The Beatles were Demigods!!!!!!!!

Julia Lennon stormed down the street, away from her so called “husband”.

“I hate you Fred!!!!” she screamed in the direction of her house. It was storming outside and she had no place to go. She sat down on a bench near the bus station and cried. A man sat down next to her.

“Having troubles?” he asked. His accent was different. It didn’t sound like a specific accent but a blend of different countries. Julia nodded.

“My husband and me got into a fight again that no good arse,” Julia said. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

“Let’s get out of the rain,” the man said. They went under the shelter of the bus station. Julia could see the mans face clearly. He had storm gray eyes. Every time the lightning would flash, it seemed his eyes would flash with it.

“What’s your name?” Julia asked.

The man thought for a second and then said, “Zeus.” He revealed his true name because mortals today didn’t know of the Greek myths.

“Peculiar name. My name’s Julia. Julia Lennon,” Julia introduced herself. They sat and talked most of the night.

The weeks went by and Julia found out she was pregnant. And it wasn’t her husband’s baby. When she told Alfred Lennon the news, he left. Just like that. A letter showed up in the mail. It contained all the information about the mysterious man named Zeus she met that rainy night six months ago. Julia was shocked to find out that the father of her child was the ancient Greek god of lightning. Three months later, Julia gave birth to a healthy boy whom she named John Winston Lennon.



Mary McCartney was a nurse who worked at the hospital. She had the common sickness that no one knew the answer to. Even now doctors have a hard time finding the cure.
Cancer.
She was told by one of the doctors that she had it in late 1941. She was told that if she had kids, there was a good chance they would catch it. Jim, her husband, always dreamed of having children. He needed them. He had many talents to pass down to them. When he heard about this, he was heartbroken. He told his wife he was okay with it and didn't want her to go at her own risk and have kids. She might hurt herself that way. Mary, knowing how much her husband wanted kids, said she was okay if he, her faithful, loving man, would have a kid with another woman. He never thought he would hear THOSE words come from HER lips, but they did. He shook his head, knowing that he didn't want to be unfaithful until his wife grabbed his face to turn towards her.
"You have to Jim," she said. They wrapped their arms around each other and held a solemn embrace. There were tears falling and then Jim looked at Mary again.
"Are you sure?” he asked. Mary nodded.
Later, James McCartney walked into a local pub. He was a fun man, but at the time, he was a cotton sales man. Before he had the exciting job of being a musician. He seemed like a square in this place though. He still held a handsome face, though, as he walked in. He felt like crap at the moment. He was still upset about his wife, but was told to do what he was about to. He didn't feel right doing it. They might as well adopt with all f those orphans from the war. Maybe they could house a child from another country... He saw a woman in a chair not to far from the bar he was sitting at. He took a double take at the woman in the seat. She looked just like Mary, but more beautiful, if possible. Maybe she just didn't have that smoking problem like his wife did. No wonder she had cancer, he thought. He looked back at the woman. She was coming his way with a sly grin. He didn't think things happen THAT fast. He tried to ignore her, but couldn't. Hiss eyes stayed glued on her. Just like Mary, he thought. It was scary, but a good scary. His head began to hurt. He was thinking too much at a late hour. He never knew how special his sons would be. The mystery woman came up and sat next to him and put up a flirting face. She looked over at Jim and smiled.
"My name's Veny," she said. She liked taking Veny out of Venus. It was a better cover up than Aphrodite could make up. He returned the smile.
"I'm Jim McCartney," he said and held out his hand. She shook it. She had the exact same look as Mary. Dark hair and almond eyes. He liked her. Was he really going to do this to his wife, though? He didn't even know how any of this would work and was sure Veny wouldn't like the idea. Eh, he should just wait.
On June 18th, 1942, James Paul McCartney was dropped off at the McCartney home in a Golden Cradle. He was a small, chubby baby, with fat arms reaching out for a parent to grab him. When he wasn't satisfied, he started to whine. Aphrodite just dropped off the baby and was making sure Jim came out. When he did, she fled. Mary heard a high pitched cry run through her ears and ran to the door.
"What the hell was-" she looked down at the sleeping child and gasped. "JAMES!" she yelled and just stared at the child. As soon as she got her senses back, she grabbed the cradle. She carefully brought in the baby from the ripe June air.
"James?" she turned to see her husband behind her.
"H-holy-" he started.
"Shhh!" Mary said and turned to the baby. "You really DID IT?" She didn't think her husband would really do it. She rubbed the back of his head and nodded nervously.
"Jim..." she said and looked at the child and began to melt. Her motherly side began to coo and nurture. Who cares? She did, but this baby was adorable. James looked down at the baby.
"He's adorable," Jim said and started falling over the spell of Aphrodite's beauty. He looked over at Mary. "Do you want to keep him?" he asked his wife. She nodded eagerly and picked up the baby and dropped a letter attached. She exchanged a look with her husband. He picked it up and read it silently. “Camp Half-Blood?”

