Y'know that silly iTunes challenge thing?
Put your iTunes on shuffle, and write whatever comes to mind, but only writing from when the song starts to when it ends? Yeah, just did that to help get some juices flowing. And I may have cheated on a few of them, and hit rewind for a couple of the songs. Mostly Leavin' and Why Don't We Just Dance.
Anyhow, here's what I wound up with.
Doginabag-The Fratellis
It’s at the bar that Leonard realizes what he’s doing, what he’s become. He’s just another person running from his past. Staring around at all the young bodies writhing and grinding on each other on the dance floor, laughing and getting drunk off their asses, it hits Leonard that he doesn’t belong here. He’s too old, washed up, a thirty something year old divorce’ with nothing to his name but his bones. And here he was, enlisting in Starfleet to go out into space.
Leonard hated space.
But it was the only place left to go. Swallowing his liquor, Leonard grimaced and stood, ready to leave that place and wallow in misery in private in his dorm.
And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going-Glee version
Jim watched the retreating back of his now ex-lover?boyfriend?-, one Mr. Spock. His spine was straight and stiff, hands clenched behind the small of his back.
This wasn’t happening.
No, no way in hell was this happening.
“Spock!” he called out, startled at how shaky his voice was.
His First Commander paused, but did not turn around.
“Spock, come back here. That’s an order.”
Spock simply turned and arched an eyebrow at Jim in that irritatingly endearing fashion of his. However, he made no move to follow Jim’s order.
“Commander, I told you to come back here. That is an order from your Captain.”
Still with the silent treatment. The only indication that it was paining him not to speak was the slight twitch in his cocked eyebrow.
The Fame-Lady Gaga
They didn’t do it for the fun.
It wasn’t even the thrill of adventure that sent them hurtling through space, going where no man had gone before. (Although someone had to have been there before, seeing as there was almost always an alien race on whatever planet they landed on.)
No, they did it because it made them famous.
Everyone wanted to be a part of the U.S.S. Enterprise, the most famous ship in Starfleet. To be a part of the Enterprise meant adventure, thrills, something new and exciting every day, and best of all-everyone knew your name. You could barely walk down the street without being recognized.
And that was all Kirk had ever wanted; to be famous in his own right, not just because he was George Kirk’s son. Now? Now, he was Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, the man who saved Earth, and God only knows how many other planets, from total destruction by Nero.
It Won’t Be Long-The Beatles
Blue eyes stared up at the arrival and departure boards, searching intently for something. There, they spotted it:
Arrival: San Fansisco, Georgia, 12:48.
“Bones,” Jim breathed, grin splitting his face in half.
Bones would be home in a matter of minutes. He’d been gone for nearly two weeks; far too long for Jim’s taste.
But that didn’t matter. He was almost here. Jim’s excitement had him bouncing on the balls of his feet, nervously twisting the hem of his shirt and chewing on the bottom of his lip. He was acting more like a teenage girl about to see her boyfriend for the first time in months.
But who could blame him? He and Bones had never been apart for this long before. Sue him for being a little bit excited.
Glancing at his watch, he discovered that it was 12:42.
“It won’t be long now,” he murmured to himself, grinning broadly.
Leavin’-Jesse McCartney
Leonard McCoy was not a man of much action when it came to romantic situations.
Case in point: He was madly in love with his best friend, one James Tiberius Kirk, and had been for several years now. Had he said anything to him?
Nope.
Not even a subtle hint.
So when Jim entered into his relationship with Spock, he had no right to be jealous. But he was. Boy, was he jealous. He aimed pointed glares Spock’s way whenever he placed a hand on Kirk’s shoulder while on the bridge, or whenever he entered in Jim’s quarters and silently shooed McCoy out of the quarters so they could play their nightly game of chess.
But this time? McCoy’s glare wasn’t out of jealousy. It was out of anger, pure, unadulterated hatred for that pointy eared bastard. He had hurt Jim, and hadn’t even realized it.
“Bones, he didn’t even know what the fuck he’d said!” Jim fumed, pacing around McCoy’s quarters, randomly kicking his feet or throwing his hands up in the air as he recounted the events of their most current fight.
“How in the hell did he not realize that telling me he no longer found me ‘aestictially pleasing’ would piss me off? That’s as good as saying he’s no longer attracted to me! Oh God, Bones, he’s probably off fucking someone else right now. I’ll bet it’s Uhura. I’ve seen him making eyes at her on the bridge, it’s only a matter of time before-“
“Jim.”
“I mean, clearly I don’t do anything for him. We haven’t even had sex in a week Bones! A week! That’s like, a year for me! And to top it all off, the last time-“
“Jim.”
