So this fic challenge idea was inspired by Loretta's Purple Orchid, who was inspired by JacktheSinister_JaketheJust, who was inspired by LegacyChick. The basic premise, stick iTunes on shuffle and write a fic for the first ten songs that come on, when the song stops you stop writing. (I kind of got a tiny bit carried away and wrote nearly twenty of these, oops...)

Warnings: Slash (Colt/Punk), some profanity, some extreme AU, some set in 7Sins continuity.

01: Live Forever - Oasis (7Sins continuity)

When you consider it, life is ephemeral, we have no guarantees, we don't get to know when our expiry date is but the night I stumbled to the back, leaning on a chair, I was convinced that this was it, I was punching my card and I was on the way out. I don't remember much but collapsing into a heap and puking, Colt's voice buzzing in my ear asking me my birthday, asking me his birthday, telling people he'd drive me to the hospital, coming with me in the ambulance. I don't remember much of that night in the hospital, I remember thinking I threw an awesome punch at someone trying to stick me with a needle, what happened was like a kitten swatting a fly apparently. I do remember waking vaguely, I remember Colt's lips against the back of my hand, asking me to be okay, asking me to wake up and bitch at him, asking me to do something, anything. I remember wanting nothing more than to be able to answer him, wanting to be able to assure my best friend that I was fine, just fucking sleeping, I'm gonna live forever.

02: Kingdom Farts - MC Chris (7Sins continuity)

"I'm going to kick your ass again, you do know this, right?"

"Oh fuck off Punkers, I'll beat you this time" You're sitting in his place, O'Neil's Xbox set up and plugged in, playing the newest WWE game, him playing a create a character version of you, you playing the official version of him. The score is all in his favour. You wished you'd not gone easy on him in the beginning, at least that's your story and you're sticking to it.

"You know, you really do suck at this." He says he pins you again and you sigh.

"I'm outta practice, some of us have jobs to do, you know." He laughs and scratches at the back of his head.

"I have a job. Do you not see how clean this place is?" His voice full of barely restrained amusement.

"Mine too." You mutter and he grins, leans over and kisses you softly.

"I'm a good little housewife, April says so."

03: Paper Planes - M.I.A. (AU setting)

Revolutions don't start themselves. It was the first thing he said to you when you stumbled into the bunker, clutching at your sluggishly bleeding shoulder. You'd resisted the urge to smack him; it's easy for him to say that when every single one of those idiots out there on your side want him safe and he's in this bunker. Every one of the McMahon controlled forces on the other side wants him dead and all that's stopping them is some undertrained and angry former slaves. His touch is gentle for you, it's something you're grateful for, his fingers quick and fast. We can win this he'd said, we can get equality, we can get freedom, we don't need to bow to them. You aren't sure when his casual rhetoric became a rallying point for other dissidents, aren't sure when it became less him ranting in the corner of Ace's and more him leading revolutions but you can't say you regret following him, believing in him. You watch them parade him in the square for his very public execution, your grip tightening on your gun, waiting to give the signal, you know that this coup wasn't one they were expecting but really, when one family controls a dystopian city, they have to expect revolutionaries and they have to expect their lover to be planning a rescue.

04: Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall - Ella Fitzgerald (AU setting)

You don't know what happened, one day you were together, fighting, scavenging picking over the ruins of where ever the hell this place was before The Great War and the next, he's storming off in anger, leaving you and his fucking dog sitting in some abandoned shack, hoping he'll come back because you're a vault kid, you need him to survive out here. You knew the moment you inserted the stimpack into his arm, he'd be furious, you knew that he'd react like this but you had hoped that he'd understand, that he'd realise that you couldn't let him die, CHEM FREE might be across his knuckles but you couldn't let him die, you love him.

05: Cloud Busting - Kate Bush (7Sins continuity)

Beauty is a strange concept, you know that, it's something so subjective but there is no denying that you're best friend is beautiful. He moves through his life essentially unaware of this but as you watch him wrestle, his body gleaming under the bright lights of a WWE production, he looks gloriously beautiful. For all their belief that he doesn't belong here, that this stage isn't his, in the ring there's no doubting that he owns this, this is where he belongs. He brings out the best in his opponents but you can't help but think that they miss the best in him, watching him like this, watching him from the sidelines; it makes you want to be in there with him. It happens every time he asks you to come and watch him wrestle, you want to be in there with him, you miss the connection that wrestling gave you, you miss being in there with him calling spots and hearing him bitch under his breath about how you fucked up. He turns to you with a grin when he wins and you can't help it, for all you miss wrestling him, you enjoy watching him in the ring more, joining in with the CM Punk chant is so very easy.

