Obscurity!Mix #2: and everything you love will break - Profiler, Jack/Samantha
After much interference from pesky RL I've finally finished my Obscurity!Mix for Sam/Jack, wherein their lives are chronicled via the obscure crap on my iTunes as requested by the lurvely m_ravensblood.
All lead-in quotes are from episodes of "Profiler" and, IMO, most of the songs and lyrics can be as skewed or non-skewed as the listener chooses to make them. Except for the decidedly-skewed cracky ficlet that leads in to the bonus track, because "Into the Dark" is just too damned angsty to end with, even for me. ;)
Drop a comment if you want a) any song uploaded individually off the .zip or b) an obscurity!mix for your own character/ship/whatnot...I have tons of weird-ass music that hasn't been touched yet!
and everything you love will break :: a samantha/jack mix
.01.
[Sam You’ve Come Back To Me]
for the restless :: tom mcrae
she comes to me in dreams, a train wreck beauty queen / now i remember her / and everything you love will break / you’re running out of things to make you feel alive
.02.
[“I will not get on my knees for you. I will never get on my knees for you.”]
alive :: michal
the sun may climb the hill but it cannot break the dune / despite the common will, your spite ensures i’m doomed // hey i’m alive, here in this fishbowl
.03.
[“Part of me likes the fact that I help get these maniacs off the street, right? But there’s another part of me, you know? And I’m starting to feel that I’m fading away…I’m scared.”]
drift :: devlins
and somewhere along the thin white line / i’m spending my days and nights waiting for you to show
.04.
[“You'll never leave. Don't you remember? You left your first love to be with me.”]
caged :: bocca
you see I’ve got this disease which i just can’t disguise / i’m not gonna hurt you, i’m only gonna wait outside / wherever you go i will always be behind
.05.
[“Is that what you want? You want to be close to me? Well then, why don’t you take my hand, huh? …Give me your hand!”]
I don’t need you :: jen trynin
i don’t care if you never conquer the killers who keep you such good company / or if you can’t seem to break and enter yourself
.06.
[It Could Have Been You Sam...It Should Have Been You Sam]
feel the same :: lygia ferra
why did i have to hear about your new friend / go on and tell it to me slowly, why it isn’t me / it really doesn’t matter
.07.
["And I realized that he doesn't feel his life. He only feels the pain that he inflicts on his victims. But Bailey, I don't feel my life either...I think that he knows this."]
the two sides of monsieur valentine :: spoon
he kidnaps the queen / and you think the score's set but you can't truly see / 'till you know the two sides of monsieur valentine
.08.
["Tom is dead because of me. So is Coop. So are a lot of people....I provided the list."]
past, present and future :: abby travis
you know, i used to sing 'a tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket, i'm all packed up and i'm on my way and i'm gonna fall in love' // i don't think it will ever happen again
.09.
["For the last five years of my life, my family and I have been stalked by a serial killer. I am the center of his fantasy, his main attraction....I look over my shoulder every day of my life."]
walk this earth alone :: lauren christy
you're in the water that i'm drinking, the sound of 911 / the walls that protect me from the damage that you've done / in this world you are with me / but i walk this earth alone
.10.
["Nothing else matters. We're together now."]
landing :: the gandharvas
you on your back and i was on my knees / let's turn it around, try over again // all these limits are coming to an end once you say 'it sounds all right by me'
.11.
["Feels good...doesn't it?"]
i will follow you into the dark :: amanda palmer
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks / i'll follow you into the dark
**********
.(Skewed) Bonus Track (with ficlet).
"Took you long enough. Body-bag plastic isn't exactly designed for comfort or breathability."
"That's because the chief consumer demographic is actually dead." Samantha grinned affectionately as she finished unzipping the heavy material and helped pull the rumpled, grumbling man up and out of the narrow metal container. "Careful with that first step, they put you in one of the upper-level drawers."
"I'm surprised the bastards didn't post happy-face stickers all over me to celebrate their stunning victory." Jack stretched and flexed his neck, wincing at the audible cracks. "Ahh. Much better. Figured I'd feel colder after twelve hours in a morgue."
