Disclaimed, both the characters and the lyrics for the song…whatever. Just don't sue me, please. I have nothing!!

I don't know this has been done yet, so I'll explain it. I went on a very long trip over the summer with some kids from my youth group. I was the youngest on the trip, and was rather antisocial. Okay, the excuse was to come up with new fanfiction ideas, but in reality those kids scared the crap out of me. I hadn't seen them in years, other than in passing. I thought that they would kill me, pretty much. But, to my surprise, they had changed for the better, and even encouraged me to join the group.

One of the ways they dragged me in was with a listing of songs from the nineties, recent movies, really wherever there was a good song, it was on the list.

So here's what I'm going to do: I have written a fanfiction to go along with each song. Unless it's a medley (there are a couple used in a certain musical coming up), in which case I don't know what I'll do, I'm going to put lyrics straight out of the song in and underline them. You can guess just in your head, or you put your guess in your review, e-mail me what you think, whatever. It's just an idea I had.

FYI: The story might be inspired by just one of the lyrics, or the song itself. It most likely won't reference any movie or play it might be in/associated with.

So here we go, song number one:

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Find anything, Alan?" a young Alianne called. While she was sitting pretty on the edge of one of the stable rafters, not a hair out of place, her twin was digging in the dirt.

"No, Aly. Are you sure it's in this stall? It could be in any of these, couldn't it?"

She sighed. How could her brother be so stupid at times while she was always brilliant? "Look at it this way. You can either start in the clean, empty stall where there's no horse to kick you, or you can go over to Berry's stall and pray to the Goddess that she doesn't bite you today."

"Fine. Same rules, though? No deeper than five feet?"

"Uh-huh. Da always sticks to the rules. He just bends them a little, sometimes."

"You mean he cheats."

"Nuh-uh! He always follows what the rules say. Just not what they in—inp—imply!" She had heard Aunt Daine use that word just the other day, and had been just itching to use it herself.

"Well, I say he cheats."

"And I say he doesn't." She was just about to let him take a break from digging, too. Well, she was at least going to consider it.

"What if it's not in this stall, though?"

"You'll just have to dig some more." She wasn't being mean, she was just encouraging her twin to try harder next time. Besides, now he would have real blisters to show the village girls he was always bragging to. Served him right.

"Mare's cage. Mare's cage," Aly whispered as she skipped along the hall, trying to figure out the latest riddle that Da had given her. Well, in all actuality, it had been given to both of the twins, but Alan could never figure them out withoutany help.

Aly twirled about the hall, lost in thought. Suddenly, she crashed into something hard. Someone hard.

"Uncle Numy! I'm sorry!" She rushed to pick the mess of spilt books and papers, trying to keep them in some order.

"It's fine, Aly. I take it we were both lost in thought today."

"Uh-huh. Da gave me a new puzzle to solve! This time we're looking for a key to treasure, so Alan's playing, too."

Her adopted uncle grinned. "Are you at least going to give your brother a sporting chance this time?"

"I don't know. It's not fair that I can't play the game the normal way and that I hafta play with Alan. He just wants to show off all of his scratches to Claire."

"Well, have fun either way." He stood back up to his full height and made his way down the hall.

Aly looked down into her hands and realized she still held his papers. "Uncle Numy!" But he had already turned the corner.

Numy…Numair…'Mair! It wasn't "mare" as in "horse," it was Aunt Daine's nickname for Uncle Numy! He always said that on a pretty day his rooms were like a cage.

She ran into his rooms, mentally shaking her head. He was so forgetfulhe didn't even lock his door! Not that it would have mattered, but Aly still liked to practice lest her father got the better of her some day.

Aly looked around carefully. If she were her father, where wouldn't she hide it? (It had never made sense to anyone but her father, but it worked for her all the same.)

The dresser top. It was cluttered with papers, books, scrolls, socks, hair ties, a rock or two, leaves trapped in thin pieces of paper, and everything else that Numair needed on a near hourly basis.

She went carefully, knowing that if she disrupted one of the numerous delicate towers of debris, months' worth of her uncle's work would be ruined and she would be buried under all of it. It would take years to get her corpse out without destroying any precious experiments.

Really. She loved Numair wholly, but he could be so silly at times!

There. The small brass key with an "A" engraved upon it. It was always the prize, even though Aly would give it back to her Da so that the game could start again.

She slipped it into her pocket and went to find her brother. He had said that he would search the stables while she begged Maude for cherry tarts.

"Hey, Aly! Look, I found it!" What? How had Alan found the key when it was in her frock pocket? That didn't make any sense!

But he held up a brass key with the same "A" design. It looked to be an exact copy.

Oh, Da. Alan's right. You do cheat sometimes.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Okies! This one is from a movie. See you next chapter!