Belladonna Dwale (belladonnadwale) wrote,
Belladonna Dwale
belladonnadwale

04.05.05

My first Slash fic! *tear!* Good times...

I came up with the idea when I saw this little girl riding her bike in circles in her driveway (sometime last month) but it's taken forever to write. I'm still not happy with it but I don't think I can get it perfect.

Title: Hey Jules
Pairing: John/Paul (implied)
Rating: G
Summary: November of '68 - Five year old Julian is trying to run away. 613 words



His real name was Julian but everyone called him Jules. He was five years old and could ride his bicycle without training wheels. Right now he was riding his bicycle in circles at the end of his driveway. He had a backpack on his back and tears streamed down his face. He wanted to go home back to his mum’s house.

Jules’s father, John Lennon, was in London that day recording with his band, the Beatles. He had left Jules in the care of Yoko Ono while he was in London that day. Jules didn’t like Yoko. He thought she looked like a dragon lady. She also scared him because she was so quiet all the time.

Jules was running away from his dad’s house to go back home to his mum. The only problem was getting out. He was trapped because at the end of the driveway was a huge wrought iron gate at the end of the driveway. Also, Jules knew he wasn’t allowed to go past it on his bicycle without a grown up. So now he was stuck riding his bicycle in circles.

Hours passed and it began to grow dark. Finally a car came up to the driveway gate. It had lots of flowers painted on it and Jules knew it was his dad’s. He rode his bicycle to the side and his dad drove in and stopped the car. Jules could see his “uncle” Paul from his dad’s band and the two got out of the car.

“Hey Jules,” said John. “What are you doing, son?”

Jules sniffled but didn’t say anything.

“Going to see a girlfriend?” asked Paul.

Jules shook his head and made a face. “Girls are yucky,” he said.

“You’ll think differently when you’re older,” said Paul.

“Unless you’re like Brian or Paulie!” cackled John.

Paul’s face became sad and forced a laugh.

“You know you love me,” John said in a mocking tone as he kissed Paul roughly on the cheek.

Paul looked down at the ground.

John took no notice of it. “Come on, Jules. We’ll put your bicycle in the boot,” said John.

Jules shook his head.

“Come on, Jules,” said John. “It’s almost dinner time. We need to go and eat now.”

Jules shook his head again so John lifted him off the bicycle and set him down next to it. He then wheeled it over to the boot of the car and tried to get it in.

“You alright, Jules?” asked Paul. He knelt down so that he was at eyelevel with him.

Jules shook his head no and sniffled. “I want to go home to mum. Daddy hurt her. I want to be with her and take care of her.” He sobbed. “It’s all my fault.”

Paul pulled out a pocket handkerchief and gave it to Jules and hugged the crying child. “No, Jules, it’s not your fault. Sometimes grown ups do stupid things. And she’s not the only one that he hurt. He hurt you too, didn’t he?”

Jules nodded.

Paul hugged him tightly, “He hurt me too.” A tear fell down his cheek and onto Jules’s forehead.

“All set,” said John, closing the boot. “Come on. Let’s go up to the house and get dinner.”

Paul nodded, wiped his eyes, and looked at Jules, “Want to sit with me on the ride up, Jules?”

Jules nodded and followed Paul to the car and climbed into his lap in the passenger seat. John got into the driver’s side.

“Hey, Paul, why don’t you sing Jules that song you wrote for him? You know the one,” said John.

Paul nodded and began singing, "Hey Jules, don’t make it bad…"
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