Hey. I'm soo sorry I haven't been doing much at all lately. I need to finish this one HP story...
Anywho. This is the song-fic for 'Let it Be' beta-d by the awesome and talented spncsifreak as always. I dont own...um...anything else...oh YEAH. reviews people. I get hits but never any feedback. I love feedback. good, bad, anything! Thanks!! Oh this is my first try at angst so really i need to know these things!
(btw KT: I was never any good until I sat down and forced myself to write this. It took 2 hours!)
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When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me.

Max has never really been a religious person.
He doesn't, never did, never thought he would, go to church.
Now, though, on the fields of Vietnam, all he wants to do is get down on his knees and pray that he'll get home.

'No one is listening,' says a voice in the back of his head. He doesn't care.
Isn't it all about believing anyway?

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
she is standing right in front of me,

When he got home, everything Lucy said was dulled out.
The only person who got through to him was Jojo.
In his own way he helped Max become who he is. When Jude wasn't around to help, Jojo sat next to him on the couch and talked him through everything. That man became more than a friend to him. Max learned more from Jojo than he ever did during his time in Princeton.
Sadie became the mother figure in their lives.
New York was their playground, and the apartment, their home.
Never cold when it needed to be, never hot when you wanted to warm your feet, but always a home.
Max felt that once he got back. He came through the darkness and held onto whatever, whoever, he could.
Jojo just happened to be standing nearby.

Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

In those long nights when nothing in Max's head wanted to straighten itself out, Lucy wasn't the one that helped.

The thought of his Brit coming back only managed to give a sliver of hope. Listening to Sadie's band in Cafe Huh? got the sparkle back in Max's eyes. Everything in those songs inched him back to sanity, back to who he ought to be. The wisdom in Jojo's stories, the heartfelt gratitude and love he got from who he now called family, even the shot in the dark thought of Jude coming back helped Max move out of Vietnam and back to his playground, back home.

And when the broken hearted people
living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted
there is still a chance that they will see,

Things over seas weren't peaches and cream either.
Jude had just gotten word of Max's accident, and his being shipped home. He needs to get back, and he knows that something is going to be wrong when he gets home. Lucy didn't say much in her letter. Hopefully Jude will leave soon, and be able to fix it.

There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be,
Let it be, Let it be, Let it be...

"You don't look too messed up!" Jude said once he was in Max's cab, finally going home.

"Everything below the neck works fine."

Jude almost asked him how he'd been. Almost, but Jude didn't want to see the look that he knew would be there. He didn't want to look into Max's eyes and see nothing but a hollow shell.

"Where do you want to go, anyway?" Max would come to ask.

"Home," came the reply.
Home sounded very good to Max.