Itunes/playlist flashfic meme: set your playlists to random and then write "flashfic" for the first 10 songs that come up.

Flashfic pairings: Heero/Duo, Trowa/Quatre, Wufei/Relena – nothing over PG rating. No warnings to speak of. Each fic-bit was written in the time as its song played, hence short pieces and possible bad grammar or idea formation.

Brown eyed Girl – Jimmy Buffet

AU, Heero/Duo

How many years had passed since I'd last seen him? Ten? Fifteen? Far too many. He's grown up, that's for sure.

It is summertime, and my mom convinces me to attend one of those dreaded family reunions. The first hour isn't so bad, reacquainting myself with aunts and uncles, cousins and their broods. The second divides members into little groups, and the third, he appears.

I confess, I haven't thought of him in so long. A cousin by marriage, my first partner in sex. My first love. Heero stands in the doorway, his eyes find mine, and I see we still have it – that connection. And he heads towards me, as I do him.

Looking out my Backdoor – CCR

Duo self introspection

The steps are cool on his ass as he lowers himself down. Steam rises from his cup of coffee in faint wisps, and he looks over the field behind the house. Thoughts of youth and plans of the future tug at his mind. But, as the sun steadily rises, he sips at his coffee, and lets what will be be, for the moment.

Peace is there for him at last.

Tim, I wish you were born a girl – Of Montreal

AU, Heero/Duo

Duo flopped back on the bed, his head landing in Heero's lap. The teen glared downward, but turned back to his book. Duo stroked fingers up the exposed skin Heero's shirt left open. It was so damned confusing. Heero was a boy, and so was he.

His feelings had changed, seemingly overnight, but… how could they ever be?

Time in a bottle – Jim Croce

Trowa/Quatre

The notes died away, and Quatre lowered his violin. His eyes were simmering bright, his voice catching as he told Trowa what had been on his mind lately.

Trowa smiled, lowered his head for a kiss, and accepted the proposal in that quiet passion of his.

There would be time for this. Time for them.

Jump in the line – Harry Belafonte

Implied Heero/Duo, Trowa/Quatre

Calypso music blared from the band, and Duo was shirtless, body gyrating in a bastard mix of salsa and hip-hop. Quatre downed another shot, and with a laugh, jumped to his feet. His hand shot out and grabbed Trowa by his shirtfront, dragging him behind.

Heero glanced at Wufei who was pretending to be elsewhere. With a shrug and a smile, Heero rose and found his boyfriend, finding the rhythm set, and joining the line.

Not a minute passed by before Wufei too, was out on the dance floor. A brown-haired woman in a dress cut low and flowing skirts slid arms about his waist, and guided him in the dance.

Mamma Mia – (Mamma Mia OST) ABBA

Implied Heero/Duo, Wufei/Relena

Relena watched the couple from across the pool through sunglass covered eyes. A phantom pain stabbed; the thought that it could have been her splashing through the water with him; could have been her to share that kiss, feel that grope she knew was made below the surface just by seeing his partner's eyes widen, and the wild grin that blossomed.

But, it wasn't her, and she had gotten over it years ago. She smiled softly, and shifted her gaze to the man walking over heated concrete in unselfconscious fashion. He carried the ice tea she'd asked for, ignoring the antics playing out in the water beside him.

She sighed slightly. There she goes again.

Peace of Mind – Boston

AU, Trowa/Quatre

Trowa picked up the guitar and began to play quietly. It'd been a long week, more so for his partner than himself. His job was rather like he was – low maintenance, low stress, rather laid back. As he played, he thought of when he and Quatre had first met, thought of how the young earnest college student had so many ideals, so much ambition. He smiled remembering their times together, and how it had been in such a different pace than what Quatre ran now.

Take the day, as an example. It was past nine, and Quatre had just walked through the door, shoulders drooping in weariness, barely a smile to share, before he turned and staggered back to the bedroom for a shower. Trowa played on.

It hadn't always been that way. Quatre's smiles used to be frequent and warm – so inviting Trowa would get lost in them. Fingers stumbling over the chords, Trowa closed his eyes, wondering if it would ever be that way again.

"Don't stop," Quatre told him softly from the door.

Trowa jerked his head around, and blinked. Quatre was standing there in a towel and a smile, a light shining in his eyes, and water dripping from his hair. Trowa's fingers found the music again, and he thought he remembered to breathe. Quatre started to cross the room, and his voice was just loud enough to be heard over the music.

"I quit my job today."

Hold my Hand – Hootie and the Blowfish

Heero/Duo

Heero smiled softly, his hand stroked hair falling over Duo's brow. "It is true. Every word."

His head shook slowly in disbelief. His cheeks were pink, and he couldn't meet Heero's gaze. Heero took his hand, and it trembled in his grasp. Together, they walked the path, and let the peace of the day seep through them both.

"Okay, I believe you," Duo said quietly. "And… I guess I feel the same way." He turned to face Heero, then. Leaning forward slowly, his lips pressed to Heero's, and they shared their first kiss – the first of many more to come.

The Boy from NYC – The Adlibs

Heero/Duo

The boardwalk seemed to run on for miles, though he knew it wasn't even a complete one from end to end. Below, the beach stretched out for yards, the surf lapped at its surface. His name was called, and Heero turned from the rail to watch Duo navigate through the Saturday crowd, pink clouds of fluff held overhead, and out of reach of others.

It had been a lark to drive to the coast; laundry, yard work, and things neglected during the week waited at home. But here and now, there was Duo, the sun, and shared cotton candy kisses.