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So about an hour ago I was talking to [livejournal.com profile] adinarj on googlechat, and I told her I was going to bed.

And then I didn't. (What a surprise.) But I kinda think she might be okay with how I spent my time. :)

I did this meme instead. I took it from [livejournal.com profile] barkinmad.

1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.


I did Literati - Rory/Jess. This is a rare opportunity people! I never write fanfic - only original work. In fact, this is the first FF I have ever written. I have no idea what prompted me to do it (probably just sheer boredom), but there you go. So click through if you've ever wondered what my writing is like! (Oh, and un-betaed, un-edited, obviously.) The artist and song title inspiring each is after the drabble.


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“What is that?” Rory asked, reaching for the radio knob and turning the music up,

“Why? Do you like it?” Jess smirked at her.

“Yes, actually.” Rory replied, sticking her tongue out at him. “And it sounds familiar. But not really like you.”

“So I can’t have interesting music taste?” he asked, sounding almost hurt. “I’m only allowed to like punk?”

“No,” she protested. “It just caught me by surprise. Gosh, touchy much?”

“Well golly gee,” he mocked her, “I guess I am just a little bit insulted.”

She smacked him lightly in the chest and he swerved the car threateningly, laughing when she gasped at the movements.

“Don’t DO that!” she said in annoyance. “You know I hate it.”

“Worried we’ll get in another accident?” he asked, smiling at her with affection. “Don’t worry, I would make sure it was my arm that got hurt this time.”


(Grandaddy “Jed the Humanoid”)

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“You ready to go?” Rory asked, peering into the bedroom where Jess was standing.

“Almost,” he said in return. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, and he seemed to be staring at the edge of the bookshelf.

“What are you looking at?” Rory asked, venturing further into the room.

“You ever noticed this?” Jess asked, gesturing towards the side of the shelf. “There’s some sort of carving.”

Rory crossed the room to his side, looking where his finger was pointing. “It looks like a design of some sort. Do you think it’s an artist’s signature?”

“Well considering we bought it at Ikea, I sincerely doubt it,” he said wryly in return.

“You mean you bought it at Ikea,” Rory gently reminded him. “I didn’t know where you got it – you already had this when I moved in.”

“Sure, sure,” he said absently. He ran his finger gently along the carved design, and Rory watched, mesmerized.


(The Smiths “Well I Wonder”)

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“Jess. Let’s go,” Rory said impatiently, looking at her very drunk boyfriend and tugging on his arm.

He looked up at her from his position on the bar stool and giggled – actually giggled – as he pulled his arm from her grasp. “Rory! No fun Rory! Let’s dance instead.”

“Dance?” she echoed in amazement. He must truly be drunk if he was even suggesting such a thing. She was even more shocked when he swung himself up to a standing position and grabbed her hand, pulling her in the direction of the clear space that was serving as a makeshift dance floor.

“Yeah,” he said, looking at her with wide eyes, “They’re playing the Smiths – if that isn’t danceable music then I don’t know what is!’

She shook her head, but had no choice but to follow.


(Barenaked Ladies “Alcohol”)

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“So where do you want to go?” Jess asked, unfolding the map and spreading it across the table. It was large and unwieldy, and it almost didn’t fit, but he moved the coffee cups to the very edge in order to force it.

It was windy, and so Rory started to weigh down the corners of it with the other guide books they had stacked on the extra chair. “Anywhere at all?” she asked. “You don’t even have a suggestion?”

“I said this was your day, didn’t I? You keep letting me pick, and so this day was yours. Where do you want to go?”

Rory looked at the city map and the guidebooks, feeling wide with possibilities.


(The Kinks “A Well Respected Man”)

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“Jess! Jess!” Rory came screeching into the apartment, barely stopping to fling her books and keys on the small table in the hall. “You are NOT GOING TO BELIEVE…” She came to a quick halt when she reached the small bedroom, seeing her boyfriend passed out on the bed, obviously exhausted.

“What?” he asked, looking up at her blearily. She knew he had been working for three days straight and barely sleeping, and suddenly it seemed like her news could wait.

“Oh nothing,” she said quickly. “Just…a little excitement over Kirk’s latest adventure. I just talked to mom, that’s all.”

“Oh, sounds great,” he said vaguely. “You want to tell me about it? I mean, you know I love a good Kirk story.”

Rory laughed and sat down next to his prone body, smoothing his hair, “I guess I can spare you this time. Why don’t you go back to sleep?”

“Why don’t you come back to sleep with me,” he said, managing to leer teasingly at her even in his sleepy state.

