Revenge of The Music Drabble Meme
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electrokineticSo I enjoyed the music drabble meme so much...I did another round. Ten drabbles this time, with a mix of muses, not just Elle. All BNW. I'm not going to bother listing all the other muses I had in here...because it's alot. You can all figure out who's who. I believe in you. Some of these are crack drabbles and not to be taken seriously. That is all.
Where There Is Light by VNV Nation
Elle never thought she'd be happy, not really. Not after her father died, she lost the Company, Sylar betrayed her and everything else. She thought she was destined to be unhappy. The things with Dean only seemed to drive this home to her more.
But she was wrong. She was realizing that now. She was happier than she had ever been, which wasn't exactly saying something, but it was nice. She had friends. And not just people like Claire or Sylar, but friends all of her own. She had Brooke. She had Ruby.
She never thought she'd want a life like this, something so normal. She never thought it would be possible. The idea of visiting small towns and spending nights in bars learning things like pool seemed like a fairytale to her.
But despite everything, despite her own cynicism, she had found a family of her own. It wasn't perfect, far from it, but she wouldn't give it up for anything. She'd fight to the death to protect it. It felt nice to have something other than herself or the Company to fight for for once.
And sure, they had big worries like the end of the world and mutant protests, but they'd been through bad shit before, and maybe, just maybe, working together, they'd survive all of this. She'd never admit it, but she kind of liked Claire's idea of them all living on the ranch together on the ranch. A real home.
When she was little, she thought a home meant a mother and father who loved you, and she wasn't all wrong. Home was being loved. And she was loved, for the first time in her life.
3 Am by Matchbox Twenty
It's raining outside. Not real rain. It's fire and brimstone and Sandra is afraid. She's afraid for her daughters, for Brooke, and even for Noah. She hasn't heard from him in such a long time. Where was he? Was he okay?
She had always been the type to worry. Sometimes she'd wake up frantic from half erased memories and nightmares, and Noah would hold her, soothing her until she fell asleep again. She misses him the most on nights like this. That comfort. The way she used to be so sure he loved her no matter what. Before everything went wrong.
But things were different now. Her daughters were growing up, and they didn't need her the way she needed them to. Maybe that's the reason why she tried so hard to mother Brooke. She needed to be needed. She needed someone to mother just as much as Brooke needed someone to mother her.
Anywhere I Lay My Head by Tom Waits
Bela had never had a home. She didn't need one. Homes brought betrayel and hurt. She had her condos, her vacation houses, filled with artifacts and silk sheets but they were just a place to sleep.
She had no attachments. She would roam from place to place and that's the way she liked it. And she certainly didn't envy Sam and Dean and that stupid family they seemed to have built around each other. She didn't need it. She didn't need anyone but herself.
That was the way it had always been, and the way it always would be.
Leaving Hope by Nine Inch Nails
Gretchen used to hold on that maybe one day, one of the Claires would finally return her feelings. She tried so hard. She wanted to be all they needed, but it just wasn't enough. Because she was human. Because she was normal. And they weren't. How could she ever compare?
After they both left from Arlington, she had started going to parties and drinking, trying to forget them. But she couldn't. It was like an infestation in her brain. And now Arlington was gone, destroyed by a meteor, so she doesn't know where she'll find refuge next.
Sometimes violent thoughts flash across her mind, like pushing Logan infront of a car. And she likes Logan, he's fun to hang out with, and maybe they could have really been friends if he wasn't just another man taking Claire away from her. That was what it felt like.
She needed to just let go. It was never going to happen and holding torches weren't going to do her any good.
If only it was that easy.
Suicide Is Painless from Mash
John Casey doesn't regret. He doesn't for a moment. He doesn't think of Alex back in Burbank, or all the lives he's given up. He can't. If he let himself think about it even for a moment, it would eat at him and destroy him. He's seen it happen to alot of other agents.
But he's John Casey, and he's better than that.
So he throws himself into his work at the Company. He certainly doesn't occasionally ask for vacations back to Burbank to go to the shop where Alex works at. Why would he do that? That would mean he cared. That things got to him.
Elle asks him over and over again how he got fired, but he never gives her more than the basics. Because it doesn't matter. That life is behind him.
It has to be.
Bitches by Mindless Self Indulgence
Captain Hammer has so many fangirls, he can't keep track of them all. Whenever he's out and about he's signing things, telling flailing girls about his exploits. Sometimes they give him gifts. Things like underwear and bras.
Nude pictures.
Used vibrators.
But none of them compare to Penny. She loves him. And she makes him actually care about things, which he can't remember the last time that's happened.
