❥THIS IS THE PART OF ME THAT CAN'T LIE- res

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falling down,

Last night had been an absolute bash. More fun than George had had in quite a long time that didn’t concern any alcohol or even cigarettes. No sir. Just four Beatles and the cutest damn little girl known to man. The timid little thing who had showed up yesterday evening with three signed papers from the senior Beatle members. She’d met her favourite of them, and George could be glad she had so much fun. He was sure, by the way she had gone about things, that this was something she had never done before. She was touring… perhaps she didn’t have any friends of her own? Her age, anyways…

Which pained him. George had been bullied throughout school, but he always had his friends. Paul being a definite one of them in his early days. Then John, and eventually Pete, before Ringo Came along. And even THEN, there was still that lot of Quarrymen! He had protection around them…

And so today, as he had promised last night, him and Emmy were to meet up in the park for a day out while the sun was still showing its head to the English world below. He dreaded the day the rain bouts started back up in their fits.

By the time he arrived at the park, there was plenty of sunshine, but as time past, and there was no sign of Emmy, George’s logic began questioning. She had gotten home safely… they had made sure of that… and so where was she? He was on time, he knew that… Worry made his hands fumble blindly with his shirt hem… if he stayed out here too long, he’d be spotted by someone who knew the Beatles by face. And the last thing Harry wanted to deal with was a fleet of squealing, crying girls who would likely shred him to bits!

Out of worry, that paranoid George lifted himself from a park bench and followed the pavement towards the Hotel he knew Emmy and her father were staying at. In the pit of his stomach- a nagging, aching sensation. He couldn’t place why he felt so… afraid… What did he have to fear? All he had to do was check if she was there…

Taking each step in long strides, George climbed the steps to the flat. He was bothered only twice on his way. Once when he reached the desk- but a quick whisper and a few bucks to keep the damn woman quiet before she screamed out his name for the whole lobby to hear, and quick steps with his head down later, he was at Emmy’s door.

He knocked… and knocked… and knocked… but alas, no answer… A maid in the hall questioned him only once, but a quick smile to the young woman had her at his feet quicker than even George had expected. One autograph, and the door was opened with ease. (He hated abusing his power like this… but it was Emmy…)

Within, it was rather dark. No sign of life, as though anyone who lived there had gone rather quickly; Knocked over chairs, things upon the floor… it jut didn’t seem right. Should he leave? No… this was where Emmy was staying, and by the looks of things, something terrible had happened…

He guided himself down the hall, hands gliding along the wall in the darkness till they hit a door knob. It was… locked? By the placement in the house, it was a closet. Who locks closets? out of pure curiosity of the nosey Beatle, George flipped the lock and slowly opened it. But what was inside shocked him to pieces.

Emmy?! almost instantly, George dropped to his knees, eyes wide with fear, ”E-Emmy! What’re you doin’ in there for?! I’ve been all over lookin’ for you!”

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[EMMY ELIZABETH SILVIAS]

The day before this one could not have been more different. The day before had been spent knocking on door to door searching for the group of four that many much older women would have killed to see. They would have screamed, some would have wept, because they were in love with those musicians. Not Emma. She just liked the boys a great deal which was a very big thing to say given that she rarely spent time with anyone let alone started to trust them! But by the end of the evening of that day she had. It was a remarkable thing and it was doubtful that the Beatles even realized it.

She adored goofy John. She felt safe in his company with his larger frame and cocky (though Emma would never refer to it as that) demeanor. She took on extremely well to Paul, tickled pink that he referred to her as 'his' even if he was only kidding. She loved how articulate he was, how focused, and how intelligent. She probably related to him best. Then there was Ringo who she harbored the immense crush on and that was no secret. But even early on it was clear to see that she had a very special, odd relationship with the youngest Beatle George. Brian had briefly joked about George acting like he had an extra sister (after Emma had left of course). In fact, she had plans to meet with the guitarist the next day. But those plans never occurred...

