Well welcome back to my Song Series. It's a collection of 1 & 2 shots inspired by &/or including a song.

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Summary: Save or be Saved. Sacrifice or Receive. There are no in-betweens.
Song Series

Song: Hero
Artist: Nickelback
Song lyrics
Disclaimer: The song belongs to its respective owners. The story, however, is mine.

I am so high. I can hear heaven.

Reagan shoved a hand through her brown hair as smoke billowed around her. Her clothes were torn, tattered and filthy.

I am so high. I can hear heaven.

Quinn removed himself from a pile of rubble. He brushed it off and shook stray pebbles from his black hair. Tiny rivulets of blood streamed down his body though he paid them no mind.

He turned in a slow circle, taking in the destruction that lay before him.

Oh but heaven, no heaven don't hear me.

And they say that a hero can save us.

They stared at each other across the distance their eyes connecting for the briefest of moments. The corners of Reagan's lips tilted upward in relief before reformatting into a frown.

Her sigh echoed off the remains of the city she had called home.

I'm not gonna stand here and wait.

Reagan turned and jumped from the collapsed pile of building that she stood on.

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Quinn watched as she bounded away, stopping here and there to help people in need.

Someone told me love will all save us.

There was a time when Reagan would have done more than just quirk her lips at his safety. She had been his lifeline, but he had changed all that.

But how can that be, look what love gave us.

He needed her, but he hadn't wanted to...

Who was he kidding, he still needed her. But she was no longer his priority. He had seen to it.

A world full of killing, and blood-spilling
That world never came.

She had warned him, had warned them all.
He thought she was crazy.
They all disregarded Reagan's reprove.

They had all been wrong. And now they paid the price.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.
I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.
Watch as we all fly away.

Reagan pushed through a heavy mass of smoke, searching for survivors. This was her duty, her calling.

A broken piece of wall crumbled as she touched it, the broken bodies of a mother and her child lay beneath it.

Disheartened, she lowered her head, wishing for guidance for those who wouldn't make it through this disaster.

Now that the world isn't ending, its love that I'm sending to you.

Quinn picked his way through the wreckage, headed in no particular direction. Despite how it seemed at the moment, it wasn't over. This was an isolated incident if Reagan's information was to be trusted.

It was about time he started believing in her.

It isn't the love of a hero, and that's why I fear it wont do.

And they say that a hero can save us.
I'm not gonna stand here and wait.

Reagan froze as she climbed over a fallen pillar, a sort of nostalgia creeping over her. She'd been happy before the premonitions had started again. She'd had friends, she'd had Quinn. She'd had everything she'd ever longed for:


Given, Quinn was sort of a trouble magnet. There was always some mess he was involved in. Despite his constant protests she couldn't help rescuing him.

It was her nature.

She hadn't realized how disconcerting it was to him to have to rely on her so much. It was his Achilles Heel, no matter what anyone said, he was the man. The one who supported, not the one who was protected.

I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles.

He ran a hand across his face as he limped away from the carnage. Although he hadn't paid attention at first, his body ached a great deal. But it was nothing compared to what so many others had endured.

He had been lucky.

Or had he?

Somehow Reagan had managed to protect him once again. He felt it.

Maybe what he felt was the earth shaking beneath him...

Watch as we all fly away.

Reagan froze as aftershocks set the ground rumbling. Her eyes widened in fear as she swung round.

And they're watching us

A sound of confusion escaped him when the ground collapsed beneath him.

Watching Us

She could survive a fall like that. Quinn couldn't.

And they're watching us

He met her eyes as she held firm to his hand. After a moment, Quinn shook his head slowly.
It was time to free themselves.

He pulled his hand free...

Watching Us

Reagan could only stare in horror as the inky darkness of the concrete abyss swallowed him whole.

As he fell Quinn whispered something he knew she would hear before adding, "I'm not the only one who needs your help Rea. Go."

As we all fly away

Take the challenge, start your own song series and see how many you can do.
I'm also taking suggestions for songs.

*I'm going to post the alternate to it when/if I finish it.

See ya next time readers,