Music Meme Fic
I’ve seen this meme floating around a lot lately, but I think I saw it first on yo_mawari’s page.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Fandom = Heroes
Pairing = all over the place :)
Music = Yahoo! Radio, I’ve listed the songs in the format “Title” - Artist, Length
Disclaimer = I don't own anything! Nothing. Not Heroes, nothing mentioned here.
Rating = PG? I don't think there's anything bad here.
Have to admit, I don't think I've ever posted anything this impromptu and unpolished before.
1. “Battle on the Tower” - Studio Beauty and the Beast, 5:29
It plays out like something out of one of Micah’s comic books. Large crashes and booms, and men flying in the air like Superman-wannabes, lightning springing from Peter’s hands as he battles with Sylar on top of the Eiffel Tower. Claire and the rest of the group watch from the base, barely able to see the action at all, but none wanting to get closer. The sparks of Peter’s lightning and the balls of Sylar’s radiation lit up the Paris sky line like some sort of obscene fireworks show, and Claire knows that the Paris denizens must be aware that something was not right in their fair city.
Two dark shapes tumbled off the top of the tower, hurtling towards the ground and crashing into it at Claire’s feet. Stunned, and slightly broken, a temporary truce was called as they let their healing powers take over, bones cracking and muscles popping as everything shifts back into proper space.
“Stop this!” Claire calls out, stepping in between the combatants. “This is stupid.”
“You know better than that, Claire-bear.” Sylar states as he wraps a hand around her from behind, like he can use her as a shield against Peter’s ire.
“Claire, step away from him.” Peter growls as his right hand starts glowing with radiation again.
“No. Stop this. You don’t get to have a temper tantrum just because you don’t like that we’re getting married.”
Her stern voice would have been enough to make Peter back down, if Sylar hadn’t chosen to stick his tongue out at him from behind Claire’s back.
2. “Walk of Life” - Shooter Jennings, 3:58
“How do you do that?” Claire asks, fascinated, as she watches Elle prance back from the coffee counter.
“Do what?” Elle asks as she takes her seat.
“Not break an ankle on those stilettos.” Shoes that high were not meant to be worn on a woman’s foot, not unless said woman’s a complete masochist.
“It’s easy. One foot in front of the other, keep walking. Every kid knows how to do it. God, Claire, I knew you were a bit… slow, but it’s walking.” Elle smirks at her, while remembering how many months of practicing in the privacy of her bedroom it had taken to learn how to walk like that.
“Elle, you’re wearing six inch heels.”
“Don’t be a wuss.” She reaches down and unbuckles the straps holding the shoes on, and kicks them off in Claire’s direction. “Here, put them on. You’ll see, it’s easy.”
Claire looks at her oddly, but does as directed. She stands, slowly, holding onto the table for support until Elle jolts her hands away. One step, two steps, just as she thinks she’s going to make it…
“I hate you.” Claire mutters from her position on the floor, watching as her broken ankle mends.
“Some girls got it, some girls don’t.” Elle smirks again. She should have known Claire was the type of girl that was not meant to ever touch Manolos; she had that plebian look about her.
3. “Eyes of a Child” - The Moody Blues, 3:23
There are days that Monty has to wonder if all adults are stupid, or if it’s just the ones in his family. Ms. Johnson at school doesn’t seem particularly stupid, but… she was young, maybe intelligence was linked to age?
Claire’s young-ish, and probably the smartest adult he knows. She talks to him about stuff that matters, like music and movies and video games, and she knows not to like Dad’s slimy friends. Of course, she’s sneaking around with Uncle Peter, so she can’t be too smart.
Dad and Mom don’t know about that though. Dad doesn’t know anything; he doesn’t know about Uncle Peter and Claire, he doesn’t know about Grandma and that creepy Bob guy, and he doesn’t know about the invisible man living in the attic. Oh, he’s tried to tell Dad about it, but Dad always just rolls his eyes and tells him there’s no such things as ghosts.
Monty hopes he doesn’t get as dumb as his Dad when he gets to be that old.
