George didn't know what tore him apart more, the explosive kiss she gave him at the airport could be their first and last kiss or the fact he heard her gut-wrenching sobs over the phone. Rachel. His angel. His girlfriend. His everything. George was just so used to her laughing, smiling, giggling that he wasn't used to her crying. George wished he was right there at that moment instead of Maureen. George wished that he wasn't thousands of fucking kilometers away from her.

And now, the woman that caused his angel so much misery was talking to him over the phone.

"She is going to forget about you, Paul, and John. She is going to start a new life here in the USA where she'll be happy."

George snorted. "Happy? Do you really think she'll be happy with you there, Mrs. Starkey?"

"Of course." Yoko replied, sounding as if she had memorized these lines over and over. "I'm her mother, I know what's best for her."

"Step-mother." George corrected. "Mrs. Starkey, you're holding Rach against her will there in the US. Isn't that, oh I don't know, illegal? You manipulated her and lied to her, are you sure you know what's best for her?"

Yoko barked out a laugh. "What are you going to do? Scoop her up in your white horse and ride off into the sunset, happily ever after?"

"You can't keep her forever. We're getting her back, the three of us." His voice was steady and confident.

Click.

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Using his magical Mccartney charm (McCharmly, John muttered under his breath), Paul managed to book a flight. They were heading off to Rachel in a week.

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John licked the cheese from his fingers. "Hey Macca, after we "rescue" Rachie, could we travel a bit here? Seems like a waste of a good ticket if we leave early."

Paul shrugged. "Sure John, but Rachel first then travel."

John beamed at him like an excited little kid. He kissed his cheek. "You're the greatest, Paulie."

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Paul looked at his phone then at the house. "If what Rach texted me was the correct address and not some silly autocorrect, we're standing directly in front of Maureen Cox's house."

John turned. "Hey Gear---"

George was already on the steps, knocking on the door. A thin old man opened.

"Who're you?" He asked, a gruff accent mixing his words.

"I'm George Harrison, sir."

Paul jogged up. "I'm Paul Mccartney."

John waved. "I'm John."

The old man nodded. "Mo!" He called out. Maureen came, her long ponytail swishing behind her. She stood back a bit, looking like she was examining Paul, then she grinned.

"So you're her boyfriend? You're pretty cute." She teased.

Paul blushed. "I-I'm not Rach's boyfriend. Why does everybody assume that?"

Maureen shrugged. "You're pretty much filling up her photo space in her phone and you're practically in every selfie so.. yeah."

John, who looked only a tiny bit jealous, grabbed Paul's hand and squeezed.

"I'm her boyfriend." George spoke up, hands in his pocket.

Maureen flushed, embarrased. "Oh uh sorry..." She scratched the back of her neck. "She's in the living room."

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Rachel was sleeping in the couch with a checkered black and red blanket draped over her. She looked like sleeping beauty.

Speaking of sleeping beauty...

George bent down and kissed her softly. Her eyes fluttered open. Then she smiled.

"Georgie," She whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I missed you so much..." She kissed his cheek.

George hugged her, placing his chin on the top of her head. "I miss you too, Angel."

He kissed her again. Soft, red lips against his chapped ones. Rachel didn't mind if his lips were rough. As long they were George's.

She deepened the kiss, running her fingers through his hair, tugging a bit. George bit her bottom lip, sending shivers down her spine.

"I love you," She sighed, blue eyes boring into his brown ones. "I love you I love you.."

George pecked her lips. "Love you too, angel."

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"Do you know how worried I was?" Paul scolded. "Didn't I tell you to call us everyday except when surgery?"

Rachel giggled and hugged him. Paul went silent, then he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame.

"I missed you too, Macca." Rachel ruffled his hair, knowing well that he hated her doing that.

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"Thanks for taking care of McBaby for me, Johnny." She said.

"No problem, Rachie-Wachie." John grinned at her, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

She groaned. "Ugh, change my name in your contacts will you?"

John chuckled. "Fine, what about..."

"Jus' use Rachie or whatever."

He pouted. "That's no fun, Rach. Who's your favorite Disney princess?"

She went quiet. "Oh okay uh, I think it was Rapunzel. When I was a kid I wanted to dress up like Cinderella."

"Hmm... Cinder-Rachie? Rachie-lla?"

Rachel laughed a bit then fished out her phone. John took a peek.

"What're you doing, Rachie-lla?"

She giggled. "Changing your name. Done and done!" She grinned at him.

He cocked an eyebrow. "John Lemonade? Really?"

She crossed her arms. "Then you think of something!" Her lips were formed in a pout.

John thought it was cute.

Ugh no not cute! He grumbled in his head.

He filled his head with pictures of James Paul Mccartney, hoping that it would work.

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Rachel hugged Maureen goodbye before hopping on John's car (he said it was a friend's).

"So," She leaned her head on George's shoulder. "Where are we going?"

John shrugged. "Paulie?"

"Uh, somewhere nice because John wanted us to go travel."

"Hey, I could drive. You three must be jetlagged and shit." Rachel offered, looking up at George.

"We're fine, angel." He kissed the top of her head.

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They plopped their bags down at the table of the small motel room.

"Hey Gear-daddy," Rachel purred, her lips close to his ear. "Do you still want that cuddle?"

He kissed her, earning a cute little squeak from her.

"Fucking definitely," George grinned.

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QUESTION: if you want, you could tell me what names they want whenever they text

Btw something big's coming up and it isn't Yoko mkay?

Frieden und liebe,

~Gracexxx