Criminal Minds fic: Emily/JJ - JJ Song Remix
Title: JJ's Song Remix
Author: cyandragonfly
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Emily/JJ some implied JJ/Will
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I'm not one of those people who's name crops up during the credits (on anything), thus, I own nothing.
Distribution: P&P, WiK, CM Femslash, ff.net
Summary: Four more songs.
AN: widget007 requested some more of these and surprisingly they actually got written. They're slightly happier this time...well, some of them. The first one is for Jax.
AN2: Stole the idea from gilliankane as I'm sure most of you guessed. Basically you put some music on shuffle and write what comes out - one fic per song and you can only write until the song ends.
AN3: None of these are connected.
What's It For? - Emily Curtis and Yoko Kanno
Why do we live?
Why do we love?
What's anything for?
We try and seek things in this life that we just don't deserve and in no way are going to get. We love those who don't love us back and never ever will.
And those who love us we can never love back.
I hoped so hard that we could be together that I believed it could actually work.
And when I asked - when I told you I loved you - those three traitorous words - you said:
"JJ, I'm not gay you know."
So I'm stuck loving someone who wont ever love me, with someone loving me who I can never love.
So, seriously. Can anyone tell me why?
--
I Shot Andy Warhol - Yo La Tengo
You were always there in my dreams. Since that first day in Hotch's office. I don't know what it is about you, you seem to have invaded my unconsious.
I remember the first time I dreamt of us kissing, there were no surroundings, just us standing in a black room. After, when I woke up, I had to take a cold shower before I was presentable enough to go to work.
And I saw you in the bullpen and had to ask if I could talk to you in private. I pushed you up against the wall in my office and kissed you just like in my dream. You kissed back.
That night you touched me for the first time. And I was reborn.
--
It's Too Late - Carole King
When I see the woman who's arm is wrapped around your waist at the Beauro Christmas party, I understand that the time for us has past.
What we could've had, we never will, even if both of us still want it. Have wanted it for so long.
After I look her over, and you look over Will, our eyes meet and I see the same thoughts running throught your chocolate orbs.
If anyone else chose to look into our eyes at that moment, they'd marvel at the way blue and brown can look so similar.
--
The Dead Are Dancing - Toni Childs
I died in the blast, but I'm not gone. It just wasn't my time to go.
That's why I haunt the earth now, although I fear I'm the haunted one. Haunted by the moves I refused to make, the actions that would have made me yours and kept me out of that SUV.
I wonder if I'll dissapear, die properly, when what should have been my time comes around. Or if I need to finish my business as a ghost, if that will take me beyond the physical world.
Once I make the decision that I'll try to find you, I'm in your appartment. Just like that.
You're lying on the couch, empty bottles of expensive wine and inexpensive beer scatter the ground.
I say your name and you shoot up, looking for me.
You see my outline and hover where you are, not knowing whether to retreat or approach.
"I love you Emily." I say it and feel a surge of energy. Then I kiss you, and I feel it, and you feel it, and it's amazing, it's wonderful.
And it's the last thing I ever do.