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It had to happen sooner or later, right?

I would have done this sooner, but every time I tried, the inspiration would fall flat. I think it had something to do with the fact that I was trying to use the general fandom, when my mind was stuck on Paul/Tara. So, I'd try to churn something out for one of the other characters or potential pairings, and nothing would happen, 'cause I was forcing something I didn't want to do. ^^;


1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Put iTunes or equivalent media player on random.
3. For each song that plays, write something related to the theme you picked inspired by the song. You have only the time frame of the song: no planning beforehand: you start when it starts, and no lingering afterward; once the song is over, you stop writing.
4. Do five of these, then post.

Paul x Tara

Warning: spoilers (for both movie and script versions), interspecies relationship/xenophilia.

1000 Words – Sweetbox (6:00)

She doesn't understand it, not at first, the way her heart throbs within her chest whenever she thinks back to the little gray man she pulled from that horrid crash. Originally, she thought it to be fear, but that didn't feel quite right.

It was only after the fact – after the ridicule and the tests and the lectures – that she came to understand why her heart pounded so. After spending those few hours with him, keeping him warm and comfortable and trying her best to keep him calm, she realized she had rather come to like him. So what, if they didn't speak the same language, and he wasn't human? He hadn't hurt her, hadn't really frightened her, and in the end, he had needed her.

He would have died without her that night, she's sure of it.

It's childish, perhaps, but she often wishes to meet him again. She doesn't know where he went after the men came to take him away, but her solace only comes when she looks to the stars. She hopes and prays with all of her might that he'll come back to her some day, because he is all that matters now.


I Wonder – Diffuser (3:25)

Zoil slides a cup of coffee across the table, and he catches it with ease, curling his long fingers around the hot paper cup. He pulls it closer, stares into the dark liquid, and barely hears the human asking,

“Rough night, Short Round?”

And maybe it has something to do with the way way he slept, or maybe it's because it's one of those goddamn early days and he really, really isn't a morning person. Maybe it's a combination of both, and he just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, as the humans like to say.

Or maybe it has something to do with the way his mind's wandered from him again. Away from this base and away from whatever job they put him up to now, and back to bad weather and malfunctioning anti-gravity generators and a little girl and her crushed dog.

He wonders how she's doing, if she remembers him, if she thinks of him the way he thinks of her from time to time.

Zoil clears his throat. Paul looks up, bringing the cup slowly toward his lips.

“SSDD, man. SSDD.”


All My Life – Jim Witter (3:45)

She wants to hate him. Wants to loathe and despise and curse him. Because of him, her life has been lonely and hellish. Because of him, she wasted the past six decades, hoping for nothing more than a meager glimpse of him, a sign he had been real. And now he's here, in front of her, and he doesn't look a second older.

But she does. She's far, far older than the eight year old girl that dragged him from the wreckage that fateful night. She's grayed and withered and not at all how she wanted to be when – not if – he came back. She had always hoped he would come back during her prime, find her beautiful and ripe and perfect – but, like her child self, that part of her has long gone, too.

She thinks of a movie she saw once, when she'd been younger, and another's words are racing through her mind as she stares down at him.

How dare you come to me now? When I am this?


Rocketeer – Far East Movement (3:31)

She watches in silence as finishes speaking to Ruth, then starts toward her. Her heart is in her throat, because she isn't quite sure she's ready to let him go again. After all, she just got him back, and she's waited her whole life to see him again.

He walks right passed her, and she's taken aback by this. She had thought, perhaps, she had meant something special to him. After all, he hadn't had to come back to see her, didn't have to keep her teddy bear and bring it back –

“Oh, you're coming with me,” he says, snapping her out of her near-panicked, train-wreck thought process.

She's shocked, can't find her voice, and he continues with, “I ruined your life, Tara. It's only right I give you a new one.”

In her stunned state, she mumbles something about not having a tooth brush on hand.

“Baby,” he grins at her, voice soft and tone playful as he starts to motion her toward the ship, “where we're going, you don't need teeth.”


Where No One Knows Me – Jann Arden (4:02)

It's a little frightening, she has to admit, taking off with him and leaving her old life – Earth – behind. She had dreamed up a lot of things in her youth, but this had never been one of those things. She would have never guessed in a million years she would be taking a one way trip to the Andromeda galaxy, and with him by her side – holding her hand – no less.

As nerve-wracking as it is, though, it feels almost right. She had spent all of her life collecting alien and UFO memorabilia, figuring it would be as close as she would ever get to him again. So, even if the ship is nothing like she could have ever imagined, and his people are far, far different from what they were supposed to be like in movies and books, she has a small sense of what's going on and what to expect.

When he squeezes her hand and asks – again – if she's ready for this, all she can do is smile and nod and choke back another swell of grateful tears. Because for once in her life, like she could belong somewhere.

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