A Hard Day's Fight Ch. 1

A
Hard Day's Fight

Rating:
T

Author:
Aurorita248

Warnings:
Slight JohnxPaul and GeorgexRingo

Summary:
The loving lads from Liverpool aren't known for their great music,
witty lines and pretty looks. They're actually up and coming secret
agents for CL.E.F. Unfortunately, their first case on the field
coincides with the big concert that they have to perform in (not to
mention that Paul has to keep an eye out on his 'clean mixer' of a
grandfather). It'll take all their wits, cunning, humor and snark to
get out of this mess alive!

Note:
Inspiration for this story is credited to Brunita with permission
from this user to go ahead with this story.

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Chapter
1-Taking the Freight Train

“It's
been a hard day's night

And
I've been working like a dog

It's
been a hard day's night

I
should be sleeping like a log

But
when I get home to you

I
find the things that you do

Will
make me feel alright.”

Picture
this if you will, my readers.

John
Winston Lennon, age 24. Founder of the Beatles (or as it was
originally known as the Silver Beatles). Known to be very witty,
mischievous and up to no good. Lead singer of the Beatles.

James
Paul McCartney (Paul McCartney for short), age 22. Co-founder of the
Beatles, left handed bassist and known for his sweet and innocent
looks.

George
Harrison, age 21. Guitarist of the Beatles, known for his serious
face but also known to be very witty.

Richard
Starkey (otherwise known as Ringo Starr), age 24. Originally the
drummer for Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, he auditioned to become
the drummer for the Beatles. Known for his big nose, sweet smile, and
the glittering rings on his fingers.

These
four took the world by storm with their music. They were surrounded
by fans everywhere, whether it was in England or in the land of the
free. It seemed as if they were normal clean dressed boy in tuxedos
who made cutesy songs about love (whether it be George's sweetly
singing 'Do You Want to Know A Secret', John's screeching vocals on
'Twist and Shout', Paul proclaming that money 'Can't Buy Me Love' or
Ringo talking about 'Boys'). Through it all, just seeing their
smiling faces or the glints in their eyes were enough for any fangirl
to say “I'm satisfied”.

But...what
if I were to tell you that there was something...special about these
four?

What
if I told you that not only were John, Paul, George and Ringo the
members of the world famous Beatles...but that they were also
international spies? What if I told you that the movie 'A Hard Day's
Night' that basically portrayed a day and a half of their life showed
everything but the
scenes where the Beatles were living their double life? What if I
told you that on the same night of the concert, was the Liverpool
lads' first field work mission?

Would
you believe me? If you don't, then that's okay, that's your opinion.
I'm just stating what I know.

What
I know is that it all started on a normal day, when the Beatles were
running away from their screaming fangirls...

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“This
is all your fault John!” George exclaimed as he, Ringo and John
were running away from fangirls (once again). “You just had to
tempt fate by saying 'Look at me, I'm John Lennon, and I am God!' in
the park!”

“How
was I supposed to know that they were actually paying attention to
what I was saying?” John asked with a chuckle. “Better
get to Macca before Norm finds out what happened.”

George
rolled his eyes as he continued to run in his grey suit...but he
didn't look where here was going.

So
he tripped over a briefcase, therefore tripping over Ringo and the
two fell onto the sidewalk.

“Oww...”
Ringo moaned. “George, I know we're a couple love...but get
your hands off of my bum!”

“Sorry.”
said George, helping the short drummer onto his feet. John just
grinned at his two bandmates before they continued to run across the
street. Following them were the screams and cries of fangirls at
their heels, along with the desire to get into hiding.

“There!”
said John, pionting to the building. “Hurry!”

Crossing
the road, John, George and Ringo ran into the entrance, the fans
still following them. The flood of fans ran through the building,
believing that they could catch up with their beloved idols. Instead,
the three were all in phone booths, receivers in their ears.

“Hello?”
said John, speaking on the phone. “John Winston Lennon
speaking.”

“Finally!”
a voice screeched. “Do you know how hard it was to get you
guys?”

“All
we did was save one of your best agents from getting his head knocked
off by some loony, that's all.”

“No,
that was Starkey who slammed the assassin's head off with the
cymbals, McCartney gave the guy a good kick in the shins and Harrison
ended that with shoving greasy wax paper into his mouth. All you did
was—as you put it--'stood over the man's body and told the boys
to take a picture'.”

“I
was the one who noticed the fellow.”

“Speaking
of noticed, the Fab Four has its first fieldwork assignment.”

“Really
now?” John said with a smile. “What's it about?”

The
Fab Four wasn't just their band nickname—it was the nickname of
four up and coming secret agents for C.L.E.F which stood for
'Clearing Life's Evil Felons'.

“Weapon
smugglers.” said the crisp secretary's voice. “They're in
your vacinity and the headquarters is in the theatre that you're
performing at.”

“The
jerks...I can't believe they're the opening act!”

“This
is not a joke, Lennon. Your instructions will be mailed to your hotel
room and you'll be expected to be on your best behavior while on
assignment. We don't want another Hamburg incident, do we?”

“It
was just a joke...”