4. “Never Let You Go” - Third Eye Blind, 3:57
Claire squirms as she tries to get away from the bed. Sylar’s clingy, something that she’s always hated in a man, and it’s like his hands and arms are superglued to her. Nothing works; not rolling them over, not trying to slide down and out the bottom of the bed, not trying to quickly shove a pillow in his arms as she attempts escape. Nothing. She’s stuck, and she has to get up - now. It’s getting to be an emergency at this point.
He won’t wake up either, no matter how much she huffs and puffs as she tries to disengage his arms. He doesn’t wake to her shouts of “get up, you moron!” She knows that he has super-hearing, but apparently he’s picked up super-somnolence along the way.
She finally decides that she only has one option. Summoning all her strength, she rolls off the bed, pulling him behind her. He crashes to the ground, finally awakening. “Huh?”
“Finally. God, you can sleep through anything!” She yells behind her as she dashes into the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time.
Running a hand through his hair, he follows her. “Morning sickness still bad?”
She doesn’t say anything, just raises her middle finger.
“Love you too babe.” As he holds her hair for her, he summons some ginger ale and crackers.
5. “Probably Wouldn’t Be This Way” - LeAnn Rimes, 3:37
Claire wonders sometimes what life had been like if Nathan had raised her, if the Bennets hadn’t adopted her. Life in New York, being treated like a little princess, growing up like Peter’s little sister and then adapting to the role of big sister, holding Simon and then Monty when they were born…
As she curls up against Noah on the sofa, legs intertwined with Lyle’s as they share the foot stool, Sandra sleeping on the love seat as the rest of the family watches “The Wizard of Oz”, laughing every time Mr. Muggles barks when the witch appears on the screen … Claire wouldn’t trade it for anything. Life wouldn’t have been life this if she’d been raised as a Petrelli, and she’s so glad that she wasn’t.
6. “Busy Being Fabulous” - Eagles, 4:20
“Late night.” Heidi comments when Nathan finally comes home that night, wrenching his tie off and kicking his shoes off, so tired that he’s about to fall asleep on his feet before he can fall on the bed.
“Mmrph.” The blankets muffle his response, and he’s sound asleep before she can ask for clarification. She does her best to slip a pillow under his head before she undoes his pants, sliding them and the boxers underneath off before replacing them with a pair of soft cotton pajama pants. He snores when she rolls him over and unbuttons his shirt.
She kisses him on the cheek, then leaves the room to check on her sons. There are days, especially days like this, that she feels like she has three sons instead of two and a husband. There are days when he’s so busy being fabulous, being Senator Petrelli, being everything to everyone else, that he has nothing else to give her, has nothing except for a sleepy smile and a snore.
She knew when she married him that he was something else, that he was going to be something special, but she never knew that it would be at the expense of their marriage
7. “One Woman Man” - Josh Turner, 2:29
“So, who’s Maya?” Claire asks as she glares at Sylar.
“Who?” He starts to sweat despite his attempts at playing it cool.
“Maya. You called her name in the night, so you tell me who she is.”
Shit. “Um… uh… a girl I used to know?” It sounds weak even to him.
“Oh, really?”
“Come on, babydoll, you know I’m a one woman man.” He approaches her tentatively, like one would approach a wild animal that’s about to eat your face off, and sweeps her into a kiss before she can respond.
He never sees her self-satisfied smirk as he carries her into their room. She knew exactly who Maya was; Mohinder had told her everything before she’d married Sylar.
8. “More Than Words” - Extreme, 5:34
Words, words, words everywhere, and none of them made a damn lick of sense. The letters scramble, turning into nonsensical words that may be a foreign language or may just be nonsense. It might be Tamil, but Mohinder’s not there to ask about it. It’s just him and Molly in the apartment, them and these horrible words. He hates words, hates the written language.
Thump. That’s the word that describes the sound of him hitting his head against the table as he tries to interpret the mysterious writings in front of him. He even hates that word, thump. Again and again, thump, thump, thump.
“Matt?” Molly calls out when she sees him banging his head on their dining room table. “Are you okay?” Adults are strange; this is just further proof.
He hates to do it, but he has to. “Molly, want to help me with a little project? How about you read this to me out loud? Think of it as a bed time story.”
