My first attempt at a songfic! Yay! Everybody clap for me!

Disclaimer: I don't own the Lone Gunmen, I don't own the band Train or their song "Hopeless" and much to the disappointment of my landlord I'm not making any money, boo hoo.

Lyrics are in italics.

11:28 Lone Gunmen HQ

Jimmy was home alone again. Byers, Langly and Frohike had gone out researching a story again and left Jimmy to 'guard the fort'. Normally Jimmy didn't mind, as long as he was part of the team. Tonight he was lonely and miserable.

"Why won't they let me do anything?" he said aloud. "I know I'm not the best at this kind of work, but why can't they let me do something? They get to have all the fun while I'm here doing nothing." He sighed and flopped into a chair and gazed uninterestedly at a computer screen.

He decided to play some music, seeing as Frohike wasn't there to complain about it. Choosing from the stack of CDs at random he came up with 'Drops of Jupiter' by Train. He sat back and let the soothing lyrics and soft guitar wash over him. The CD played through the first three songs. By the start of the fourth Jimmy was feeling a lot less angry towards the other Gunmen. He leaned right back into the chair and closed his eyes.

Jimmy's relaxation was interrupted by the loud buzz of the doorbell. Upon opening the many locks on the door he discovered it was Yves.

"They're out." Jimmy said, his previous gloom setting back in.

"I know." Yves' voice was barely more than a whisper. "That's why I'm here."

"You're here to steal something?" His tone was flat and uninterested.

"No."

"Then what?" The song faded and another began.

I hopelessly, helplessly wonder why

Everything I change around me.

Yves spoke so softly that Jimmy had to lean towards her to hear. "I just wanted to tell you something."

I'd tell it to your face,

But you lost your face along the way,

And I'd say it on the phone if I thought you were alone:

Why do things have to change?

He waited for her to continue, but she didn't say any more. Instead of talking she grabbed him gently and led him into a slow waltz. Jimmy was sceptical, thinking of the way she seemed so… untouchable.

You don't need my pictures on your wall,

You say you need no one.

You don't need my secret midnight call,

I guess you need no one.

Jimmy tried to bury his doubts. He began to sing softly to the music as his arms encircled Yves.

"Is anybody waiting at home for you?

Coz it's time that we tell if it's heaven, if it's hell,

Or if there's anybody waiting at home for you,

Coz it's time that we tell this tale."

He stared into her eyes and fell silent. She smiled up at him and took over singing in her soft, lilting voice.

"You're in and out, up and down,

Wonder if you're lost or found,

But I got my hands on you."

Yves trailed off, the last line hanging in the air. Jimmy inhaled the musky smell of her hair and sighed.

Are you strong enough to toe the line? Are you gone make me yours, or do I make you mine?

I'm in and out, I'm up and down,

Wonder if I'm lost or found,

"But I need your hands on me now."

Jimmy waved his inhibitions aside and sung the last line of the verse. He leaned down and met her lips with his. Yves gently returned the kiss. She draped her arms aound his neck, pulling him closer. He parted his lips a fraction. Yves took advantage of this and pushed his lips open further with the tip of her tongue. Her tongue was welcome in his mouth and he stroked it playfully with his. He twisted a strand of her hair through his fingers, then let his hand wander along her spine from the neck down to its base. Yves relinquished the sweet taste of Jimmy's mouth to nibble at his ear.

The now forgotten song rolled into another as he lowered her gently to the floor.