A/N; Here's the conclusion to this rather short adventure. Hope you've all enjoyed :)

The lads had just finished shooting for the day, and they were tired out and ready to get out from in front of the cameras. The sun was setting, falling into the distance over the side of the hill, and the crew was wheeling John's white piano into the back of a lorry. Ringo was packing up his drums, and George, Paul and John were packing guitars in cases to a waiting van.

Just then, one of the costume girls came up to Paul, cupping something in both hands.

"Do you want this packed along with your things, Mr. McCartney?", she asked just as Paul turned to face her.

Paul tried not to let his alarm show on his face. She was holding the disarmed bomb.

John stopped as he passed them with another case headed for the van, almost causing a pile-up with Ringo and one of his tom-toms.

"Uh, uh, no, you'd better give that to me,", said Paul, leaning his bass against his body and starting to accept the bomb in both hands, but then something astonishing happened.

The bomb closed up and sprouted mechanical legs. It hopped to the ground and started waddling away like a spider the size of your face.

Everyone screamed, especially the costume girl, who ran as she screamed.

They all started running after it, trying to step on it. They got a couple of good hits in, but it didn't seem to deter the mechanical spider. It only seemed to make it angry.

"Hey!", said Paul, having a bright idea. He ran back to the trailer, leaving all of them to keep the creature at bay.

Paul soon emerged, hefting a very large amplifier. He ran up to the group with it and dropped it on the mechanical creature, immobilizing it.

Just then, a figure came running from behind the lorry holding John's piano. She was wearing a dress with big, bright-colored flowers and she had a Quant-like haircut.

"HELLLOOOO, UNCLES!", came her voice.

"Oh, no, not now!", said Paul, and he and George quickly sat down on the amplifier. They had all forgotten that they had invited Maggie Pettijohn (their jointly-adopted niece) out to set after her school let out on holiday. They always enjoyed seeing her, but this was rather a bad time!

Just as she was getting closer, George and Paul felt the mechanical spider moving under the amplifier.

"Oh, no,", they both said, looking at eachother.

"John!", said George, grabbing him by the coat sleeve and pulling him down to help anchor down the amp.

"RINGO!", she said gleefully, crashing into Ringo with a huge hug.

"Hi, Maggie,", said Ringo, smiling and patting her back. "Failing any tests?", he asked jokingly.

"All of them,", she said, then she winked at the others over Ringo's shoulder.

"I did what you told me to do, John,", she said, finally releasing Ringo.

"What was that?", asked Paul.

"He told me to sock any girls that made fun of my accent.". She had a Texas accent that she couldn't shake, and the girl in college with her in London weren't very accepting of it.

"Good Lord!", exclaimed Paul in a fake posh accent. "He didn't tell you that, did he? Naughty uncle.".

John shoved him and lit up a cigarette.

"Really, you shouldn't punch people, Maggie,", said John. "You should just hit them really hard in the face.".

"Jesus, John,", said George. "Kids like her shouldn't go round punching people.".

"What? We did it at that age...".

"We weren't girls, John,", reminded George.

"Ah. Good point,", said John.

Silence. John took a drag from his ciggie.

"Well?", she said finally, dropping her purse and coat on the grass, extending her arms to the sides.

"What?", they all looked at her.

"Aren't you going to greet me?", she said, looking at the remaining three who hadn't gotten up.

"Ah,", said Paul. "Ring...?", he said, motioning for him to sit on the amp. Paul cautiously got up, but tried to make it look perfectly natural (though it didn't help that as soon as he got up, Ringo shot over to sit in his place and George and John were jostled a little by apparent movement of the amplifier).

Paul came up and hugged Maggie, patting her back.

"Paul,", she said, looking inquisitively at the other three.

"Yes?".

"Is anything wrong?".

"W-Wrong? Oh, no, no, why would you ask that? Do you know why she would ask that, lads? Wrong? Poof,", he said, his face turning red behind Maggie's back. Paul was and always had been a terrible liar.

"What's under the amplifier?", she asked flatly.

George and Ringo gave charmingly unconvincing smiles and John looked off into the distance, puffing his cigarette.

She shrugged off Paul.

"All right, Lennon. What's the gag?", she said approaching him.