“I think that could be arranged.”


(Ephemera “Dead against the plan”)

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“So, you feel like it was a good idea?” Rory asked, trying to sound uninterested.

“Yes, it meant a lot at the time,” Jess replied, stirring his coffee and not meeting her eyes. They had been exchanging distant chit chat for an hour, and it was starting to grate. They didn’t seem able to get to any important topics, and he had to leave in twenty minutes.

“Well…that’s good,” Rory said haltingly. “I mean if your editor agreed, and it turned out well.”

“Oh it did.” He said quickly in return. “It comes out next week so I can send you a copy.”

“That would be great,” Her tone was quiet and resigned. ‘I’ll be back in London by then, so I guess you should just send it there.”

“Yes, right, London. With Logan. Of course.” He didn’t meet her eyes.


(The Smiths “I want the one I can’t have”)

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“Are we almost there?” Rory asked, lifting her head from Jess’s shoulder.

He looked quickly outside at the passing scenery. “About two stops,” he said, pulling her back down to rest again. ‘I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks,” she yawned. “Man, that was fun, but what a long night.”

“Well, trust Doyle and Paris to have a crazy extravagant wedding that last until all hours. Actually, I’m surprised it happened at all.”

“What?” Rory sat up in indignation. “They’re perfect for each other. Of course it was going to happen.”

“No, I just meant,” he smiled at her indulgently, “with all the planning and such that went on in the past year, it seemed like it was never going to come.”

“Yeah that’s true,” she said, mollified. “Paris has been driving me crazy. I swear when I plan my own wedding…” She trailed off in horror as he seemed to snap to attention. “Which will obviously be VERY FAR IN THE FUTURE,” she quickly added.

“I don’t know, might come sooner than you think” he said enigmatically, chuckling softly as she stared at him in amazement. “Come on, put your head back down. I’ll tell you when it’s our stop.”

“Oh yeah, like I could nap after a remark like that!”


(Kings of Convenience “Singing Softly to me”)

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“You’re sure you have everything you need?”

“Rory, it’s four days! Not everyone needs a small country’s worth of suitcases every time they go away. You do remember that when I first moved to Stars Hollow I just had my army duffle bag, right?”

‘Yes,” she replied sweetly, “but look how you dressed at the time.”

“Nice,” he said, kissing her softly. “Nothing like an affectionate and loving girlfriend to see me off.”

“What! I’m loving! It’s just that I’m also truthful.”

“Well I happened to be very fond of my old look. Much better than this crap.” He tugged at the tie he had on, pulling it so it only hung loosely around his neck.

“Leave it alone,” Rory said, trying to fix it. “you know it’s just for the meeting. Then you can lounge around in torn jeans and old t-shirts to your heart’s content. You can even invest in some flannel if that’s your thing.”

“Alright now, I may be a slob, but I’m not Luke.”

Rory grinned and kissed him again.


(Jack Penate “Torn on the Platform”)

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“Well?” Jess said, staring at her with intense eyes.

“Let me finish.” She flipped a page and continued reading.

Jess stared at his feet, rubbing the scuffed toe of one shoe with the other, then swinging it up to meet his hand. He started alternating legs, trying to swing them hard enough to push his hand up with force. He discovered that if he swung hard enough, they made a small popping sound as they hit his cupped hands.

He was interrupted by a cough and snapped to attention. “You done?” he asked hopefully.

“No.” Rory glared at him. “Perhaps you could go into the other room? It’s very difficult to read when you are acting like a four year old.”

Jess grunted with annoyance, then got up. “I’ll go get something to eat,” he said, then added helpfully, “You want anything?”

“No, I’m good,” Rory bit out. “I’m trying,” she waved his manuscript, “to read.”


(Travis “Mid-Life Krysis”)

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“I think it’s going to rain,” Rory said, staring up at the sky.

“You worried about that?” Jess asked, tugging her sideways so she was leaning against his body.

“Well,” she glanced up at him, “we would get wet.”

“Yes,” he said, staring back at her blankly. “So are you worried about that?”

“We would get wet.” She said again. “Wet.”

“You repeating the word wet doesn’t really help me out,” he replied, tugging at her braid.

“Are you trying to be obtuse?” she asked, slightly annoyed.

Jess stared at her, seeming to consider her question. “Yes, usually I am,” he replied seriously.

She looked at him in disbelief, then saw the small quirk at the side of his mouth.

They were still laughing hard when the first rain drops fell on them.


(Blur “The Universal”)

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And now I'm going to sleep for about three and a half hours before I have to get up for work!
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