But still, the other attention is nice. It reminds him of just how amazing he is. Not that he needed any reminder or anything. He was a Champion of the Gods, after all.
What's more amazing than that?
Precious Things by Tori Amos
Elle realizes now she doesn't need the Company. Not the way she always thought she did. When Angela told her she could have her job back, she thought it'd be like it always was, like she always was before. But too much had changed. Still, she clung to that old life.
And then she had that mission with the Demon version of Dean. It was a failure to see. Her hazmat suit tore and she electrocuted herself, Dean and the target. She's pretty sure the demon himself isn't dead, but his vessel sure as hell is. That's two Deans now. She should feel worse about it than she does.
But she realizes now she's been trying too hard. She's trying to be something she's not anymore. She's not that Company Girl anymore. So who is she? If she quits, where does she go? What does she do?
The world is her oyster but she feels frozen in place. The times before when she's taken her life into her own hands, it's ended badly. She doesn't want to die again. Or end up possessed or worse. So what does she do? That's the question she keeps coming back to.
So she'll stay at the Company. Bide her time. But it's not home anymore.
Maybe it never was.
Ebay by Weird Al
Crimebay.com made Bela's life more easy, she had to admit. People there had no idea how much their stuff was really worth. She could easily buy it for pratically nothing and then triple her profit later on. It was a great system all.
She didn't use any of her known aliases, of course. She had no doubt the Winchesters tracked that site after the whole thing with the rings. Or at least Sam. Dean probably made computers explode or something if he touched them.
Her eyes lit up at the newest item being sold by someone named Dr_Horrible. An actual working Dolorean. Her panties were pratically wet at the thought of buying it. Nerds would sell both their kidneys for it.
And then someone outbid her, two seconds to go.
imbatman.
Dean.
Damn him.
Die Another Day by Madonna
"So what are we trying this time?" Gretchen asks Claire. She supposes that being eager to kill her friend is a bad sign, but at the same time, it's not she'd stay dead. So that made it okay.
Or something like that, anyways.
Gretchen's an amateur as she cuts into the girl's body and begins to remove her organs. First a kidney. Then her liver. That was as much as they wanted to try with to begin with.
And after a few hours, Gretchen's eyes widened as the organs began to grow back. "You're like a medical miracle, do you know that?"
Claire grimances, pushing her skin back together and letting it heal. "Too bad my organs would probably reject the blood system of someone else."
Gretchen looks at the bucket. "So what are we going to do with them?"
"Burn 'em."
Where There Is Light by VNV Nation
Elle never thought she'd be happy, not really. Not after her father died, she lost the Company, Sylar betrayed her and everything else. She thought she was destined to be unhappy. The things with Dean only seemed to drive this home to her more.
But she was wrong. She was realizing that now. She was happier than she had ever been, which wasn't exactly saying something, but it was nice. She had friends. And not just people like Claire or Sylar, but friends all of her own. She had Brooke. She had Ruby.
She never thought she'd want a life like this, something so normal. She never thought it would be possible. The idea of visiting small towns and spending nights in bars learning things like pool seemed like a fairytale to her.
But despite everything, despite her own cynicism, she had found a family of her own. It wasn't perfect, far from it, but she wouldn't give it up for anything. She'd fight to the death to protect it. It felt nice to have something other than herself or the Company to fight for for once.
And sure, they had big worries like the end of the world and mutant protests, but they'd been through bad shit before, and maybe, just maybe, working together, they'd survive all of this. She'd never admit it, but she kind of liked Claire's idea of them all living on the ranch together on the ranch. A real home.
When she was little, she thought a home meant a mother and father who loved you, and she wasn't all wrong. Home was being loved. And she was loved, for the first time in her life.
3 Am by Matchbox Twenty
It's raining outside. Not real rain. It's fire and brimstone and Sandra is afraid. She's afraid for her daughters, for Brooke, and even for Noah. She hasn't heard from him in such a long time. Where was he? Was he okay?
She had always been the type to worry. Sometimes she'd wake up frantic from half erased memories and nightmares, and Noah would hold her, soothing her until she fell asleep again. She misses him the most on nights like this. That comfort. The way she used to be so sure he loved her no matter what. Before everything went wrong.
But things were different now. Her daughters were growing up, and they didn't need her the way she needed them to. Maybe that's the reason why she tried so hard to mother Brooke. She needed to be needed. She needed someone to mother just as much as Brooke needed someone to mother her.
Anywhere I Lay My Head by Tom Waits
Bela had never had a home. She didn't need one. Homes brought betrayel and hurt. She had her condos, her vacation houses, filled with artifacts and silk sheets but they were just a place to sleep.
