AN—This is a collection of 10 little ficlets or drabbles based on songs. It seemed like a fun thing to do so I (instead of writing my Metaphysics term paper on the Meaning of Life) put my iTunes on shuffle and just wrote for the duration of the song just to see what would happen. I went through and edited it later and added a lot of stuff on, but tried to keep my original mindset all the way through. I guess this is an exercise in character development more than anything else. It was lots of fun to do. Anyway, please review, review, REVIEW!

I'll be updating two ficlets every day for the next five days.

Disclaimer—I don't own Star Trek, I just like writing about it. Don't own any of these songs either.

1. Cherry—Ratatat

Starlight caught her eye as it glinted on the deck of the Enterprise.

Another slow day.

It felt like people back on Earth had the impression that all these missions, all these adventures, were always chock-full of danger and pumped so full of adrenaline that it was like constantly being on crack.

But they didn't know about days like these.

Days where not much happened. Days where they simply sat through their shifts, checking reports, running status updates, and making sure everything ran properly. It was routine. It was normal. It was unexciting.

But also somehow comforting.

Uhura looked around at the bridge. Stars winked at her out of the black from the viewscreen and contrasted with the pristine whiteness of the deck around her. Crewmembers bustled about, muttering about this or that, checking reports with each other or otherwise engrossed in their various tasks. Spock sat at his station taking readings, a very faint line creasing between his eyebrows in a way that meant he was not angry, but deep in thought and Jim Kirk lounged in the command chair with his back to her playing with his communicator absently as he read one out of a heavy stack of lengthy reports. As always, the general murmur from the crew persisted at a constant buzz and the perpetual motion of the crew around her was ever present.

Uhura smiled.

Days like this made the Enterprise home.

2. Golden Slumbers—The Beatles

The blonde in his arms struggled a little, moaning out a soft cry for her mother. He hushed her a little and held her closer. She couldn't have been more than twenty years old and here she was dying in his arms, looking for the simple comfort of home and he could do nothing to bring it to her. He could do nothing to save her.

"It's okay, sweetheart," he said, letting his southern accent tinge his voice more than usual, trying to comfort the dying girl. "It's okay… You're—you're goin' home right now. You're goin' home, okay?"

She gasped, her breathing labored and difficult, but her glazed eyes still found his in the semi-darkness. She struggled to speak. She opened her mouth to say something, but it turned into a racking cough and blood appeared livid on the edges of her mouth, a stark contrast to her whitened face.

He took the sleeve of his blue uniform and wiped the red trickle away, as he did realizing that his hands shook uncontrollably. "Shh, now, darlin'," he comforted, "Go to sleep now, it's okay."

She let out one last shuddering gasp and then breathed no more. Her eyes still stared out at the world, but she was forever gone from them. They were a sad imprint of what had been only moments ago alive and vibrant. She was just an empty shell now, nothing more.

Breathing heavily, he turned to the man behind him and choked out a single sentence. Anything more would have been asking too much.

"She's dead, Jim."