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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)!

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

- reference our previous meme if you're still confused

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Anon and Sam, 29

[recompiling]

((I might re-shuffle and see what it gives me for Anon and Gibson anyway, because that's how I roll.))

Everything to Lose – Dido

Anon had been alone for so long. Even after being rezzed in the first place he’d been basically alone. And he’d liked it that way. He was a self-sufficient Program by nature. It meant that he didn’t have to worry as much about everyone else. He’d trotted through crowds, heedless of them. Their interest and their praise and fear hadn’t meant anything to them because he hadn’t known them and didn’t want to know them. He’d lived as he pleased for five hundred cycles, picking his way through the ruins of Arjia and Bostrum at his leisure for places to stay for a rest cycle or two.

He had missed a few others, of course. Gibson, Radia, Flynn, Quorra. Tron. But it hadn’t really bothered him to be without them. They were fond friends and he’d enjoy being around them, but he didn’t require it. It was easier to be without them, anyway; he didn’t have to worry about what would happen to him, with them away from him.

Things changed on the station.

Anon was lost, and afraid, and suddenly keenly aware that he was alone in a hostile environment. But then there was the light at the end of the tunnel, the lone Energy Transfer Conduit tucked into a dark chasm in the Outlands. And his name was Sam.

And he was a User.

He’d automatically fallen into calling Sam by his second name until corrected, and hadn’t hesitated to inform him of the trouble that their current enemies could cause them… and entreat him for aid with the one thing that Anon could not do alone.

He quickly came to the conclusion that he couldn’t be self-sufficient here like he had been on the Grid. He needed information and help with functions he wasn’t designated to perform… and someone to help him get his Light Cycle in working order again.

And maybe he wanted someone to be pleased about the job he was doing. Not that he’d ever say it.