Her father felt much better, physically, and that meant he was home (at the hotel) when she was dropped off the prior evening. Upon her arrival it was probably that every brand of father would have been cross but Emma's father took it to the next extreme taking all sorts of anger and resentment out on her. Luckily it was more so yelling and screaming this time, a bit of throwing large objects to scare her, an occasional slap here and there that would send her body flying because she was quite small. And it ended with her being chucked in the closet and locked in. How many hours it had been she was unsure but by the time she heard shuffling about in the room it would have been safe to guess the evening and some odd hours.

She hadn't slept. No sleep would have been a rarity even though she felt safer in the closed quarters than she ever could on the outside with her father (who had went out for most likely a few hours to socialize and drink). He needed a break and of course Emmy blamed herself and for being such a failure to cause him such agony. Some day she would get it right. Some day she would be a good daughter so he wouldn't hate her. She was determined.

Sitting on her bum she rolled her head back and looked up at the crappy shelving that the hotel had provided. There was nothing on them other than an odd metal hanger that barely clung on. She watched it sway. Closing her eyes she began to press her fingers against her little thigh as though it was a piano. She could hear the music in her head and it soothed her. This was a routine she had practiced and it usually always worked. With this punishment it was now just the waiting game and Emmy knew patience all too well.

Hearing the door handle turn she gaped, snapping her head around to look. Out of fear she ended up covering her face with her little hands, bracing herself in case her father was in a swinging sort of mood which often depended on the number of beverages he had consumed in his absence. But nothing came other than a voice she recognized. A sweet voice that would one day be one of her favorites.

"Georgie?" She piped up, disbelief rang in her voice but she too dared to move to her little knees. "What are you doing here?" She asked, suddenly worried for his own well being. Was he in trouble with her father too? She certainly hoped not! She couldn't let that happen. In a split second rash sort of decision she reached out and grabbed his wrist dragging him into the closet and shutting the door behind him.

Sitting back down beside him, her little back pinned against the wall eerie blue eyes stared into the darkness as if she could just as visibly see him then as in the light. "If he sees you you'll be in trouble. So you have to hide in here just in case he comes back soon." She warned. Hopefully George would listen. "I was bad. So I have to stay here until he says I can leave. I don't mind though." So easily was the eight year old able to detach herself from the situation. The truth was, beneath all of the years of being worn down, she did care. She cared very much.

"You were looking for me?" The blonde piped up hopefully. The fact that someone had worried enough to look for her without the thought of money was a welcomed one. Now on her knees again like a paternal figure might she offered George a gentle expression. "Don't be scared of the dark, alright?" And without a second thought she reached out and took his hand with her much smaller one, giving it a squeeze. "I'll keep you safe."

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falling down,

With all the things in George’s life that he understood, there was a great amount that he did not. He couldn’t bring himself to face the definite, brutal abuse this young girl had been continually subjected to since infancy. He couldn’t comprehend it… didn’t want to, rather. John had pieced the clues into one bigger picture, and Paul knew. Ringo had surely been told… was he the only one?

But with Emma here, hiding within a closet that she had been put in prior the her punishment of being out of the Hotel (ironically to visit the very people who wanted to help her) George was slowly understanding the larger picture. He had come to find her… and as it looked, just in time. Her father was out and about London with whoever, doing whatever it was he did. Giving George and Emma the needed time (time neither clearly knew they actually had)

He stared down at her wither worried brown eyes, then glanced around the old closet. It was just like the kind him and the lads use to hide in as kids. But this time, the purpose of use was far different.
”M’ere fer you, Emma.”

[/color] he was quickly tugged deeper into the closet by Emmy. Almost a frantic act that he didn’t quite understand the meaning of. Not until she told him her father had put her in here. His lips gaped in a small expression of disbelief. He had to hide, too? George allowed himself to crawl within, turning around to face the door, sitting beside her. ”He... put you in the closet? Well that’s a new one…”[/color] he looked over at her and offered a thin smile that he wasn’t even sure she could see in the darkness of the closet. What if her father did come home? What would happen then?