"Trust me, you were cold and pulseless enough to convince everyone that you'd become the late Jack of All Trades. Including me if I hadn't known the plan." Sam frowned at the memory.
"Designer death-drugs a la Newquay, my dear." Jack smirked cockily as he began to strip off his torn clothing. "You have no idea the number of prototypes I had to tear through until I achieved the right mix of bio-stasis and minimal residual side-effects. The effort was practically -- ew."
Sam glanced up at his change in tone and had to bite back a loud bark of laughter. The sight of the vicious, infamous serial killer looking utterly appalled as he tried to pull a burst dye-pack off his chest without getting his fingers sticky was...a bit of a disconnect.
Jack caught her look and shrugged grumpily. "You know my MO -- I never catch any spatter."
"Think of it as a messy necessity." Sam handed him a clean black sweater and pair of jeans as he stuffed the old clothes into a nearby bio-hazard bag. "If there hadn't been a big bleeding hole in your chest I think Bailey would've put one there out of general principle. As it is I'm amazed Grace hasn't been down here pushing to do the autopsy."
Jack poured the contents of a small glass bottle into the biohazard bag and nodded in satisfaction at the bubbling sound that emanated from the contents. "Ruined evidence, check. So how did you manage to keep the Federal Scooby Gang out of here?"
"An anonymous tip to the press that the alleged Public Enemy Number One had been gunned down unarmed and that the FBI was about to scramble to cover their tracks. It was like blood in the water -- everyone from CNN to YouTube converged on the VCTF to get the real story. The only one who escaped the scrutiny so far is the poor, victimized profiler who needed to hide and rest." Sam sighed dramatically and gave her most pitiable pout.
"And yet you were able to pull yourself together enough to make that anonymous call." Jack kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm touched, really."
"Actually, our mystery tipster is parked in the loading zone waiting to drive us to the airport." Sam handed him a small manila envelope. "Two first-class tickets to London under the names of...well, whoever's on our new passports. I told you Angel was trustworthy."
Jack shook his head with a bemused grin. "I probably owe her an apology for trying to kill her."
"It would be a start, yes." Sam glanced around the morgue one final time and motioned for him to follow her to the loading bay. "Although I suspect she's already forgiven you. After she found out you only gave Denzel a short-acting reversible poison she admitted that you probably couldn't be all bad and still be a pet person." She wisely decided not to mention that Denzel hadn't been as forgiving, as evidenced by the multiple episodes of shredding and/or peeing on everything in the house that remotely smelled like roses or cigarettes. "I think our tracks are as covered as they're going to be. It's not perfect, but it should buy us enough time to disappear overseas."
"Samantha, wait." Jack grabbed her arm before she could open the loading bay door. "You're sure about this -- about coming with me?"
"As sure as I've ever been about anything." Sam threw her arms about his neck and drew him in close.
"You know there's no turning back, ever, if we do this? Chloe --"
"--will be much better off growing up with Angel and Bailey and the others than she ever would be with me." Samantha finished. "It's the best thing I could do for her. I love you, Jack -- the only time I'm alive is when you're around."
"And I love you too, Samantha. My Samantha." Jack kissed the top of her head with an awestruck smile. "I can really say that now, can't I?"
"I hope you never stop saying it."
Sam leaned up to kiss him but jumped back with a guilty laugh as a horn broke the silence. "I think Angel's trying to tell us to get on with it."
Jack groaned. "And now I can't even kill her because she's our accomplice and your BFF...what's with the look? I watched a lot of the CW when I was stuck in Otis."
"I suppose it's no worse than the killing thing. Which we'll need to talk about, by the way. I'm not sure I can live with any more blood and violence."
"I'm all about the flexibility, my love. So which obscure paradise shall we head to after London? I hear that Easter Island is lovely this time of year. And possibly isolated enough to be clothing-optional." Jack waggled his eyebrows with a leer.
"Such a one-track mind." Sam silenced the leer with a firm kiss. "I don't care where we go. I'm with you -- I'm home."
Jack opened the loading door. "So let's go home."
"Race you there."
