Sometime during the morning
Each of the monkees were hanging out with each of the beatles. Mike was taking a walk while talking to John about their music, Davy and George were at the beach basically building a sand castle together, Micky and Paul were at the store getting some food so they could cook out, and Peter and Ringo were still inside the house.
Then, it happened. The ground began to shake. At first, it was a small shake. Then, it started to shake perfusely. Mike and John didn't know what was happening.
"Woah. What's going on?" John found himself yelling.
"Its an earthquake!" Mike yelled pulling John out of the street as the street started parting from under their feet. Glass flew everywhere from buildings. It seemed to go on forever.
It finally stopped after 4 minutes. Mike and John were leaning against the side of a building with their heads covered as the ground stopped shaking. Mike slowly looked up.
He finally spoke after a few minutes: "This doesn't mean its over. Come on. We need to get our friends and see if they're okay."
John nodded. He looked terrified.
Mike grabbed him as they moved away from the side and started walking in the street. There was still pieces of buildings falling all around them. They both had gotten glass on their faces and in their hair. They were only 6 blocks away from the pad and they ran all the way there.
Once there, they saw that half the house was gone. "John, go to the beach. See if George and Davy are still there!"
"Will do!" John said as they both seperated while Mike went inside. The dust started to make him cough as he stepped over plaster and fallen pieces of the roof.
"Peter? Ringo? You in here?"
He heard coughing coming from behind him and he turned around. It was Ringo. He ran up to Ringo and knelt beside him. "Hey Ringo, you hurt?"
"No. I don't think so. 'elp me up will ya?"
Mike grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "Where's Peter? Have you seen him?"
He thought for a second. "When the quake hit, he was standin' over there!"
"Alright. Just relax here and I'll find him."
Mike walked over to where Ringo had pointed. He found Peter out like a light but no known injuries. "Peter?"
Peter shot up as he started breathing heavily not really knowing what happened. "What happened?" He looked around. Then, he looked at Mike. "What are you doing here? I thought you were on a walk with John."
Mike smiled. "Yeah we were. Until a quake hit. You alright?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah. I think I'm fine."
"Alright. Up and at em." He said forcing Peter to stand up. Peter had a really bad looking cut on his forehead and Mike started to examine it. He walked up to where the kitchen used to be and grabbed the first aid kit.
John came inside. "No luck. I couldn't find either one of them." He saw Ringo and walked up to him and pulled him to for a hug. "Glad ye alright mate."
"Ye too."
"So, we're missing two of each. Micky, Davy, Paul and George. Did Micky and Paul tell either one of you where they were going?"
"I think they said they were getting some food to cook out with."
"Great. They could be all the way across town. We need to find them and make sure they're okay." Mike said as he tended to Peter who winced every time Mike touched the cut on his head. "Sorry Peter."
"Its alright. It has to get done right?"
"Right. Once we're done here, we start the journey to find the others. It won't be easy because we can expect some aftershocks."
John and Ringo both had their attention to Mike. "Ye mean this isn't over?"
"No. Its not. Sorry to say this but, you picked a bad time to come to Malibu."
"I think we're startin' to figure that out." John mumbled under his breath.
Mike had put a bandage on Peter's cut and he turned around to face the others. "Alright. Let's get outta here and find the other 4."
George's POV
Me and Davy had been at the beach when the quake hit. We weren't hurt.......Well, not too bad. Only a couple scrapes and bruises but that's it. We found ourselves suddenly far away from their beach house. I didn't know where I was but Davy knew since he knew his way around.
"Davy, where are we?"
"On the outskirts of town. Don't worry George. I know exactly where we are. We're close to where Micky said he would be. Lets go look for him." Davy said to me as I followed, walking beside 'im.
It took us quite a bit to get to the area Paulie and Micky would be. I heard Davy say: "Look! There!" 'e pointed over ahead of both of us and I saw Paul and Micky both helping each other out of a building.
"Paulie!" I call out. Apparently 'e 'eard me because 'e turned 'is attention our way. 'e looked aweful, but 'e was alive. Which I was thankful for.
George! Davy! Glad to see ye both in one piece."
"Hey Dav." Micky said as Paul set 'im down on the side of the road.
"You alright Micky?"
"Oh yeah. Just peachy." I could tell Micky was using sarcasm. 'e also looked aweful. 'is face lost alot of colour.
Davy went over to check 'im out while I took a good look at me mate Paul. "I'm fine George." Paul told me as 'e wouldn't let me look 'im over.
"Come on Paul! Behave."
"That word isn't in me vocabulary."
"Yes it is. You just got to find it."
Paul faced me. 'is clothes were torn and dirty and 'e didn't 'ave the energy to fight with me. I could tell that much. "Ow about ye sit down as well Macca. It looks like ye going to pass out on me."
"I'm fine george."
"Answer me this then, were ye inside that building when it collapsed?"
"Ye." I hear 'im say under 'is breath.
"Okay then. Ye not fine mate. Ye can't possibly tell me that ye made it out of there without any injuries."
"Micky actually shielded me from getting 'it by anythin'. So, technically, I wasn't 'urt that bad."
"Doesn't matter. Ye were still hurt. Sit!" I demanded and 'e surprisingly obeyed and sat down. But, if looks could kill.........
