Beatles in a Secret Garden-10

Beatles in a Secret Garden

Rated: PG
Author: Aurorita248
Summary: In this little retelling of The Secret Garden, little Paul McCartney moves from India to the Bramley Manor to meet up with his Aunt Mimi. However, he learns that there are some secrets that need to be opened once more, before the healing can begin again.
Notes: This is based on Francis Hodgson Burnett's famous book 'The Secret Garden'; I'm just using the basic plot for fun and not for money. This will also be set in first person point of view. Has light slash later on.
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Chapter 10-"Don't waste time on hysterics"

The morning after the scuffle, I ate my breakfast and rushed toward the garden once more. I needed some time to think about what to do with John. I sincerely hoped that things would work out...

They didn't.

When I tried to go to sleep, I heard it. This was the wail that I heard months ago, only louder. The only thing that everyone said was that John was in hysterics...whatever that was.

So I made it my mission, armed with my anger and my wooden flute, to beat some sense into the unruly spoiled brat.

Opening the door, I found John in bed, screaming his lungs off. With every step that I took to get here, my temper rose. I suppressed most of the anger due to the garden, but not even Khali could calm my wrath.

"For the love of God, stop crying!" I screamed at John. "No one likes you when you do that! Eveyrone hates this spoiled rotten pig! At the rate you scream, you'd die of screaming and I WISH YOU WOULD THIS MINUTE!"

I panted for breath as I brandished my flute. He looked at me and choked out, "I can't stop screming!"

"Of course you can!" I snapped back. "If you don't stop I'll scream until I push you into an early grave! All you have is a mix of hysterics! That's all you have: hysterics, hysterics and even more hysterics!"

I panted for breath, raising my hands in the air to enunciate the lines. John sniffled at me.

"I felt a lump," He whispered. "I knew it; I'll have a hunchback and I'll die!"

John turned his face away from me and screamed again. He wailed and sobbed, and it got more annoying by the second.

"It's not the hunch that will kill you, it's your constant need of whining and hysterics that will do the job for you." I growled. "Let me see your back; I wanna see it!"

John looked at me with shock and shook his head. I growled once more.

"Let me see it!"

"No!"

"NOW!"

I tackled him onto the bed. Having been made strong by the moor, I easily overpowered my cousin and flipped him onto his back. I then pressed my flute on top of his neck and tore off his night blouse.

"See?" He whimpered. "They're there!"

I bit my lip as my hands began to touch his back. It felt just like mine, and there were no abnormalities on there.

"That's your spine," I explained. "They feel like lumps because you don't get exercise nor do you get any food into your body. I'm not big enough to hide them, but I know they're there. If you try and do the crying game on me, I'll laugh at you; you're in hysterics!"

John stared at me for a while, his eyes wide with the assumption of either absolute terror or realization. I panted for breath and pointed my flute at him.

"I mean it," I hissed. "One more sob story and I'LL be the one who will scream!"

"I'm...I'm sorry..." John whispered. "I'm sorry!"

He sobbed into his pillow, but this time it was because he was so sad and guilty for what he had caused. The nurse, Sadie, arrived with a bowl of water and a towel, huffing for breath.

"What happened?" She asked me.

"Your master's 'crying' is all about him not knowing a bump from his own spine," I explained. "Didn't you tell him that?"

"I never did...he was so weak cause he never sit up straight. Had I known about that, I would've told him."

John stayed perfectly still at his nurse's words. This whole time he was crying for absolutely nothing...he was such a fool.

"...Will I live to grow up?" He asked me.

"Of course you shall." I answered back. "As long as you don't get mad, do what you're told and get lots of fresh air, you'll live to be 101."

"I'll take fresh air and I'll breathe it. I won't shun it away, and I'll go meet up with George and Ringo with their lovely animal friends. I want to have my own animal friend too..."

"Of course you'll have one." I smiled at John and grasped his hand as I said it. "When I bring George and Ringo here, we'll have lots of animals for you to see. But for now, you must rest."

"Come along, young master." said Sadie, patting John's head. "Go to bed, and you'll see yourself in a new tomorrow."

"Can...Paul help me sleep?" John murmured.

"Of course he can, child."

John smiled as I placed the flute to my lips. I blew the air into the wind instrument, and began to perform my composition. Instead of lulling my cousin to sleep, I imagined that I was a snake charmer in India, commanding the snake to rise and fall with my notes. It seemed to work, as I saw John finally close his eyes.

He was asleep...and I wished he was dreaming about the garden.

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Morning rose and I got out of bed. I raced to meet up with John once more. He was awake, and a bit cranky.

"My head hurts and I'm tired." He noted. "Where are you off to?"

"The garden," I answered back. "I'm meeting up with George and Ringo."

John's eyes widened in excitement when he heard this.

"I dreamed about it last night." He said in excitement. "I can't wait to see it.."

"You will soon...just be patient."

I rushed off to the garden, and found George, Ringo and all their animal friends waiting for me. They were working hard in the garden, making it spick and span since Spring came.

"I talked to John today," I told my friends. "He wants to see the garden soon. He even wants to see some of your animal friends."

"That'd be wicked." said Ringo. "Look who we found."

Ringo held a little bunny in his arms. Its brown coat made him resemble the soil which kept the plants and tree alive. The small hare was munching on a carrot, but it seemed to snuggle under Ringo's arms.

"You smell like the moor, you know." George sniffed.

"Well the flowers and winds do that to a young chap like me," I replied with a giggle.

George and Ringo laughed as we returned to taking care of the garden. The rabbit would hop toward my side, then go to George, and to Ringo as if he was inspecting us to do something 'unnatural' to the plants. I smiled all the same; his curiosity matches up with John's own to find the secret garden.

I knew he would make it...but I also knew that I couldn't keep the secret garden secret...forever.

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That evening, I went to John's room. I told him about the day and he said that he was glad I was here. I explained to him all the wonders about the animal friends.

"I wish I could make friends with things," John whispered. "I'm not though...I never had any friends to begin with."

"Well, you like me." I answered.

"Yes, I do."

"The gardeners, the blackbird, the wind...they all like me."

"Would they like me?"

"Of course they would!"

John smiled slightly as I shifted in my seat. Now, it was time to tell the truth.

"About George and Ringo," I began. "They're going to be here tomorrow; they're bringing the animals."

John's eyes widened in surprise. He looked like he'd jump for joy if he could. Instead, he was gapinsg for air.

"Is it real?" He asked me. "Is it possible? Will I live to see it? Will I get to see it?"

"You will, you will." I answered. "And....another thing."

"What is it? What is it? Tell me! Tell me please!"

I gulped as I looked into John's eyes.

"I...found the garden." I explained. "I got the key some time ago and opened it. I was afraid of what you'd say..."

I finished my explanation as John looked on in amazement. Then he smiled.

"That's amazing...I can't wait to see it with my very own eyes. It must be lovely and wonderful to look at!"

It was...and it would be even more so when John could go see it.