“Hmm. You owe me ice cream tomorrow, this so isn’t Harry Potter.”
“Deal. Haagen Dazs for breakfast, no complaints from me.” It’s easy enough to agree to, Mohinder won’t be back by then and there’s no reason he’ll ever have to know.
As Molly helps him go through his outstanding reports, he doesn’t need words, not any more. Not when he hears and feels an overwhelming wave of love with every breathe she takes.
Words are unnecessary, not when he can hear her thoughts and her words as she tells him that she loves him when he finally tucks her into bed that night.
“Love you too, Molly. Love you too.”
9. “A Lifetime” - Better Than Ezra, 3:37
A lifetime. Sixty years. She’s given him sixty years, will give him sixty more if he’ll just sit up and say that he’s joking, that he’s not dying. Sixty years, and she’s still as young as she’ll always be. He’s an old man, though, and the nice hospice nurse thinks that she’s his great-granddaughter.
She holds his hand, and cries as she watches him laboring to breathe. “You silly man, why didn’t you ever just try to take my power?” She whispers between tears.
“Loved you too much.” Every word sounds like it could be the last, each word is a struggle. He gasps again, and she watches as her husband of fifty-eight years dies in front of her.
“Love you too, Sylar.”
His breathing slows, then stalls, and the nurse pulls her away from his side.
All that she’s ever known, she’s given him the equivalent of his lifetime. Now she’s got to learn to cope without him for the rest of her infinite lifetime.
10. “Don’t Stand So Close To Me” - Sting, 2:15
“Don’t stand so close to me.” He tries to step away, but she won’t let him.
“Don’t stand how close? Close like this?” She’s wrapped around him like a leech, and he’s determined that he won’t let her know how she’s affecting him.
“Claire, don’t play with me.” He tries to use his telekinesis to push her away, but can’t. It’s still not working.
“Not playing.” She leans up on her tiptoes and grabs his face, pulling him down for a kiss.
Sylar finally says to hell with it, pulling her close and giving up the fight that he’s been fighting for the last month, ever since they’d been thrown into the Company cell together.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
Fandom = Heroes
Pairing = all over the place :)
Music = Yahoo! Radio, I’ve listed the songs in the format “Title” - Artist, Length
Disclaimer = I don't own anything! Nothing. Not Heroes, nothing mentioned here.
Rating = PG? I don't think there's anything bad here.
Have to admit, I don't think I've ever posted anything this impromptu and unpolished before.
1. “Battle on the Tower” - Studio Beauty and the Beast, 5:29
It plays out like something out of one of Micah’s comic books. Large crashes and booms, and men flying in the air like Superman-wannabes, lightning springing from Peter’s hands as he battles with Sylar on top of the Eiffel Tower. Claire and the rest of the group watch from the base, barely able to see the action at all, but none wanting to get closer. The sparks of Peter’s lightning and the balls of Sylar’s radiation lit up the Paris sky line like some sort of obscene fireworks show, and Claire knows that the Paris denizens must be aware that something was not right in their fair city.
Two dark shapes tumbled off the top of the tower, hurtling towards the ground and crashing into it at Claire’s feet. Stunned, and slightly broken, a temporary truce was called as they let their healing powers take over, bones cracking and muscles popping as everything shifts back into proper space.
“Stop this!” Claire calls out, stepping in between the combatants. “This is stupid.”
“You know better than that, Claire-bear.” Sylar states as he wraps a hand around her from behind, like he can use her as a shield against Peter’s ire.
“Claire, step away from him.” Peter growls as his right hand starts glowing with radiation again.
“No. Stop this. You don’t get to have a temper tantrum just because you don’t like that we’re getting married.”
Her stern voice would have been enough to make Peter back down, if Sylar hadn’t chosen to stick his tongue out at him from behind Claire’s back.
2. “Walk of Life” - Shooter Jennings, 3:58
“How do you do that?” Claire asks, fascinated, as she watches Elle prance back from the coffee counter.
“Do what?” Elle asks as she takes her seat.
