Multi-fandom iTunes Fic Challenge
Okay, so I have done some of these on FFN, but I was bored. And there was a challenge by someone on one of the comms I'm on. I'm not posting these there because I so spazzed out and went multi-fandom (and RPF for one, but that's only because recent events have begged to be ficced and the song made me think of them. Just go ahead and roll your eyes now, mmkay?) LOL...Anyway:
Title: iTunes Fic Challenge
Rules: 1. Pick your favorite fandom
2. Put iTunes on shuffle
3. Write a drabble for the first ten songs.
4. You can only write for the duration of the song.
Spoilers: None really, but if you wanna know: 1-New Moon, 2-Wannabe in the Weeds (Bones), 3-None, 4-The current CC s/l on House, 5- Current Azzie s/l on Grey's, 6-The Man in the Bear (Bones), 7-None specifically, 8-None, 9-Stupid, ugly, ridiculous David/Skank Ho rumors, 10-None.
Rating: I kept it G.
Characters: A little bit of everyone.
Author's Notes: When I say everyone, I do mean everyone. I was inspired by multiple ships while writing this. I'd like to apologize for going over the technical length for these, but what can I say? I write fast.
1. Bulletproof Weeks, Matt Nathanson (Bella/Edward)
I can't count on my hands how many times I used to stay up late at night, pretending to be asleep as he stroked my hair and held me close.
He'd read to me; classics we were supposed to be learning for English class, or even some article he found in one of the magazines lying around my room. He wanted me, not anyone else, which was an entirely foreign concept. Until one day he didn't.
I think I'm starting to forget his face. It's still there, etched into my mind like an old photograph, but the edges are wrinkling and the lines of his face are blurring, and things aren't as clear anymore. I want to go back to feeling his arms holding me close and hearing his voice whispering lines of Shakespeare in my ear.
I want to go back to the place when, instead of having to remember him, I'd have him with me.
2. Feel It Now, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (Brennan/Angela)
"I have blood under my fingernails."
Angela looks up from the magazine she'd been feigning interest in for at least twenty minutes; a poor attempt at giving Brennan the space and quiet she needed to let it all sink in. If the roles were reversed, she thinks, she'd be curled up in a ball and sobbing. She sets the magazine in the waiting room chair next to her and leans forward, placing a hand on Brennan's knee. "Bren-"
Brennan draws a deep breath in, hard. "Booth is dead. I have his blood under my fingernails."
The way she states this, as if she is citing those few facts from a textbook, worries Angela a little. Rather than letting that fact on, she clasps Brennan's hand in hers, pulling until they are both standing.
"He took a bullet meant for me, and he-"
"I know, sweetie." Angela replies soothingly. The haunted and distant look in Brennan's eyes comes as no shock, nor does the fact she's in a seemingly zombie-like state, simply following her as they head for the door.
Suddenly, Brennan stops. With the most clarity she can muster, she turns Angela's way. "I should collect his things. The ones that are left. He'd-" Brennan chokes, her voice wavering. "He'd want someone to make sure they were safe. Booth would want that."
3. Storm, Lifehouse (Jate)
After everything that they had been through-everything they had seen-she didn't believe him. She didn't believe him.
Part of him wanted to think it was for the best, because after all they have said and all they have done maybe they shouldn't be together. Still, Jack knew full well of just how much they could have been. If she had only given them a chance.
She had said yes. It was a sign that she loved him then. But not anymore. Sitting amongst the papers and the maps, the bottle clutched like a lifeline in his hand, he saw a hundred memories dance hauntingly in the room before him.
Proposing. Choosing what to buy Aaron for Christmas. Holding them both while reading a goodnight story. Of course with all of the good there was the bad, like yelling or tossing accusations around, letting them land like sandbags collecting water at their feet.
Jack drew another long pull from the bottle and sighed. She'd probably never see his point of view, but it didn't stop him from wishing she would.
4. Ungodly Hour, The Fray (Chameron)
Shadowy sunlight filtered in through the blinds, causing him to wince and bury his face in the warmth of her skin. He planted a kiss on her bare shoulder and breathed in deep.
