HELTER SKELTER

A/N: Someone wanted a sequel to Turn Me On, Dead Man so I decided to do one. You need to read Turn Me On, Dead Man first in order to follow this one.

Chapter One

(March 30, 1967…)

"Okay, I think everything is perfect now."

Paul McCartney finished looking over the set for the Sergeant Pepper photo shoot for the album. It had been 6 months since The Doctor, Amy and Rory had come into his life and saved him from dying. Since then, he and the rest of his band mates recorded the remainder of the songs that were going to be on the album, using the record album and lyric sheets the Doctor had given them as a guide. They kept it between themselves, Jane and William, the man the Illuminati had chosen to replace him at one time. Their producer had been shocked at the speed with which they finished the remaining songs. The Beatles told him they'd been hit with a sudden burst of inspiration and creativity and they nudged each other when George wasn't looking. Now they had gotten to the stage where they needed the photos for the entire album. The Beatles took the album with them and kept it hidden under Paul's coat. Every once in awhile they would raise the coat and take a peek to make sure everything was the same as the album. The people they had hired to design the set were a bit confused at the seemingly haphazard arrangement of things but the Beatles assured them that they knew what they were doing.

"Trust me, this all makes sense to us," he said when one of the set designers asked about the arrangement of the flowers in the left handed bass.

"But they're not solid. You want it to look like a bass guitar but you're asking us to arrange the flowers in sections instead of just laying down a whole guitar."

"I know, but this is the way we want it. Trust us, mate, and just do it. That's what we're paying ya for," John said.

He rolled his eyes when the man walked away and went back to work. He walked over to Paul who was sipping tea out of a Styrofoam cup.

"The designers are getting on my nerves. Why don't they just do what we ask them to and don't ask questions?" he said to Paul.

"John, look at it," Paul said, gesturing to the set, "wouldn't you be confused if you saw that. Hell, I still don't understand everything about it. I just know that we need to duplicate everything exactly like it is on the album."

"This is daft. You realize if we duplicate all these album and songs, people still might interpret it as you being dead."

"So?" Paul said with a shrug. "At least this time we can have a giggle at it all and I'm here havin' a giggle with ya so let our fans think what they want."

"Have you spoken to her lately?" John said.

"You mean Amy?"

"Course I mean Amy. Has she phoned you on your future phone?"

"Not lately. I don't want to ring her too often, she might be busy," Paul said.

"You oughta call her, Paulie. Don't you think she and the Doctor and Rory might wanna see this? Especially since she's the one who pointed out most of those death clues in the first place. Besides, she needs to see Billy in his makeup."

Paul thought about that and nodded.

"Keep people away from me while I ring her," he said to John.

"Yes, Squadron Leader! I will keep the Krauts at bay!" John said, saluting.

Paul grinned at that. He hurried off and got behind a painted backdrop while John put his hands behind his back and kept an eye out for anyone approaching. He took the mobile out of his pocket and flipped it open. He glanced around; making sure no one was watching him before he dialed Amy's number.

"Hope I'm not bothering you, Sis," he murmured as he held the mobile to his ear.

There were a couple of rings and then he heard someone answer.

"Hello?" Amy said. "Paul, is that you?"

He grinned and warbled to her.

"Hello, hello, don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello."

Amy giggled.

"You're not s'posed to know that song yet…or are you?"

"No, actually I'm not, but hey, it's your fault for sharing personal information about me future, Miss Pond," he said. "Am I bothering you?"

"Nah, I'm lying here on the beach in the Bahamas with the Doctor and Rory."

"What?" Paul said as she laughed. "Oooh, no fair! I'm stuck inside doing a photo shoot."

"Well, be sure to tell them to only take photos of your good side then."

"I will. But you don't understand, we're doing the photo shoot for the Sergeant Pepper album."

"You are? Are you making it look like the original?"

"We are. Down to the last detail."

"Ooo, sounds thrilling."

"Yes, and you and the Doctor and Rory need to come and see it."

"Wait a tic; they're right here with me…ON THE BEACH!"

"Oh you saucy bitch," Paul said while she laughed.

He heard Amy speaking to the Doctor and Rory in the background, telling them what was happening. A few minutes later, she got back on the phone.

"He said, yes," Amy said. "He needs the date and time though."

"March 30th, 1967 and it's…" he checked his watch, "2:34 p.m."

"Okay, we'll be there in a few minutes. Oh, the Doctor wants to know where you're at."

"Chelsea Manor Photographic Studios."

"Okay, wait a tic."

Amy relayed that to the Doctor.

"Does he need the address?" Paul said into the phone.

"No, he can tell the TARDIS where to go and she'll find it," Amy said. "We'll be there in a minute or two. The Doctor will fix it so the TARDIS arrives right after you finish the call."

"Well, I'll go then so you can come. Hey, that's pretty catchy. I'll go so you can come, there's a song there."

