So this was an exercise I did in which I put my mp3 player on shuffle and flipped through songs until I was inspired. Then I wrote a small piece inspired by the song. None of these are song fics because song fics are the bane of my existence. Nor do any of these stories directly use the lyrics of the song. They were all simply inspired by the feeling and tone of the song.
Super Heroes (Rocky Horror Picture Show Soundtrack)
"Is it better then?" Owen's tired voice startled him, but Jack contained it to only a small jerk.
"What?"
"Is it better in the future, where you come from?" Owen came to stand beside him, looking over the empty Hub. Neither man had to sleep now, and too often Jack would exit from his office or his bunker to find Owen staring darkly across the Hub. "It's just that you seem to want it so much more."
"No. Yes. I don't know." Rubbing his brow, Jack fought to dredge up memories and emotions packed away. "I knew my place there. I knew my future. I knew that I was going to join the military and fight for the lives of my village and I knew I was probably going to die. And then my father was killed and my brother….Anyway, I left. It wasn't better."
"But?"
"What?"
Owen shifted, hands gripping the metal banister. "There's a 'but' in there. I could hear it."
"But this isn't any better. This lot, this time period….you're all so stuck. You're just floating, lost, looking for meaning. And I can't help. I know all the things that are going to come, I know things that are going to happen years from now. I know monsters you'll set on yourselves and things that you'll have no control over and I won't be able to stop them. And all the while you lot are just sitting here, being eaten up from the inside by your own beasts, scrabbling about for meaning or whatever it is you want. It's just so different."
"No, it isn't. Why did you leave….wherever you're from?"
"To find my brother. To figure out what to do now that there was nothing left for me there. I was only fourteen, in Earth years."
A hand touched Jack's shoulder, cold but urgent. "You were still just like us, back here in this time. There were things you couldn't control. And you were still looking for meaning."
"But—"
"That's the purpose of the human race, Jack. To find meaning in this crazy world. To be lost, to endure the horrors and the tortures of life, to look for truth, whatever the hell that may be. That's the reason we don't all go mad and kill ourselves. We're all still battling whatever beasts we have, we're all still looking for why we're here." Owen snorted, shaking his head. He pulled his hand away and rested it again on the banister. "You're a hundred years old or whatever. I'd have expected you to figure that out long before me."