She had no attachments. She would roam from place to place and that's the way she liked it. And she certainly didn't envy Sam and Dean and that stupid family they seemed to have built around each other. She didn't need it. She didn't need anyone but herself.
That was the way it had always been, and the way it always would be.
Leaving Hope by Nine Inch Nails
Gretchen used to hold on that maybe one day, one of the Claires would finally return her feelings. She tried so hard. She wanted to be all they needed, but it just wasn't enough. Because she was human. Because she was normal. And they weren't. How could she ever compare?
After they both left from Arlington, she had started going to parties and drinking, trying to forget them. But she couldn't. It was like an infestation in her brain. And now Arlington was gone, destroyed by a meteor, so she doesn't know where she'll find refuge next.
Sometimes violent thoughts flash across her mind, like pushing Logan infront of a car. And she likes Logan, he's fun to hang out with, and maybe they could have really been friends if he wasn't just another man taking Claire away from her. That was what it felt like.
She needed to just let go. It was never going to happen and holding torches weren't going to do her any good.
If only it was that easy.
Suicide Is Painless from Mash
John Casey doesn't regret. He doesn't for a moment. He doesn't think of Alex back in Burbank, or all the lives he's given up. He can't. If he let himself think about it even for a moment, it would eat at him and destroy him. He's seen it happen to alot of other agents.
But he's John Casey, and he's better than that.
So he throws himself into his work at the Company. He certainly doesn't occasionally ask for vacations back to Burbank to go to the shop where Alex works at. Why would he do that? That would mean he cared. That things got to him.
Elle asks him over and over again how he got fired, but he never gives her more than the basics. Because it doesn't matter. That life is behind him.
It has to be.
Bitches by Mindless Self Indulgence
Captain Hammer has so many fangirls, he can't keep track of them all. Whenever he's out and about he's signing things, telling flailing girls about his exploits. Sometimes they give him gifts. Things like underwear and bras.
Nude pictures.
Used vibrators.
But none of them compare to Penny. She loves him. And she makes him actually care about things, which he can't remember the last time that's happened.
But still, the other attention is nice. It reminds him of just how amazing he is. Not that he needed any reminder or anything. He was a Champion of the Gods, after all.
What's more amazing than that?
Precious Things by Tori Amos
Elle realizes now she doesn't need the Company. Not the way she always thought she did. When Angela told her she could have her job back, she thought it'd be like it always was, like she always was before. But too much had changed. Still, she clung to that old life.
And then she had that mission with the Demon version of Dean. It was a failure to see. Her hazmat suit tore and she electrocuted herself, Dean and the target. She's pretty sure the demon himself isn't dead, but his vessel sure as hell is. That's two Deans now. She should feel worse about it than she does.
But she realizes now she's been trying too hard. She's trying to be something she's not anymore. She's not that Company Girl anymore. So who is she? If she quits, where does she go? What does she do?
The world is her oyster but she feels frozen in place. The times before when she's taken her life into her own hands, it's ended badly. She doesn't want to die again. Or end up possessed or worse. So what does she do? That's the question she keeps coming back to.
So she'll stay at the Company. Bide her time. But it's not home anymore.
Maybe it never was.
Ebay by Weird Al
Crimebay.com made Bela's life more easy, she had to admit. People there had no idea how much their stuff was really worth. She could easily buy it for pratically nothing and then triple her profit later on. It was a great system all.
She didn't use any of her known aliases, of course. She had no doubt the Winchesters tracked that site after the whole thing with the rings. Or at least Sam. Dean probably made computers explode or something if he touched them.
Her eyes lit up at the newest item being sold by someone named Dr_Horrible. An actual working Dolorean. Her panties were pratically wet at the thought of buying it. Nerds would sell both their kidneys for it.
And then someone outbid her, two seconds to go.
imbatman.
Dean.
Damn him.
Die Another Day by Madonna
"So what are we trying this time?" Gretchen asks Claire. She supposes that being eager to kill her friend is a bad sign, but at the same time, it's not she'd stay dead. So that made it okay.
Or something like that, anyways.
Gretchen's an amateur as she cuts into the girl's body and begins to remove her organs. First a kidney. Then her liver. That was as much as they wanted to try with to begin with.
And after a few hours, Gretchen's eyes widened as the organs began to grow back. "You're like a medical miracle, do you know that?"
Claire grimances, pushing her skin back together and letting it heal. "Too bad my organs would probably reject the blood system of someone else."
Gretchen looks at the bucket. "So what are we going to do with them?"
"Burn 'em."
