Notes: As part of the Skins Big Bang on Livejournal, this year we've been having a game of drabble tag, since I've written LOADS of drabbles I thought it was time I shared some of them on here. Each drabble (which, for those of you who don't know, is a story in around 100 words) is headed with the prompt used and the person who left the prompt. This is a collection of Generation Three related drabbles.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The Love Lost Collection

1. Some days you gotta dance (Dixie Chicks) (reddawg82)

I danced not because I wanted to but because I needed to.

It may have all began with my parents forcing me into ballet classes at age four, but by the time I reached fourteen I was in love. I could memorise dances in my mind like song lyrics; each step, each turn, each look between partners that told stories.

I'd thought as a teenager that I would one day meet my prince, some male dancer who loved ballet as much as me. I didn't picture myself with a metal head.

As much as I love ballet and will never give up on my dreams, sometimes I just want to listen to metal with Rich and pretend that I'm just like everyone else. That dancing isn't something I eat and breathe and sleep, it's just something I've got to do once in a while with my boyfriend, for fun.

2. Success is a journey, not a destination (reddawg82)

'Success is a destination, not a journey.'

'But sir, ain't it the other way around?'

David rested his hands on his hips and let out a sigh. Juveniles, knew nothing about life. He stared at the young boy who asked the question. New. Hadn't been there long enough to realise that when he spoke, you didn't speak back.

'No, it is not.'

'But.'

He silenced him with a zip of his own mouth, the boy stopped talking.

'As I was saying, it doesn't matter how you do it. You will pass your exams, you will become model students and citizens of this college and you will do so without cheating. Do I make myself clear?'

3. "I know it sounds made up, but we have a website and everything."
- Patrick Jane, 3x14 Blood For Blood, The Mentalist. (tromana)

David cleared his throat as he stood in the centre of the common room, waiting impatiently for the students to shut the fuck up and listen. He rested a hand on his hip and cleared his throat for a second time.

'I have an announcement,' he bellowed, quietening the final noisy students. 'Here are Roundview, under duress from the local authority; we are starting a Glee club. Signups are open until the end of the week.'

'What the fuck's a Glee club?' that ginger kid with the funny eyes asked, without raising his hand. He ignored him.

'Yes Cassandra?' he pointed to a well behaved student with her hand perpendicular.

'We're really getting a Glee club?'

'Yes, you are,' he grimaced, the whole concept was preposterous, the students were there to learn, not sing. He gritted his teeth. 'There is even a website and talk of mouse mats.'

4. There's no 'I' in 'Team' (reddawg82)

There's no 'I' in team.

But what does that mean for me?

I'm sick of being one of the boys, a good rugby player, a Levan.

Why can't I just be me? Whatever fucked up shit that entails.

I don't know yet. Maybe I'll never know.

But that's the beauty of life, the beauty of being a person, not one of many.

When playing rugby there's no room for high and mighty bastards, but playing rugby doesn't make you part of the team all the time. It just makes you...lost.

If I didn't have rugby, I'd have nothing.

If I choose I don't want rugby anymore, how do I find the 'I' lost when I became one of the team?