Heyy guys! I actually have a number of things I would like to apologize for. Like, I'm sorry if I get something wrong, history wise. I mean, I know it's not gonna be exactly accurate, but I tried to keep it as close as possible to what really happened. And, I'm sorry, I know this isn't ATU, but they didn't have a Beatles archive, unfortunately. I am actually writing one of those as well, but I just want to see how well this does before I put that one out, cause it needs some work.

Well, I don't own Paulie, John, George or Ringo. :[

Anna was your average 18 year old girl living in Liverpool, England. Her dark hair flew behind her at her brisk pace, and her green eyes vivid with fury, fixed on the stoop ahead of her. She stomped up the steps and banged her fist on the door. A thud and a few crashes reached her ears and she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. One of her feet started to tap viciously on the concrete. Door 108 opened, and a tall, broad shouldered man peered out through squinted eyes, a beer bottle in hand.

"Hey, baby." His voice was slurred.

"Where and who was it this time, Max?" Anna pushed past him and began cleaning up his mess of beer bottles and cans, counting them as she went.

"What are you talking about, Sugar?"

"Oh, stop it with the pet names! I know you were out with another girl last night!" she dropped what she had picked up.

"Maxey? What's going on?" a voice came from the back room and Anna looked at Max with a look of disgust.

"You brought her back, and she's still here?"

"No, wait, Anna, I can explain!"

But she ignored him and stormed into the back room. A tall blonde lay tangled in sheets of his bed. She looked almost as drunk as Max.

Max came up behind Anna, "Annie-baby,"

"No!" she turned on him, "No more! I'm done! We're done!"

She went to grab her purse and headed for the door.

"But, Annie-!"

"No, Max! I'm tired of your crap! This is where I draw the line." She reached for the doorknob, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her just out of reach.

"Hey! That hurts!"

"Did I say you could leave?" he looked at her through half open, drunken eyes.

"Max, let go!" she struggled, but he pulled her back again, "Help!"

The blonde seemed to come to her senses enough to realize Anna was in danger and cam running out wearing nothing but a large shirt. She jumped on Max's back, scratching and biting him, trying to get him to let Anna go. At first it seemed it was working, but she bit his ear and he yelped in pain, letting Anna go. She shot for the door and just made it out when Max got a hold of her again. Tears were streaming down her face, terrified of what might happen to her.

"Get back here you little wench!" he yelled.

"Let me go!" she exclaimed through heavy sobs.

"Hey! I believe the lady said to let her go." A handsome sounding accented voice came from the side of the road, but Anna couldn't see him. She kept up her fight, trying anything to get away with no avail. Max seemed to ignore whoever it was, but tightened his grip on Anna's arm, digging his abnormally long nails into her flesh. She let out a cry of pain.

"Hey! Let her go!" the voice said again and more than one pair of footsteps came up the stairs and someone punched Max in the jaw. He let Anna go and she stumbled back where someone gently held her up, guiding her down the steps. She could hear Max's commands to give her back, but the man ignored him and helped her into the back of a car, climbing in after her. The sobs had stopped, but silent tears fell down her cheeks and she had pulled her knees to her chest in an effort to shrink into a corner of the vehicle. The man didn't speak to her, but used gentle touches to calm her down. She was shaking violently. He probably thought she was gonna hurt herself simply from that. But the only thing that was really painful was the pain in her arm. She could feel the blood, and she didn't think it was really awful, but she was afraid to look at it. She could vaguely feel the car begin to move and voices.

"Is she okay?" said one.

"I don't know, John." Said the man trying to calm her down, "She's shaking. Bad."

"Do we take her to the hospital?" a third voice said.

"No." the man next to her again, "That might scare her more. Let's just take her to your place, John. If that's okay."

"It's fine." Said John.

It was quiet the rest of the way, and the man kept his hand on her knee, telling her everything would be okay. She started to calm down when they reached the house. Someone opened the door she was leaning on and she almost feel out, but someone caught her.

"Careful, John!" the man who sat next her scolded. John carried her up a small set of stairs and into a house. He set her on a couch. And the other man came and kneeled next to her. She was still shaking, but she seemed to have calmed down quite a bit during the short drive.

"Poor thing. She's in shock." Said a fourth voice.

"I'll go get a rag to wash that arm." Said John, and he disappeared only to come back with a wet rag, and handed it to the man next to her. He held her arm with care, but she still jumped at his touch.

"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." He slowly began to whip the blood from her arm, revealing small, but deep cuts in her skin. It was already starting to bruise. John winced like it hurt him to look at it and disappeared again, coming back with bandages. The man dressed her injuries and sat next to her.

"Thank you." Anna finally said when she felt she could talk without her voice croaking.

The man smiled at her, "No problem, love."

She gave a weak smile, and suddenly she felt dizzy. The man must have noticed and put a hand on her back, "I'll get you some water. Paul, will you sit with her."

"Yeah." Another one of the boys came and took the other one's place. He put a hand on her back and she looked at him. Her vision was blurry, but he still looked familiar.

"Don't I know you?" she said.

He smirked, "You might."

"Thanks," the other boy came back and took Paul's place.

"So," Paul sat on her other side on the couch, feeling she was okay enough to talk. Try and get her mind off what had just happened, "does our damsel in distress have a name?"