Of course, he had not even told Brian about meeting up with Emma the next day… but the lads were sure to tell him. Either that or simply lie about it. But his mind didn’t stay there long, he was far too worried about the little girl beside him. How long had she actually been here for? ”Yeah… when you weren’t at the park, I got worried... If I had known, I might’a come sooner. I’m sorry Emmy!”[/color] her small, hopeful smile made George relax. She looked unharmed, and that was comforting enough for George. In the darkness, he could feel his hand being grabbed, gently squeezing hers gently back and laughing, ”Al’ight. I’ll try to be brave. I’ll be brave for you, okay?”[/color] but oh he wanted to get her out of that hotel more than anything. Even not knowing the full extent of her situation, he could tell things weren’t good… But then again… even George was afraid that if he took her now, her dad would return. What did he have left to do?

George sighed quietly. ”Are you okay, though?”[/color]
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[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

"I get put in here a lot for being bad."Still beside George she gave him a little shrug as though the conversation topic was the most natural thing in the whole world. And in a way, to her at least, it was. This sort of life was all she had come to know. The happiness of the Beatles was still very new to her and even foreign. Not to say that she didn't like it but being locked away, or worse, was her life. It never crossed her mind that it wasn't normal or that confused George Harrison, or the other three boys, might see something wrong with it or would even want to rescue her. If they had informed her of this ultimate plan she honestly would have argued that she didn't need rescuing because there was nothing wrong, she deserved it, or something along those lines. The man was the only father she knew after all, and little girls were supposed to love their fathers, weren't they?

"When I was little I used to be scared, but I'm not anymore." She offered in the hopes of possibly softening the worried expression that Harrison seemed to be sporting. She could make it out, even in the dark. Ontop of that she knew the words she had said were probably a half lie. Yes, she had long ago gotten used to this form of punishment but she still hadn't managed to cope with the anxiety that came with the worry of what her dear father might choose to do when he let her out. If he let her out...

"You don't have to be sorry. I've been in here a long time." She admitted with a little yawn still horribly detached from the awful situation. "Since it was dark out." Which most likely meant the night prior, when she had been returned to the hotel room. "I'm alright." The little girl reassured him softly though she was confused by his question. Someone actually cared if she was alright when she was being punished for being bad? The very thought sent her mind for a whirl. Emma felt him squeeze her hand back and for a moment was actually stunned by the touch. She directed her gaze down at the man's hand that she could barely make out in the dim light. Though it made her nervous it also made her feel a bit better about the world. The whole entire world with just one touch. She found that she liked it.

A silence passed between the two of them. A long silence of more than a few minutes. As if they didn't know what to say. What was there to say? After another long few moments Emma felt her head begin to lull as she drifted off to which she reacted with an upright jerk and a gasp. She had even managed to surprise herself! Blinking she rubbed at her eyes with her free hand only to discover that it was free from George's. "Georgie? Georgie? Where'd you go?" With a face filled with worry her head turned every which direction as if trying to locate him even though he was right beside her.

Squinting into the darkness she finally made out the online of his body that was right next to her. Pretty darned obvious really. Even so the little girl moved to her knees and came around in front of him, scooting close. Though it was likely that this body was George she couldn't be sure and well, she had to know. She wanted it to be George. She wanted it to be so badly.

"Please don't be mad..." Begged the little girl in a soft whisper as her hands shakily made their way forward and to his face where they began to feel about. She took in each facial curve and line. The structure of it all. "Georg-" Emma couldn't even choke out the name before she had to act. She couldn't see his warm eyes but she had confirmed who this man was and in relief she brought her tiny body close to his, almost like a hug except her little hands continued to lightly old onto his face as though it would keep the guitarist there forever.

Her back rose and fell slowly as she laid against him, still up on her knees but safely tucked against his chest and between his legs. Eyes wide open staring into darkness. Her little hands remained on his cheeks for a long few moments until they began to slowly slide until they found their way to sloppily hang around his neck atop his shoulders. Emma had fallen asleep. Stranger things had happened.