06: Life is but a Mere Supply - Dezma (AU setting)

His life has always kind of missing something, like he was waiting for something that he'd never found. He went from job to job, just looking for that one thing that was his, that one place where he could belong. He finally found it the day he walked into a dingy little tattoo parlour, a middle-aged man arguing with someone closer to his age about accounts. He'd come about the sign in the window, help wanted, trainee tattoo artist had sounded decent enough for him try for a while. He hadn't known that the middle-aged man would become like his father and the accountant would become his lover but sometimes you find the things you're looking for in the strangest places.

07: Psycho Killer - Talking Heads (AU setting)

"So what is it you do?" He smiles easily, you hate blind dates but apparently you've been single long enough, so the girls in the office fixed you up. You will admit he's good-looking, sleek, slender, bleached blond and eyes that you could get lost in, exactly your type.

"I'm a cop." You tell him easily and he laughs suddenly.

"Really?" You nod and he takes another sip of his Pepsi, your eyes drawn to the tattoos on his knuckles again, you've been staring at his ink all night, wondering how much of his tanned skin is covered. "You working this serial killer case?" You sigh, you hate talking work on dates.

"I'm not allowed to say." You offer him a wry smile and he nods, smiles back. "What is it you do?" He laughs and really, he has the most beautiful laugh you've ever heard, he's perfect for you and you're suspicious, you never meet good ones on blind dates, it goes against your horrible luck, the last three blind dates you've been on this month have all been psychos.

"What do I do?" He looks at his nails and drinks again, his smile unwavering. "I fix things for people."

"What things?" You don't think he looks like a handyman but you could be wrong you suppose. He laughs softly and the hairs on your arms stand on end, really he is perfect.

"I'm an assassin."

08: This Time Last Year - maybeshewill (AU setting)

A wall of sound is the best thing to run to, it blocks out everything around him, stops the World from preying on his mind, only sometimes it doesn't work, sometimes his mind is a rebellious little shit of a thing and it likes to dwell. This time last year things had been very different. This time last year, he'd had everything he could want. This time last year, he'd be perfectly happy. This time last year was a lifetime ago. An unfair, far too short lifetime ago. It was only this time last year. Sometimes a wall of sound can be a wonderful thing, sometimes a wall of sound can make everything better, sometimes a wall of sounds can drown out everything but sometimes this time last year is all he can think of. This time last year, he still had Colt and no matter how loud and how big that wall of sound is, it can't make it this time last year.

09: Tender - Blur (7Sins continuity)

"Hey." He speaks softly in your ear, his voice pitched low and quiet.

"Hey." You find yourself answering, blinking sleepily, your arms tightening around his waist, holding him that little bit closer. "You sleep okay?" You ask him, thumbs stroking his skin gently. He nods and yawns.

"Your alarm went off like ten minutes ago." He mutters, shifting in your arms and you try to remember why you'd set the alarm in the first place.

"It have a note on it?" You ask him giving up on trying to remember, instead concentrating on his weight and warmth on top of you, you've missed holding him, you've both been busy, work, life in general has gotten in the way of spending time with him.

"Get up, go get Punkers, hospital at nine." He chuckles. "What exactly did you think was going to take three hours?" You let your hand run down to his ass, squeeze it gently, he moans softly. "I'm not meant to take anything before a scan, Cabana." He mutters and you laugh, move your hand up his back and then catch his chin, drawing him in for a kiss.

"They any closer to find the root of this mystery illness? I've driven your ass to the hospital a thousand times this month." You stroke your thumb over his lips and he shakes his head, shrugging slightly.

"It's not like my ass hasn't been paying you back for your chauffeuring, Colt." He laughs softly.

"Hmm." You draw his face closer and kiss him once more.

10: Battle 2 - Junya Nakano (AU setting)

"You're the worst mage I've ever seen!" The shout is loud even over the noise of battle and Punk shrugs, I'm a perfectly competent mage so fuck you Cabana, he thinks. "You don't wear a dress, you don't wave your arms, you just sit there looking fucking bored!" Colt swings his sword, lobbing the head off of something and Punk sets something else on fire, raising his eyebrow. "Every other mage I've worked with has been all mystical and magey! Not a fucking prick!" He snarls and wipes sweat from his brow, hacking at something trying to bite him in half before Punk freezes it, the next blow from Colt's sword making it shatter.

"I have phenomenal cosmic powers, I don't need to flail like a drunk." Colt scoffs and stabs a thing that appears to be nothing but teeth, in the only part that isn't teeth. "Also, I like pants." Punk mutters and stands, dusting his pants down and smiling as Colt scowls. "Would you like me to heal that?" He points to the wound on Colt's shoulder.

"I'll stick with health positions, you shitty fucking mage." Colt mutters and Punk laughs, it's not his fault he's not a very good red mage, he plans on changing class soon anyway, healing spells aren't that important.

I'd like to offer a special thanks to Loretta's Purple Orchid for clarifying the rules of the challenge, which I then proceeded to break by doing lots more than I should but these are the first ten.

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Something you've always wanted someone to write for Punk and Cabana, or someone else even, lemme know and I take a stab at it. ;)