I took the idea from teh-Sara. This seems like a lovely little challenge and something I could write fairly fast.

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 definitely didn't follow the rules; it took me over twenty minutes to write this. It has to be perfect, usage and all, for me to actually post it. I'm very picky!

I haven't written fan fiction in over three years, so bear with me here. Hopefully you all like this. I know that this is a series of short drabbles, but I feel like putting them in chapter format since I'm busy with school and all. If you all like it and want me to continue I will, just say the words. :)

OH. PS. I'm really lazy when I review other people's stories so I generally go under the name Jennay instead of signing in.

Enjoy! :)

I could fall in love with you
But it's not my fault
'Cause you are the prettiest thing I've seen
When you're fallen asleep in my arms

Stay Awake/Josh Kelley

He could get used to this—the feeling of her in his arms, in his heart.

He can feel her breath beginning to even out; she's teetering at the edge of slumber. He glances down at her sleeping form, still astonished by her beauty; it never ceases to amaze him. Those blue eyes, no longer cold, no longer shielded—he tore those walls down what feels like ages ago—have a beauty that is all their own. He aches for them to open, to bare the love that is only reserved for him. Those lips, which now form a soft line across her slackened features, have learned—through him—the true meaning of joy, of contentment. He yearns for the corners to turn upright, to reveal the smile that was once such a rarity.

This, being stuck in the Seventies of all decades, has been a blessing in disguise. He has had time, time to unlock all—or at least most—that is Juliet and he's loved every damn bit of it. He loves every damn bit of her; he needs her to know it, he needs her to hear it. He needs her to stay awake, just for a while, just long enough for him to utter those three little words.

He lets his calloused fingertips gently brush her silken cheek and whispers, "Juliet."

A content sigh escapes her lips as she buries her face in his chest.

"I love you." The words falls from his lips like a ballad, an ode to love.

She opens her eyes, still heavily lidded from the brief beginnings of sleep, and gazes up at his soft, loving eyes. She can't help the smile that forms on her face as she returns the words, "I love you too, James."

The gods must have been looking down upon them, for at this very moment, he had everything he needed. Those eyes. That smile. Her love.

He could get used to this—the feeling of her in his arms, in his heart.

Let me know what you think! I can't believe I decided to write this at 5AM. I have a Chemistry exam tomorrow and I got tired of studying. Sawyer/Juliet is MUCH more interesting than the molecular shape of Ammonium.