He wanted to tell her; the words ached in him, longed to be set free. The accusations being thrown his way were heavy enough for him to have reason to tell her.
Still, as Chase watched Cameron shift, her lips contorting upward before settling back into peace he thought as he watched her sleep that he'd never want her to carry the burden of knowing. He knew what it would do to her and to them, and so to him it was enough that they were both there.
Chase knew the moment was coming when he would have no choice but to tell her, but as the sunlight caught her soft blond hair he planted a kiss to her forehead and prayed that the moment would wait.
5. I Breathe In, I Breathe Out, Chris Cagle (Azzie)
It would be easier if he could just forget her.
Alex stared at the words from Izzie's letter and thought of how many times he had read them already, knowing that the evidence of tear on the edges and the smudging caused by his fingers tracing over her words didn't help much.
He refused to box up what she actually left of her things. It didn't matter that she'd probably never be back or that other people might be worried that he still set out a mug sometimes in the morning before work, just incase she wanted some coffee. In his mind she had just left for a while. Maybe she would be back, maybe she wouldn't.
He would continue to get up and go to work. Cook dinner that would be eaten in front of the television before going to bed. Occasionally, he might go out to Joe's with everyone if there was cause for celebration. Alex would not, however, stop wondering what would happen if Izzie did choose to come back. Could they be happy again? Could he continue to hold her hand, nursing her back to health anytime there was a crisis, acting as if she had never left?
Alex folded the letter and placed it in his back pocket before heading out to work, thinking of all the times he and Izzie had done the same thing together.
6. Center Of My World, Chris Young (Booth/Brennan)
They were undercover, but he didn't care. As far as Booth and basically every member of the male species in the bar was concerned, Brennan was the most beautiful woman in the room.
She leaned in close as they danced, allowing him to dip her and trusting that he wouldn't let her fall.
Every eye in the room was on them. He probably should have been paying more attention to those faces, knowing full well their suspect could be a part of their audience. Still, as he felt Brennan's arms loop around his neck Booth wanted to hang on to that moment for just a second longer.
Brennan laughed and tossed her head back, momentarily letting go of the normally collected exterior she held around herself.
Booth took the opportunity and spun them around, his hand resting firmly at the small of her back. His senses were on high alert for anything strange happening, but his eyes were focused on hers, locking in place just in time to see one of the smiles he knew he loved the most. She was the one who always managed to make him feel something-though he wasn't quite sure what it was, just that it existed-and he would always be grateful for that.
7. It Don't Matter to the Sun, Chris Gaines (GSR)
In retrospect, he knew he probably should have seen it coming.
Grissom quietly crept into the kitchen of the home they had once shared and caught sight of the photograph of them both stuck to the fridge with a magnet.
Sara.
She was the love of his life; his other half and his soulmate if such a thing existed, though he never claimed to believe in that sort of thing. Despite anything he felt, Sara had packed her bags and left.
He tried convincing himself that she would return and things would go back to normal again, but it was no use. Sure, the lab would eventually start screening and maybe hire someone to replace her. In his heart, there would never be anyone so honest and dedicated as Sara had been. Grissom leaned against the counter after taking a sip from his glass of water, closing his eyes and trying to picture where she was or what she was doing.
Maybe time was what she needed. That, and space. He knew without thinking that the way he felt would never change and that he would be there if and when she chose to return.
8. The Story, Brandi Carlile (Jate)
"You need to wake up."
Her voice was unwavering, her hand steady and warm as it pressed into his. The monitor by his bed pulsed, creating a rhythym that was both welcoming and a scary reminder of just why they were there.
"Jack," Kate squeezed his hand and smiled sadly, eyes scanning his face for any sign of movement.
She saw the scar on his cheek and the other on his forehead. The stubble that was growing darker with each day he hadn't woken up. The lines that framed his mouth and the set of his jaw. Everything had a reason, and in the caccoon of his hospital room Kate felt like she knew them all. "I need you to open your eyes, Jack...just wake up."
After surviving not one but two plane crashes, fighting their way back to civilization and rejoicing--together--that she was still a free woman, it didn't seem fair that he suffer because of a stupid car wreck in the rain.