"Whatever," Amy said as he laughed. "Just go, ya knucklehead and we'll be there in a moment."

"See ya then," Paul said.

He ended the call, closed the mobile and put it back in his pocket. He peeked out from behind the backdrop and noticed John was now adjusting a couple of the cutouts. He called to him and when John looked over his shoulder, he mimed making a phone call and mouthed, they're coming, to him. John nodded and put his hands in his pockets.

"I better find George and Ringo and get into costume," he said, walking away.

Paul nodded. His eyes widened when he suddenly heard a wheezing sound behind him.

"I know that sound…" Paul murmured.

He turned and walked back behind the backdrop and the TARDIS was there. He smiled when the door opened and his friends came out. He embraced them.

"Wow, you landed your ship right behind me, that's impressive," Paul said.

"Well, my girl is an expert at landing," the Doctor said, patting her side. "So, you finally arrived to this point, the famous photo shoot."

"Yup, and we decided to recreate it exactly. We hired a couple of photographers that frankly are very confused about all this and why we're doing this. We're just telling them that we were suddenly inspired. And John went to get into costume and get George and Ringo into costume because we already worked on William and he's ready. Which is also confusing our photographers because we told them that William's taking my place. They keep asking why and we just said it's for a laugh. We're very naughty."

He beckoned to them and they went around the backdrop. Rory whistled when he saw the set.

"Wow! This is so cool!" Rory said, looking around. "The actual Sergeant Pepper photo shoot."

He and the Doctor wandered over to the set. Amy started to follow him but Paul grabbed her arm. She turned and gave him a questioning look.

"I wanted to tell you something," he said in a soft voice. "You know the car crash in the Day in the Life song?"

"Yes," Amy said softly.

"It didn't have anything to do with me," Paul said. "On December 18th of last year, my friend Tara Browne went out for a drive in his Aston Martin with a female friend. He was speeding, ran past a traffic light and collided with a lorry. His friend survived but he died the next morning."

"Oh, Paul, I'm so sorry," Amy said.

She embraced Paul and he held her tightly.

"He blew his mind out in a car," Paul said as he held her tightly. "He didn't notice that the lights had changed and no one really knew if he was from the House of Lords. He wasn't from the House of Lords but his father was. When we started to record that song after Tara died, I read the lyrics and it hit me that he was the one John was talking about. We debated whether to use it and I thought perhaps it would be a tribute to him so we went ahead and did it. But I just wanted to let you know that this particular clue doesn't have to do with me."

Amy squeezed his hand and he gave her a peck on the cheek as they walked over to the set. Rory and the Doctor were laughing and Paul and Amy paused to try to figure out why.

"What's so funny?" Amy finally said.

"The Doctor is being pompous and pointing out how many people in this montage he's met."

"I've met him and him and him and her," the Doctor said as he pointed to random people.

"Your mate acts just like John does," Paul said. "My sympathies to ya. By the way, Doctor, there is one death clue you neglected to mention to us."

"Oh? How can that be? I've made an exhaustive study of the Paul is Dead legend and poured over every clue. How could I have missed one?"

"We also can never tell if he's takin' the mickey out of us or not," Amy said as the Doctor grinned.

"Don't listen to Pond," the Doctor said with a dismissive wave of his hand, "what is this death clue I overlooked?"

"Just before we did this, we took the album cover to a florist because we wanted to get the same flowers that were originally used. We found out what they were and when we told the guy it was supposed to depict a funeral scene he gave us an interesting little titbit. So, Doctor, mighty Time Lord, what species of flowers is these and how could they tie in to all the other death clues?"

"Those…are hyacinths, my dear Beatle Boy, and hyacinths are the mythological flower of death."

"My hats off to ya, all knowing Time Lord," Paul said, bowing his head.

"Are you serious?" Amy said.

"Yes, in mythology hyacinth flowers represent death. Look it up, Pond, don't you know anything? Must I be the brains around here?" the Doctor said, his hands on his hips.

"Not gonna comment on that one," Amy said as Paul and Rory laughed and the Doctor gave her an incensed look.

Paul looked over and smiled.

"Aha, the Fop Brigade have arrived," he said.

Everyone turned and saw the Beatles and William dressed up in their Sergeant Pepper outfits. Amy and the others ran to them and Amy embraced William.

"Wow, you look good," she said.

William smiled at her. He looked exactly like he did on the album cover except he was currently wearing his glasses. He suddenly remembered them and took them off while the Beatles came up beside them and Paul came up beside the Doctor.

"We brought in some makeup artists and had them cast a mold of his face and then they made prosthetics that made his face look more like mine," Paul said, pointing to William's face. "Plus we used makeup, a wig and the fake mustache and hey presto, William the Easter Egg."

"He won't stop calling me that," William said while they laughed.

