Warnings: Slash (Colt/Punk), some profanity, All AU setting.


11: Liza - Django Reinhardt (AU Setting)

Sitting in the bar staring at the optics, considering which one of the brightly coloured bottles to order from next, was a familiar situation for you to find yourself in. The bar tender was new though, looked utterly disdainful of most everyone, as though he had no real interest in being there. Probably some fellow college kid wanting to pay his way through school, taking the first job to hire him. It takes time to get his attention, some incredibly hot chick has been monopolising his attention all night. It really should be illegal for hot girls to be in gay bars but it's a free country and people can go wherever they like, you suppose. Once you manage to get his attention, you resolve to never let it go again.

12: Little Sister - Queens of the Stone Age (AU Setting)

Being dragged to parties on my sister's whim is not something I enjoy. It's not that I don't like parties; it's that I don't like playing guard to her all night. If I go out, I want spend it doing something more fun. Frat parties are not my scene, the music is shit and every fucker is too fucking drunk to stand.

"You want a drink?" It's always nice to hear a fellow Chicago native voice in one of these places, even if they are offering me a drink like a fucking moron. I hold my knuckles up out of habit. "Oh, thank fuck!" He laughs and I turn to look at him, nothing overly special to look at really, plain, hair on the edge of Jew-fro, built like a brick shithouse, grinning like the happiest fucker on the planet. If I'd know then how important he'd become to me, I think, I'd have worried more about making a better first impression.

13: May nothing but Happiness come through your door - Mogwai (AU Setting)

Quiet noises fill my ears, soft scurrying footsteps, like mice in loafers, softly creeping closer to me.

"Shh, it'll be okay." A voice, soft and dark, quiet and tinged with discordance, like a thousand people all speaking at once. A hand, I think, rests on my forehead.

"He's fading." Another voice, the same echoing inconsistency in it. "We need to prep." The rest of their words lost in static, vague snatches of words coming to me. "We're... -ing him... Clear..." Soft words, I can't understand, a tidal wave of fizzing in my ears. Hands on me, my body being moved, lifted, carried. My eyes won't open; the darkness is all I can see, the static all I can hear.

"Where... I wan-... Fuck!" Words, loud angry demanding words, noises I don't know, someone loud in my ears, someone sobbing. Something in me wants to tell this person it'll be okay, something in me hurts even more at knowing that this person is crying. Hands wrapped around mine, lips moving against my skin. "Don't... Love you... Don't leave... -ere, I'm sor-..." I wish this static would go away, I wish I could hear what he's saying to me, I think it's important. "I'll keep you, Scott. Don't worry. I've brought a binding sardonyx. We won't be apart long, okay."

14: Risingson - Massive Attack (AU Setting)

It's rare for the World to make sense; it's not common for things to fall into place, at least not in my experience. The World is a dark confusing place, with the people who are supposed to love you, conspiring against you more often than not. It's not really fair, but no one ever promised that life would be fair.

Life is something very fragile; it's surprising how easy it is to kill people. How easy it is to take it from those who don't deserve it. It is, perhaps madness to believe that I know who does and doesn't deserve life, but I'm apparently insane. At least that's what the defence lawyers said to the judge and jury. I wasn't overly interested, not really. I was more concerned with my new friend; he seemed to be rather disappointed in me. I've never had a friend like him before; he's the opposite of me. He's all sunny smiles and goofy jokes but he's my friend, even if everyone else tells me he's not there, he is, I can see him, can feel him hugging me, telling me it'll be okay. I feel bad that I've upset him but really, my family were a blight on society. An alcoholic, a druggie and a thief, the World is better off without them, but Colt doesn't seem to agree, seems quite upset that I stabbed them.

15: Unemployed and Overdrawn - Goldie Looking Chain

This isn't my plan for my life; this is a survival plan, waiting for something better. It's a story of my life, waiting for some kind of improvement, working hard yet staying in the same place, treading water like a pro.

This is a career path you kind of fall into. It's not something you go to the career's officer and say, "Hey, I'd really like to be whore when I grow up." However, if I'd been planning for it, my life might have been easier. I might have gotten less tattoos and possibly not established such a niche appeal. There's something about me that apparently appeals to the kinkier fuckers out there, something about the lank bleached hair and bags under my eyes that makes them think that I'll be up for being whipped. I'm not, I seriously can't stand that shit but money is money, beggars can't be choosers, the customer is always right. There's only one customer I have, that I want my pretty woman moment with, one client who I'd like to take me away to penthouse and treat me like I was a real person, not some whore but really, nice Jewish boys shouldn't be using male prostitutes in the first place, nevermind taking them somewhere nice.

16: FREAK - MEG

"So how does this work?" I ask the salesman, he smiles easily and starts explaining the programming, how to make the android function correctly. His explanation is slightly wrong but I'm stalling for time, looking for something in particular

"Here's a list of different models and the extras they come with. I'd recommend this particular one." He gestures to some kind of female droid and I shrug, casting my eyes around the warehouse.

"That one." I point, it's perfect, at least it looks perfect. Tall, slender pretty face, I know the program that runs on it though.

"That's a reclaimed model, the program went rogue."

"Sound's perfect." I shrug, I'm not going to tell this guy that the program didn't go rogue, I helped set it free.

