A.N.:: Hay guys. I've been in a really big fan fiction writing mood lately, it's kind of sad. But I've had no real ideas for anything. But after reading around the J&D collection here, I found one of these challenges. Here's how it works:

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

I've never really drabbled much; my fics take a lot of time and consideration before I really put it to words. But I decided to give it a shot, especially if I hope to kick up my upcoming multi-chapter AC:BH fanfiction. I could use the practice.

I'll post these up whenever I write a new one. Expect one every few days, I suppose; I'll keep posting chapters until I get up to ten.

Oh, and that fic that I got this from? Written by jakxkeiraaddict. Go check their stuff out; pretty awesome stories over there.

So here's my first one. Hope you enjoy. Feel free to review.


Like It's The Only One You Got – Three Doors Down
Length: 4:23
Genre: Romance
Character(s): Jak, Keira
Game: Post Jak II ish


So much easier thought of than done, a confession.

Jak stood there, outside of the stadium garage, pondering his thoughts as he waited for the aqua-haired girl to emerge from those large sliding doors. The two of them were going to head to the 'Ottsel for a friendly gathering with their little group.

In fact, as of late, he's been doing this a lot lately. Hanging out with her, yes, but not only. He's been considering what he had gone through in the past few months – the war with the Metal Heads, with the Krimson Guard. Sure, it was over now, but… He felt on edge somewhat, even still, after all of this time.

Too many times has he neared death. Too many times he considered the day he lived to be the last of his life.

It seemed, as time went on, that he took life for granted, as something that he could easily pull through, no matter what he had gotten himself into. An arrogant notion, of course. But a notion after all, one that he couldn't shake. It was a way of life for him.

But as he looked into her eyes these days, as he felt the affection he felt all those years before…

He felt like he wasn't living like this was the only life he had.

I have to tell her, he told himself over and over again. I have to tell her before it's too late.