6 Song Drabbles, written in 10 minutes or less each.

19Mar08

001. Hands | Jewel (started at 19.43, finished at 19.52)

While it was not exactly an uncommon occurrence, it still upset Brock when Dean cried (so he was upset a lot). However, he was more puzzled than upset when he walked into the kitchen on a Tuesday morning at noon, where Dean sat sniffling at the table, a variety of crafts supplies in front of him.

“What’s wrong, Dean?”

“It’s Triana’s birthday tomorrow,” he snivelled, “and I was trying to make a card, but I can’t think of anything that’s just right!”

“… And you’re crying because?”

“It has to be just right, Brock! I l-love her, and I don’t want her to think I’m a spaz!”

It took the majority of Brock’s strength not to inform Dean that he was, in fact, a spaz. “Well, what do you have so far?”

Dean cleared his throat, then began to read from his card. “ ‘Dear Triana.’ “

Brock waited a moment before realising that Dean was not continuing. “And?”

“That’s it,” he said, defeated. They sat there in silence for a moment before he turned to his bodyguard. “Can… can you help me, Brock?”

Anyone who had sat through even the shortest conversation with Brock would have known that poetry and flowery language were not his strong suit, and Brock almost told Dean this, but something about how dejected the kid looked, and the way his lip was quivering made Brock just sigh and pick up a magic marker.

“Okay, Dean. Give me that glitter pen, too.”

Triana Orpheus better appreciate this.

002. Heartbreaker | Pat Benetar (21.08 – 21.17)

Brock is running, running like mad down a New York subway car roof. It is dark as hell, and if not for the red hair waving a hundred feet in front of him, he’d think she had escaped.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Molotov calls over her shoulder, laughing. “No wonder the Americans can’t keep up with the war!”

It is 1988. Brock doesn’t bother telling her that it’s her people who are losing. Growling, he leaps to the next car, following her. When she reaches the edge of the engineer’s cabin, Molotov glances at the tracks below for a second, rushing by with sparks flying, then turns and fires her gun blindly at Brock, as fast as she can.

He is hit once, grazed on the shoulder, but keeps coming towards her. “Why are you here, Molotov?” he yells, over the roaring sound of the air rushing past them. “You should have stayed on your side of the world.”

“I took out three OSI agents in Moscow last week,” she answers, “so I can say the same to you.”

“Do we have to fight, or can we just skip to the part where we fuck?” he asks, unsheathing his knife to throw at her.

She laughs derisively, mocking him. “You think it’s that easy, don’t you?”

Before he can respond, the train screeches to a halt, and they both slip a little, the smooth roof hard to balance on. He blinks and she has leapt to the platform, running away from him. She is lost in the crowd, and he is still standing on a subway car, and people are staring.

Brock sigh, turns and climbs down a ladder to enter the train proper and take his seat.

003. Shiver Me Timbers | Tom Waits (01.49 – 01.53)

People don’t call him by name, just ‘Captain’, occasionally with the qualifier of Pirate. He’s not a pirate anymore, and it sucks, but it’s okay. He likes the new boss, and he likes sleeping on the X-2. Sally makes him lemonade while he works, and at least it’s not that damn sargasso, he was going crazy there.

He should have been born about two hundred years before he was, he’d have been one of the greats, he just knows it.

Instead, he is the Captain, the nameless, faceless man in a Venture Industries uniform.

He could have been great.

004. Bratislava | Beirut (01.58 – 02.01)

Culture has never been Brock’s favourite subject to study, and particularly not in the all-night cram-style way the OSI has him learning it. Hunter screams and babbles about blending in with the enemy, but Brock can never connect histories with ways of living, the way the German Unification influenced how people in that country do things, why the Chinese celebrate only certain birthdays, why they drown their baby girls in the river. It’s confusing and frustrating and he hates it, but they keep making him learn. Like he’d ever really fit in down in Zaire anyway.

005. Ding Dong Song | Gunther and the Sunshine Girls (02.04 – 02.07)

Hank is in love. He is in love and, though he’s never been in love before, he knows it’s real, he just knows it. And the only thing left to do is persuade Miss Coqtiz to love him back.

He can do it. He has his sure-fire lady killer outfit on (the one that well-built guys on TV wear when they dance for ladies), he has half a bottle of his Pop’s cologne, and he is going to make her love him.

Hank didn’t even mind waking up at seven AM to make her breakfast! And she’ll love him for it, and they’ll run off together, and get married so that they could tongue kiss, and he’ll get a job jumping buses on a motorcycle, and everything will be just swell.

It only makes him love her more when she almost crushes his windpipe.

006. Her Father and Her | Adam Green (02.10 – 02.16)

It had always been Molotov and her father. From the minute her mother died, an hour after Molotov was born, it was just the two of them, against the world, in a little dacha in the freezing Arctic tundra of Siberia, at the top of the world.

They moved to Moscow when she was eight, for both gymnastic training, and to be closer to the KGB, where her father had resumed his job as a captain in the secret intelligence division that she would later join herself. He took her to compete in the Olympics when she was eleven. She was twelve when he let her back into the house, after she lost.

Her father wasn’t the one who trained her, but he did call in every favour he had to make sure her training went his way. He was her sometimes partner, her normal superior, and always her father.

Until Brock Samson stabbed him to death in an alleyway. She wasn’t sure, but she thought that maybe Brock believed, in some distant way, it would free her, because she knew for a fact that he hadn’t been assigned to kill her father.

He was more wrong than he ever could have known. Well, at least more then he knew until he got her clothes off.

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