She gave another small smile, "Annabelle. But you can call me Anna."

"How'd you get mixed up with a bloke like that, love?" the boy gave her a glass half full of water.

"Max? Um, well," she paused, looking at the four of them. They were waiting patiently for her to continue, "Well, long story short, our families have always been good friends, and we figured we'd, you know, give it a go. And, well, you see where that got me. He wasn't exactly faithful."

"Or harmless, it looks like." John pointed to her arm.

She chuckled, "Yeah."

An awkward silence fell over them.

"Well," said Anna, "I guess I better get going."

"Are you sure?" Paul sat up.

"Well, I mean, I don't want to be a burden."

"No! Why don't you stay?"

"Well, if you're sure." She looked around at the others.

"Of course! Right guys?" Paul seemed overly excited, but everyone seemed to agree that they wanted her to stay and get to know each other. She smiled, looking down.

"If you insist."

"Alright! Well, I'm Paul, that's John, George, and Ringo."

The last boy he pointed to, Ringo was the one that bandaged her arm. She smiled at him, "Where were you guys heading before I so rudely interrupted?"

"Oh, yeah," said George, "we were going to eat. Are you hungry?"

She opened her mouth to say no, but her stomach growled first. She smiled sheepishly, but the boys just chuckled.

"Come on," Ringo took her hand and they followed John and George out the door, Paul behind on Anna's heels.

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I knew I recognized you guys," Anna smiled, "you're The Beatles."

The four boys laughed.

"Yes, we are." Said Ringo next to her.

She laughed, "I've been going down to the Cavern Club to see you for a long time."

"Have you now?" John leaned on the table and their food arrived. They talked about what they wanted to do and what she wanted to do. The four boys seemed to want to know everything about her life like it was the next big thing on the telly. She kept telling them that her life really wasn't that exciting, but they disagreed. So, so told them about how she moved out when she graduated high school, and now lived with her aunt who wasn't home almost at all, and how she had just gotten fired at the diner down the street. Then she managed to turn the table onto them and their newfound career in the music business. And she was told their story. They had just gotten back from Germany when they ran into her.

They paid for their dinner and headed back to John's, which she soon found out, was where they were earlier. They sat down and talked for almost another hour and Anna looked at the clock.

"Oh!" she said standing, "It's almost midnight. I should go."

"I think we should do this again." Said Paul standing with her, "Soon."

She smiled, "I would like to. I had a really great time, guys."

"We did, too." Said George, speaking for the others who all agreed with him.

Anna smiled, "Well, I guess I better start for home."

"Let me walk you home." Said Ringo.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it. I'll be back, fellas."

They said their goodbyes and Ringo led Anna out of the door. Paul stood at the doorframe and watched them go. John and George exchanged looks, smiles on their faces. John coughed and Paul turned to face them.

"What?" he said.

"You fancy her." Said George.

"Do not." He saw Ringo and Anna turn the corner and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains so he could see them.

"Then why are you watching her leave?" John teased.

"I just want to make sure she gets home safely."

"I'm fairly sure Ringo can handle it."

"Well," he paused, "you never know. Don't you have a song to write or something?"

"Don't you?"

Paul rolled his eyes and stormed into the kitchen.

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"I really do appreciate everything you've done for me today." Anna said as she and Ringo walked towards her apartment block.

"Don't worry. We're always happy to help a lady out." Ringo smiled at her.

She smiled back and then looked down. There was a moment of silence between them, and to Anna's surprise, it wasn't awkward. Just over the past couple of hours, she felt like she'd known Ringo all her life and the other three as well. It made her think that maybe, just maybe, her life might turn out okay. But she didn't get her hopes up, just in case this was just a once in a lifetime experience.

"Do you think your auntie's home?" Ringo asked her.

"Probably not. She's probably drunk at some bar." She sighed.

"I see. Well, do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Not anymore." She chuckled, placing her hand on her bandaged arm.

"Well, would you like to come down to the studio with us? We're recording a few new songs."

"Really?" she sounded sincerely excited.

Ringo smiled at her happy face, "Yeah,"

"But, wouldn't I be in the way?"

"No, of course not. George and Brian aren't really strict about anything except our appearance." He gestured to his tie.

She giggled, "If you're sure. I would love to come."

She came to a stop in front of a large red building on the corner. It really wasn't that far from John's place. But what Ringo noticed was Anna's face drop.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"See the window right there? With the light on?" she pointed, "Auntie's home."

He looked confused, "Are you going to be alright?"

She sighed, "Yeah. She's never hit me or anything, but sometimes words hurt."

"Are you sure you wanna go up there?'

"I'll have to face her at some point. I was just hoping maybe she went to a bar."

"Well, I mean, I've got an extra bed, and,"

Anna laughed, "Thank you, Ringo. For everything. You're really easy to talk to. All of you are."

He smiled and she kissed his cheek, walked towards the door. He was momentarily speechless, then remembered the next day, "Hey, don't forget tomorrow!" he called after her, "We'll pick you up at 9:30!"

"Can't wait!" she waved and disappeared into the block.

Ringo stood there a moment; his hand grazed his cheek where her lips had touched. He chuckled and turned back towards John's, shaking his head and listening to Anna's auntie complain in a very loud tone. He stopped only once to look back, considered going back to her, but decided against it, and continued pack to John's house.