Characters: (in order of appearance or mention) Rudy Charles, Jeff Jarrett, Steve Corino Allison Danger, Steve Austin, Brian Pillman, Scott (Raven) Levy, Jeff Hardy, Matt Hardy, Kid Kash, Dawn Marie, Jerry Lynn, Beulah, Tommy Dreamer, Lita, Owen Hart.
Content: m/m, insanity, angst, anger, fluff, smexy circumstances.
Notes: Pretty much the only thing that connects them is there are lyrics either in dialogue or in the story itself (especially in the POV ones). In the end, some of these suck, and some of them don't.
Song Tracks:
1) Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? - Rockapella
2) 45 - Shinedown
3) Love Is Blindness - (U2) cover by Sixpence None the Richer
4) Lovesong - (The Cure) cover by Jack Off Jill
5) Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World
6) Ordinary People - John Legend
7) See You Next Summer - Phantom Planet
8) Memories Of Us - Keith Urban
9) Dear Diary - Pink
10) Wonderwall - Oasis
1) Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? - Rockapella
Rudy Charles sits at, well, really on top of the desk, his eyes twinkling as he stares at the lit up globe in front of his eyes.
With a childish grin, he starts to count, "Well, he sneaks around the globe from the Carolinas, both South and North, to steal their Seoul in South Korea. Did anyone Arkansas him in Nashville? Tell me, where in the world have you gone? Chicago, New Jersey, Milan, to Ohio," His childish grin turns sly and the lights reflect off his glasses so Jeff Jarrett can't read his eyes. "And Evansville, Indiana."
Sometimes Jeff doesn't need to see his lovers eyes to know what's going on in his head. Like now, as he puts the globe down and spreads his legs wider on the desk waiting for Jeff's fingers to snake up his boxers.
"Where in the world am I? With you, the only place I'd wanna be." He whispers softly, his blue eyes twinkling when his hands do make their way into Rudy's boxers. Causing the younger man's head to hit the back of the wall and his body to slide down the desk, even closer to where Jeff is sitting in front of him.
2) 45 - Shinedown
All he wanted was a normal life. 2.3 kids, though he's heard that the national level raised that to 2.4 kids or something, a white picket fence, a nice house in the suburbs, working 9-5 and come home to some dry pot roast and have coffee, a pipe, and Peter Jennings for desert.
But, he's not like that. He hates coffee (being in Japan for so long makes him long for some nice hot tea), he doesn't smoke (anymore), and he likes Dan Rather better then his Canadian counterpart (surprisingly enough when one factors in the fact he should love Canadians more).
Sure, he's got the 1.0 kid, but he only sees him half the time anyway so it's like having half of a kid. He gets to tour the world, but really, all he wants is a nice place to call home. Maybe not in the suburbs, or out in the sticks like his folks, and definitely, not in the unsafe apartment in the ghetto like he's living in now.
He just wishes sometimes life was like how it was when it was just him and his sister. She used to play Barbies quietly in his room while he lifted weights or did his homework at his desk.
No one understands like she does. And now, he doesn't even have her.
3) Love Is Blindness - (U2) cover by Sixpence None the Richer
Steve Austin rips his blue eyes away. He's been doing that a lot lately, looking away, trying to pretend he doesn't see what he knows is finally happening.
Brian's descent into madness.
Scotty said it would happen and to be on guard when it started, but Steve tended to believe everything that came out of Scotty's mouth with a grain of salt.
Because, there's no way that Brian could be that ... that ... crazy for real, right? Right?
"Right." Steve whispers softly, his fingers running across his gold necklace as if praying on the rosary. He shakes his head and turns in time to see Brian's curly head run by, stark naked and in war paint, running straight into the impending thunderstorm.
4) Lovesong - (The Cure) cover by Jack Off Jill ["You Make Me Feel Like I'm Clean Again."]
"So, explain this to me again?"
Jeff Hardy doesn't even look up from where he's attempting to find the right color paint for his aluminum creature. "He's not that bad of a guy."
"Uh huh," Matt says tapping the azure paint with his foot. "And why should I trust him?"
"Because," Jeff says popping open the paint can. "I can tell. It's in his eyes. And ya gotta open up to someone. You're not telling me everything."
Matt shrugs, but Jeff doesn't look up. "Yeah, so? I'm supposed to believe that I should trust him because of his eyes!? Come on Jeff!"
Jeff looks up, "His eyes ... are the eyes of someone broken. It's like looking into your eyes, but his are blue. And he's got the same marks on his arms too."
Matt's face sours, "I don't --"
Jeff rolls his eyes and jabs his brother with the still dry paint brush.
"You don't, but you will. Trust me." He says, rolling up his shirts sleeves to dip his hand into the paint, throwing it on the creature. He stops for a second and looks at his own hand and with a finger, crafts a maze of blue paint and old, deep scratches. "Trust me - I know."
5) Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World
Little bit of sweetness, a little bit of sour.
Sometimes you wonder if you're a woman or Chinese take-out.
You know you're a woman, because all you seem to do is play games with the men (really, who are you kidding? Boys, not men) in your life. No one knows who you are. Or what you are.
You are no one's girl. But, is anyone listening when you scream this at the top of your lungs in the middle of the hotel at 3 in the morning?
When words lose their meaning, what is there that's left to say?
Bullshit phrases like: "I love you," "I need you," "it's yours" ? To quote Christian, that's not how you roll.
