Rin

"Yer heard Georgie, yer stay put." Ringo says, wandering off to go find some weed, drinks, just something. He was in Holland, after all. Paul was left alone.

He turned to peek out the window, and upon seeing a pretty little butterfly, ran out the door to chase it. Somehow, he'd done so quietly.

George came back into the lounge with a plate of food about 15 later. He looked up, expecting to see Paul on the couch with Ringo. Instead, he was met with two completely empty spots. No Ringo, no Paul. He clenches his fists around the plate in anger, before calling out.

"RINGO."

Ringo stumbled out from behind another door, a joint balanced between his lips.

"Yer need somethin'?" He slurred, lazily looking up at George.

"Where have you been?" George demanded, putting the plate down on the table.

"In the other room."

"And where's Paul?"

Ringo looks around, also having expected to see Paul on the couch. He looked like a guilty old dog when he realized Paul was gone, the front door left slightly open.

"Yer fucken kiddin'..." Ringo muttered, stumbling forward and out the door, George trailing behind.

"If you lost the kid-" George started, but Ringo raised a hand to silence him.

"We'll find 'im. Lil twat couldn't have ran too far now."

George just grumbled angrily, stomping around and looking out for Paul's pudgy little face.

They looked around for a good hour. An entire fucking hour, and Paul was no where too be seen. Ringo was getting angry himself now; George had been making jabs and nasty remarks at him the whole time.

He was about to snap back when he heard Paul's meek voice from afar

"Ringo? Roo?" Paul called.

The men didn't know where he was, but thank God he was nearby. They started walking quickly now, towards the boys voice.

They stopped by a tree, and looked up.

There he was, little Paul, stuck up in the branches, happily kicking his little feet.

"Roo! I knew you'd find me, y'know! Now, I think, y'know, I may be stuck in this here tree. Now, if you, y'know, climb on up here, you could carry me down, y'know?" Paul says, talking fast.

"Yer gonna have ta jump down 'ere, Kid. I'm useless at climbing." Ringo called up to him.

George just sighed, tired of all this bullshit going on.

"I've never been good at jumping, y'know... And, y'know, this tree is quite high up! Maybe if you find a ladder... y'know, 15 meters-"

"Yer'll be fine, Paulie. Just come down." Ringo grunted, spreading his arms to catch Paul.

"Y'know, I'm getting scared now, Roo... Quite high up, y'know." Paul started getting quieter now, looking down at the ground below.

George watched the situation unravel, mad at Ringo, worried for Paul.

"Just come down Paul, Ringo'll catch you.." George said, trying to keep Paul calm.

Paul leaned foward trying to look down and fell, screaming as he went down. Ringo quickly stepped foward to catch him, holding him tightly in his arms as they both stumbled to the ground.

Paul started crying out of fear, grabbing at Ringos costume as he wept. Ringo rubbing his back and sat up, trying to quickly calm him down. His pathetic baby cries annoyed him.

"Told yer I'd catch yer." He muttered to Paul, standing up and carrying him back to George's.

"If you ever lose the kid again, Ringo..." George spat.

"I won't." He promised.