“When I asked him what he was thinking, he just said, ‘Nothing, Jim.’ He always has some comment about the sex, it’s always-“
“Jim, you’re acting like a hormonal teenage girl right now, you realize that, right?”
“And you know what else? That fucker had the nerve to tell me he thought my ‘posterior region was beginning to look much larger than in previous months.’ Where in the hell does he get off telling me that-
“Jim. Would you shut the fuck up?” Bones roared, finally fed up with Jim’s incessant rambling. Startled, Jim stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the doctor, at a loss for words. His blue eyes were wide, mouth hanging open, hands resting stupidly in front of him, fingers splayed out.
“You’ve come to me every night for the past three weeks, doing nothing but bitching about something Spock has said or done, about how he’s hurt you, and you don’t know how to confront him about it, and you don’t even fucking realize…” Bones stopped himself, drawing in a shaky breath and breaking eye contact with his friend to stare at the wall.
“Realize what, Bones?” Jim asked softly, hands dropped to his sides, sounding both curious and afraid.
“That I want you, and have wanted you for years now, and yet you continue to tell me about your relationship with no regards for how I might be feeling.”
“What? Bones, you never said anything, how was I supposed to-What are you doing?”
McCoy had risen from his seat on the bed and was quickly advancing on Kirk, who was backing up, eyeing his friend warily.
“What I wish I’d had the guts to do a long ass time ago,” McCoy growled, grinning when Jim hit the wall, cornered. He rested his palms on the wall on either side of Jim’s head, leaning forward until their foreheads touched, letting his breath ghost over Jim’s full lips.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop,” he whispered, batting away that niggling voice in the back of his head that sounded an awful lot like his ex-wife, telling him to forget it, Jim would never be his, and to just give it up now.
“I-“ Jim croaked, voice failing him. He swallowed, hard, and McCoy took that silence as acquiescence. Swooping in to close the distance, he kissed Jim hungrily, roughly. Jim didn’t respond at first, lips unyielding against McCoy’s. Then he began to respond enthusiastically, bringing his arms up to wrap around Bones’ neck, threading his fingers through the dark hair, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth, moaning softly at the way Bones sucked his bottom lip in between his own and gently bit down.
“Tell him you’re leaving, Jim,” Bones whispered as he pulled away, breathing heavy, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. “Tell him you can’t be with him anymore. Be with me.”
“Bones, I….It’s not that simple…”
“Sure it is,” he murmured, dropping his head to nuzzle Jim’s neck. “All you’ve gotta say is, ‘Spock, I’ve found the past three weeks of our relationship to be unsatisfactory. I would like to terminate this romantic relationship.’ Put it in terms that hobgoblin will understand. Hell, you can even tell him you’ve got me now. I can handle the angry Vulcan.” He kissed the spot where neck met collarbone before gently nipping it, earning him a whimper from the blonde.
“But he-we-ohhh Bones, shit, I can’t think with you doing that,” he groaned, gripping Bones’ shoulder tightly.
“That’s the idea, darlin’,” was the smug reply.
Why Don’t We Just Dance-Josh Turner
“Bones, there isn’t shit on.”
“So turn the tv off.”
“But then I don’t have anything to do,” Jim whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a toddler. Glancing up over his glasses and PADDs at the younger man, Bones aimed a stern look his way.
“Jim, you’re a genius. You’ll figure something out.”
“Whatever,” Jim muttered, turning away from Bones and pouting at the tv as he channel surfed.
Sighing, Bones took off his glasses and put down the PADDs.
“Get up,” he commanded, walking over and turning off the TV.
“What?”
“I said, get up.”
“I heard you. Why?”
“Because. We’re going to dance.”
“Dance? Why in the hell are we going to dance?”
“You’re bored, and I have the sudden urge to do so. Help me move this couch.”
“Whatever you say, old man,” the blonde grumbled, standing up and going to the opposite end of the couch. Bending down, he took hold of the bottom and the back of the couch, lifting at the same time as Bones, and quickly moving it to the side, leaving the middle of the room.
“Okay, old man. What dance were you wanting to do?”
“Who knows? Let’s see what’s on the radio?” Leaning over the couch, Bones flipped on the radio, grinning when a slightly upbeat country song began to filter through the speakers. “This is perfect!”
“Really Bones? Country music? Are you shitting me?”
“Shut up and dance.”
The only ones I really liked were Leavin', which I did put on repeat, and Why Don't We Just Dance, which I'm intending to finish. That idea actually occurred to me earlier today while listening to that song, only in a slightly different way. I might write two versions of that one, just to see which I like better.
