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the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!

( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

Take as long as you need; there's no time limits here!
And here's some helpful HTML to make it pretty!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj site="livejournal.com" user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

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All of my songs are melancholy. What is my life.

Garrus and Skyfire - Scars on Broadway, "Babylon"

When Hypatia finally tired of the organic creatures living aboard her station, events moved quickly. That was why Garrus was half-crouched behind a ruined bit of building, staring through the visor of his helmet at Skyfire. He couldn't remember how they'd gotten split up - the whole affair had become another blur of gunfire, shouts over the radio. A clusterfuck, to use a word Shepard was fond of. Not to mention he'd taken a round to the leg that was slowing him down.

Where was Shepard, anyway? Probably fine. She was always fine.

Garrus took a deep breath and peered out from behind his piece of cover, his HUD flashing little warnings and advice at him as he tried to recall the way to the shuttle bay. He glanced back at Sagan - the large man (well, robot in a man's body) was tending to Garrus leg as best he could. Garrus took a deep breath and then spoke.

"Alright, I want you to go on my count. I'll be right behind you."

Sagan glared at him - well, not quite a glare, really. More of a look of reproach. "With that leg? I doubt it. I'm not going to leave you-"

Garrus shrugged and cut the man off, "My call, Sagan. You go on my count."

Sagan pressed his lips together, looking very peeved off. Well, more than that, but Garrus wasn't thinking about that. "I'll see you on the other side - now stop arguing with me and get out of here. It'll take more than a few robots to get me, alright?"

Sagan stared a moment longer and then stood. Garrus glanced away and had prepared himself for settling in when he found himself being lugged to his feet - half-dragged, half-carried.

"What the Hell are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

Stubborn bastard.

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ABLOOABLOOOABLOOOABLOO NO DYING ON MY WATCH, GARRUS-CHAN