joked. It wasn't long before I was free, I got into Star's light blue 1966 mustang with a white convertible top. We drove to this building, I followed the girls up as they talked. We got to the third floor then walked down the hall to the door that has '3W' on it. We walked into a mini hallway, it ended at the living room, across from us is the entrance to the kitchen, on the wall to our left has three doors and on our right has two doors. The last wall, it's filled with mostly windows. There's a little high rise with a piano near the windows. The couch is in the center of the room, with two chairs on each side. The coffee table is located at the center of the couch and chairs while the television is between two doors and parallel to the couch. I walked into the kitchen, when I first walk in there is a bench attached to the wall, with the bench there is the kitchen table and two seats across from the bench plus a chair at the head of the table. A few feet from the dining area is the actual kitchen, the left wall has a few countertop cabinets and cupboards with the stove in the middle. The wall parallel to the bench has a window in the middle, below the window is the sink, with countertop cabinets on both sides. The right wall is more countertop cabinets and cupboards with the fridge parallel to the stove. I was next shown my room, once I walk in I saw my bed and nightstand against the parallel wall, at the end of my room had a little loft area, on one side was my vanity and on the other side was the closet door. In the loft, there is a couch bed. My dressers were on the same wall as the door and there was this small empty space of the wall that has art supplies in front. I looked around, and the wall above my bed had pictures hung up with lights around them. There is one picture of John, his sister Julia, Star, and me all at some park playing, there is another one of a teenage me and Star with John in the middle of us then there is one of me, Freddie, Tim, and Elaina in front of Ealing College of Art. I looked around to learn more about my new life, with this overwhelming starstruck feeling taking over my body.
