Quill, Parchment, & Ink

Title: Jensen’s Playlist
Characters: Jensen/Cougar (implied), Pooch, Roque, Aisha
Fandom: Losers
Summary: Next time he’s going to remember where he stuck the iPod when Clay takes it away.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Jensen babbles (does that really require a warning?)
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me, none of the Losers, none of the music, using it all without permission, not making any money off it.
Author's Note: First off—I blame the slash (implied that it is) on starhawk_writes . Okay that’s done. kaitlia777  and I had a discussion a few weeks ago about Jensen and music…and I talked about putting a playlist together for him. And somehow my “little” playlist turned into this. Trust me when I say I could have gone on and on and added a ton more songs. I actually have a reason for the majority of the songs on here, so if you’re wondering why I included a particular song…gimme a yell. And just for fun…there’s a download of all of the songs. If I get a chance I’m going to make a playlist cover, but since I literally wrote this today and I’d like to do some other writing (and play with organizing the prompts over at losers_minibang ), I’m not gonna do it today.


Jensen was well aware that most people found him annoying.

He talked too much, babbled really, and most of the time about things no one had any clue what he was babbling about. His ego was easily the size of Texas (although in his defense he could back most of it up) and that babbling thing often got away from him. It did serve him well though because he could often babble enough to keep whoever had stopped him occupied until his teammates came and hauled his ass out of the fire. Not that he wasn’t perfectly capable of hauling his own carcass to safety, but what was the point of having the baddest of badasses on your side if you didn’t let them do their thing from time to time?

Still…he knew he could be annoying.

It was probably some kind of minor miracle that he hadn’t been booted out of the military sometime before the whole Bolivia incident. And a major portion of that had been a small little silver electronic device that he was currently searching his gear bag frantically for. Normally it got stuck into his vest pocket and didn’t move unless he needed to charge or add more tunes to it. But Clay had gotten ticked off about something (really it wasn’t his fault this time…it really wasn’t, he hadn’t meant to do it, he was just trying to see if he could) and ordered him to pack it. Problem was now he couldn’t find it.

The rest of the team was watching him with varying levels of amusement and horror as he tossed and dumped everything in his bag out onto the floor of the room they were occupying. “Did he lose his mind?” Pooch asked the room at large.

Cougar looked up from where he was cleaning his rifle and shrugged, before holding the barrel up to the light.

Aisha ducked whatever came winging in her direction and glared at the young techie. “He obviously lost something,” she commented dryly. Picking it up, she threw it back at him, smiling slightly as it banged off his shoulder, and he yelped in response. “I’m going to see what’s keeping Clay and the food.”

Roque looked up from where he had been sliding a knife across a whetstone in ever annoying strokes. (And no one had failed to notice that despite Jensen’s seemingly spastic aim none of the items had come anywhere near him.) “Clay told us to stay put.”

“I’m not one of his ‘Losers’,” she replied with a sarcastic twist on the word. “Remember who’s bankrolling you.”

He glared at her, the knife pausing as his grip slid around. “What makes you think I forget?” Slamming the knife into a sheath, he got to his feet, kicking something out of his way. “If you’re leaving, I’m going with you.” Pointing a finger at Jensen, who had looked up from his disaster area when everyone had started talking, he ordered, “Don’t let him wander off.”

“Hey!” Jensen protested, but whatever else he was going to say was lost in the slamming of the door. “Why am I the one who’s always warned about wandering off?” he muttered as he went back to digging through his bag. “I’m not that absentminded.”

“Do we need to remind you about Peru? Or Dubai? Or Kuwait? Or…” Pooch asked, grinning as Jensen flipped him off. “Guess not.”

“Those weren’t all my fault,” Jensen grumbled as he dropped the now empty bag on the floor and collapsed onto one of the beds. “I can’t find it!”

Cougar and Pooch exchanged looks before turning their attention to the depressed computer tech. He’d thrown an arm over his face, pressing his glasses into them, and was stretched out across the bed, his feet resting on the floor. “Can’t find what?” Pooch questioned.

“I can’t find it!” Jensen almost wailed instead of answering him.

Pooch looked in confusion at Cougar, hoping the sniper could translate the technician’s more than usual weirdness. “iPod,” the other man explained succinctly.

“iPod,” Pooch mouthed back in confusion.

Cougar set the parts to the rifle he had disassembled down on the cloth and held his fingers up, illustrating how big a thing Jensen was looking for. “Little silver annoying thing that’s permanently attached to him normally,” he answered.

Pooch frowned for a moment, before his eyes lit up. “Wait this thing?” He dug through the disaster area Jensen had created and finally unearthed a small silver device. “Is that what this thing is?”

Jensen bolted upright, grabbing for the electronic, but Pooch held it out of his reach. “Gimme!” he demanded.

“No way,” Pooch replied, turning it over in his hands. “What’s the big deal? What is this thing?”

