This collection of oneshots have been inspired by the 30 days 30 songs challenge, but it won't follow it. Mainly down to the fact that I don't think with all I've got coming up in the next three weeks that I'd be able to stick to it.

Some of the songs have come about because of the prompts and others have just floated about in my head for what feels like forever. The majority of the pairings will be R/J but there are other pairings as well, and I already have quite a few written, which is why I've decided to just start posting. Some will be happy, some sad, even have a smutty one planned :) No idea what order they'll all appear in yet though

As always I own nothing and no one.

I picked this song to go first as it's one of my all time favourites: Snow Patrol - Set Fire to the Third Bar

I find the map and draw a straight line

Over rivers, farms, and state lines

The distance from 'A' to where you'd be

It's only finger-lengths that I see

I touch the place where I'd find your face

My fingers in creases of distant dark places

Robbie turned, shifting restlessly as he struggled to sleep again, fingers drifting out to touch the pillow next to him, the pillow that Jackie might have still been lying on if he hadn't been so bloody stupid.

His fingertips caressed the cold material as he cursed himself. The distance between them now was too far to be traversed and he blamed himself for that.

I hang my coat up in the first bar

There is no peace that I've found so far

The laughter penetrates my silence

As drunken men find flaws in science

He found solitude in drink now, before he drank because he enjoyed it, now he drank to try and find peace, not that it ever seemed to work.

He couldn't help but wince as the laughter of others in the pub cut through him, he wanted silence, didn't want to listen to them pick apart the world, hated it even more when they asked him what he thought. He just wanted to be left alone.

Their words mostly noises

Ghosts with just voices

Your words in my memory

Are like music to me

Their words floated around him, most of the time they just merged into wordless noise and after a few drinks it was as though he were underwater. Their voices became strangely disconnected.

He'd close his eyes and remember her voice instead, pull it back from the recesses of his mind, hear her tell him that she loved him. He'd remember her laugh, the warmth of it and the way it had made him feel, and for the briefest of seconds he'd smile at the memory.

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground

I, I pray that something picks me up

And sets me down in your warm arms

His feet stumbled in the dark, as he got to where he needed to be. To where he'd be closer to her, and yet still so far away.

It was freezing and yet he didn't care, he just muttered a silent prayer - something he did nightly now - that one day he'd be with her again

After I have travelled so far

We'd set the fire to the third bar

We'd share each other like an island

Until exhausted, close our eyelids

And dreaming, pick up from

The last place we left off

Your soft skin is weeping

A joy you can't keep in

His mind replayed the last night they'd spent together, his hands drifting over her soft skin, how he'd marvelled at how perfect it was, smooth and unblemished.

He'd kissed her over and over again, murmuring words of love and adoration against her skin, drawing her into him until he couldn't bring her any closer. Then finally, exhausted, they'd fallen asleep, still entwined together, their skin damp.

It was a testament to how stupid he'd been that he couldn't even remember what she'd said that had caused him to panic, caused him to envision the noose of commitment tightening itself around his neck.

He did remember snapping angrily though, remembered the bitter row that followed and remembered her leaving his flat, the door slamming behind her.

On the nights he actually managed to sleep and dream though he didn't remember that part, instead he accepted her words - whatever they had been - and kissed her senseless again, pulling her back onto the bed. On those mornings afterwards, he'd wake up feeling almost joyful, then he'd remember the truth.

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold ground

And I, I pray that something picks me up

and sets me down in your warm arms

His fingertips pressed against the engraving of her name against the cold stone. Hot, bitter tears filling his eyes.

If only they hadn't argued, if only he hadn't let her storm out with his angry words ringing in her ears. If only.

It had been some idiot on his mobile, speeding and missing the fact that his light was red. It had only been a mile from his flat, and in an instant, that instant she'd been gone, forever lost to him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, told her he was sorry, told her how he'd do anything just to hold her again, to feel her warm embrace around him, to hear her laugh, to see her smile.

He'd pray every night, repeat his words to her every night, in the vain hope that someone might just hear them.

I'm miles from where you are,

I lay down on the cold groundand

I, I pray that something picks me up

and sets me down in your warm arms