“Not break an ankle on those stilettos.” Shoes that high were not meant to be worn on a woman’s foot, not unless said woman’s a complete masochist.
“It’s easy. One foot in front of the other, keep walking. Every kid knows how to do it. God, Claire, I knew you were a bit… slow, but it’s walking.” Elle smirks at her, while remembering how many months of practicing in the privacy of her bedroom it had taken to learn how to walk like that.
“Elle, you’re wearing six inch heels.”
“Don’t be a wuss.” She reaches down and unbuckles the straps holding the shoes on, and kicks them off in Claire’s direction. “Here, put them on. You’ll see, it’s easy.”
Claire looks at her oddly, but does as directed. She stands, slowly, holding onto the table for support until Elle jolts her hands away. One step, two steps, just as she thinks she’s going to make it…
“I hate you.” Claire mutters from her position on the floor, watching as her broken ankle mends.
“Some girls got it, some girls don’t.” Elle smirks again. She should have known Claire was the type of girl that was not meant to ever touch Manolos; she had that plebian look about her.
3. “Eyes of a Child” - The Moody Blues, 3:23
There are days that Monty has to wonder if all adults are stupid, or if it’s just the ones in his family. Ms. Johnson at school doesn’t seem particularly stupid, but… she was young, maybe intelligence was linked to age?
Claire’s young-ish, and probably the smartest adult he knows. She talks to him about stuff that matters, like music and movies and video games, and she knows not to like Dad’s slimy friends. Of course, she’s sneaking around with Uncle Peter, so she can’t be too smart.
Dad and Mom don’t know about that though. Dad doesn’t know anything; he doesn’t know about Uncle Peter and Claire, he doesn’t know about Grandma and that creepy Bob guy, and he doesn’t know about the invisible man living in the attic. Oh, he’s tried to tell Dad about it, but Dad always just rolls his eyes and tells him there’s no such things as ghosts.
Monty hopes he doesn’t get as dumb as his Dad when he gets to be that old.
4. “Never Let You Go” - Third Eye Blind, 3:57
Claire squirms as she tries to get away from the bed. Sylar’s clingy, something that she’s always hated in a man, and it’s like his hands and arms are superglued to her. Nothing works; not rolling them over, not trying to slide down and out the bottom of the bed, not trying to quickly shove a pillow in his arms as she attempts escape. Nothing. She’s stuck, and she has to get up - now. It’s getting to be an emergency at this point.
He won’t wake up either, no matter how much she huffs and puffs as she tries to disengage his arms. He doesn’t wake to her shouts of “get up, you moron!” She knows that he has super-hearing, but apparently he’s picked up super-somnolence along the way.
She finally decides that she only has one option. Summoning all her strength, she rolls off the bed, pulling him behind her. He crashes to the ground, finally awakening. “Huh?”
“Finally. God, you can sleep through anything!” She yells behind her as she dashes into the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time.
Running a hand through his hair, he follows her. “Morning sickness still bad?”
She doesn’t say anything, just raises her middle finger.
“Love you too babe.” As he holds her hair for her, he summons some ginger ale and crackers.
5. “Probably Wouldn’t Be This Way” - LeAnn Rimes, 3:37
Claire wonders sometimes what life had been like if Nathan had raised her, if the Bennets hadn’t adopted her. Life in New York, being treated like a little princess, growing up like Peter’s little sister and then adapting to the role of big sister, holding Simon and then Monty when they were born…
As she curls up against Noah on the sofa, legs intertwined with Lyle’s as they share the foot stool, Sandra sleeping on the love seat as the rest of the family watches “The Wizard of Oz”, laughing every time Mr. Muggles barks when the witch appears on the screen … Claire wouldn’t trade it for anything. Life wouldn’t have been life this if she’d been raised as a Petrelli, and she’s so glad that she wasn’t.
6. “Busy Being Fabulous” - Eagles, 4:20
“Late night.” Heidi comments when Nathan finally comes home that night, wrenching his tie off and kicking his shoes off, so tired that he’s about to fall asleep on his feet before he can fall on the bed.