"What? Me? Why is it when anything goes awry, everyone always looks at me?", John asked.

"Then get up, if you're so innocent,", she said cleverly, knowing he couldn't.

"Um, no, I'm quite comfortable -", the amplifier moved significantly.

"What've you got under there?", she said, totally mystified.

"Nothing!".

"Oh, come on, blokes,", she said, getting down on the ground to see if she could see it from underneath.

Just then, the spider jutted a mechanical leg out. It started tapping it around on the ground, feeling for a leg to grab.

"Ah. Fascinating,", she said, reaching for her purse.

"Maggie, it's really quite dangerous, I think you should step away -", started Paul.

"Oh, nonsense,", she said, pulling out her Polaroid and snapping a photograph.

"What are you keeping the creature crushed like that for?".

"Maggie, it's a bomb!", blurted George.

"Oh, now,", she said, not believing it.

"It's a bomb that we had to dismantle for the Doctor, and he was supposed to come pick it up, but he hasn't shown his face yet, the old git, and then it just turned into a spider!", George spat out.

"The Doctor's coming?!", she said, suddenly springing to her feet and jumping a full foot in the air, grabbing excitedly at her hair.

"Yeah, he should've been here ages ago,", said John, tapping his watch.

Just then, a breeze started blowing out of nowhere. The others barely noticed it, but Maggie's eyes widened with joy.

"He's coming!" she shouted.

Within seconds, the TARDIS had materialized.

The door opened almost immediately.

"Sorry I'm late lads, I just -", came the voice that the Liverpool boys had only heard once before.

Maggie ran up to him and started to hug him, only to stop when she realized - he was a total stranger!

"Oh. Hello,", she said, still smiling at him, though it was apparent in her eyes and face that she was disappointed. "Is the Doctor here?", she asked looking past him further into the TARDIS.

"At your service,", said the Doctor, straightening his bowtie. "And who might you be?", he asked.

"Doctor?", she asked, a tear forming in her eye. "You're not the Doctor. What have you done with him?".

Paul stepped up beside her. "This is the Doctor, Maggie. He regenerated.".

"Maggie?", he said, considering the name, his gray eyes searching her face. She had changed so much. She was a few inches taller (not even taking into account her platform shoes), her complexion was flawless, her freckles faded away. Her eyes were the same though, even behind the dark makeup.

"Maggie! You've changed so much,", said the Doctor, realizing that she was indeed the same girl he had met so many years ago. He extended his arms for a hug, but she seemed hesitant.

"Maggie, it's me!", he reassured. She still looked skeptical.

"What happened to your eyebrows?", she finally asked.

"I've been meaning to borrow some new ones off John, but haven't gotten round to it,", he laughed.

"And your clothes,", she said, looking at his tweed suit with suspicion.

"Oh, thank you. They're quite dapper, aren't they?", he said, straightening his bowtie in vanity.

That's maybe not quite what she meant, but she went with it and smiled. She accepted his hug.

"Doctor, mate,", started John slowly. "We've got something to tell you.".

"You've blown up the bus,", said the Doctor, his palm going directly to his forehead.

"Nope.".

"You've created a major paradox with my former self.".

"Nope.".

"Paul's in hospital because of his reaction to the parsley.".

"Nope.".

"Oh, good.".

"And Doctor, I'm right here,", said Paul, furrowing his brow a little at his eccentric friend.

"Oh. Right,", said the Doctor. "And I've been meaning to apologize for that for hundreds of years now. Sorry, mate,", he said.

"Yeah. And exactly how did you do that?", asked Paul, curious.

"I stuck a sprig of it in the air vent to your trailer. Sorry.".

"But Doctor, the thing?", reminded John.

"Oh no. There's a Zygon on the loose, isn't there? I always suspected there was more than just the one...", he said, getting out his screwdriver and starting to scan around.

"NO!", they all exclaimed. The Doctor stopped.

"The bomb is fine. But it turned into a spider,", said George.

"Ah. Let's have a look, then,", he said.

"It's under here,", they said, all hesitantly getting up off the amp.

As soon as they had released enough weight off it, it sprang out and onto the Doctor.

"AGGGHH!" he screamed. It was going for the throat.