The sheets stirred slowly as Jack drew a raggedly sharp breath. He opened his eyes.
9. Lie, David Cook (Demily)
"Em, I'm sorry if all of this has done anything to you. I-"
"Don't." She says as she takes a step away from him. Distance seems to be what they all need, because even she knows that she shouldn't be the one he apologizes to, regardless of whether it's true or not.
His usually flirty brown eyes take on a much more serious hue as he gulps slowly, inhaling deep through his nose. She's not looking at him and it's driving him crazy, because even if it's all wrong and ridiculous and fabricated, the fact something said about him could ever hurt her almost kills him. The space in her trailer, the one currently cluttered with magazines and old scripts and with the yoga mat still laying on the floor, suddenly seems too small so he steps closer and places a hand on her shoulder, needing to anchor him to something concrete and real. "Just tell me that we'll be okay, Emily." His eyes dart away from hers for a second before flicking back.
He should be at home. Jaden would want him to double check homework, and Bardot would want to feel her father hold her, and Jaime...well, he's not really sure where they stand anymore either, but the fact he's still on set at nearly eleven thirty when they'd finished shooting for the day a half hour before kind of says something. "None of it is true." He whispers as his calloused fingertips brush against her cheek. "Just talk to me, Em."
"Dave." She shakes her head as she makes an attempt at clearing it. A sad smile crosses her face and she knows they both know the worst isn't over. "Of course I believe you."
10. Who You Are Without Me, Kate Voegele (Addek)
Things haven't been right between us, not for a long time.
Derek wakes up in the morning and he smiles and offers glances while we shuffle around each other in the morning, but I know it's only meant to reassure me. We're drifting apart and neither of us seems to care enough to stop it.
I love him. I really do, but lately it feels like New York isn't the place for the both of us anymore. He's been spending more hours at the hospital, purposefully seeking cases he knows will consume his time. Anything to avoid coming home.
We're standing in the kitchen as he stirs his coffee. The spoon settles against the ceramic with a loud 'clank'. "What are we doing here, Addy?"
The question takes me by surprise, but the look in his eyes does not. We've both been dancing around this for so long I don't know how to respond now that Derek has caved in. "I don't...I don't know."
Title: iTunes Fic Challenge
Rules: 1. Pick your favorite fandom
2. Put iTunes on shuffle
3. Write a drabble for the first ten songs.
4. You can only write for the duration of the song.
Spoilers: None really, but if you wanna know: 1-New Moon, 2-Wannabe in the Weeds (Bones), 3-None, 4-The current CC s/l on House, 5- Current Azzie s/l on Grey's, 6-The Man in the Bear (Bones), 7-None specifically, 8-None, 9-Stupid, ugly, ridiculous David/Skank Ho rumors, 10-None.
Rating: I kept it G.
Characters: A little bit of everyone.
Author's Notes: When I say everyone, I do mean everyone. I was inspired by multiple ships while writing this. I'd like to apologize for going over the technical length for these, but what can I say? I write fast.
1. Bulletproof Weeks, Matt Nathanson (Bella/Edward)
I can't count on my hands how many times I used to stay up late at night, pretending to be asleep as he stroked my hair and held me close.
He'd read to me; classics we were supposed to be learning for English class, or even some article he found in one of the magazines lying around my room. He wanted me, not anyone else, which was an entirely foreign concept. Until one day he didn't.
I think I'm starting to forget his face. It's still there, etched into my mind like an old photograph, but the edges are wrinkling and the lines of his face are blurring, and things aren't as clear anymore. I want to go back to feeling his arms holding me close and hearing his voice whispering lines of Shakespeare in my ear.
I want to go back to the place when, instead of having to remember him, I'd have him with me.
2. Feel It Now, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club (Brennan/Angela)
"I have blood under my fingernails."
Angela looks up from the magazine she'd been feigning interest in for at least twenty minutes; a poor attempt at giving Brennan the space and quiet she needed to let it all sink in. If the roles were reversed, she thinks, she'd be curled up in a ball and sobbing. She sets the magazine in the waiting room chair next to her and leans forward, placing a hand on Brennan's knee. "Bren-"
Brennan draws a deep breath in, hard. "Booth is dead. I have his blood under my fingernails."