The
line hung up just as John was about to finish his statement. By then,
the crowd of fangirls dispersed and Ringo was knocking on the phone
stall to signal that it was okay to leave. Hanging up, John began to
brief George and Ringo on the situation.

“Finally.”
George muttered to himself. “It's about time we got something
interesting.”

“Aside
from all of those times we had in bed, right?” Ringo said with
a chuckle.

John
rolled his eyes as the three slipped into a nearby cafe, hoping to
get to the train station without being noticed. Training with C.L.E.F
taught the boys how to be subtle...

“There
they are!” screamed an observant fangirl.

Then
again, it was hard to be subtle when you were called 'The Beatles'.

John
lead George and Ringo to a wall, motioning for them to jump. Even in
their stiff and starched up suits, the three were able to leap over
the wall with ease, landing on a truck that was hooked to a few
trolleys. Realizing that they were sitting upon piles of newspapers,
the three got off and began running once more.

“Where
the bloody hell is Macca at?!” John exclaimed. “MACCA!”

Arriving
at the train station, John failed to notice a bench with two men
sitting on it, reading the paper. As he, George and Ringo rushed to
find another hiding place, the men brought their reading materials
down. One was Paul McCartney with a fake beard, the other was a
'little old man' with glasses and a frown on his face. Seeing the
situation, they returned to their reading.

“Hello,
what's this?” Paul said to himself, seeing a peculiar ad in the
newspaper...something about selling rare rifles that were used in the
Revolutionary War. “Strange...”

“In
here!” said Ringo, motioning George and John to follow him into
a photo booth. Pulling the curtains, the fangirls missed the three
once more. John brought out a sixpence and placed it into the coin
slot.

“Say
'Jelly Babies!” said John, smiling for the camera.

“Jelly
Babies!” George and Ringo squealed.

With
three clicks of the shutter, the photos were taken. Ringo took them
into his hands.

“Ah
man, I blinked.” He moaned, seeing his closed eyes and toothy
grin on the photos.

“Worry
about your sad eyes later.” John hissed. “The train's
about to leave...”

The
three poked their heads out of the photo booth, finding it safe. They
stepped out of the booth when some fangirls noticed them. Once again,
they were running. John noted Paul and the strange old man at the
train and called out to them.

“Macca!”
John screamed. “Macca, we're here.”

“Finally!”
Paul said to himself, motioning the old man to enter the train. He
then pulled off the fake mustache and beard he had on him as he
entered the train. With a blow of the whistle, the other three
Beatles entered the locomotive as the birds followed the train,
trying to glimpse through the windows so they could see the Fab Four
in their glory.

Unfortunately,
none of them realized that the Fab Four was being watched. A cloaked
man in a fedora pulled out a walkie-talkie from his jacket and
whispered into it.

“Fingers
to base.” The man whispered. “The Four Birds have
gathered. I repeat, 'The Four Birds have gathered'.”

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George
had a newspaper in his hand, Ringo had his camera in hand. John was
observing the little old man that was sitting near Paul.

“Pardon
me for asking,” said John. “But, who's that little old
man?”

“What...little
old man?” asked Paul.

“That
little old man.” John answered, pointing to the old man next to
Paul.

“Oh,
that's my grandfather, Johnny McCartney.” Paul answered back.

“That's
not your grandfather.” George noted.

“It
is you know.” said Paul.

“I've
seen your grandfather, before. He lives in your house.”

“No,
that's me 'other' grandfather, but he...” Paul motioned to his
grandfather next to him. “Is my grandfather as well.”

“How'd
you reckon that out?” asked John.

“Well,
everyone's entitled to two, aren't they? And Johnny's my other one.”

“We
know all that,” said John, rolling his eyes. “But what's
he doing here...” John lowered his voice as he added,
“Especially since we have our first case?!”

At
the words, Paul's eyes widened. What he saw in the newspaper was a
message—the Fab Four were getting their first case! He—like
the other Beatles—never told anyone about this 'double life'
that they were leading (mostly because no one would believe it in the
first place). Now that he knew about the situation, it was time to
lie.”

“Me
mother thought this trip would do him good.” said Paul,
thinking of the first thing that came to his head. It was true
though; the trip would do the man good, but to use his mother as part
of this lie made him feel a bit ashamed. Noting this bit of
information, Ringo then followed up.

“How's
that?” Ringo asked, plain and simple.

“He's
nursing a broken heart.” Paul answered.

“Oh,
you poor old thing.” said John. “Are you nursing a broken
heart?”

The
old man just glared at John, a look of annoyance on his face.

“Nice
old man, ain't he?” John muttered, hand on Paul's shoulder.

“Very
'clean'.” Paul added.

John
then stood up, and soon sat himself down near the empty seat near
Paul's grandfather, a smug smile on his face.

“Hello,
grandfather.” said John with a wink and a wave of his hand.

“Hello.”
Paul's grandfather stated bitterly.

“Well,
he can talk then, can he?” John noted to Paul.

“Of
course he can talk.” said Paul. “He's a human being,
ain't he?”

“If
he's your grandfather, who knows?” Ringo asked with a small
laugh.

George,
who was busy with the newspaper, immediately shoved the paper to
Ringo, pointing to an advertisement. Ringo took it into his ringed
hands.