Everyone started for him, trying without luck to pull it off. The Doctor started beating it with his screwdriver, but it didn't help. The Doctor felt it clawing at the softest part of his neck, and he kept screaming. The leg of the spider slashed Paul's hand when he had gotten a good hold on it to pull it off.

Just then, Margie noticed a hole square in the middle of the creature's back. She thought it was worth a try. She took a pen out of her coat pocket. She crammed it into the hole, stabbing over and over until the motion in the spider's legs started to become stiff and then motionless. The Doctor threw it off his chest, and it landed limply on the ground. It curled its legs up onto its stomach like, well, like a dead spider.

"Good going, Maggie!", said all the Beatles, patting her on the back. She looked rather stunned, still brandishing the pen in a tightened fist.

"Good God, Doctor, are you all right?", asked Ringo, the first to notice as the Time Lord collapsed against his TARDIS, clutching his throat. With shaky hands, he pried off his red neckwear. He untied it and brought it out for all to see. There was a clean hole poked through it, with only the inner layer of the knot still standing.

"Well? Are they not cool now?", he asked, smiling breathlessly at them.

"What?".

"Bowties, lads, bowties...".

Just then, a figure emerged from the TARDIS.

"Hi again,", said Amy, before realizing the Doctor's state.

"God, Doctor, are you okay?", she said, falling to her knees to be at eye-level with him.

"Fine, fine,", said the Doctor, standing.

Another woman emerged from the TARDIS. This one the Beatles had never seen before. She had wildly curly blonde hair, she was older than the Ponds, and she almost constantly wore a pleased-with-herself smirk (in a charming way).

"Ah. So you're them?", she asked, looking at the 4 lads.

"Who?", asked John finally when it became clear that she wasn't going to elaborate.

"Ah. He's cute. I like it,", she said to Amy.

"He's married,", Amy reminded with a note of embarrassment.

"Ah. Such a drag, everybody's married... Except the Doctor.".

"What about you, River?", Amy asked, furrowing her brow a little, on the edge of confused laughter. "Didn't know you were married.".

"Neither does he,", said River, looking to the Doctor, suppressing a smile.

"Spoilers, Professor, spoilers,", reminded the Doctor, putting his screwdriver back in his pocket.

"Don't call me 'Professor', ducks, it spoils my young image,", she said, giggling.

"Fine then, River, if you don't mind,", he said, motioning to the dead spider.

"My pleasure,", she said. She took a gun out of an unseen holster and shot the metal corpse. It wasn't an ordinary gun, though. The spider was disintegrated.

The Beatles jumped back. After it was over, they looked up at the Doctor with wide eyes.

"She carries guns. I don't like guns,", he said.

"But he likes me,", she said, laughing in her way. "River Song,", she said extending her hand to each of them separately. "Professor of Archaeology. Currently furthering studies in monotony at Stormcage Containment Facility.".

"Pshh,", said the Doctor, turning to the side and covering his mouth a little.

"Harboring a fugitive then, Doctor?", asked John, in his ridiculous mock-posh accent.

"Not exactly a fugitive. He's my parole officer,", she said smirking to the maximum.

"Does the warden know about that?", John asked.

"Oh, what he doesn't know won't hurt him,", she dismissed with the wave of her hand (which bore very long, dark red fingernails).

"Hey, guys, you didn't tell me we'd landed,", came a male voice out of the TARDIS.

"Oh no, Dad, not now,", River mumbled, though only George heard her.

"Sorry, what?", he asked.

She ignored him and cleared her throat pointedly.

Rory emerged from the TARDIS, holding something behind his back.

"Hi,", he said, smiling awkwardly. He tried to maneuver better than last time, but he tripped and fell on Amy.

"Hi,", they all said.

"Oh, um sorry,", he said to Amy. He stopped when he noticed everyone was looking at him in silence. "Hi,", he repeated, nodding.

"Hi,", everyone echoed again.

They all stood there in awkward silence.

"Oh, come on, Rory, show them what you've got,", said Amy, pulling his arms out from behind his back. In his hands was his guitar, his first and only. It was a medium wood tone with a black pickguard. It had quite a few scratches on the back, and a worn track to the side of the sound hole where the repetitive rubbing of his pick had worn the finish off.

