Yes, yes, yes... I've decided to dabble (Drabble hihi) in this fandom too. You know why? Cause these two dont get enough loving and I really like this pairing. Also I'm stuck in bed sick and these all-in-one tablets have been messing with my brain.

I recycled this:

Rules:
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.

Anyhow. I really enjoyed this. The last one was a bit scary to write and I tried so hard not to cheat, except for spelling mistakes. XD

1. Slide – GooGooDolls

He could not help but watch them. It was irritating and every time Arthur called him for a job offer, he told himself it was the last time he would work with them.

He just could not understand why she was so drawn to the Point Man. Alright, so maybe he did, but it did not stop him from getting this knot in his stomach when he saw her smile at the younger man and he resented to admit that he wanted her to look at him like that.

Once he had gotten really drunk during a celebration of a job well done and he had leant close to her, ignoring the fact that she must smell the alcohol in his breath and asked her to run away with him.

She has just laughed at him.

2. Winds of Change – The Scorpions

She was not sure how it had happened. He had always been more the bigger brother. She had never thought he would think of her this way. Sure, she had felt differently, but surely he only saw her as a little girl. He had been too good at playing that part.

Yet holing out in the little basement in Kairo, waiting out the revolution that was taking place, had slowly made her realise otherwise. It was Arthur that was his brother and that was why he had never shown his interest. Now they were alone and she was terrified.

Wordlessly he had moved to embrace her and so they sat in a corner, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, flinching with each new explosion from upstairs. Would the house collapse on top of them?

The Forger did not seem worried about anything up there, focusing on her instead. He was holding her to him, rubbing circles on her back to try and soothe her, as little as it helped. Eventually he nuzzled her neck intimately and for a second she stiffened, but then she hugged herself closer.

This was how Arthur found them when he came back for them.

3. Bossy - Kelis

Arthur could not handle her snarkiness. He would just stand there and stare at her for a moment when she critized anything about his work or asked more questions than he thought appropriate. She probably only noticed because their relationship was the same.

He did not like change. She liked to change things and to play around with new discoveries.

It was what ended them.

It was what sent her off on a rampage only to end up standing in front of Eames' hotel room, soaked to the bone and eyes red. He looked at her for just a second too long, then ushered her in and made to reach for his phone to call Arthur when she stopped him.

„Is it really bad that I'm different?"

He put the phone down and smiled at her, the first genuine smile she had seen from him.

„No, darling. It's ok. In fact, I liked you better when you were bossing Cobb around than when you tune it down like you do now."

It made her smile too.

4. Chinese Democracy – Guns'n'Roses

„Sometimes I don't understand how you do it." She said one day when he turned up out of nowhere by her doorstep with a bullet-wound on his shoulder.

„What?" He simply asked and winced when she prodded the injury.

She made him sit on her sofa and told him to take his shirt off as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It caught Eames off-guard having taken her for something a lot more innocent.

She came back to find he had done what she asked, but it was not the half-naked man that made her stop. He was wearing old dog-tags around his neck. She stared.

"You never told me you used to be military." She said when she caught herself again.

He looked down and sighed. "Not something I like to remember. All bastards if you ask me."

She never mentioned it again, nor did she remark on the way he wrinkled his nose when he saw footage on Iraq and Afghanistan on TV.

5. Frozen - Madonna

They had had a fight. A big one too.

She was sitting on the sofa and stared at her tv that was not even turned on. He had stormed out, telling her to calm the fuck down until he got back.

What had bothered her the most had been the blank face he had kept through the whole thing. She had left Arthur because he had been like that, had been fooled by the actor in Eames that he would somehow be warmer and more accessible. Now she knew better.

He was just as cold. He simply covered it up with all the dry humour and easy banter. She had accused him of exactly that, that he did not give a shit about her, did he.

She did not know what to do, had just sat in her apartment for hours, wondering if he really would come back. Maybe he just took the next flight out of the country. It would not surprise her.

There was a knock on the door then.

She got up despite herself, hoping that perhaps she had not driven him away because really it did not matter what he felt because she could feel enough for both of them.