Now
Selling:

Ten
(10) genuine rifles used by the British army in the Revolutionary
War. Please come to following address:...

Ringo
scanned the rest of the article; Revolutionary War weapons were hard
to come by in England, especially if it were muskets and rifles from
that time period. He wasn't a good speller, but he even he knew when
there was a rotten apple in the apple basket.

“Wait,
we're looking after him?” asked John, motioning to Johnny
McCartney. He then mouthed to Paul, “We can't.”

“I'll
look after meself, thank you very much.” Paul's grandfather
snapped at the Beatle.

“Yeah,
that's what I'm afraid of.” Paul said to himself with a sigh.

“You're
worried then.” said John.

“Him,
he's a villain; a real mixer.” Paul commented, combing his
hair. “And he'll cost you the queen's fortune in breach of
solemn oathes and cases.”

“Yeah,
right.” said John, recalling the reconaissance duty the two
pulled off a couple of weeks back. It eventually culminated with them
snogging in the grass while being sent on a mission to keep a note on
burglars trying to steal the queen's jewels.

The
doors to the train car opened, Shake walking in with snacks and
goodies for the Beatle boys.

“Hello,
Shake.” said Paul. George did the same as he was given a bottle
of Pepsi.

“You
got on all right, then?” asked Shake.

“...No.”
John answered.

“We're
here,” Shake stated. “Norm's going to come along with the
tickets in a minute.”

He
then noticed Paul's grandfather staring at him.

“Who's
that little old man?” asked Shake.

“He's
Paul's grandfather.” George answered simply.

“But
I thought--”

“He's
the other one.” said John.

“Oh,
that's alright then.”

“He's
clean, ain't he?”

“He
certainly is.”

Soon,
Norm walked in, placing his hat upon the rack above Ringo and
George's heads. The Fab Four said good morning to their manager.

“Thank
God, you're all here.” said Norm. “Now, I've had a
marvelous idea. Just for once, let's try to behave like ordinary
respectable citizens. Let's not cause any trouble or pull any
strokes...”

Paul
nodded his head in agreement, George was unwrapping the paper that
held his sandwich and Ringo was playing with his camera. John, taking
a bottle of Pepsi in hand, tapped on it and placed it near his nose,
as if he was taking a shot of cocaine.

“Or
do anything I'd be sorry for in that television theatre...like last
time.” Norm ended.

Paul
turned beet red at that statement—when he and John were
rehearsing, the two started to go a bit 'deeper' and caused Norm to
faint in shock when he found John's hands in Paul's pants.

“Are
you listening to me, Lennon?” asked Norm to the lead singer.

John
looked up, an innocent look on his face.

“You're
a swine.” He stated simply. “Ain't he, George?”

“Yeah,
a swine.” said George, taking a bite out of his lunch.

“Thanks.”
Norm answered sardonically, before noticing Paul's grandfather.
“Hey...”

“Who's
that little old man?” Everyone else asked simultaneously.

“Well,
who is he?” asked Norm.

“He
belongs to Paul.”

“Oh.”
Norm stated simply. “I'm going down for a cup of coffee. Anyone
coming?”

“We'll...follow
you down.” Paul answered as his grandfather stood up.

“I
want me coffee.” The old man stated.

“Then
you can come with Shake and me, if you'd like.” said Norm,
helping the man leave the car.

“And
look after him, Norm.” said Paul, giving the manager some
advice. “I don't want to find you lost him.”

“Don't
be cheeky, McCartney. I'll bind him to me with my own promises. But
he's very clean.”

With
that, Norm took Paul's grandfather to the dining car. Seeing the
coast was clear, John closed the car door and locked it and the four
soon huddled together.

“You
know what this means, do you?” He said. “We're in the
weeds.”

“Took
them long enough to fill out our paper work.” said George,
commenting on the situation.

“More
like, took them long enough to recognize us.” Paul muttered
under his breath. “Now, what's this thing Lovely Rita's setting
up for us.”

“She
said she'd give it to us in a letter.” John stated, recalling
the phone call. “Aside from that, I have no other leads.”

“You
don't, but I do.” said Ringo, showing the newspaper to John.
“Revolutionary War muskets—ten of them.”

“So?”

“Muskets
from that era are hard to find, especially if it was from Britannia
herself.” said Paul. “So we're dealing with something
big; something really big.”

“Can't
be as big as Ringo's nose.” John joked a bit.

“Or
as big as your junk pile, John.” said Ringo with a bit of a
smirk on his face.

“But
it's mine either way.” said Paul, placing a kiss on John's
forehead. “Ain't that right, love?”

“Right
you are.” John replied with a smirk.

“Now,
as Paul stated, we're dealing with something big.” said George.
“We won't find out what's going on until we reach the hotel,
but...that doesn't mean we can't have a chance to interrogate
suspects, right?”

“The
ol' Lennon's got a good idea for this one.” said John. “The
next bloke that comes in is going to really regret messing with the
Fab Four.”

“Who
came up with that cheesy nickname anyway?” asked Paul.

George,
Ringo and John just shrugged their shoulders in reply.