Anyhow. Let me know what you think, if you'd like to beta, and where I can go from here!
Anyhow, here's what I wound up with.
Doginabag-The Fratellis
It’s at the bar that Leonard realizes what he’s doing, what he’s become. He’s just another person running from his past. Staring around at all the young bodies writhing and grinding on each other on the dance floor, laughing and getting drunk off their asses, it hits Leonard that he doesn’t belong here. He’s too old, washed up, a thirty something year old divorce’ with nothing to his name but his bones. And here he was, enlisting in Starfleet to go out into space.
Leonard hated space.
But it was the only place left to go. Swallowing his liquor, Leonard grimaced and stood, ready to leave that place and wallow in misery in private in his dorm.
And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going-Glee version
Jim watched the retreating back of his now ex-lover?boyfriend?-, one Mr. Spock. His spine was straight and stiff, hands clenched behind the small of his back.
This wasn’t happening.
No, no way in hell was this happening.
“Spock!” he called out, startled at how shaky his voice was.
His First Commander paused, but did not turn around.
“Spock, come back here. That’s an order.”
Spock simply turned and arched an eyebrow at Jim in that irritatingly endearing fashion of his. However, he made no move to follow Jim’s order.
“Commander, I told you to come back here. That is an order from your Captain.”
Still with the silent treatment. The only indication that it was paining him not to speak was the slight twitch in his cocked eyebrow.
The Fame-Lady Gaga
They didn’t do it for the fun.
It wasn’t even the thrill of adventure that sent them hurtling through space, going where no man had gone before. (Although someone had to have been there before, seeing as there was almost always an alien race on whatever planet they landed on.)
No, they did it because it made them famous.
Everyone wanted to be a part of the U.S.S. Enterprise, the most famous ship in Starfleet. To be a part of the Enterprise meant adventure, thrills, something new and exciting every day, and best of all-everyone knew your name. You could barely walk down the street without being recognized.
And that was all Kirk had ever wanted; to be famous in his own right, not just because he was George Kirk’s son. Now? Now, he was Captain James T. Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise, the man who saved Earth, and God only knows how many other planets, from total destruction by Nero.
It Won’t Be Long-The Beatles
Blue eyes stared up at the arrival and departure boards, searching intently for something. There, they spotted it:
Arrival: San Fansisco, Georgia, 12:48.
“Bones,” Jim breathed, grin splitting his face in half.
Bones would be home in a matter of minutes. He’d been gone for nearly two weeks; far too long for Jim’s taste.
But that didn’t matter. He was almost here. Jim’s excitement had him bouncing on the balls of his feet, nervously twisting the hem of his shirt and chewing on the bottom of his lip. He was acting more like a teenage girl about to see her boyfriend for the first time in months.
But who could blame him? He and Bones had never been apart for this long before. Sue him for being a little bit excited.
Glancing at his watch, he discovered that it was 12:42.
“It won’t be long now,” he murmured to himself, grinning broadly.
Leavin’-Jesse McCartney
Leonard McCoy was not a man of much action when it came to romantic situations.
Case in point: He was madly in love with his best friend, one James Tiberius Kirk, and had been for several years now. Had he said anything to him?
Nope.
Not even a subtle hint.
So when Jim entered into his relationship with Spock, he had no right to be jealous. But he was. Boy, was he jealous. He aimed pointed glares Spock’s way whenever he placed a hand on Kirk’s shoulder while on the bridge, or whenever he entered in Jim’s quarters and silently shooed McCoy out of the quarters so they could play their nightly game of chess.
But this time? McCoy’s glare wasn’t out of jealousy. It was out of anger, pure, unadulterated hatred for that pointy eared bastard. He had hurt Jim, and hadn’t even realized it.
“Bones, he didn’t even know what the fuck he’d said!” Jim fumed, pacing around McCoy’s quarters, randomly kicking his feet or throwing his hands up in the air as he recounted the events of their most current fight.
“How in the hell did he not realize that telling me he no longer found me ‘aestictially pleasing’ would piss me off? That’s as good as saying he’s no longer attracted to me! Oh God, Bones, he’s probably off fucking someone else right now. I’ll bet it’s Uhura. I’ve seen him making eyes at her on the bridge, it’s only a matter of time before-“
“Jim.”
“I mean, clearly I don’t do anything for him. We haven’t even had sex in a week Bones! A week! That’s like, a year for me! And to top it all off, the last time-“
“Jim.”
“When I asked him what he was thinking, he just said, ‘Nothing, Jim.’ He always has some comment about the sex, it’s always-“
“Jim, you’re acting like a hormonal teenage girl right now, you realize that, right?”