When the door opened to reveal his eyes gleaming with apology, she could do nothing but let him back in.

6. More than That – Backstreet Boys

He had gone to the other room to take the phone call that he had anticipated for hours now. He had taken her phone from her because of that reason.

Ariadne was asleep in his hotel bed, her eyes swollen from tears. He could punch the guy in the face.

"Arthur." He greeted once he put the phone to his ear.

"No, you can't speak to her." He replied to the question. It was the typical monotone and it riled him up more.

"Do you have any idea what you have done to her? What happened to not getting involved with your co-workers?" He barked into the device unaware that she had woken and snuck out of bed to listen in.

"I don't care! She deserves better and you know it." There was a pause, she strained to hear his sigh. "Well, maybe. I could not hurt her worse than you, could I?"

Her eyes widened.

7. Sound of Silence – Simon and Garfunkel.

Eames had long since decided that he was long past feeling alone. Yet here he was, leaning against a street-corner near her apartment, one arm wrapped around his side, pressing down on the slowly spreading stain of red there feeling exactly that.

He had bloodied his phone when he had called her, still not sure when he had decided that she needed to come help him because he could not make it to the haven of her place by himself.

The little architect had sounded scared. Was she scared for him? That would be a new one.

The sound of the city around him was dimming and his legs were slowly giving way underneath him. He just hoped she would be there soon.

Were those footsteps or had he imagined it? He tried shaking his head against his caving in vision and the deafening ring of blood rushing through his ears.

A glimpse of a red scarf and she was there, her small frame trying to hold his much larger one up as he collapsed against her all sound ceasing.

8. Bad Company – Bad Company

He was acting distant. She should have expected it, but had still hoped it would have been different.

"Eames?" She asked, putting her palm to his scruffy cheek to make him look at her, something he had been studiously avoiding for the whole morning. "tell me."

That was all she said and knew that it may not be enough for him to talk to her, to explain what made him withdraw suddenly.

He looked at her, sadness creeping into his eyes, something that made her realise how serious this was for him because he never displayed his emotions like this.

"I should stop coming here." He eventually told her, the hand he lifted to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear telling her that it was the last thing he wanted.

"Why?"

"I'm not good for you." He muttered, "I'm a criminal and people want me dead."

She had no answer, so she just pulled him to her with surprising strength and kissed him.

9. Nighttrain – Guns'n'Roses

It was not as often as he liked to make people think that Eames got drunk off his arse. Tonight was one of those nights though.

He had dragged Ariadne and Arthur with him to a sleazy bar in that part of Paris that she usually did not visit to celebrate a finished extraction that the three of them had done together. The first one after the old team had disbanded.

She had watched him since they had started working and more so now. There was something off about him, she realised. Some weight on his shoulders that had not been there during the Fischer job. He knocked back another shot and she decided that he clearly only had the goal of drinking himself senseless.

She walked up to him from where he had been watching her and Arthur with bleary eyes.

"Eames, what happened to you?" She asked.

He tried the familiar smirk but it looked sloppy and she knew he was close to passing out; had to be from the amount he had been drinking.

"You, darling." He slurred and pulled her in for a bear hug.

Then he had whispered something in her ear and she had laughed, thinking he was joking.

10. Fallen - Evanescence

She was dying. It was a dream. It should have been fine, but the panicked eyes looking down at her told her otherwise.

"It's okay, I'll just see you on the other side." She croaked, wondering why his shoulders were shaking like this.

"I know." He whispered, blue eyes flicking to the bullet wounds in her chest. "I know." He said again, but she somehow felt he did not.

"If we want to keep doing this…" She coughed up blood. "You'll have to get used to it just like I do."

"I know. It was my idea. But you're different. It feels too real." She heard him say as her surroundings faded to black and her head lolled lifelessly against his shoulder.

Right...some of them worked, some of them didn't work in the obvious way because my association became a bit weird. like Winds of Change is so political I couldn't figure out how to make it fit the characters. And the last one was scary because I could not kill her and I was panicking for half the song if I could make it work or not. It felt OOC to me... oh well. I'll stop ranting now.

Anyway, that was it. Tell me what you think.