.end.
over the hill :: polly paulusma
and i said darling, over the hill there's a place where time stands still / let's have a race there, come on boy, i'll chase you up over the hill
[download .zip with all songs & cover art]
All lead-in quotes are from episodes of "Profiler" and, IMO, most of the songs and lyrics can be as skewed or non-skewed as the listener chooses to make them. Except for the decidedly-skewed cracky ficlet that leads in to the bonus track, because "Into the Dark" is just too damned angsty to end with, even for me. ;)
Drop a comment if you want a) any song uploaded individually off the .zip or b) an obscurity!mix for your own character/ship/whatnot...I have tons of weird-ass music that hasn't been touched yet!
and everything you love will break :: a samantha/jack mix
.01.
[Sam You’ve Come Back To Me]
for the restless :: tom mcrae
she comes to me in dreams, a train wreck beauty queen / now i remember her / and everything you love will break / you’re running out of things to make you feel alive
.02.
[“I will not get on my knees for you. I will never get on my knees for you.”]
alive :: michal
the sun may climb the hill but it cannot break the dune / despite the common will, your spite ensures i’m doomed // hey i’m alive, here in this fishbowl
.03.
[“Part of me likes the fact that I help get these maniacs off the street, right? But there’s another part of me, you know? And I’m starting to feel that I’m fading away…I’m scared.”]
drift :: devlins
and somewhere along the thin white line / i’m spending my days and nights waiting for you to show
.04.
[“You'll never leave. Don't you remember? You left your first love to be with me.”]
caged :: bocca
you see I’ve got this disease which i just can’t disguise / i’m not gonna hurt you, i’m only gonna wait outside / wherever you go i will always be behind
.05.
[“Is that what you want? You want to be close to me? Well then, why don’t you take my hand, huh? …Give me your hand!”]
I don’t need you :: jen trynin
i don’t care if you never conquer the killers who keep you such good company / or if you can’t seem to break and enter yourself
.06.
[It Could Have Been You Sam...It Should Have Been You Sam]
feel the same :: lygia ferra
why did i have to hear about your new friend / go on and tell it to me slowly, why it isn’t me / it really doesn’t matter
.07.
["And I realized that he doesn't feel his life. He only feels the pain that he inflicts on his victims. But Bailey, I don't feel my life either...I think that he knows this."]
the two sides of monsieur valentine :: spoon
he kidnaps the queen / and you think the score's set but you can't truly see / 'till you know the two sides of monsieur valentine
.08.
["Tom is dead because of me. So is Coop. So are a lot of people....I provided the list."]
past, present and future :: abby travis
you know, i used to sing 'a tisket, a tasket, a green and yellow basket, i'm all packed up and i'm on my way and i'm gonna fall in love' // i don't think it will ever happen again
.09.
["For the last five years of my life, my family and I have been stalked by a serial killer. I am the center of his fantasy, his main attraction....I look over my shoulder every day of my life."]
walk this earth alone :: lauren christy
you're in the water that i'm drinking, the sound of 911 / the walls that protect me from the damage that you've done / in this world you are with me / but i walk this earth alone
.10.
["Nothing else matters. We're together now."]
landing :: the gandharvas
you on your back and i was on my knees / let's turn it around, try over again // all these limits are coming to an end once you say 'it sounds all right by me'
.11.
["Feels good...doesn't it?"]
i will follow you into the dark :: amanda palmer
if there's no one beside you when your soul embarks / i'll follow you into the dark
**********
.(Skewed) Bonus Track (with ficlet).
"Took you long enough. Body-bag plastic isn't exactly designed for comfort or breathability."
"That's because the chief consumer demographic is actually dead." Samantha grinned affectionately as she finished unzipping the heavy material and helped pull the rumpled, grumbling man up and out of the narrow metal container. "Careful with that first step, they put you in one of the upper-level drawers."
"I'm surprised the bastards didn't post happy-face stickers all over me to celebrate their stunning victory." Jack stretched and flexed his neck, wincing at the audible cracks. "Ahh. Much better. Figured I'd feel colder after twelve hours in a morgue."
"Trust me, you were cold and pulseless enough to convince everyone that you'd become the late Jack of All Trades. Including me if I hadn't known the plan." Sam frowned at the memory.
