Pandora's Music Box
Disclaimer: I do not own H50.
Summary: Steve has a text conversation with his sister Mary Ann.
Spoiler: Small reference to Ke Kinohi, Episode 1:13.
Pandora, her name, means "all-giving."
Chapter 1 – Dreaming of a Broken Heart (John Mayer)
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Lt. Commander Steve McGarrett's House
Oahu
Steve's restlessness and the rain were a dreaded combination.
Throw in, that it was a much deserved weekend and that he had already gone for a morning swim (before the rain started) and that he had already worked on the Marquis - and Steve of course found that he had nothing to do.
He stood on the second level of his home, leaning on the railing and looking down at his now immaculate living room. The kitchen, den, bathrooms, his bedroom, his childhood room, all cleaned as well. Only Mary's room was left and as he entered her room he stubbed his foot on a pile of CDs next to the door. They all fell, sliding across the hardwood in a fantastic array and Steve found himself groaning in irritation.
She had really only stayed for a few weeks before renting that beach house on the North Shore. But then again, she did stay for one night before Steve put her on a plane back to Los Angeles. After Hiro Noshimuri tried to have her killed, he had no choice really.
Steve shook his head - how Mary Ann managed to get so messy in one night was beyond him, but he really couldn't blame her. She had left clothes strewn across her bed as well as shoes, flip-flops, and books – also spread out all over the floor.
He figured it would be safer to start with picking up the CDs, before he slipped and killed himself. Steve wondered idly why she still had them, but then he realized that they were mixes and he couldn't help but smirk. One was even labeled 'break-ups'. Steve snorted, shaking his head, again. Stepping over the mess on the floor, he turned on her player and put the disc in.
Steve rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance as John Mayer's voice filled his sister's tiny room.
...when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees, and for the moment you can hardly breathe...
He stumbled around picking things up and organizing them on her shelves.
...wondering was she really here? Is she standing in my room? No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Steve found himself listening to the lyrics and couldn't help but groan again. Why he put this CD in was suddenly clear. He pulled out his phone and texted Mary.
STEVE: You left your crappy music
Steve grinned and shoved his phone back into his pants pocket and continued to tidy her room. A few seconds later his phone beeped. He pulled it out and grinned at his sister's response.
MARY: LOL! y r u in my room?
He chuckled to himself and took a seat on her bed as he texted back.
STEVE: cleaning up after you
...when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the giving up is the hardest part. She takes you in with your crying eyes, then all at once you have to say goodbye...
He looked out her window, towards the overcast day and the dark clouds over the Pacific. Music continued to fill the space and then another beep brought his attention back to his phone.
MARY: That's y I rented the beach house rembr? What r u listn 2 anyway?
...wondering could you stay my love? Will you wake up by my side? No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone...
Steve found himself sighing heavily and making a face as he typed.
STEVE: John Mayer
MARY: My breakup cd?
Mary responded quicker than he anticipated. He snorted and dropped backwards onto her bed, holding his phone above him as he typed.
STEVE: Yup
MARY: U breakup w/ whatshername?
She texted back instantly and Steve found himself staring at the string of words on his phone.
...now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand? Baby won't you get them if I did? No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
He listened to John Mayer croon before answering her.
STEVE: Yeah. Well, she broke up with me.
MARY: ... Sorry Steve, u wanna talk abt it? :(
Another quick reply and he had to smile at his sister's concern.
Steve studied the 'sad' face emoticon and thought that there were some things he would just never do. He sat up and shook his head as he punched away with his thumbs.
STEVE: Nah, I'm fine
MARY: I kno, but still... o.O
STEVE: Thanks, sis. I'm ok.
He stood, put his phone back into his pocket and picked up the remaining books and placed them haphazardly on an empty corner of her nightstand. Taking the clothes off of her bed and one last look at her room, he reached for the door when his phone beeped again. He pulled out his phone and a tender smile spread across his face as he read the message and typed a response.
MARY: I love you 3
STEVE: I love you too, i'll call you later.
...when you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part...
End.
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A/N: So this series came about after being inspired from the music that was playing on my Pandora App on my iPhone. This series will mostly likely be a catch-all for short-shorts that I happen to write with a specific song in mind. I hope you all enjoy. Below are the full lyrics to "Dreaming With A Broken Heart."
P.S. Gee, I wonder where I could be going with this particular chapter? Hmm? LOL, you all know me as a die-hard Steve/Kono fan and so of course I will gear most of my stories towards those two and their 'romance.' Please stay 'tuned', get it? And let me know what you think!
Dreaming With A Broken Heart
- John Mayer
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part
You roll outta bed and down on your knees
And for the moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was she really here?
Is she standing in my room?
No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part
She takes you in with your crying eyes
Then all at once you have to say goodbye
Wondering could you stay my love?
Will you wake up by my side?
No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
Now do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Do I have to fall asleep with roses in my hand?
Baby won't you get them if I did?
No you won't, 'cause you're gone, gone, gone, gone, gone...
When you're dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part