"Ow's Micky?" I found meself asking.
"Pretty beaten up. They both need a doctor to look them over." As if on queue, some medics walked over to us. They first started looking at me and Davy.
"Ey fellas. Not us, them." Davy spoke to them.
"The both of you need to get checked out too."
"We're fine though. Its our friends that need to get looked over."
"Alright. We'll look over you're friends, and then you two. I'm not taking no for an answer."
"Oh alright. Just look them over."
He knelt beside Micky and lifted his head. "Is it too late to say I'm fine?"
"Yeah. Ye not fine. Now, shut up!" Paulie told Micky and I couldn't 'elp but snicker at that.
"What are ye laughin' at Georgie?"
"Nothin'. I wasn't laughin' at anythin'." I tried to deny but Paulie knew better.
"Stop ye laughin'."
"A big cranky aren't you mate?"
He just glared at me with an unamused expression. 'e finally spoke after a while. "ave ye found the others yet?"
"You mean the other four? No. They might be at their 'ouse. We 'aven't stopped by there. We were way closer to ye two than we were to them. So, their our next stop."
"Okay boys, unfortunately, I'll have to take both of you to the hospital for some tests and to get fixed up. Micky, you have at least 3 broken ribs and a fractured wrist, Paul, you have a cucussion and a really bad looking cut on you're hand. We're going to have to take care of that before you go anywhere."
"What, no!" Paul started to resist going to the hospital to get checked out.
"Paulie, go! It'll be fine."
'e just shook 'is 'ead at me. "I 'ate 'ospitals."
"I know. Almost everyone 'ates them. It'll be fine mate."
"Listen to you're friend. We'll go easy on you."
"Oh alright. I'll go."
"What hospital are you taking them to?" Davy questioned.
"Saint Mary's hospital. They'll be fine."
"Okay. Micky, you behave yourself."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll try my best. Go find our friends."
"We'll be in to check up on you and Paul once we find them."
Micky nodded and Davy and I took off in the other direction. Davy saw that I kept glancing behind me at Paul. "Ey, he'll be fine. He wasn't hurt that bad."
"Yeah. Ye right." I turn back to face what was ahead of us.
"Now, we get the others. I sure hope they're alright."
"Me too Davy. We'll find them. They will be fine." I just tried my 'ardest to reassure Davy about finding the others. My bandmates, 'is bandmates, both bands 'aving 2 missing. John and Ringo, along with Mike and Peter.
Then, it 'appened. Another aftershock. The ground shook violently again and I lost my footing. I saw one building a few feet away from us get knocked to the ground sending dust and glass everywhere. I reacted and shielded my eyes as it came our way.
Mike's POV
We felt the ground shaking again! I shielded Peter as chunks of the roof came down and I got hit several time in the back, trying to protect my best friend.
We both ended up falling. Then, the shaking stopped. I lifted my head up and started coughing from the newly made dust. "Pete? Peter? You alright?"
"Yeah. But, you could help me by getting off of me." He said underneath me.
I tried to laugh but it came out as a cough instead. I got off him but kept sitting. My head really started to hurt. I looked around. "Where's John and Ringo?"
"Over 'ere!"
Peter stood up to go check on them. Once again.
"We need to get outta here before the rest of the building comes down on us."
"Peter's right." I breathed out. "Its too unstable to stay."
John and Ringo both got up. They were a little more battered than they were before the aftershock hit. Peter came up to me and helped me up. He put one of my arms around his shoulder as we got outside with John helping Ringo out.
"To be honest, its not even safe outside."
"Where would we be safe?"
"If we were against something sturdy. That would be the safest place."
I patted Peter to let him know that I wanted to walk on my own without him helping me. He removed my arm and I stumbled at first but I gained my footing. "Alright. Lets go find Micky and the others. If Micky didn't move, we should find him and Paul."
I was basically limping as I walked now. I started shaking the dust out of my hair. There was both dust and glass from the actual earthquake.
Peter grabbed a hold of me again when he realized it was hard for me to walk. The four of us started walking. It took us a bit to reach the shop Micky and Paul were at. It was demolished.
John walked up to a paramedic and he spoke up: "Ey, could ye tell me if ye seen two men, one with dark curly hair about 6 ft tall and the other has same dark hair, but is british."
"Yeah. I know who you're talking about. I helped them out. They were both taken to Saint Mary's to get checked out."
"Okay ta."
"What?"
"Ta. Thanks. I forgot, we aren't in Britian anymore."
"Come on. Lets go." I say as we all walked the opposite way to the hospital.
"Mike, you should've gotten checked out yourself."
"No Pete. Not until we find the others."
I remove my arm again. It was getting a little easier for me to walk. The walk there was mostly quiet. We were all worried about the others.
"There." Peter pointed out to a sign that said in big bold letters "Saint Mary's Emergency Room". We followed Peter who seemed to have alot of energy once he saw the sign.
Once we walked in the emergency room, the waiting room and corridors were filled of injured people. A nurse had walked up to me and started to make sure I was okay. I thought I was.
"I'm fine. I'm just here to find my friends."
"You're not fine. You and the friends you came in with all need to be checked out. Now, sit."