"I, um, well...", he said, scratching the back of his neck and looking at the ground.

"He wants you to sign it,", finished Amy.

"I've got this, Amy,", Rory said with a little irritation.

"Sorry. I was just... Helping,", she said, smiling a little. Rory had been talking to her about this idea of his non-stop ever since they had left the boys in 1965. Amy had pretended to be a bit annoyed, but really she was happy for him.

"Sure, mate,", said John, taking the guitar by the neck and taking the marker out of Rory's hand.

As he was signing it, Rory looked as though he was in danger of losing consciousness.

"Thanks,", said Rory, finally mustering up the courage to speak.

"The man who saved my eyeball owes me no thanks,", said John, looking down as he marked on the body of the guitar.

Amy and Rory laughed. After John was finished, he passed it around to all his bandmates.

After it got back to Rory, he looked at it. They had all signed it, but John had drawn something. He held it out, studying it. It looked like a few faces, but he couldn't tell much, they were so scribbled.

"Don't you know who that is?", John asked.

Rory squinted.

"You and Yoko?".

John laughed. "No, you and Amy!".

"Ah,", said Rory. Amy immediately grabbed it to face it towards her so she could see how she looked. Her face was almost entirely obscured by her hair, and her mouth looked rather large. Rory looked at himself; his eyes were wide, his hair was sticking up comically.

"It's supposed to be funny-looking,", added John.

"Ah,", said Amy. Rory couldn't have cared less. He was so chuffed he felt he could sprout wings and fly at any moment.

"eBay,", Amy mumbled to Rory.

"You wouldn't,", Rory mumbled back.

Amy pursed her lips at him, suppressing a mischievous grin.

"You're right. I wouldn't.".

"Well, hate to be off so soon, but we must be going,", said the Doctor, starting to herd his crew back to the TARDIS.

"But, but Doctor!", said Maggie with disappointment. "You just got here?!".

"I know, I know, Maggie, dear, but we've got to get River back before anyone notices she's gone,", said the Doctor, patting both Maggie's shoulders. "We'll be back. I promise,", he said, kissing the top of her head.

"Heard that before,", mumbled Amy.

"Oh, Pond,", sighed the Doctor.

"When will you be back, Doctor? Sometime before we all turn forty?", laughed Paul.

"You can be sure of it, mates,", smiled the Doctor. "Right when you least expect me; that's when I'll be there,", he said, snapping his fingers and pointing at them all.

"Well, when's that, then?", Ringo asked, feeling as though he had been waiting two years only to be shorted of his time with one of his favorite friends.

"Oh, Tomorrow Never Knows, fellas,", laughed the Doctor as he stepped back into the TARDIS.

"That doesn't work, Doctor. We've already recorded that song,", said John cleverly. "And remind us, when will Paul get knighted, exactly?", he asked sarcastically, knowing he wouldn't get an answer (referring to the Doctor's last words to Paul after their first adventure years ago).

"Ah ha ha,", laughed the Doctor with a wide smile. "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you, now?", he laughed.

"Doctor, you're a git,", humphed Paul jokingly.

The Doctor chuckled. "See you all soon. John, don't get your beard caught in anything,", he said, waving. "Oh, wait. You don't have that yet,", he said. He was enjoying himself a little too much.

"Oh, come on, Doctor, you're killing them,", Amy said, pulling on his coat sleeve.

"Oh, just a bit of fun, Pond,", he said. "Now we must really be going,", he said, and the others started following him into the TARDIS.

"Nice meeting you lads,", said Amy, smiling.

"Yeah, likewise,", they all echoed back at her.

"Write me a song sometime,", said River to John, flashing a peace sign before hopping back in the TARDIS with the Doctor.

They all waved their last goodbyes and River closed up the doors. They TARDIS just started making its takeoff sound when - it stopped. It rematerialized, and made its firm 'thud' sound back on the ground.

Amy popped out the door.

"Sorry. Forgot my husband,", she said, reaching over and grabbing Rory by the arm. Everyone had forgotten he was still standing to the side of the TARDIS, clutching his guitar, in awe of his idols and oblivious to everything else.