“And you know what else? That fucker had the nerve to tell me he thought my ‘posterior region was beginning to look much larger than in previous months.’ Where in the hell does he get off telling me that-
“Jim. Would you shut the fuck up?” Bones roared, finally fed up with Jim’s incessant rambling. Startled, Jim stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the doctor, at a loss for words. His blue eyes were wide, mouth hanging open, hands resting stupidly in front of him, fingers splayed out.
“You’ve come to me every night for the past three weeks, doing nothing but bitching about something Spock has said or done, about how he’s hurt you, and you don’t know how to confront him about it, and you don’t even fucking realize…” Bones stopped himself, drawing in a shaky breath and breaking eye contact with his friend to stare at the wall.
“Realize what, Bones?” Jim asked softly, hands dropped to his sides, sounding both curious and afraid.
“That I want you, and have wanted you for years now, and yet you continue to tell me about your relationship with no regards for how I might be feeling.”
“What? Bones, you never said anything, how was I supposed to-What are you doing?”
McCoy had risen from his seat on the bed and was quickly advancing on Kirk, who was backing up, eyeing his friend warily.
“What I wish I’d had the guts to do a long ass time ago,” McCoy growled, grinning when Jim hit the wall, cornered. He rested his palms on the wall on either side of Jim’s head, leaning forward until their foreheads touched, letting his breath ghost over Jim’s full lips.
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop,” he whispered, batting away that niggling voice in the back of his head that sounded an awful lot like his ex-wife, telling him to forget it, Jim would never be his, and to just give it up now.
“I-“ Jim croaked, voice failing him. He swallowed, hard, and McCoy took that silence as acquiescence. Swooping in to close the distance, he kissed Jim hungrily, roughly. Jim didn’t respond at first, lips unyielding against McCoy’s. Then he began to respond enthusiastically, bringing his arms up to wrap around Bones’ neck, threading his fingers through the dark hair, slipping his tongue into the other man’s mouth, moaning softly at the way Bones sucked his bottom lip in between his own and gently bit down.
“Tell him you’re leaving, Jim,” Bones whispered as he pulled away, breathing heavy, cheeks flushed and pupils dilated. “Tell him you can’t be with him anymore. Be with me.”
“Bones, I….It’s not that simple…”
“Sure it is,” he murmured, dropping his head to nuzzle Jim’s neck. “All you’ve gotta say is, ‘Spock, I’ve found the past three weeks of our relationship to be unsatisfactory. I would like to terminate this romantic relationship.’ Put it in terms that hobgoblin will understand. Hell, you can even tell him you’ve got me now. I can handle the angry Vulcan.” He kissed the spot where neck met collarbone before gently nipping it, earning him a whimper from the blonde.
“But he-we-ohhh Bones, shit, I can’t think with you doing that,” he groaned, gripping Bones’ shoulder tightly.
“That’s the idea, darlin’,” was the smug reply.
Why Don’t We Just Dance-Josh Turner
“Bones, there isn’t shit on.”
“So turn the tv off.”
“But then I don’t have anything to do,” Jim whined, crossing his arms and pouting like a toddler. Glancing up over his glasses and PADDs at the younger man, Bones aimed a stern look his way.
“Jim, you’re a genius. You’ll figure something out.”
“Whatever,” Jim muttered, turning away from Bones and pouting at the tv as he channel surfed.
Sighing, Bones took off his glasses and put down the PADDs.
“Get up,” he commanded, walking over and turning off the TV.
“What?”
“I said, get up.”
“I heard you. Why?”
“Because. We’re going to dance.”
“Dance? Why in the hell are we going to dance?”
“You’re bored, and I have the sudden urge to do so. Help me move this couch.”
“Whatever you say, old man,” the blonde grumbled, standing up and going to the opposite end of the couch. Bending down, he took hold of the bottom and the back of the couch, lifting at the same time as Bones, and quickly moving it to the side, leaving the middle of the room.
“Okay, old man. What dance were you wanting to do?”
“Who knows? Let’s see what’s on the radio?” Leaning over the couch, Bones flipped on the radio, grinning when a slightly upbeat country song began to filter through the speakers. “This is perfect!”
“Really Bones? Country music? Are you shitting me?”
“Shut up and dance.”
The only ones I really liked were Leavin', which I did put on repeat, and Why Don't We Just Dance, which I'm intending to finish. That idea actually occurred to me earlier today while listening to that song, only in a slightly different way. I might write two versions of that one, just to see which I like better.
Anyhow. Let me know what you think, if you'd like to beta, and where I can go from here!