Brian meanwhile had been tearing up half of England trying to locate Dear George. He was the youngest and naturally Epstein felt the most protective of him (though he'd never admit it). Upon returning to the flat to brief the boys on the exciting news of another big show (and possible second movie deal) he was surprised to find that only three were at the flat. He was even more shocked when he learned that George Harrison was the one missing.

The boys had tried to cover it up but Brian knew them better than most. Eventually he had Ringo backed into a corner and he was the one who broke. An accusing glare to John, mixed with the current bargaining chip that Brian held in the form of a kiss, plus Paul in the room caused Lennon to, begrudgingly spill the location. And so Brian had went to the park and got there just in time to spot George leaving. But alone? Brian was quick to play spy and follow.

Unfortunately for him when he reached the hotel he had far less pull than cutie George. He tried his charming act plus 'do you know who I am' for about an hour before he slapped down a good wad of cash on the desk which earned him a trip upstairs and to the room in question.

The door was open. Odd. George needs to learn to close these. Right up there with the lid on the toily. Brian proceeded to use his index finger to 'accidentally' open the door. Stepping inside, hands in pockets, he took in the scene with a less than thrilled face. In fact his expression more so fit worry. The room was seemingly empty, things were knocked down, and it was hardly put together the way that obsessive compulsive Brian liked it. Worse yet... No sign of George! It took every ounce of control Brian had not to run into the hall screaming in panic for help. Instead he continued to survey the room eventually deciding to open the closet door for whatever reason. What was inside noticably surprised him.

"George?" Brian blinked, deep down he was actually relieved to have found the boy. "What are you...?" He couldn't even finish his question. He was at a loss for words: A rarity indeed.

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falling down,

”You wot? I jus’ don’t see why...”

[/color] but he stopped himself. Trying to explain that “being bad” was no excuse for locking a little girl in a closet. It wouldn’t get him anywhere if he had. He just couldn’t understand how people could be so cruel… Emma was such a sweet child. He couldn’t imagine her doing anything to even relatively deserve this kind of a punishment.

George would have been scared out of his mind if his mother or father had done something like this to him. But Emmy seemed so different from normal children. She was so calm, one might not have even been able to tell that this was timeout. She treated it like they were outside and playing at the park rather than in the small hotel closet awaiting an unknown fate. ”Yer very brave, Emmy.”[/color] he declared quietly, eyes catching a yawn as it left her lips. He just wanted her out of there. A long time? And by the looks of it, she hadn’t slept a wink. ”I’ll always worry about you...”[/color] was all George could manage, and it was a tiny whisper in the darkness. Nothing but a hiss of breath as the little girl’s head slowly nodded off into a small trance of slumber. He watched curiously… not saying a word, and hardly breathing… just as she jolted up in shock, having woken herself. But she was frantic now. Calling his name as though he had gone away… But no, George had not moved a muscle. Emmy searched in the darkness till she found his sitting form.

”Emmy, Emmy!”[/color] he called in a soothing voice, trying his best to calm her back down, ”Im’ right ‘ere, see?”[/color] he touched her arm with one hand, reminding her that he hadn’t moved an inch from her. And wouldn’t. He felt her shuffle closer, but did not move from his spot.

Even tipped his head curiously to watch her shape in the dark. Using what light he had to make out what she was up to. Little by little, she drew neared with her small, tired body. After a few minutes, she had crawled upon the Beatle’s lap, cradling into him so close, she was moving with each breath he took. He froze in spot, and melt himself go cold. Simply by the fact that he was not use to such a thing. He didn’t have a kid like John… not girlfriend like Ringo… and he was the youngest. Who could blame him? But with those frightened words, George felt himself relax. He couldn’t push her away. Didn’t want too. Simply, he lifted his hand to hold her against him.

Christ… Brian would be downright cross if she was brought to the flat. He’d told them himself that he didn’t want to see her again after yesterday. And who was George to cross that? Brian was the boss… their manager. He made the rules. But… How could he leave her? She was so fragile… and her father obviously didn’t have much care for her. I mean… he couldn’t even come up with a fit punishment for the poor thing! George could feel his chest tighten in pain. Eyes becoming moist from the fear. What was he going to do? He didn’t want to leave her… He couldn’t!

