A Good Start
damn you Carl! that challenge site you suggested is causing the plot bunnies I already have to breed! For those of you not on the S_M_T_S list, Carl pointed out this site
http://www.dymphna.net/challenge/challenge.html
which spews out a character, an emotion and an object - the challenge being you have to write a fic about it. Here's the first! Really short and pointless (and totally unbetad since I only got the challenge about an hour ago!
Title: Good Start
Author: Xander Magnet
Rating: PG
Challenge: Lindsey - joyous - stereo
Timing: I dunno, I guess around season two at some point?
A/N: The song is called "Spirit
Boy" bit of a postmodern twist in my choice of song, but hey it's a damn
good song!!
6.44 am. Lindsey watched as the alarm clock ticked over the final minute and the radio switched on. With a self-satisfied smirk he reached across to switch it off. Keeping the momentum going, he swung his legs out of bed and stood. Slowly stretching out every muscle, he reflected on the unusually positive attitude he had today.
He was so used to waking up feeling guilty, dirty, so this was new. Ah well, it’d vanish soon enough when he got to work. He moved towards the bathroom and behind him the alarm clicked on again. Damn! He must have hit snooze instead of the off button.
He thought about turning back and switching it off but decided against it. It had been a long time since he’d had a chance to listen to any music. Shrugging, he turned the shower on and, leaving the water to heat up, wandered through to the kitchen and switched on the coffee maker.
The faint tinny sounds coming from the radio alarm were barely audible out here. He thought he recognised whatever song was playing, but if he was honest with himself it could have been any of a dozen songs.
Looking round the stylish and yet sparsely furnished apartment, he spotted three remote controls sitting atop the drinks bar at the other end of the room. They’d been there since he’d moved in since he’d never used any of them. Something in him rebelled against the idea of making his mark on this place. He felt as though if he were to treat this as his home, then that would be tantamount to accepting the rest of the Wolfram and Hart package of which this place was a very attractive part.
Still, he was in a good mood right now and he wanted to make that last as long as possible. He felt like singing. Ignoring the clouds of steam issuing from the forgotten shower, he pushed open the closet door and began looking through the still unpacked boxes stored in there.
He’d always been a bit meticulous about his belongings and it didn’t take him long to find the CD he was looking for. Back in the living room, he grabbed the stereo remote and after a second familiarising himself with it, he hit the eject button. Opening the slightly dusty jewel case, he carefully lifted the gleaming disk and placed it gently, almost reverentially, into the machine.
Hitting play, he skipped though to track eight and grinned as the low, dirty guitar chords filled the apartment. Letting himself get lost in the music he moved slowly around the apartment. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this happy, this joyous. Instinctively knowing when the vocal was coming, he opened his mouth and sang along.
There's a little girl down south
And her daddy’s got a ranch ‘bout as big as my town
One day I swear I’m gonna go down there and get her out…
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