"Cheers,", waved Ringo as they closed the door for the last time.

In a few moments, they were gone again, lost in time and space.

"Well, mates. That's the end of that for another couple years,", said Ringo.

"Seems like you've said that before,", mused George.

"Does seem familiar, doesn't it?", agreed John.

"So, a beard for Lennon!", George turned to his friend.

"I dunno,", said John doubtfully, feeling his jawbones.

"It's in the cards, apparently, man,", said Paul, laughing.

"Lads, there's something I forgot to tell you,", said Maggie suddenly. She was fidgeting with the hem of her dress and biting her thumbnail.

"Hmm?", asked Paul, sticking a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it up.

"I dropped out of school.".

Paul spat out his cigarette.

"You what?!", he said.

"Yes. I got an offer to go to work as a model, so I accepted. And I'm dating Mick from the Stones.".

"You're WHAT?!". This came from all their mouths.

"Oh, no you're not!", blurted Ringo, his paternal instincts coming out.

"Do you realize how old you are, and how old he is?!", exclaimed Paul.

"Well, Keith said that since he knows John so well, he thought it would be okay,", said Maggie. "And for your information, I'm 18 now, fellows.".

"Keith. I'll cripple 'im!", John snarled.

"Maggie, you're too young for him! Too innocent!", lamented Ringo.

All four of Maggie's uncles looked as though they were about to experience a collapse from the strains of parenthood.

"Well, that worked,", said Maggie, taking out her notebook.

"What worked?", asked Paul.

"That worked. You're all a wreck,", she said, writing feverishly. "My hypothesis was correct.".

"You're what?".

"My psychology assignment was to see if my parents were the traditional type, or the progressive type. You lot are so square,", she laughed, writing.

"You mean we're the 'traditional' type?", asked John, squinting a little. This was a first for him.

"Yep. A progressive parent would have encouraged me to pursue my modeling career and my controversial affair.".

"So this means you haven't quit school?", asked Paul.

"Nope. In fact, I'm working on my doctoral thesis, and I've been commissioned by the government to help produce a new space capsule prototype that I'm really not supposed to talk about, but I just did,", she said, giggling to herself.

"And Mick?".

"Met him once. He's... fine. Not my type,", she said, chewing her pencil and looking over her notes.

"What is your type, Maggie, just so we'll know next time?", asked Ringo.

"Science-y,", she said decidedly after a moment of thought.

"Good, that leaves out all the ones we were worried about,", sighed George.

Just, then, they heard a car horn honking.

"Well, that's our ride, fellows,", said Paul, nodding towards a limousine pulling up. They all immediately collected their instruments and prepared to depart.

"Coming, Maggie?", asked John when he realized she wasn't following.

She was staring at the place where the TARDIS had been sitting.

"Do you think we'll see him again?", she asked, suddenly mournful.

He bit his lip for a moment. He understood just how she felt; the empty feeling that witnessing the takeoff of the TARDIS always left you with was devastating when you didn't know when (or if) you would ever see it again. He knew she had fallen in love with time and space, and she was determined to get out there again. Ever since the TARDIS had touched her mind, she had put all of her energy and her new knowledge to work, trying to prepare her mind to help get man into space. And it was in this way that he knew it must hurt her more to see the TARDIS withdraw back into the furthest reaches of the universe - it had given her practically everything she had, and it held the secrets to everything else she wanted for her life, and it just came and went, always leaving her behind. But he knew. One day she would get out there herself, without a TARDIS, without a Doctor. She was going to follow her dream, just as he had his own.

"Yeah. We will,", he said, giving her a soft smile. They both just stood there, staring at the place where the time machine had been not five minutes before.

"Now come on,", he said finally, motioning for her to follow him. "We're going back to the hotel. You've got people to meet, ice cream to eat,", he said, waggling his eyebrows.

"Ice cream?", she said, almost squealing like a small child, but stifling it. Ice cream had become her pet love since she had been living in the 20th century.

"You heard right, now come on,", John smiled, mostly to himself.

This made Maggie smile too.

A/N; Hope you all liked this one. This one was so fun to write. Please review!

Peace and love and peace, peace and love and peace, peace, peace and love, friends :) See you next time!