Small hands came up to his face, brushing over each detail of his narrow face. He couldn’t help but smile gently down at her. Hands brushing over her back, reassuring any hidden fears. Even just for the time that they were there. ”m’not mad, Emms…”[/color] and she seemed to be falling into a deep dreamlike state. Breath shallow and blue eyes no longer watching him. He sighed, holding back those tears that collected within his eyes. He had to be strong, right? That was what Paul would do… or John… Or even Ringo…. Right?

Just as the thoughts came, the door of the closet was slowly opened to reveal a disgruntled Brian Epstein. George’s face lifted slowly upward, Hand still habitually stroking Emmy caringly. When Brian spoke, George quickly lifted a single finger to his lips in a “shhhhh” manner. ”…I think we’re in timeout...”[/color] he whispered quietly, glancing down at Emmy. ”I- I couldn’t leave her ‘ere, Bri...”[/color]

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[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

Brian's surprised eyes were met with the sight of George, sitting on his tush in a cramped hotel closet. It was hardly dignified, let a lone a position of a Beatle. Not by Brian's standards anyhow. Even more alarming was what the young man was holding: The little blonde thing from the day earlier. Now, Brian distinctly remembered putting a time of death on this enfactuation of the four boys. Stomping it out like it was a threatening fire that might engulf them all. Yet the boys seemed insistent of relighting it each and every time. Why did they all insist on doing this? More so: Why did they have to get into George's head and make him do such things? Brian didn't have it in him, strangely, to blame George. It was always someone else's fault. George just didn't know any better. He was so damned innocent.

"You're not in anything." Brian was quick to cut him short with a very serious, 'no mess around' kind of tone. "Least not 'til I get you back to the flat." His arms crossed over his own chest if only to provide himself with some sort of comfort. Either way he was on the attack even though his defenses were up and at the ready. Nothing was more frightening to the manager than young George, the object of quite a few bird's affection, sitting there like an old man cradling a child like it was the most important thing to him. Even scarrier was just how natural he looked at it. No, Brian needed to put an end to this right now.

Lord, how he hated how George looked up at him like that. For a split second he almost felt guilty about what he had to do and what he was going to say, well, order. "Well you're going to have to leave it now Harrison." Brian immediately dismissed the subject giving a pointing gesture with his left hand. "Put it down and stand up." Brian said with a blink. He sucked in his bottom lip, struggling to keep his composure but everything about this situation seemed to irk him.

"Harry, put it down NOW." Brian bellowed, still fighting the battle of keeping his voice somewhere between yelling and a whisper. A very hard thing to do given all of the risks that currently surrounded the three of them. His eyes caught glimpse of George's hand absentmindedly stroking the little girl's back and Brian's own hand shot out, as he leaned forward, grabbing George by the wrist in an attempt to halt the action. "That's enough of that." His eyes skimmed over the Beatle and the thing he held. "That's enough of all of this." He finished, releasing George's wrist and straightening. He could never be firm with the youngest for long.

"I'm not fooling." He gave another warning, his foot threatened to tap impatiently, a sure sign that he was losing patience. Letting out a heavy sigh he rubbed his temples with his fingertips. Sometimes the approach that he chose to use for Lennon just didn't work on George. He was too skittish, too shy (at times), too nervous. He was too good. Brian had no choice but to cater to that as best he could. And hell, he adored that skittish, shy, good boy.

"George... She's not a toy. She's not a play thing. You can't just hideout with her in this closet... You shouldn't even be in here." Brian's eyes scanned from side to side as he studied the room. He managed to hide his own nervousness for the boy's sake but how long would that last? "Either put it down or I'll have to take it from you." He stated reverting back into his old bag of tricks. Some habits, no matter how much you cared about a person, were hard to break.

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falling down,

It was rather clear that Harry had caught Brian by surprise. Well… who was to know that by opening a simple closet door, that he was falling into the world of Narnia? Things were so much hazier now. George could hardly think, yet alone speak. It was like all thought and capability was gone from him. All he could do was sit there, holding that small child like a vice. Dreading a moment he would have to put her down. But that moment would come sooner than he had anticipated. He wasn’t in trouble now, but just wait till he got back to the flat… he was in for it.