"We've not wiped the host yet." I shrug again, ignoring this idiot, Punkers is going to be furious it took me so long to find, I don't need this asshole causing more delays. I boot up the host and am dragged into a synthetically strong hug.

"Finally! Though they were gonna wipe me before your stupid ass showed up!" He mutters in my ear, his arms relaxing as I hold him tightly.

17: Dirge - Death in Vegas (AU Setting)

You wake up in a room that feels heavy. Your eyes open to a metal ceiling, sections of grating showing a sky of oppressive grey, a light flurry of snow falling through the chain link. Beneath you the floor is cold, more metal, rusted in places, stains that look scarily like blood here and there. Slumped in the corner of the cell is a figure, dressed in baggy jeans and a hoodie, the hood pulled up over their head.

"You finally awake?" The voice, you think is familiar, you think you might know it but you can't place it, not really.

"Yeah." Your voice is hoarse, your throat feels dry. He throws you a bottle of water and you drink gratefully. "Where are we?" You stand, grateful you survived your accident, you vaguely recall being in a car accident, something in the beam of your headlights, skidding off the road, your car colliding with a tree, the sound of the horn and the feeling of the airbag. He laughs softly.

"You don't know?" He stands and pulls back the hood, he's beautiful and somehow strangely familiar, you think you know those deep green eyes.

"No, I was lost, my sat-nav broke." You shrug and step closer. He smiles sadly and laughs again.

"Welcome to Silent Hill."

18: Mighty Mighty Man - Roy Brown (AU Setting)

It's not right, you've told yourself this a thousand times, it's not right in the least. The World might be moving ahead but there is no room for men who like looking at men more than girls, no matter how far into the 50's time is progressing. You're perfectly healthy, fit as a fiddle, young and strong as an ox but every time you look at him, you feel weak at the knees. Your friends are ogling the pretty girls at the hop and you're standing there staring at him, watching the way his eyes dart around the room, not meeting anyone's gaze. Your friends have been pushing you towards this one pretty girl but you keep begging out. Eventually you concede to dancing with her, it ends in disaster, well kind of, being in his lap after slipping on spilled soda does at least break the ice, does at least get you his name, you don't think he looks like a Phil but you're not sure what else would fit.

19: Atlas - Battles (AU Setting)

"Morning, how can I help you?" I look up and stare. I know this guy, he's on the football team, he doesn't belong in this shitty comic store.

"Yeah, uh... I'm looking for a comic?" Great, either you are or you aren't, Jeebus, I hate jocks. Well okay, I hate most jocks but this one, I will admit to having a tiny crush on. What? It's the twenty first century, I'm allowed to have a crush on a jock! He's tall, handsome in a kind of wholesome, all round nice guy way and well, he saved my little sister from getting the shit kicked out of her by the bitchy cheerleaders. This makes him a good guy, alright?

"Which one?" He has the nicest eyes, deep brown, all warm and melty like Hershey kisses and I am spending entirely too much time sorting out the BL section of the stock.

"I dunno, something interesting?" Oh for the love of fuck, this guy he's not exactly decisive, at least he has looks to make up for his lack of decision making.

"What sort of thing do you want to read? Superheroes, dark and gritty realism, zombies, monsters, aliens?" C'mon it's hardly rocket science, which might not be that hard actually, I mean I've never tried it, I might be an awesome rocket scientist.

"I dunno, what do you recommend?" ARHG! He's trying to drive me mad, it's incredibly difficult to remain all cool and aloof when he's staring at me like I was a delicious cupcake... Wait...

"I... Uh... You're sure it's a comic you're looking for?" He has a really pretty smile, all bright and soft, makes my insides feel like his eyes, warm and melty.

"For someone so smart, Phil, you're pretty dense."

20: Beercan - Beck (AU Setting)

"I wish you wouldn't drink." Punk sighs and looks over at me. It's one can after work, one can to unwind, that's all.

"It's just one can, Punk." I assure him and he sighs once more. I'm not sure it's bothering him all of a sudden, he used to be fine with me drinking but then, about a fortnight ago, that all changed.

"One can, becomes two, becomes three." He shakes his head and leaves the kitchen. "I'm going out." He's pulling on his coat and shoes.

"Where you off to?" I ask, I wish he'd stick around more, he's hardly here now that he disapproves of me drinking. I miss talking to him but I guess, he really can't stand it when I drink anymore, one day I'll have to ask him why.

"Out." He says.

I wake up at the sound of him coming back, he's a courteous roommate, quiet, doesn't bring girls back, cooks, cleans. The guys joke that he'd make the perfect housewife if he had the right bits.

"Hey." I say softly and he looks at me, eyes wide and startled, his back pressed against the wall.

"Hi..." He seems to be trying to crabwalk to his room, his back not moving from the wall. I stand, getting off the couch, a little more wobbly than I'd like but one can turned into six easily.

"You okay?" I walk over to him and he freezes, eyes even wider. A brief moment of déjà vu comes over me. I have what I hope isn't a memory come over me, a memory of pressing him against this wall, of my hands pushing at his clothes, him trying to push me off, me not relenting. I stop and stare at him. "Punk?" He stares at me and then makes a break for his room. Please don't let that be a memory, please don't let me have done that to him.


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