A/N: Hi there! This is my second attempt at a Fanfic for Haven. May end up really good or a total fail. Anyway I was looking at Fanfics the other day and I encounter one that happens to be titled "Ipod Shuffle Challenge." And right then and there I thought,"Hmmm...I should try that." So this is it! Basically it will be a bunch of one-shots inspired by the songs that happen to appear on my ipod. And I think that it is all! Reviews are always the best thing in the world to receive, so if you got some spare time, feel free to click the pretty blue button and help a fellow writer out! Thank you and enjoy!
Are We There Yet?- Ingrid Michaelson
They say that home is where the heart is
I guess I haven't found my home
At the age of 3, Audrey Parker wanted nothing more than her Cabbage Patch doll, the one with blonde hair and blue eyes, back from the mean kids in room 203.
At the age of 5, she wanted a magical mother, who would come and save her, and everyone, from this pit of despair she was forced to call home. And they would fly around the world together and be so happy that her mother would wonder why she ever left in the first place.
At the age of 13, a mother was all she needed. Not the magic or flying bus. Just someone to show her different ways to do her hair (because a plain ponytail can get boring to a teenager) , and always come and cheer her on at soccer games and decorate cookies on Christmas Eve. Maybe once in a while sit and watch their favorite movie and talk about boys and other girl things that would forever be a secret held by them and them only.
At age 16, Audrey Parker wanted to be loved. By anyone, it didn't really matter to her. It could have been by a father, possibly a mother, a sister, a brother, maybe a lover. A friend or dog, perhaps.
At age 21, she was drowning in her own sorrow. Slept all day, party all night, trying to fill the void that was eating at her insides. She had built a wall between herself and reality, and wanted nothing more than someone to come and break it down but she was too proud to admit it.
At 27, she had cleaned up her act. Nothing ended up on her transcript (thank goodness) and she became the newest FBI agent. Her job was somewhat fulfilling. Her life was comfortable, as if she had place cushions everywhere to stop the pain if she ever happened to fall. It wasn't really living and she knew that, but she was too afraid to take away the things that have caught her, her entire life.
Now, Audrey Parker sat at The Gull, sipping a beer, tuning out the conversation that Duke and Nathan begun with normal tones but had risen to somewhat louder than inside voices. She studied the signs sitting behind the assortment of smuggled liquor, courtesy of Duke. Most were horrible drinking puns that made her chuckle, but one caught her eye outside of the rest.
Home is where the heart is, it said.
She contemplated it a moment, took another sip from the cold bottle, and came to a conclusion.
Audrey Parker was never one for cliches. But maybe just, maybe, home was not a place, but people who loved and were loved came together. Maybe home was...
"Audrey! Will you tell this dipwad that I'm right?"
"You are not!"
"Am too!"
Home was love. Love. What she was searching for all along.
They say you're really not somebody until somebody else loves you
Well I am waiting to meet somebody soon
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet?
Home, home, home