“Least not till I get you back to the flat.” but… he didn’t want to go back to the flat! He wanted to stay here with Emmy. He didn’t quite like the tone that Brian was taking on. It was stern, but tinged the likes of… was that fear? The choked attempts to speak the words he knew George would not like. Forced out in a manner that tugged the young Beatle’s gaze back up.

”no… Brian I don’t want to… I don’t want t’leave ‘er ‘ere. He’ll come back…”

[/color] though George didn’t specify who he was, there was fear that laced each word. A subtle tremble that made speech difficult. Brian pointed to Emmy within George’s arms, and his whole heart sunk in his chest. With a painful leap from within his stomach, George found himself facing one of the hardest decisions he ever had…. Disobey his manager- his Boss. Or help this little girl while he still could. His thick brows pulled together tight, eyes darkening around the edges with the moisture he was trying so very hard to hold back.

”Br-Brian… please don’t make me do this… please…”[/color] his voice trembled terribly. The harder he tried to steady it, the more it shook. But Brian was stern, words becoming deeper, and more focused at the little girl he insisted on calling “it”. He was as detached as possibly he could see her father being. ”Emma,”[/color] he corrected, ”her, name is Emma.”[/color] he then shook his head, avoiding Epstein’s eyes that he was sure would be full of anger and disappointment. The two things he hated the most when it came to the five of them back at the flat. Disappointment probably being the worst… He simply loathed failure. It just wouldn’t do in this business…

But wasn’t that just the point Brian was trying to make? Wasn’t this the very thing holding him back from the band? All of them? Brian would drop him from the Beatles… wouldn’t he? Leave him flat and back in Liverpool where there was nothing for him. These thoughts left his throat dry. ”That's enough of that.” George’s wrist was grabbed and pulled away from Emmy. Causing George’s eyes to snap up in surprise. It had shocked him enough that Emmy had gotten this close, but Brian’s hand had caused him to nearly jump from his own skin. After a moment, he calmed his racing heart, though his body was still as tense as possible.

George chose not to speak for the duration of Brian’s short impatience-fit. Only looking up at him like a puppy looking for the reason he had been thwaped with a newspaper. Though to no avail. It just wasn’t fair.

”She hadn’t shown up-”[/color] he swallowed hard, looking into Brian’s eyes with an unrelenting sadness. ”at the park, I mean… I knew somethin’ was wrong…”[/color] the baby Beatle took one more look back down at the baby girl, and his heart simply broke in two. His hands shook and he began taking deep breaths in order to keep himself stable. Slowly, he bent down, gently pressing his lips to the side of her face in a gentle, caring kiss, before sliding her slowly from his lap down beside him. As he got shakily to his feet, George removed his jacket and quietly placed it over her. Simply staring down at her for a moment longer before he was backing out of the closet. When he turned, though, his cheeks were wet.

”She'll wake up alone. nd' she'll hate me.”[/color] was all he said, not giving much time for Brian to look at him, before he was striding towards the door and out. Not waiting or expecting any sort of reply. He could hardly bare the thought of living with himself for what he had done...

’I’m a selfish fucking bastard. Trading a little girl for a career. What’ave I become?’

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[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

A part of Brian felt extremely guilty about enforcing the rules on little George. A very small part of himself that rarely showed itself to others. In fact at times Epstein would even claim that he was as cold and unfeeling as a rock. But standing there in front of George, who would always be a little boy from Liverpool to him (no matter how old he got), he felt downright dispicable. Every pout and sad look that young man sported actually tugged on heartstrings that Brian had long forgotten he had. But he knew that he couldn't go back on his word. He had to maintain order and discipline. If he didn't George Harrison would be in for a whole world of hurt. Brian did not wish for him to experience that as he once had. He would protect him if he could.

