July 7th, 5:45 A.M., John's House

[johnwlennon]

 My eyes fluttered open. I rolled over in the bed I shared with my wife, expecting her warm heat next to me. Her clean smell, her small frame lying there, so familiar and normal... I wished it could be Paul, but... the circumstances being what they were, I would take my spot in Cynthia's bed and be content. But where her familiar presence SHOULD

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[cyn_lennon64]

I stepped out of the taxi and thanked the driver. He'd already been paid, so I had one less thing to worry about. I traipsed up the long driveway, my heart in beating in my throat and I felt a heavy sinking feeling in my stomach.

While all seemed peaceful and normal outside from the outside of our new home, what I was going to find in the house was a completely different matter. Would John even be there? If he was, he'd surely be out of his mind with worry and, at the same time, extremely angry at my arriving home so late.

I approached the door, suddenly very anxious that I would be locked out if John was asleep and couldn't hear me knocking. But, to my great surprise when I tried it, the door was unlocked and swung open easily.

"John?" I called out nervously into the darkness. "John? Are you here?"

[johnwlennon]

When I heard the front door open and Cynthia's tentative voice calling out my name, I dropped the phone onto the receiver, having been halfway through Brian's home phone number.

"Cynthia? What the hell happened? Where have you been? Did you not have a ride home? I thought Brian would have taken care of it-- I just--" I sighed heavily, trying to get a hold of my racing heart. "Where have you been?"

I wanted to grab her and shake her, for worrying me so much.

[cyn_lennon64]

"Oh, John!" I threw myself onto him before he could start shouting again. "It was horrible! No one called me a taxi and I was waiting for hours before the one I ordered came to get."

What I was telling was true in a way. The taxi did take ages to arrive at the hotel and it was an incredibly cold night for summer. I'd stood out the front the whole time, shivering so badly that Bobby had to lend me his his jacket. He stood with me, looking frozen to the bone himself. He'd paid for the taxi as well. I felt that it was all very chivalrous of him.

I started blushing deeply as I thought of Dylan as 'Bobby'. He'd asked me to call him that and it took some getting used to. I was glad my face was hidden from John's shrewd eyes. I was convinced he'd either guess instantly why I was blushing or force it out of it out of me somehow.

"I'm sorry I'm so late," I whispered into John's chest. "I'm really sorry."

[johnwlennon]

It felt strange to have her in my arms. It had been a while, I realized with a twinge of guilt. Awkwardly, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her shaking form tightly against me. She smelled differently... a scent I didn't recognize. I buried my face in her hair, smelling deeply. I could sense her familiar clean, warm, feminine scent, but lazily hazing over it was a huskier, darker, heavier scent. Almost like a man...

After a long moment, I pulled back from her, my arms still around her, so I could look into her face.

"You didn't just stand outside the bloody hotel all that time, did ya?"

I didn't want to think of her standing outside for hours, and I knew she wasn't that naive, to allow herself such treatment. She would have found a way home... she was lying to me. I could sense it... something about her little damsel in distress story didn't add up... it was almost six in the morning, there's no way she was outside that hotel all that time!!!!!!!!!

"Cynthia... where were you all that time?"

"But you're alright now, right?"