The way she states this, as if she is citing those few facts from a textbook, worries Angela a little. Rather than letting that fact on, she clasps Brennan's hand in hers, pulling until they are both standing.
"He took a bullet meant for me, and he-"
"I know, sweetie." Angela replies soothingly. The haunted and distant look in Brennan's eyes comes as no shock, nor does the fact she's in a seemingly zombie-like state, simply following her as they head for the door.
Suddenly, Brennan stops. With the most clarity she can muster, she turns Angela's way. "I should collect his things. The ones that are left. He'd-" Brennan chokes, her voice wavering. "He'd want someone to make sure they were safe. Booth would want that."
3. Storm, Lifehouse (Jate)
After everything that they had been through-everything they had seen-she didn't believe him. She didn't believe him.
Part of him wanted to think it was for the best, because after all they have said and all they have done maybe they shouldn't be together. Still, Jack knew full well of just how much they could have been. If she had only given them a chance.
She had said yes. It was a sign that she loved him then. But not anymore. Sitting amongst the papers and the maps, the bottle clutched like a lifeline in his hand, he saw a hundred memories dance hauntingly in the room before him.
Proposing. Choosing what to buy Aaron for Christmas. Holding them both while reading a goodnight story. Of course with all of the good there was the bad, like yelling or tossing accusations around, letting them land like sandbags collecting water at their feet.
Jack drew another long pull from the bottle and sighed. She'd probably never see his point of view, but it didn't stop him from wishing she would.
4. Ungodly Hour, The Fray (Chameron)
Shadowy sunlight filtered in through the blinds, causing him to wince and bury his face in the warmth of her skin. He planted a kiss on her bare shoulder and breathed in deep.
He wanted to tell her; the words ached in him, longed to be set free. The accusations being thrown his way were heavy enough for him to have reason to tell her.
Still, as Chase watched Cameron shift, her lips contorting upward before settling back into peace he thought as he watched her sleep that he'd never want her to carry the burden of knowing. He knew what it would do to her and to them, and so to him it was enough that they were both there.
Chase knew the moment was coming when he would have no choice but to tell her, but as the sunlight caught her soft blond hair he planted a kiss to her forehead and prayed that the moment would wait.
5. I Breathe In, I Breathe Out, Chris Cagle (Azzie)
It would be easier if he could just forget her.
Alex stared at the words from Izzie's letter and thought of how many times he had read them already, knowing that the evidence of tear on the edges and the smudging caused by his fingers tracing over her words didn't help much.
He refused to box up what she actually left of her things. It didn't matter that she'd probably never be back or that other people might be worried that he still set out a mug sometimes in the morning before work, just incase she wanted some coffee. In his mind she had just left for a while. Maybe she would be back, maybe she wouldn't.
He would continue to get up and go to work. Cook dinner that would be eaten in front of the television before going to bed. Occasionally, he might go out to Joe's with everyone if there was cause for celebration. Alex would not, however, stop wondering what would happen if Izzie did choose to come back. Could they be happy again? Could he continue to hold her hand, nursing her back to health anytime there was a crisis, acting as if she had never left?
Alex folded the letter and placed it in his back pocket before heading out to work, thinking of all the times he and Izzie had done the same thing together.
6. Center Of My World, Chris Young (Booth/Brennan)
They were undercover, but he didn't care. As far as Booth and basically every member of the male species in the bar was concerned, Brennan was the most beautiful woman in the room.
She leaned in close as they danced, allowing him to dip her and trusting that he wouldn't let her fall.
Every eye in the room was on them. He probably should have been paying more attention to those faces, knowing full well their suspect could be a part of their audience. Still, as he felt Brennan's arms loop around his neck Booth wanted to hang on to that moment for just a second longer.
Brennan laughed and tossed her head back, momentarily letting go of the normally collected exterior she held around herself.