Athena was walking down the streets of Liverpool when she heard a bus pull by near her. She turned to see the driver open the door for her.
"'Ello there miss, would you like a lift?" he asked. Athena had nothing better to do. She pushed some of her blond curls out of the way before shuffling on. She noticed that it was only them. He seemed like a nice man. Well mannered. He looked down at her smoky gray eyes and smiled.
"What's a nice bird like you doing in Liverpool?" he asked. She smiled and then realized that's where Olympus moved to again.
"Wonderin'," she said in her best accent. She laughed.
"What's your name?" he asked as they started moving down the main street.
"Minnie," she caught of off Minerva, her Roman name. "Yours?" she inquired.
"Me name's Harold Harrison," he said and looked down at her. He seemed kind and interestingly brilliant.
"Do you have a family Harold?" she asked. He smiled at the thought.
"I have a wife and three kids. My wife's name is Louise and same as my daughter. I have two sons named Harry and Peter," he explained. She smiled. She liked his man. There didn't seem to be much to him, but he was brilliant. A man in Liverpool like him was hard to find. They were all usually cads and left woman groveling at their knees. He was faithful to his wife ad talked proudly of her. He was going to get a gift.
"Here's my stop," she said and he made a sharp turn. Smiling as she was walking, she turned around.
"Here," she said and got out a mortal coin purse.
"Oh no need, Minnie. It's on me," he said, and waved a polite hand. She smiled even more.
"I will repay you somehow," she said and hopped off. He had no idea what she meant but shrugged it off and continued down the street.
Louise Harrison had juts finished tucking in her children. As she was walking away from their rooms, she heard a cry from the outside of her house. Her husband was already in bed by this time. She opened the front door to find a baby, with a full head of dark brown hair that was barely visible in the dark, wailing from the front porch. Out of shock, she gasped.
"Harold?" she almost shrieked, waking up her children from their golden slumbers. She looked as the baby stirred. Her husband rushed into the room and had a frantic look on his face. He came up behind her.
"What?" he hissed at her. She turned sharply as she brought the baby in from the cradle handle and pulled him near the sofa. The baby merely shook and gurgled before sleeping again. She looked at Harold coldly in the eyes.
He raised his hands defensively. "What do you think? That I'd cheat on you?" he asked. She looked down at the baby and noticed a note. She quickly opened it and turned to her husband. He looked over at the note as she read it.
"I'm really sorry..." he said and looked over at the note.
She looked over at him and knitted her eyebrows. "He's not really yours in a sense, he's yours to care for though," she looked over at the baby. "He could pass for ours."
"Look, Louise, I'm so-"
"I don't want to hear it. Did you read the note all the way through? Athena, goddess of war and wisdom, left you a gift (meaning this boy) because she took interest in you." He looked down at the baby again. He looked like Harold in a way, never like anyone he could think. Was it that woman on the bus? The one that said she'd repay him for giving her a ride around town without money. She forgot hers and Harold seemed to be generous. He never knew that THAT woman on the bus was a goddess. She just seemed like a regular woman finding her way around. None of this seemed believable but it had to be.
He was about to speak as if to protest taking the child in, but she shook her head. "Like I said, I don't want to hear it. Since he was a gift, be lucky. Also, be lucky you won't get my wrath. Athena's a virgin goddess if I remember right."
"Louise, what do you really want to do with him? Send him to a children’s home?" Harold asked. "We already have three of our own. What about when Louise wakes up in the morning and finds she has a baby brother. She knows where they come from and how long it takes. She knows right from wrong. She's old enough, even Harry is!"
She crossed her arms at her husband. He should know right from wrong and dropping off a child at an orphanage was beyond her belief. "Too late. I've already bonded with George," she said as she picked up the infant.
"George?" her husband asked with his face holding a questioned look.
"See, I've bonded," she said as she walked away. She didn't do so before turning around.
"I would think you would know better, Harry, than to leave an infant out on a cold February night like this! It was supposed to rain!" she stormed out of the room and placed George on the bed. She walked into Peter's room and got out the old crib for the baby. George was the new edition to the family. Harold Harrison never knew how glad he would be to keep that child.

