Here are another 10 drabbles to 10 different songs. These are actually all 100 words.
Enjoy!
The Phantom of the Opera Overture
Shawn slumped down into his seat as the lights dimmed and the organ started. If he was in for hours of operatic torture, he wanted to be comfortable.
He knew the story – guy with super-terrible-ugly acne scars is insanely in love with this chick so he teaches her to sing and then tries to kill her. With lots of singing and capes. Or something. Shawn didn't really care.
What he did care about was impressing the theater major with the killer legs next to him, hopefully enough to have those legs wrapped around him later. It'd make Opera-Hell worth it.
You Can Fly – Peter Pan
Juliet watched Shawn chase Gus through the station, fighting a smile. From what she could tell the two were playing a complicated version of tag that combined 80's pop trivia and a golf club.
Lassiter snorted, "Children. They're going to kill somebody." Juliet didn't share that they'd already hit poor McNab.
Juliet couldn't help but agree with Lassiter, at least a little. Shawn and Gus were young at heart, like they belonged in Neverland. Juliet imagined what Shawn might look like in green tights, and her maniacal laughter left Lassiter questioning whether or not his partner was fit for duty.
Without You I'm Nothing – Placebo
Shawn stumbled into his apartment, weary and damp and sore and taken to his limit and thrown off the cliff. Collapsing onto the bed after too many long nights, he slept.
Unfortunately, he didn't sleep long. Within a few hours Shawn was up and throwing his life into boxes. Staying here was just intolerable. He could see her shirt across the gumball machine, papers to grade left on his desk, strands of her hair in the shower. There was enough from the past two days to haunt him; he didn't need his apartment to remind him what could have been.
You're Crashing, But You're No Wave – Fall Out Boy
"In the above and titled actions, we find the defendant, Kyle Leidermann, guilty."
Adam Hornstock knew the guilty verdict was coming (always guilty), but that never helped take the sting out of it. He packed up his things before the judge had even finished.
As soon as he walked into the office Jarecki cornered him with a file. "All yours," he smiled. As if it were an honor to receive a hopeless case nobody else wanted.
The Jackson Hale murder. Fantastic. The headache Hornstock had been fighting all day pounded as he left to go meet his next guilty defendant.
Haunted – Kelly Clarkson
Don't cry don't cry at least make it outside before you cry.
Scott was… Juliet couldn't believe it. She'd mused about what kept him from the train station – a wife, children, business, living overseas, but the idea that he… she blinked rapidly as she walked down the stairs toward the park.
Juliet walked and walked, her thoughts racing. How long ago was it? Was he sick? Was he alone? She hadn't waited for the details.
Stopping to watch some children play football she finally let her tears fall, haunted by what she didn't know because she wasn't there for him.
Home – Three Days Grace
Carlton dropped his tie on the couch and checked the clock. 1:43am. Dammit.
The remains of an evening alone were strewn throughout the house. A single wine glass glared at him, the remains of his dinner mocked him. Tori had expected him home for dinner; he'd worked on the Mendez case until the Chief forced him to take a few hours off to sleep. So much for the compromises the marriage counselor rambled on about.
Finally reaching his bedroom, Carlton froze. The empty bed caused the already-oppressive guilt to tighten sharply in his chest as the world spun around him.
Mickey – Toni Basil
"How mad are they?"
"Scale from one to ten? Mom's maybe an eight, Dad's easily an eleven."
"Great. I'm dead."
"You really hit the girl."
"Yeah."
"Over a bottle of nail polish."
"She stole it and then lied about it."
"So you knocked her out?"
"She was faking. I didn't hit her that hard."
"She had a concussion, Julie." Ewan glanced at his sister. "Next time, twist her thumb behind her back. Doesn't leave a mark, but hurts like a bitch."
Juliet blinked at her brother, a small smile tugging at her lips. At least Ewan was on her side.
What I've Done – Linkin Park
It wasn't easy carrying an extra large popcorn, a gigantic Mr. Pibb, a pack of Red Vines, and his Optimus Prime figurine, but Gus managed to make it to his seat.
Shawn snickered as Gus sat down, grabbing the Red Vines for himself. "You really brought O.P.?"
"Of course I brought him, Shawn. You bet me $50 I wouldn't. Pay up."
"Hm. Awkward."
"Why?"
"There you are!" Gus looked up at two gorgeous women coming toward them, and everything clicked. Shawn had set him up.
Quickly shoving Optimus under his seat, Gus fumed. Sometimes he really hated his best friend.
Lie – David Cook
Shawn stared blankly out across the water for what seemed like hours before he noticed someone was sitting next to him. How long Gus had actually been there he had no idea, but obviously Gus was waiting for Shawn to make the first move.
"You know, chasing serial killers doesn't impress the ladies as much as you'd think."
Gus understood; his anger flared. It wasn't fair to metaphorically kick a man while he was down. Abigail could have at least comforted Shawn, pretended everything was ok until tomorrow. His best friend deserved at least that much after saving her life.
Our Solemn Hour – Within Temptation
Desperate, terrified, Shawn did something he hadn't done in a long time.
He prayed. He closed his eyes as his father sped along empty city streets and prayed, begged to a God he hoped was listening with everything in his exhausted mind and heart. Panicked, frightened prayers that Abigail would be alive, that Lassiter and Gus would save Juliet, that this nightmare could be over.
Days later, after the sharp agony of the night faded to a dull ache, Shawn lit a candle and sat in a pew for hours; his thank you for two out of three prayers answered.