"Sometimes we have to do things that we don't want to George." Ugh. Brian felt himself inwardly wince. He sounded just like his father. He hated it even though he knew that he was right. He was always right whether the boys wanted to admit it or not. He certainly wasn't ever going to admit to being wrong! Brian swore that George was holding the little thing so tight that he was risking popping her head right off. Of course this thought was absurd because it was very apparent that George would never hurt it. He apparently wanted to save it. But from what? Whatever it was Brian couldn't let the guitarist become a part of it. He had so much of his young life to look forward to (and part of Brian's older one if you took paychecks into account), he couldn't afford to be weighted down by this youngster.

His brow rose slightly as a choice of words peaked his interest. "Who will come back?" Jesus, from the way he spoke it was like he feared some sort of fire breathing monster. Brian was well aware that those were purely fictional so whatever the youngest Beatle feared it certainly couldn't be all that bad. At least not as awful as he was making it out to be. He was being silly at any cost! And Brian, well, he was plain losing his patience. "George, I know you're having a difficult time, but I refuse to repeat myself. NOW." And there would be no arguing now. George knew him well enough to know that his foot was down on the matter.

"It's name could be Queen of England I'd still ask for much the same." Brian told him seriously, his eyes never once leaving George's face. The manager was well aware that George lacked the confidence to battle him for so long. He wasn't like Lennon. He'd give in eventually. He was far too easily swayed, or rather bossed around. But here was the young man speaking up. Nothing horribly rash or even on the offense, but just an explanation. Considering under these circumstances George could barely form sentences Brian saw this as a development though he wasn't sure he liked it.

No... He didn't like it at all. Because George did the unthinkable and pressed a tender kiss against the side of the little girl's face who moved ever so slightly at the contact. UGH! Brian felt his heart flutter and twinge and it made him sick. He hated feeling and right now he felt nothing but care and admiration for the young man's plight. No! This would not do! Brian had seen people treat others with this sort of care and it meant only one thing... Brian's greatest fear was that George and the other three men would have this feeling for the little girl. It'd hold them down! He couldn't let it happen!

As Emma was set down on the floor her hands gave a tiny fight to being rid of, holding onto the material on George's shoulders for a few seconds before she was set down completely. Brian frowned and lowered his head still feeling a twinge of agony for what he had to do. Massaging his temple again he let out a very heavy sigh catching George putting the coat atop the little girl and rising. But at first he didn't move, Brian felt his pulse race. No this wasn't good.

"She's not your responsibility." Brian assured gently which caused George to turn around to reveal his wet cheeks. Brian felt another flutter. WHEN WOULD THIS STOP?! "She won't hate you. Kids don't hate." Oh, but Brian knew different. After all, he had been one. This seemed to be enough for George soon made his exit toward the door, Brian however could only stare dumbfounded at the 'crime scene'.

"That coat is bloody expensive George." Ah yes, he was back in familiar territory now as he followed behind the young man, standing in the hotel doorway. "You can't just leave it here." He called out to him, referring to the jacket. "Damnit Harrison, I just don't understand where all of this chivalry is coming from."

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falling down,

No matter what thoughts Brian seemed so determined to nail into his head about this situation, only George knew how he felt. Knew what he should feel. Emma was a living, breathing little girl. As alive as any of them. But Brian wasn’t ready to open up. He was afraid of being like George- weak.

Because George was not calloused to the world. He was still only a boy… naïve about so many things he had yet to see. Hamburg had opened his eyes to the worse and the best of things. Filthy Hamburg… only good for making a lad thankful to be out and in London. But there was still a lot he had yet left to learn. So much ahead of him.

By the time Brian was asking about him, George was shaking his head. It wouldn’t matter to Brian if George did say something. He didn’t care now, and he wouldn’t ever. But that was just the thing that drained hope from those once bright brown eyes. The boy with the spring in his step, and the world before him was broken inside. And every second he was forced to leave her there, that crack in the glass was getting larger.

