MP3 drabbles, 1-6

[tigriswolf]

“Midnight in Montgomery” – Alan Jackson
"Supernatural" 

 

            “You know, I first danced with Mary to one of your songs,” he said, shivering deep in the thickest coat he owned. “I can’t even remember which one it was, now—but she fit right in my arms.” 

            He sighed. “She was beautiful that night. Not that she ever wasn’t, but…” He shrugged. “That night, she was somethin’ special.” He reached out to pat the tombstone, letting his gloved hand rest there for a moment. “Thank you,” he said softly. “Without you, I might never’ve gotten her.”

            He nodded in respect and walked away to the other grave that had called him there that night.

 

“My Own Home” – Darleen Carr, The Jungle Book
The Jungle Book

 

 

            The man-village shocked him, frightened him. The girl—whose language he could not understand, but whose voice calmed him—tried to help him. She brought him back to her den, showed him to her pack and her pack to him.

            Not even Shere Kahn caused him so much worry. The alpha of the man-village, a grizzled old male, did not like him; that, Mowgli could tell. He barked and hissed, like Father Wolf when someone encroached on his territory. Mowgli did not know what he’d done wrong—this was also the girl’s territory, and she’d brought him here to join the pack.

            The alpha kept Mowgli away from everyone, even the girl. He set the dogs to watching him, but their tongue was close enough to wolf for Mowgli to speak. He asked them how to befriend the man-alpha and Old Sun, their alpha, said he only liked those he’d known from cubs.

            Days passed, so many days. The girl never came to see him and he forgot the sound of her voice.

            Nothing in the man-village whispered home to him like the jungle, like Baloo and Bagheera and the wolves.

            In the night, with the help of Old Sun and her pack, Mowgli left the man-village. He never once looked back.

 

“American Pie” – Don McLean

"Stargate: Atlantis" 

 

            She sees it before anyone else. The way they act around each other, simultaneously gleeful little boys with a secret and a an old couple married for fifty-nine years, the way they always look for each other before relaxing.

The way they never say each other’s first name is a major clue.

It doesn’t affect their working relationship, and she isn’t sure they even know. But it gives her hope, that they found each other. That they’re happy.
 

 

“Where You’re Going” – Jimmy Wayne

"Supernatural"

 

 

            Many teachers looked at him and wrote him off—he knows that. He accepts it. He’s not gifted like Sammy, and he doesn’t want to be. He learned everything of importance from Dad, anyway.

            He’s the bad boy, still, even at twenty-five. Leather jacket, muscle car, quick fists and quick wit.

            Sammy’s the good one. He knew it as a boy and he knows it now as a man. Back as a kid, he did the best he could. If it wasn’t enough for nosy, uncaring teachers, it wasn’t his problem, unless they tried to make trouble.

            The older he got, the less that happened.

            Laughter from the corner, a table full of college kids. One of them towers above the rest, floppy dark hair bouncing as he shakes his head.

            Dean smiles, thinking back. “Happy birthday, little brother,” he says, slamming back his glass of whiskey.

            Sammy’s the good one, and he’s got a good thing going here. It’s not Dean’s place.

            He doesn’t see Sam’s eyes flick his way as he goes.

 

 

“What I Cannot Change” – LeAnn Rimes

"Stargate: Atlantis"

 

 

            They were marks of those painful seven years, when he had nothing but what he carried and nobody but himself. They were brandings, mementos he could never leave behind.

            They were the scars of his mind given flesh, and he hated them—he did. Like he hated Wraith and Kell. Like he hated himself for not being fast enough to save Melena.

            He couldn’t change the past; he could only let the pain and despair and rage fade, shove it aside and ignore it.

            And Rodney, who he once thought of as the weakest member of his team, took them away, as his goodbye.

            “I healed them,” he said, looking up and trying to smile. He was dying and his goodbye was to erase those brandings, the memories Ronon had never been able to escape.

            He watched Rodney go and wished he could die in Rodney’s place.

 

 

“If I Never Knew You” – Pocahontas

"Stargate: Atlantis"

 

 

            Rodney sometimes can’t believe how lucky he is—in Atlantis, with technology a thousand times more advanced than anything on Earth, and with John Sheppard. Not only is Sheppard funny and capable, he’s smart. Not quite Rodney’s level, of course, but smart.

            Even with all the dangers in Pegasus—like Wraith and Nazi wannabes and Ancient tech that freaks out on its own—Rodney is having the time of his life and he can’t imagine what would’ve happened if he never came.

            (Life without John Sheppard? Impossible to contemplate, so Rodney doesn’t.)