A/N: I saw a music drabble story by The Lunatic Who Cares with the premise of putting your music playlist on shuffle, hit play and write for as long as each song plays. It was one of those challenge thingies. I thought it was a neat idea so I made a note to look into it when I had some free time. Unfortunately, (or maybe not) the plot bunny bug bit me while I was working on my other stories 'Countdown of the Ancients' and 'Young Turks', and as certain songs came up on Winamp ideas would pop into my twisted head. I jotted song titles and who it would pertain to on my never ending pile of PostIt Notes and set it aside for later. This little drabble hit me while I was working on a fluffy scene in 'Countdown' with Jazz and Rachel, my OC.
Premise: I've changed the drabble idea for my own amusement: actual song lyrics that pertain to Jazz and Rachel and other TF characters.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish, I will never own them. Rachel Milne is mine.
Synopsis: Scenes and musings by Rachel as she falls in love with our favorite Special Op's agent. Fluff. No slash. Italics are internal dialogue. Actual lyrics are in ()
Constructive criticism is welcomed. Reviews are given much love. Stealing is not.
Song is 'Ecstasy' by ATB
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(Have you ever noticed, that I'm not acting as I used to do before?)
I sat there quietly next to him, staring into my soda and wondering how to break the silence. You're acting like a giddy schoolgirl, Rachel. This is Jazz. You've spent countless hours talking and hanging out with him. "So, uhm…" I took a nervous sip of my soda to calm the butterflies threatening to burst through my chest. "Anything interesting happen today?"
Jazz grinned at me with his disarmingly bright smile, "Nope. Best part of my day was when y' walked through the door."
I coughed on my soda, blushing and turning away, "Must have been a really boring day."
"It was a long day, but I spent most of it thinkin' about y', Rach."
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(Have you ever wondered, why I always keep on coming back for more?)
"I was wonderin' if y' felt like watchin' the stars wit' me tonight?" There was that impish grin of his.
I looked at the floor as we headed down the hallway that led to the lounge. The blush that bloomed on my cheeks felt like a super nova. "Like a date?"
"Exactly like a date."
My heart felt like it was beats away from bursting out of my chest. I nervously twirled a lock of my hair around my finger. "I'd love to."
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(What have you done to me?)
Jazz's warm hand was at my back, holding me close to him. His touch was so gentle and feather light. I felt safe, so secure, so… complete in his hands and I realized at that very moment that I never wanted to leave his side. I looked up into his smiling face; my eyes met his azure visor and I wondered if he knew how I felt when he was near.
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(I will never be the same, I'll tell you for sure.)
"Hey. Smile for me please, Rach? Y' know my day is never complete wit' out seein' y' smile."
His day wasn't complete without my smile? I blushed furiously and turned away. My heart was skipping beats. My mind raced at the speed of light as every irrational thought in existence ricocheted in my head. Did he mean it like that or was he just trying to make me feel better? Does he feel like I do when he's near me? He can't, can he? What do I do? What do I say? What if he didn't mean it like that?
Jazz put his fingers under my chin and slowly drew my face up to look at him. His disarming smile could make a polar ice cap melt, and even under the harsh lighting of the lab his visor sparkled. I felt my knees suddenly weaken.
"Please? One smile jus' for me?"
My breath caught in my throat as I looked up into his face. Jazz was for a lack of another word… perfect. Sweet, caring, funny, beautiful, and with that smile of his… I was so completely mesmerized, I could not help but smile for him.
"That's my girl. My day is perfect now." He didn't let go of my chin and his smile took on an impish twitch, "I can go t' the Matrix happy, since my Rachel smiled for me."
His… Rachel? His Rachel? Me? I am his Rachel? Me?
I reached out to him to steady myself. My legs had liquefied and I knew there was no way I could trust them to hold my weight.
"Y' okay, Rachel?"
It took me a few moments before I realized that he had asked me a question. I blinked to shake that wonderfully warm hazy feeling from my head. "I- I'm fine, Jazz."
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(Not that I'm complaining. A more beautiful vision - I have never seen.)
With Jazz standing so close to me, I could not help but 'look' at his spark that was carefully stowed inside his chest. It oscillated with a vibrant whitish-blue radiance and I thought that it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen before.
"Whatcha lookin' at?"
I had to force my eyes to shut so I could turn away, "I can see your spark. It's unbelievably beautiful." Jazz chuckled at me as I fought to keep from staring again. I wanted for time to stop just so I could gaze at the pulsating glow of his spark.
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(If you don't mind me saying, a lifelong ambition to fulfill my dream.)
I leaned against Jazz's door and stared out into the driving rain, watching it bead across the glass. Absently, I ran my fingers along his door panel, lightly caressing the dark leather, and remembering the first time I saw him. He had caught my eye as I entered the dealership. The salesman walked me past him four times, patting his roof and spoiler each time just to draw my attention to the dirty Porsche.
The salesman gave me a wink and another smile, "Ya've had one o' those days it seems. Maybe a little splurgin' will make it better." He patted the dusty car, "Granted he's an older 935, but he runs like a dream."
I ran my hand over the hood of the car; it had been sitting outside awhile by the amount of dust on it. "How much?" I inquired.
"He hasn't been on the lot for long, and seein' as dejected as ya look I'll knock 25 percent off the price and let ya have him for 3500." He patted the roof again, "Ya know the old saying, 'The driver doesn't pick the car. The car picks the driver.' I think he's taken a real shine t' ya, ma'am."
This week last year was when my life changed forever. When Jazz appeared in my life and drew me out of my comfortable shell, showing me a world that I would never have dreamed, of things that I never would have done on my own… of the perfect love I would have missed completely.
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(You really are my ecstasy. My real life fantasy.)
Time stood still. The universe stopped its eternal dance. The world was a million miles away. The war did not exist anymore. The med bay where we had stood disappeared into the ether. Life as we knew it consisted of just us. My heart beat only for him - his spark pulsed only for me.
With his fingers, he gently tilted my head up to meet his gaze and I stared into his azure visor. The perfect smile I received from him radiated his love and assurance that we would never be separated from each other; no matter the distance, no matter the circumstances, there was a bond between us that nothing could ever come between. Not even death.
I caressed his face tenderly, the warm soft metal of his faceplate pulling back into a wider smile. My smile grew as well, my eyes drinking in the bright azure glow from his visor and every angle of his face, carefully etching every detail in my mind. Words were unnecessary, we were communicating only through touch and expression. I could feel the strength behind his other hand that held me close to his hood, firm enough to reassure me that he would never let me go, yet gentle enough to not hurt me. I traced along his chin with the back of my hand, enjoying the reaction I received from him in the form of his spreading smile. Our souls touched for the briefest of moments. He was complete, I was complete, and nothing else mattered anymore.
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(I'll never be the same, I'll tell you for sure. You really are my ecstasy. My real life fantasy.)
We are together and in love for a reason. Our love is universal and pure. True love. When the yarns of Fate were spun, the Weaver made sure to wrap the threads that were Jazz and Rachel tightly around each other. Our names were written in stardust and we appeared in the dreams of angels. The sands of time and space parted and cleared the path so our souls could touch. No matter what the odds… We were meant to be together.
We would always be together.
I need him. He needs me. I love him and he loves me.
Jazz is my ecstasy.
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