"Designer death-drugs a la Newquay, my dear." Jack smirked cockily as he began to strip off his torn clothing. "You have no idea the number of prototypes I had to tear through until I achieved the right mix of bio-stasis and minimal residual side-effects. The effort was practically -- ew."
Sam glanced up at his change in tone and had to bite back a loud bark of laughter. The sight of the vicious, infamous serial killer looking utterly appalled as he tried to pull a burst dye-pack off his chest without getting his fingers sticky was...a bit of a disconnect.
Jack caught her look and shrugged grumpily. "You know my MO -- I never catch any spatter."
"Think of it as a messy necessity." Sam handed him a clean black sweater and pair of jeans as he stuffed the old clothes into a nearby bio-hazard bag. "If there hadn't been a big bleeding hole in your chest I think Bailey would've put one there out of general principle. As it is I'm amazed Grace hasn't been down here pushing to do the autopsy."
Jack poured the contents of a small glass bottle into the biohazard bag and nodded in satisfaction at the bubbling sound that emanated from the contents. "Ruined evidence, check. So how did you manage to keep the Federal Scooby Gang out of here?"
"An anonymous tip to the press that the alleged Public Enemy Number One had been gunned down unarmed and that the FBI was about to scramble to cover their tracks. It was like blood in the water -- everyone from CNN to YouTube converged on the VCTF to get the real story. The only one who escaped the scrutiny so far is the poor, victimized profiler who needed to hide and rest." Sam sighed dramatically and gave her most pitiable pout.
"And yet you were able to pull yourself together enough to make that anonymous call." Jack kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm touched, really."
"Actually, our mystery tipster is parked in the loading zone waiting to drive us to the airport." Sam handed him a small manila envelope. "Two first-class tickets to London under the names of...well, whoever's on our new passports. I told you Angel was trustworthy."
Jack shook his head with a bemused grin. "I probably owe her an apology for trying to kill her."
"It would be a start, yes." Sam glanced around the morgue one final time and motioned for him to follow her to the loading bay. "Although I suspect she's already forgiven you. After she found out you only gave Denzel a short-acting reversible poison she admitted that you probably couldn't be all bad and still be a pet person." She wisely decided not to mention that Denzel hadn't been as forgiving, as evidenced by the multiple episodes of shredding and/or peeing on everything in the house that remotely smelled like roses or cigarettes. "I think our tracks are as covered as they're going to be. It's not perfect, but it should buy us enough time to disappear overseas."
"Samantha, wait." Jack grabbed her arm before she could open the loading bay door. "You're sure about this -- about coming with me?"
"As sure as I've ever been about anything." Sam threw her arms about his neck and drew him in close.
"You know there's no turning back, ever, if we do this? Chloe --"
"--will be much better off growing up with Angel and Bailey and the others than she ever would be with me." Samantha finished. "It's the best thing I could do for her. I love you, Jack -- the only time I'm alive is when you're around."
"And I love you too, Samantha. My Samantha." Jack kissed the top of her head with an awestruck smile. "I can really say that now, can't I?"
"I hope you never stop saying it."
Sam leaned up to kiss him but jumped back with a guilty laugh as a horn broke the silence. "I think Angel's trying to tell us to get on with it."
Jack groaned. "And now I can't even kill her because she's our accomplice and your BFF...what's with the look? I watched a lot of the CW when I was stuck in Otis."
"I suppose it's no worse than the killing thing. Which we'll need to talk about, by the way. I'm not sure I can live with any more blood and violence."
"I'm all about the flexibility, my love. So which obscure paradise shall we head to after London? I hear that Easter Island is lovely this time of year. And possibly isolated enough to be clothing-optional." Jack waggled his eyebrows with a leer.
"Such a one-track mind." Sam silenced the leer with a firm kiss. "I don't care where we go. I'm with you -- I'm home."
Jack opened the loading door. "So let's go home."
"Race you there."
.end.
over the hill :: polly paulusma
and i said darling, over the hill there's a place where time stands still / let's have a race there, come on boy, i'll chase you up over the hill
[download .zip with all songs & cover art]