Elise Starkey was washing the counter of the bar. It had been a slow night, only a handful of people came to the bar, but then came yet another young man came in right when she started to lock up. He had a long hooked nose, unlike her wide and fat one, he was very different; he had curly dark hair and the most blue/green piercing eyes, too. They were almost the color of the ocean.
He looked around, when he saw that no one was there he said, "Are you locking up?" he had a rough voice. He didn't look like he worked at the docks nor was a fisherman. Well, at least he didn't reek like one.
"No, just a slow day; may I get you anything?" she asked doing her job. She tried to ignore the fact that he was staring at her as if he opened the windows to her soul.
"Do you have any red wine?" He asked as he sat down on the bar stool directly in front of her. He laid his elbow down and then rested his chin on his fist.
"Yes, we have many kinds; what kind would like, Sir?"
"Surprise me."
Elise chose the best wine they had for this mystery man, which was unusual because most of the time she give any loser who said, 'surprise me' the worst or the thing they just needed to get rid of. Usually that wine was contaminated. Something about this man screamed "don't mess with me because you have no idea what I can do to you".
She poured him a glass and handed it to him. He smirked and took the wine. He gently sipped it and smiled at her. "What's your name?"
"Elsie," she said and sat on her own stool in front of him.
"Elsie...?" he asked her. She blushed.
"Starkey. I kept the name after, um, my husband left me," she said and true to hide her face. She was very quiet about Richard.
He smiled at her. "Are you single now?" she blushed and broadened his grin.
"Yes," she said and smiled at him. Trying to get back at him, she asked.
"What's yours?" she rested her head like he had his. He smiled at her.
"Poseidon”," he said and sipped his wine again. She furrowed her eyebrows.
"I never heard that name before," she said truthfully. He smiled.
"Is this what you mainly do now, Elsie?" he asked her just to change the subject. "Bartending?" She nodded at him and sighed.
"It gets me through the times," she said. He seemed to understand. It must've been hard for her.
"So," he started before taking another sip. “Do you live here in Liverpool?"
"Yes, born and raised," she said again. She seemed to like talking to Poseidon. It was easy and wasn't a struggle to understand what he said like it was with the drunks that come in.

Three Years Later
Elise was taking the new news hard. Poseidon was finally leaving her with his child, Richard. She liked the name even though Richard was an arse. Before he left he said when Richard turned 12 or 13 bring him to Camp-Half Blood so he could train to survive. He explained about the whole situation of the gods and where his son’s standards stood. He was at a great risk if left untrained.
"Poseidon, please don't..." she faded as he started walking. He shrugged and knew that if he stayed longer, it'd be worse. He had to leave or else his on would be dead within a few years. Also, he was a god and had to move on. He still had a wife in his marine realm, who knew nothing about this. He stayed with Elsie and time there flew by quicker when you were alive many a millennium.
As he started to go he stopped at the couch where Richard had fallen asleep and smiled down at his young son. He ruffled the little boy's surprisingly straight hair walked out the door.
Elise who was still standing in the same spot, walk over to her young son, pick him up and sat down on the couch and decided to take the night off as she held of what was left of her lover. She was looked down at the boy. He looked like her but in so many ways, he looked like Poseidon. It made her spine shiver at the thought. He left and she knew but how could it be so sudden. She thought he loved her. She thought he would stay. Oh, it doesn’t come easy.