One more fanfiction of mine! This one is easy to understand: 10 songs, 10 short oneshots. Two per chapter. Enjoy and always let me know what you think.

P.S.: If the song list seems a bit repetitive on the artists, I blame my MP4 player. I have 250, it could have done a better shuffle!

1. Nowhere Man, by The Beatles, from the album Rubber Soul (1965)

Deeks entered home, being greeted by his loyal friend, Monty. He put some music playing and walked to the bedroom. He fell over the bed, kicking off the shoes. He rubbed the eyes with the hands' palms a couple of times and took a deep sigh.

He had no idea where his life was leading him. He had been single for so long.

He's just waiting for her to give him a chance. His head makes plans for no-one, to nowhere. He seems to be missing too many life moves, too many opportunities, just standing still, thinking. It's like if he's blind and only sees her. But then he smiles. It's only her he can see and think of. Sometimes he doesn't know how to think or go without her. Now that he got used to having her around, he just can't live without her.

He needs her to lend her hand to him and let him find a whole new world. A whole world he wants to discover and that for now he's missing. But, despite all the problems the wait may have, he knows if he doesn't push and give it its time, things will work out. And, like that, he isn't frustrated for losing a whole bunch of stuff. He knows one day he'll have it all and much more. Because, he knows for sure she'll give it all to him and he'll give it all that to her as well.

Isn't he like everyone else when in love?

2. Shadow Of The Day, by Linkin Park, from the album Minutes To Midnight (2007)

Another day of work had just ended. Callen didn't want to go home just yet. He decided to take a walk on the Santa Monica Pier. The night was felling down and a cold breeze rose up. He pressed the jacket against the chest and zipped it, after having a shiver. The sun was setting too fast, turning the beach into a cold, grey place. Families walked by him, walking away after a day on the beach. All of them happy, together. The kids had someone to grab a hand; the adults had someone to lean on.

Was he ever going to know who he is? Who he really is?

Callen was meant to be a lone wolf. No wife, no kids. He has a dead sister, a dead mother, and dead grandfather, and so far an unknown and unnamed father. Maybe he already knew his own name, other than Callen or G. Maybe it's George, like his grandfather's. Maybe…That's how all his life has always been. Made of possibilities, dead ends, long and badly told stories. Maybe he was meant to be all alone his all life. To only have his friends, no one else.

And, right now, Callen didn't want more. Love a woman was not an easy task. He learnt at really young age how to be on his own, without any help. And having a kid is not even an option on the table. But one thing is sure: he'd never walk away from that kid, no matter what. He experienced very well how it is to be alone.

Is so bad when you do know anything about you, not even your own name…

Which one you liked more?