“Mmrph.” The blankets muffle his response, and he’s sound asleep before she can ask for clarification. She does her best to slip a pillow under his head before she undoes his pants, sliding them and the boxers underneath off before replacing them with a pair of soft cotton pajama pants. He snores when she rolls him over and unbuttons his shirt.
She kisses him on the cheek, then leaves the room to check on her sons. There are days, especially days like this, that she feels like she has three sons instead of two and a husband. There are days when he’s so busy being fabulous, being Senator Petrelli, being everything to everyone else, that he has nothing else to give her, has nothing except for a sleepy smile and a snore.
She knew when she married him that he was something else, that he was going to be something special, but she never knew that it would be at the expense of their marriage
7. “One Woman Man” - Josh Turner, 2:29
“So, who’s Maya?” Claire asks as she glares at Sylar.
“Who?” He starts to sweat despite his attempts at playing it cool.
“Maya. You called her name in the night, so you tell me who she is.”
Shit. “Um… uh… a girl I used to know?” It sounds weak even to him.
“Oh, really?”
“Come on, babydoll, you know I’m a one woman man.” He approaches her tentatively, like one would approach a wild animal that’s about to eat your face off, and sweeps her into a kiss before she can respond.
He never sees her self-satisfied smirk as he carries her into their room. She knew exactly who Maya was; Mohinder had told her everything before she’d married Sylar.
8. “More Than Words” - Extreme, 5:34
Words, words, words everywhere, and none of them made a damn lick of sense. The letters scramble, turning into nonsensical words that may be a foreign language or may just be nonsense. It might be Tamil, but Mohinder’s not there to ask about it. It’s just him and Molly in the apartment, them and these horrible words. He hates words, hates the written language.
Thump. That’s the word that describes the sound of him hitting his head against the table as he tries to interpret the mysterious writings in front of him. He even hates that word, thump. Again and again, thump, thump, thump.
“Matt?” Molly calls out when she sees him banging his head on their dining room table. “Are you okay?” Adults are strange; this is just further proof.
He hates to do it, but he has to. “Molly, want to help me with a little project? How about you read this to me out loud? Think of it as a bed time story.”
“Hmm. You owe me ice cream tomorrow, this so isn’t Harry Potter.”
“Deal. Haagen Dazs for breakfast, no complaints from me.” It’s easy enough to agree to, Mohinder won’t be back by then and there’s no reason he’ll ever have to know.
As Molly helps him go through his outstanding reports, he doesn’t need words, not any more. Not when he hears and feels an overwhelming wave of love with every breathe she takes.
Words are unnecessary, not when he can hear her thoughts and her words as she tells him that she loves him when he finally tucks her into bed that night.
“Love you too, Molly. Love you too.”
9. “A Lifetime” - Better Than Ezra, 3:37
A lifetime. Sixty years. She’s given him sixty years, will give him sixty more if he’ll just sit up and say that he’s joking, that he’s not dying. Sixty years, and she’s still as young as she’ll always be. He’s an old man, though, and the nice hospice nurse thinks that she’s his great-granddaughter.
She holds his hand, and cries as she watches him laboring to breathe. “You silly man, why didn’t you ever just try to take my power?” She whispers between tears.
“Loved you too much.” Every word sounds like it could be the last, each word is a struggle. He gasps again, and she watches as her husband of fifty-eight years dies in front of her.
“Love you too, Sylar.”
His breathing slows, then stalls, and the nurse pulls her away from his side.
All that she’s ever known, she’s given him the equivalent of his lifetime. Now she’s got to learn to cope without him for the rest of her infinite lifetime.
10. “Don’t Stand So Close To Me” - Sting, 2:15
“Don’t stand so close to me.” He tries to step away, but she won’t let him.
“Don’t stand how close? Close like this?” She’s wrapped around him like a leech, and he’s determined that he won’t let her know how she’s affecting him.
“Claire, don’t play with me.” He tries to use his telekinesis to push her away, but can’t. It’s still not working.
“Not playing.” She leans up on her tiptoes and grabs his face, pulling him down for a kiss.
Sylar finally says to hell with it, pulling her close and giving up the fight that he’s been fighting for the last month, ever since they’d been thrown into the Company cell together.