Here's the drill: I put my Pandora account on, and then write a drabble inspired by the song. When the song stops, there stops the drabble. The only editing I've done is fixing typos.
(Except for #5. I couldn't resist finishing it.)
1. Smoke and Fire, by Sabrina Carpenter. (3:44)
MacGyver stares at the building before him, the flames licking up the sides of the brick. He hears a voice calling (screaming) from the background.
It's Jack.
The blond hesitates a long moment, and then-
He runs into the building. All he can think of is that Nikki is in the middle of the old warehouse. The young agent fights his way through the flames, his shirt pulled over his mouth and nose in an attempt to protect his lungs. The heat presses around him, smothering him.
He sees her, bent over a computer. She's typing furiously. "Nikki," he screams. "We need to leave!"
The woman looks up at him. "I've almost got it!"
She waits another second, then grabs the drive from the computer. MacGyver grabs her hand, and they turn to rush out of the building.
2. Rat A Tat, by Fall Out Boy. (4:01)
A punch comes out of nowhere. Jack ducks it. He swings back, a flare of satisfaction goes through him as the hit connects. There's another man coming out of nowhere, Jack's becoming overwhelmed, there's no time to call for help with his radio-
Darkness surrounds him. He'd think that he's unconscious, if not for the fact that he knows he's moving.
Also, there's a blond head lying a few feet away, just out of his reach. The lump of clothes that are attached to the head begin to stir, and Jack watches in relief as his partner sits up, bound hands reaching awkwardly for his head. "Ouch," MacGyver says.
Jack smiles widely in relief. "I think that's one of your most blatant under reactions."
3. I Bet My Life, by Imagine Dragons. (3:12)
Jack sends a smile at the woman before him. She's frail and old, and sitting in her living room looking disapproving as ever. Jack clears his throat, elbowing the blond beside him. "Grandma," he says, "This is my friend, MacGyver."
Mac awkwardly extends a hand towards the elderly woman, clearly unsure of himself. Jack smiles mentally to himself. Put the kid in front of a bomb and he'd be fine, but social interaction with those he was unfamiliar with and he was stumped.
Jack's grandmother sniffed as she eyes Mac's hand. "MacGyver what?"
Jack looked, confused, at the woman. "Sorry?"
Mrs. Dalton sniffed again, the disdain evident in the sound. "Well, I don't' think-"
4. I Just Wanna Run, by The Downtown Fiction. (3:19)
His feet pound against the ground.
Thump.
He can hear footsteps behind him, urgent and demanding and-
Thump.
His heart beats wildly against his ribs. MacGyver pushes himself even harder, not giving into the screaming need for air that begins to claw at his lungs.
Thump.
A stitch begins to work its way into his side. He is breathing harshly now, and the footsteps behind him have not stopped.
Thump.
A shot hits the tree beside him. The blond moves wildly to the side, trying to vary his pattern of strides to throw his pursuer off. Suddenly-
Impact. There's a sudden pain in his chest, and MacGyver stops- but only because he trips. The young man tumbles forward onto the-
5. Monster, by Skillet. (2:57)
High speed chases, shootouts, hacking through firewalls, everything. Are these the things that define her? Are they all she is?
Somehow, she thinks not. She was meant for greater things. For a higher purpose, as cliche as that sounds.
So. When they approach her, offering what seems like a reasonable- noble, even- purpose, she says yes. She's even getting paid for it, which is a bonus.
She keeps it a secret for as long as possible. They've come up with the perfect exit plan, they'll pretend to shoot her.
But then, MacGyver's shot too. And for him, it's real.
She stares at her hands, willing the blood that stains them to disappear. For once, she doesn't feel called to a higher purpose, or noble.
She feels like a monster.
I wanted to write, but nothing sounded good. So, this. *runs away*
