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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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JIJI AND ROOKIE

number one, like a boss

Rookie/Jiji, 1

[recompiling]

End of the Line - DevilDriver ((I'll admit that due to a hideous headache, I wasn't able to listen to it while writing, so it's DevilDriver under the influence of Bryan Adams.))

Rookie ran himself harder around Sacrosanct than he really needed to. Maybe it was just old Helljumper tradition getting the better of him – prove that he can stand on equal footing with the Spartans as one of the baddest asses to have picked up a gun and grenade in service of humanity. Or maybe he just cared too damn much about the people here that he’d made friends with or at least become acquainted with. Regardless, each time he ran himself into the ground, he slept like a log during the night.

It was better than the alternative, if nothing else. Because that meant actually remembering the dreams.

Usually it was just replays of battles, either from way back before he entered the ODST program or the desolation and grunge of night-darkened New Mombasa. Listening to the drizzle pattering on the streets under the concussive thudding noises of plasma weapons and the staccato bursts of his SMG. He knew it all well, but sometimes they were nasty enough to jolt him awake. J.D. would just have to take some time to remind himself where he was, and then he’d be back to sleep, albeit only fitfully. And to think that people questioned why he was always trying to sneak naps where he could, even for just a couple minutes at a time.

Some nights they were much, much worse. Something chasing him – he never knew what it was, but he knew that it scared him and he had no weapons and had to get away from it. So he ran hard, down a hall full of doors. Funny, how he’d always thought those scenes in movies were completely ridiculous but he ended dreaming about them. The doors always slammed shut just before he passed them, and he was getting to the end of the hall and he couldn’t wake up.

He careened straight into the end of the hall, slamming his fist against the last door, the thing breathing down his neck and must get OUT-

Rookie started awake with a yelp, seeing a pair of bright eyes in the dark. Brain automatically said ‘Jackal’ and he was grabbing for the knife under his pillow when he heard a familiar voice.

“You make really weird faces in your sleep.”

His fingers relaxed around the hilt of the knife and he sagged back onto the bed. “Startled me, Jiji,” he warned tiredly.

The cat jumped up onto the bed, and he could feel him padding up along his leg to sit on his chest. Those eyes were closer now, accompanied by a tilted head.

“Why’d you yell like that, anyway?”

“Bad dream. Don’t worry about it.” He doesn’t think he has to tell Jiji not to, but he does anyway. Jiji seemed to shrug, then padded a circle on his chest and curled up to go to sleep. He allowed it.

… Maybe having someone here would help.