Hello, Readers! I just wanna say I love you all, and I love all y'all that reviewed especially! For that you get a virtual cookie! YAY! So, this was my first Beatles fanfiction with John as the main character, so it's not as great as I hope it would be, so if you liked it tell me so! Also tell me what you thought of John and whether or not I characterized his well enough! Thank you for reading, and I hope you like the end of John's Story!

~Natasha! BE HAPPY!

I apologize for typos in advance...

Chapter 20

John was having De javu again. He could've sworn he'd walked out on Ringo and George arguing over who was more tired before. He also felt he'd tried to hold the elevator for a pretty girl before too. He shrugged off his confusion quickly and went for a walk. He came across a record shop and felt he'd been there before, so he went in. He looked through the records and avoided the Beatles album when the door jingled. He ignored it until a record was pulled out of his grasp before he had the chance to look at it.

He looked at whoever so rudely took the object of his attention away. He froze in his spot when he saw her. It was her. She was the one he'd been longing for, and the one he'd missed so childishly. He looked at her and she studied him with an excited look of recognition. He could tell she was trying to hide it though.

Could it be that she had the same dream he did? Or was it possible they time traveled together? John didn't care anymore, because she was standing right in front of him. He had a hard time keeping himself from pouncing on her and kissing her right then.

"Hello," she said calmly. She kept her gaze on the record she holding in her hands.

"Hello," he had a hard time not saying her name, "I'm John."

She grinned at him, "Ebony, but..." she stopped and hesitated. John urged her to continue, but she never did.

"Hello Ebony, You by any chance be American?" he asked hopefully biting his lip. She grinned at him.

"My parents were American, so I have an American accent, but my brother and I live with our Aunt and Uncle." she responded, hoping he'd already known that.

He nodded, "That's cool, I was also wondering it you knew who I was?" he knew that sounded stupid as soon as he said it.

"Everybody knows who you are John Lennon." She said grinning slyly at him.

"That's not really what I meant, but I guess I was wrong anyway..." John let her walk up to the register and buy her records in peace. He couldn't help but follow her out of the place and call after her.

She turned around and he walked up to her, "So, I'll see you later then, Eb?" he asked with a wink.

"I don't think so." she said with a laugh before turning around to walk away.

John watched her go and he didn't even attempt to go after her. He kicked himself for this as soon as she was out of sight, and went on walking until her came across another record shop he felt he should go into.

He entered and looked around for a bit, before quickly getting bored and heading for the door. Just as he got to the door Ravenna, the old lady that made all this happen in the first place narrowed his eyes at him just before he bumped into her. He stopped just in time and moved out of the lady's way before going on his way.

As soon as he stepped outside however he bumped into someone else, knocking their contents to the ground. He sighed and picked them up quickly and came face to face with the lovely girl he continued to love.

"Told you we'd meet again, Eb." he smirked, "and I want to let you know, it all happened."

She looked at him, partly confused and partly excited, "W-what all happened, John?" she asked as he pulled her close to him.

"It wasn't a dream, love," he whispered to her, "We really went through time together, and I lost you somehow along the way back."

She looked up at him, tears shining in her eyes. She snaked her arms around his neck and hugged him like they hadn't seen each other in years. She sobbed into his shoulder and he held her tight.

"John," she said, "I can't believe it, you remember?" she looked up at him in disbelief. John nodded and she still looked doubtful.

"Ebony Grace Martin," he said trying to convince her, "We went through Liverpool, Hamburg, and Paris together before you knew who you really were. We ended up here in 1940 before you found out the whole truth of everything."

She looked at him still silent, "I thought it was all a dream." she said quietly.

"So did I, but I don't think it's very likely we had the same dream, love." John brushed her hair out of her face. She looked at him longingly and he put his arms around her waist gently before sighing and letting her go. He could tell she didn't believe him, and there was nothing he could do about it. He started to walk sadly back to the hotel with his hands shoved in his pockets.

Ebony was confused, John Lennon had had the same dream she had, and he was standing in front of her practically telling her he loved her again and she was letting him walk away. She didn't have enough nerve to move and go after him, but sooner or later she knew she'd have to anyway.

"John!" she called desperately after him before hurrying behind him, "Wait! I need to tell you something!"

He slowed down but he didn't stop, she thought this was good enough so she went on, "I remember you telling me you loved me in Paris; do you still love me?"

John stopped and she saw him sigh, but he still didn't turn around to look at her, "Yes." he said simply and quietly.

She bit her lip to hold back he excitement, "Uh- Do you remember what you said to me before we got separated after we found out who I really was?"

At this John did turn around, "I told you I didn't have to worry about losing you." he said looking as if he might cry. She'd seen him cry before, but at the current moment, John Lennon was too big to cry; in privacy or in public.

She took a step toward him and he took a step toward her putting them at arms length from each other. John longed to kiss her and hold her again, but he wasn't sure what she wanted him to do.

"I just have one more question," she said with a sly smile. Despite the mood John was in he couldn't help but smile back at her, "What's my favorite color?"

He laughed and pulled her into his arms again before kissing her lips dramatically, "Your favorite color is red, Ebony." he said nuzzling into her hair. She started crying again, except these tears were happy. He kissed her several times before they were shooed away by the record store owner.

"I love you John," she told him tearfully as they walked down the street hand in hand.

John smiled at her, "Well, Ebony, I love you too." she put her head against his arm and she guided somewhat to her house where John was to leave her.

"Ebony," he said suddenly sad, "We're going home tomorrow." Ebony looked at the ground devastated at losing him yet again. He looked at her and cupped her cheek tenderly, "You can come back with us."

"I dunno John," she said cursing her own words, "I mean what about Jake and my aunt and uncle?"

John didn't take his eyes off her as she let out a shaky breath, "Eb, You don't have to if you dont want to but I want you to know I will love you forever."

She kissed him and went into her home. She went straight into her bedroom and wept bitterly for her John.

John walked down the street and soon ended up at the hotel faster than he intended. He went into their suit and looked at his band mates, who'd stopped wrestling around on the floor long before he came in. They were all on the couch playing and singing songs. John didn't feel like being happy, despite his mates beckoning for him to come sit with them. He instead, went into his room and went to bed.


It was late; later than late, and Ebony was outside the Beatles hotel room contemplating whether she might chance waking them up to get to John. She took a chance and knocked three times hard on the door. She waited for someone to answer and a few minutes passed before John stood before her looking like he'd just got up.

"What the bloody-Oh, Ebony" he said looking at her changing his expression at seeing her, "What's the matter, love?"

She didn't answer him, she just threw herself into his arms and he gladly wrapped his arms around her small frame in return.

"Can I still go with you?" she asked looking up at him almost in tears. He nodded and let her into the suit silently. He kissed her lips gently as they entered his room and went to sleep snuggled together once again.

The next morning when Paul came in to 'get John's lazy arse out of bed!' he was surprised to find a pretty girl there with him.

"John!" He exclaimed, "Who the heck is she!?"

Ebony sat up and looked at Paul with wide eyes. John chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, "She's my Ebony."

Paul recognized the name and frowned, "The same Ebony you and I talked about?" he asked slightly confused.

John nodded as the others came in, "Hey!" George exclaimed, "Look fellas it's Ebony!" Ebony was glad George at least knew her, but she was getting a strange glare from Ringo.

"You've been time traveling haven't you Johnny?" he said half joking.

John chuckled, "You guys have no idea." He and Ebony giggled and he kissed her again before they went n twith their day.