You're free now. Yes, you're keeping it, are you listening? If you are, can you hear that noise? The nonstop ticking of the clock. No? You can't?
Good. It's because you're too busy juggling life to be concerned with anything else.
You made it past 20 without a problem, and that's when most of your schoolmates were lost in the dizzying din.
You're still spinning free, but, with that sweetness inside of you now.
6) Ordinary People - John Legend
Kid Kash sighs deeply, he had pissed off his lover. Again.
It's a common occurrence in their relationship, however, this time, whatever he said musta really hurt Jerry because he wasn't coming out of the bedroom. No matter how much Kash bangs on the door.
"I'm in love with you, this ain't no honeymoon. We're past that infatuation phase and into the thick, stormy heart of love. I don't know what I said, but I'm sorry. Jerry, open up." Kash says, his voice louder than usual so he can be heard over the door.
The only answer he gets is Jerry turning on one of his metal cds on full blast.
"Come on, Jerr! This isn't fair! It's my room too!" Kash whines, his head resting on the door.
He hears Jerry walking over and the door opens, and he ends up at Jerry's feet. And as he looks up, all he sees is a pile of clothes. "Now it's not." And Jerry kicks him in the face to push him out of the door frame so he can close the door again.
7) See You Next Summer - Phantom Planet
"I'll see you next summer. That's what I said. And I lied. And then I cried."
The man known as Raven was scaring Beulah. She didn't know what he was on (or if he was even on a drug at the moment) she just knew that he was making very little if any sense, laying on his bed talking about how they met.
"Because I know you tried to call me, and I never listened. We were only preteens. And I was caught up in what society had told me was beautiful."
Beulah sighs. She knows what that remark will lead too. He'll just go on and on about how ugly and fat she was as a kid. As if she doesn't remember that already? She lived it, damnit.
"I'll be back, Scotty, okay?"
He didn't even look up, just continued his ramble.
"What do you two like to talk about that we never talk about?"
She sighs and closes the door behind her, running in her high heels to knock on the door of the one who had caused all her that pain and anguish as a kid. How she had strived during that next school year to run on track to get her healthy and skinny, ... how she had tried makeup and push up bras for the first time.
She knocks on the door and falls straight into his arms, tears prickling in her hazel eyes.
8) Memories Of Us - Keith Urban
"Ya know what I like most about you, Jerry?" Kash asks in the afterglow of them reacquainting themselves with each others bodies.
"Besides the fact that I'm the only one who can cause you to get on your knees faster than a Natural."
Kash smiles and Jerry has to smile back just because of how peaceful that look on his lovers face makes him. It's usually Kash's smirk that causes Jerry to be on edge, because he never knows what's going through the younger man's head when he gets like that. But, this is a safe kind of grin not just because he knows Kash is tired out, but because it's the grin that only Jerry gets to see.
"That's besides the point. The fact that I feel so comfortable with you, if I wanted too, I could pick my nose and scratch my ass while you're in the room."
Jerry's eyebrows quirk up as he lays his dirty glasses that will need a cleaning tomorrow morning on the table next to the bed. "And I'd say that you are one sick bastard and say you can't touch me until you wash your hands."
Kash grins and curls up on top of Jerry's chest, "And I'd touch you anyway."
"You always have such weird after-sex things to discuss, David. I think you need to see a shrink. ... And don't make the joke."
Kash chuckles softly, and kisses Jerry's chest. "Well, it'll get weirder in a second. I've been thinkin' and I figure that if there's life after this, I'm gonna be there to meet you with a warm, wet kiss ... or an ass sticking high up in the air. Haven't worked out all them details yet."
Jerry stretches up and shuts off the light, "Only you can be completely serious and caring while being a slut in the same sentence."
"Uh huh, whatever, I wanna sleep with you forever too. So, shut up cuz every time you talk, your chest goes up and down and it wakes me up."
A pillow hits the back of Kash's head and Jerry laughs at the whines coming from underneath the covers.
9) Dear Diary - Pink
People say that my tattoo that I got for no reason ... could actually be a guardian angel.
I mean, someone who has gotten as fucked up as me in the ring ... should, frankly, be dead.
I was the first woman to return from a broken neck. Maybe not returned as good as I used to be, and maybe not to the same company I was when I left, but that's still a fucking big accomplishment and no one can take that away from me.
No matter how much the looks and whispers are bothering me, I just gotta remember that.
I learned my lessons, I'm trying to turn myself around ... but it's hard when my dirty laundry is on the TV screen in not very good coded form.
But, maybe that's part of me having to learn my lesson.
10) Wonderwall - Oasis
"Everyone's sayin' that you've lost that spark in you, kid at the last TNA PPV."
Jeff Jarrett looks up from where he's leaning on his hand at the bar table. "Kid? I'm older than you."
Kid Kash shrugs, "Barely." He sits down at the stool next to the blonde and takes his drink out of his other hand. "What the hell is this?" He sniffs the shot glass. "It don't smell like your usual fruity 'nd gay concoctions."
Jeff smiles though there is no warmth in the look. "It's called a Cherry Nyquil. Jagermeister and some other crap is it. It's not that good, but it gets it's job done."
Kash chews softly on his gum and stares intently at Jeff. The blonde ignores it though and goes back to silently tracing the top of the glass with his pointer finger. "It's May already, huh?"
Jeff sighs deeply but doesn't answer.
"Ya know, there are many things I would like to say to you, but I don't know how." Kash says as his hand rests on Jeff's thigh, squeezing softly.