Booth took the opportunity and spun them around, his hand resting firmly at the small of her back. His senses were on high alert for anything strange happening, but his eyes were focused on hers, locking in place just in time to see one of the smiles he knew he loved the most. She was the one who always managed to make him feel something-though he wasn't quite sure what it was, just that it existed-and he would always be grateful for that.
7. It Don't Matter to the Sun, Chris Gaines (GSR)
In retrospect, he knew he probably should have seen it coming.
Grissom quietly crept into the kitchen of the home they had once shared and caught sight of the photograph of them both stuck to the fridge with a magnet.
Sara.
She was the love of his life; his other half and his soulmate if such a thing existed, though he never claimed to believe in that sort of thing. Despite anything he felt, Sara had packed her bags and left.
He tried convincing himself that she would return and things would go back to normal again, but it was no use. Sure, the lab would eventually start screening and maybe hire someone to replace her. In his heart, there would never be anyone so honest and dedicated as Sara had been. Grissom leaned against the counter after taking a sip from his glass of water, closing his eyes and trying to picture where she was or what she was doing.
Maybe time was what she needed. That, and space. He knew without thinking that the way he felt would never change and that he would be there if and when she chose to return.
8. The Story, Brandi Carlile (Jate)
"You need to wake up."
Her voice was unwavering, her hand steady and warm as it pressed into his. The monitor by his bed pulsed, creating a rhythym that was both welcoming and a scary reminder of just why they were there.
"Jack," Kate squeezed his hand and smiled sadly, eyes scanning his face for any sign of movement.
She saw the scar on his cheek and the other on his forehead. The stubble that was growing darker with each day he hadn't woken up. The lines that framed his mouth and the set of his jaw. Everything had a reason, and in the caccoon of his hospital room Kate felt like she knew them all. "I need you to open your eyes, Jack...just wake up."
After surviving not one but two plane crashes, fighting their way back to civilization and rejoicing--together--that she was still a free woman, it didn't seem fair that he suffer because of a stupid car wreck in the rain.
The sheets stirred slowly as Jack drew a raggedly sharp breath. He opened his eyes.
9. Lie, David Cook (Demily)
"Em, I'm sorry if all of this has done anything to you. I-"
"Don't." She says as she takes a step away from him. Distance seems to be what they all need, because even she knows that she shouldn't be the one he apologizes to, regardless of whether it's true or not.
His usually flirty brown eyes take on a much more serious hue as he gulps slowly, inhaling deep through his nose. She's not looking at him and it's driving him crazy, because even if it's all wrong and ridiculous and fabricated, the fact something said about him could ever hurt her almost kills him. The space in her trailer, the one currently cluttered with magazines and old scripts and with the yoga mat still laying on the floor, suddenly seems too small so he steps closer and places a hand on her shoulder, needing to anchor him to something concrete and real. "Just tell me that we'll be okay, Emily." His eyes dart away from hers for a second before flicking back.
He should be at home. Jaden would want him to double check homework, and Bardot would want to feel her father hold her, and Jaime...well, he's not really sure where they stand anymore either, but the fact he's still on set at nearly eleven thirty when they'd finished shooting for the day a half hour before kind of says something. "None of it is true." He whispers as his calloused fingertips brush against her cheek. "Just talk to me, Em."
"Dave." She shakes her head as she makes an attempt at clearing it. A sad smile crosses her face and she knows they both know the worst isn't over. "Of course I believe you."
10. Who You Are Without Me, Kate Voegele (Addek)
Things haven't been right between us, not for a long time.
Derek wakes up in the morning and he smiles and offers glances while we shuffle around each other in the morning, but I know it's only meant to reassure me. We're drifting apart and neither of us seems to care enough to stop it.
I love him. I really do, but lately it feels like New York isn't the place for the both of us anymore. He's been spending more hours at the hospital, purposefully seeking cases he knows will consume his time. Anything to avoid coming home.
We're standing in the kitchen as he stirs his coffee. The spoon settles against the ceramic with a loud 'clank'. "What are we doing here, Addy?"
The question takes me by surprise, but the look in his eyes does not. We've both been dancing around this for so long I don't know how to respond now that Derek has caved in. "I don't...I don't know."