"Don't feel bad, Billy. We're Easter eggs as well," George replied, patting him on the shoulder. "We're getting tired of people asking why Billy's in costume instead of Paul. Every five minutes, someone comes up to us asking, "What about Paul, where will he be?""

"I'm over there, that's where I am," Paul said, pointing to the waxwork of himself.

"Say…speaking of the cutout and waxwork loonies in our little audience. I have another brilliant idea!" John said, coming up beside John and putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Oh no, what?" Paul said.

"See these three?" John said, pointing to the Doctor, Amy and Rory, "for another laugh, have them go and stand behind some of the cutouts, stick their head in between a couple of em and be very, very still and see if anyone notices there are real people behind us," he said as everyone laughed.

"Hmm…" Paul said, scratching his chin while they laughed harder. "Tempting idea, that. Amy, go and put your head beside old Crowley up there."

"No thanks. I've had enough of Satanic people for one lifetime," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Can I stand next to Marilyn Monroe?" Rory asked.

"Oi!"

Everyone laughed when Amy swatted him on the arm.

"What? I like her films," he said sheepishly while Amy gave him a dubious look.

A young blonde haired woman approached them and tapped Ringo on the shoulder.

"Yes, love?" he said to her.

"Roger Daltry and Keith Moon are here, do you want to see them?" she asked.

Ringo looked back at the others.

"Do we?" he said to the other Beatles.

"Are they here to destroy our hard work?" John teased with an evil grin.

He smiled at the woman.

"We'll see them. Go ahead and let them in," he said.

The woman nodded and hurried off. John looked at the others.

"That was Helen, one of the assistants. She's in charge of minding the drawbridge," he said. "We rather busy but hey, we can let them in so you can meet them. That way you can say you've met two of The Who."

He smiled.

"Two of The Who, two of The Who," he sang while everyone laughed. "Bomp-ba-ba-loompa-womp-bam-boo!"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Sergeant Naff and his Barmy Ponce Club Band!"

They turned to see Roger Daltry and Keith Moon approaching them. Amy raised her eyebrow when she saw Roger. She had seen Tommy several years ago and she remembered being mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. His eyes were still a bright blue but the long hair he had in the movie was for the moment a series of tight blonde curls. He approached them in a regal manner, the frills on the cuffs of his white shirt swaying back and forth as he walked. Keith, by contrast, was ambling along in a lazy manner, the fringe of his slightly mussed brown hair falling into his eyes while a lopsided smile split his face. John quickly made introductions and both Roger and Keith shook the newcomers hands.

"Hello, Roger, do any rogering today?" John said with a sly grin after he'd finished.

Roger flipped him off while they chuckled.

"Well, that's what you do with those nubile young groupies of yours, yeah?"John said. "Introduce them to the real meaning of your name?"

"Funny, Lennon," Roger said dryly. "Keith and I decided to come over and see this…weird set of yours. What exactly are you doing?"

"We're taking a photo for our latest record album," John said. "One that's guaranteed to hit number one on the charts and leave the pitiful offerings you call your songs in the dust."

"Have that on good authority, do you?"

John glanced at the Doctor.

"Very good authority," he said with an enigmatic smiled while the other Beatles tried not to laugh. "I daresay," he continued in an airy voice, "that this record will be the pinnacle of our career and be considered groundbreaking by those near and far."

"Or it'll fail miserably and be used by your fans as something to shit on," Keith said gleefully.

John eyed him while he snickered.

"Moon, shouldn't you be off wrecking a drum somewhere?" he said.

Keith's eyes widened.

"Yeah, I should. I'll start with yours!" he said as he headed towards the bass drum on the set.

Everyone laughed when Keith sped up the moment John, George and Ringo tried to stop him. Paul started to go but was stopped when Roger grabbed his arm.

"Need to tell ya something. A man came to see us today, had a story for us, a very interesting story," Roger said while the Doctor, Amy, Rory and William listened.

"Oh yeah? What sort of story?"

"Chap said he had a problem with the lights."

The three travelers frowned when Paul and William's eyes widened in understanding. Roger glanced at them and William.

"Can I speak to you in private about it?" he said.

"Um…you can but I want these four with me, don't worry, they can be trusted," Paul said.

"Okay, do you have somewhere private we can go to?"

"I have a room set aside for me so I can go and relax. We can go in there," Paul said.

"Splendid, lead on then," Roger said.

After telling the others they'd be a moment, Paul led his group back towards his room. On the way there, he looked back at the Doctor, Amy and Rory.

"After what happened to me and Amy, I made as many people as I could aware of the Illuminati and what they were up to. Since then, everyone's kept an eye out and we came up with a phrase to use if trouble is afoot. The phrase is there's a problem with the lights or some variation of that. That's why I wanted you lot to come with me and hear this."

The Doctor nodded. He and the others followed Paul out of the room while the other three Beatles chatted with Keith.

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