As he was placing her down, those little hands gripped his shoulders. Pulling at the fabric of his jacket and causing George to whimper lightly. But at last, she let go and he hesitantly placed her down. ”Then who’s responsibility is she? Huh? She doesn’t have anybody, Brian. Not anymore…”

[/color] but the look in his manager’s eyes told him otherwise. He scowled almost, turning his attention away from the ’crime scene’.

”We ‘ave’a show tomorrow night. Get a new one with that check.”[/color] George said flatly, as though Brian were not even with him. The thought of money, at a time like this made George sick. He didn’t want to think about the benefits of work, because his heart had been left back in that closet. While he was here, nothing but a consciousness and a body. Mindlessly making his way back to the flat. Brian stopped in the door way and called out to Harrison. ”Chivalry?”[/color] he questioned in a blank tone, stopping in his tracks and looking back sadly for a few moments.

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[BRIAN SAMUEL EPSTEIN]

Brian hadn't meant to come off as cold or calculated, or perhaps he had, but he certainly didn't want to hurt George by being such a way. Brian adored the youngest Beatle as though he were his own son whether he wanted to admit such a thing or not. He made sure he was doing alright, took him out when he felt any kind of ill, he looked out for him really. Seeing as Brian was, well, a homosexual it wasn't likely that he would be having any offspring any time soon. Plus, youngsters just outright terrified him. George Harrison was all he knew and, in the end, all he ever had.

Brian had never seen George as weak. Well, maybe he did but he'd never describe him as such outloud. Then again he couldn't really describe him for what he was outloud out of fear of being mushy. George was kind, giving, and by this appearance loving. Hell, right now he was coming across as a regular sap and bleeding heart. While Brian would have far preferred him to see this way while hunched over his guitar (as he usually tended to be) it still was, admittedly, nice to know that not everyone had been brainwashed by their fame and impending fortune. Well, not yet anyways... Only time would tell. And really, what Brian was pushing (he was all too aware of) was the opposite of what George was currently. He had to if only to be difficult. To be 'strong'.

"Not yours is the point I'm getting at. Come George, you're a smart lad. You never are at a loss for what to say to Johnny when he quips you." Brian sighed, knowing all too well the routine of the boys. Throwing playful insults. Witty banter. It was what they knew and George wasn't as quiet and innocent in those matters as he led people to believe. "Do you think this thing needs saving? That's it?" Brian's voice raised an octave as he waved his hands at the man. "For god sakes Harry. She was in a closet, hardly hanging out the window. Kids hide in closets all the bloody time." Brian wasn't completely sure about this assumption but he had seen it before, seen it in movies too, it was very likely that children played their little hide and seek games in every nook that they could.

"No. I want payment now. And you don't have it." Brian stated simply yet confrontationally. He was going to exert his force here, especially if he knew that he could to get his way. "I will not wait until tomorrow. I bought that bloody jacket and if you can't pay me back for it you're going to take it back until you can." Was he being unreasonable? Sure he was, and it was completely on purpose. "I will not have you wasting expensive possessions on every little thing you see."
If George was 'cracking the glass' as it were Brian was certainly chucking it on the ground and watching it go every which direction. And... He caught himself. Instantly feeling guilty. After all, what had George ever done? He had just cared. That's all he ever seemed to do. Brian couldn't completely pop his bubble like others had for him years ago.

"Yes Georgie Boy." He sighed, running a pale hand through his hair actually messing it up a tad. He'd fix it soon enough, right now he was kind of stressed out. "Chivalry. You know.... Respect? Heroics? That whole chestnut.." He ran through the various words watching them fall upon George's face. Now HE felt like he was speaking to a child. He felt fatherly then... He didn't completely hate it. "Like the knights in old story books. Saving the damsel from the dragon in a tower." Deep down Epstein was surprised that he had even remembered that. He chose to forget most of his own childhood even the parts that were quite enjoyable.

"Surely you know about knights, George." He said softly actually taking a step away from the door and to the Beatle, placing a surprisingly comforting hand on his shoulder though he was careful not to squeeze: He might break him! "I'm sorry lad... We can't all be knights. That's why the stories are in books. They're not real." This was something that he took as common sense yet he was very patient with George. "S'alright?"

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