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In 1963 John picks up the phone and makes a call.
In 1982 Paul answers.
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03 May 2026
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It was stupid. It was all so damn stupid, but it was not like he had ever had a choice about it.
Paul was the sun, and John would be damned if he didn’t get burnt trying to get closer.---
During the events of On our way back home, John is trying his best to keep up with Paul's travelling back in time, his feeling, and his own future.Series
- Part 2 of On our way back home
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01 May 2026
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Something ticked in Paul’s mind as the familiar words washed through him. When he looked at John, his friend was already looking at him. And suddenly, it all became clear: He remembered having that conversation more than 50 years ago. He remembered it too well.
He had been thinking about it for years, wondering what he should have understood, how he should have reacted. If it was as meaningful as it had felt or if his memory had just romanticized it.
“I don’t think a love like that obeys to any rules,” John went on, unaware of Paul’s agitation. “It’s not something that humans have created, not like a societal thing. It’s deeper than that, and that’s what some people are afraid of I guess, because they can’t control it. Whatever laws they create, they can never control it. A white lad will fall in love with a black girl.” He paused. “A lad with another lad. You know.”
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Summer 2019, 77-year-old Paul wakes up feeling surprisingly good. One tiny problem: he is back in December 1965.
PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS FIC ON ANY PLATFORM. DO NOT PUT IT ON GOODREADS, OR ON ANOTHER FANFICTION PLATFORM, PLEASE.
NO TRANSLATIONS EITHER, SORRY.Series
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29 Jul 2020
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Paul McCartney, born 18 June, 1999, works at a failing record shop in downtown Liverpool. John Lennon, born 9 October, 1940, played in a rock band that never made it big before falling into obscurity. The two were never supposed to meet.
Fortune has other plans, it seems.
Tossed unceremoniously into a place so close to but so far from home, Paul struggles to find any sense of familiarity. As he tries to come to terms with whatever it is fate has thrown at him, he may find, instead, that he belongs here more than anywhere.
Edit: this fic has been orphaned. See last chapter for details. Anyone who wants to continue it is free to do so with my blessing.
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30 Jul 2020
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It is perfectly fine for Paul to sleep on John and fix John's tie and stare into John's eyes while singing love song after bloody love song for years on end, but he's never mentioned Whatever This Is and the clear implication is that neither of them should.
Set during the filming of Help!, 1965.
“If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you." - Ernest Hemingway
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