Jensen tried to snag it again, but Pooch easily evaded him. “It’s just my music, Pooch. Helps me focus when I’m hacking. Come on, give it back.”

“Oh, no, buddy,” Pooch responded. “Not when you were freaking out that badly when you couldn’t find it. What’s the big deal? You got porn or something on it?” His eyes cut to Cougar, but the other man had reclaimed his cleaning supplies and was meticulously reassembling his rifle. Seeing no help there, Pooch asked, “How do you turn it on?”

“You hit the center button. Come on, Pooch. There’s nothing interesting on there.” Jensen tried to swipe it again.

Pooch put Cougar between himself and Jensen, not really positive which side the sniper would come down on, but willing to take a chance. Thumbing the center button, his eyes gleamed as the screen lit up and the words ‘Losers’ Playlist flashed on the screen. “Really?” he asked. “You have a playlist for us?”

“Who says we’re the only Losers I know?” Jensen asked as he backed up a little bit, trying to act like he was unconcerned about Pooch scrolling through the music.

Pooch snorted, but didn’t answer out loud. A moment later he barked out a laugh. “Really? No wonder you didn’t want anyone to get their hands on this. Hey, Cougs, have you seen the music this boy listens to?”

Cougar raised an eyebrow, his only answer the clicking of his gun as he finished slotting it together.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Pooch turned the iPod around. “Shrek? Really?”

“Hey, I have a niece! And you know she put things…” Jensen trailed off at Pooch’s bland look. “Not buying it, are you?”

“Well, I might…if you didn’t also have ‘Inspector Gadget’s Theme Song’ on here.” A moment later he burst out laughing. “Gee, I wonder who ‘Crazy Bitch’ is referring to?” He looked up at his teammates in time to see Cougar crack a smile. “What do you have a song for everyone on the team?”

Jensen shook his head. “No. Just ones that I liked or seemed to fit something.”

“I’m guessing ‘Take this Job and Shove it’ and ‘Everyone is Totally Insane’ were added recently?”

Jensen shook his head, tucking his fingers in his pockets. “No I’ve kinda always thought we were all a bit nutso. Doesn’t everyone wanna chuck their job occasionally?”

“Yeah, they just normally don’t do it quite so spectacularly.” He barked out a laugh. “Jensen, my man, you do not need your ego stroked so please tell me how to delete ‘Enormous Penis’, ‘Because I’m Awesome’, and ‘Filthy Gorgeous’? Who would even record a song called ‘Enormous Penis’? That’s just wrong!”

“It’s a totally fun song!” Jensen exclaimed. “It’s not what you would think. It’s like this ‘50s pop…” He grabbed for his iPod. “Hey! Don’t delete anything! I didn’t ask you to listen to it!”

Pooch grinned as he continued to look through the songs, noting that there were fifty-seven in total on the list. He grinned as he got to another one he recognized. “Trying to tell us something, buddy? ‘Like a Virgin’? We all know you have no game with the ladies.” Deciding he’d teased the younger man enough, Pooch tossed him the iPod. “Never mind.” He grabbed his jacket. “I’m gonna go see what’s keeping those three.”

Cougar waited until the door shut behind Pooch to hook a finger into the belt loop of Jensen’s jeans and tug him over. “You got one on there for us, mi corazón?”

“I’ve got a whole playlist of music you’ve told me about,” Jensen replied, settling down next to him. “But a song on that list? Yeah.” He grinned. “’Ever Fallen in Love with Someone You Shouldn’t’ve?’ by the Buzzcocks.” He started to say something else, but was interrupted by a large yawn. “I’m just gonna…” He tipped over sideways, falling asleep as he collapsed.

Cougar smiled fondly, well used to Jensen just passing out in the middle of a conversation when his energy ran out. After re-arranging the younger man, he snagged a blanket and covered him up, tucking the precious iPod in Jensen’s pocket, he settled down to keep watch until the rest of the team returned.


mi corazón—my heart

If you’d like Jensen’s Losers’ Playlist for yourself, you can follow the link and download the music.


Just like to browse the playlist and see what songs are on it?
Super Rad by the Aquabats
Goin’ Huntin’ by The Arrogant Worms
A Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan
I Want Candy by Lil Bow Wow
Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry
Ever Fallen in Love with Someone (You Shouldn’t’ve?) by the Buzzcocks
Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival
Music is My Hot, Hot Sex by CSS
Enormous P***s by Da Vinci’s Notebook
Everyone is Totally Insane by The Dandy Warhols
I’m Coming Out by Diana Ross
Because I’m Awesome by The Dollyrots
Kids in America by The Donnas
Para Donde Vas by the Iguanas
I Feel Good by James Brown
Don’t Stop Believin’ by Journey
Boom Boom Boom by the Iguanas
I’ve Just Seen a Face by Jim Sturgess
Copacabana by John Borrowman
Imagine by John Lennon
Take this Job and Shove it by Johnny Paycheck
Teenage Dream by Katy Perry
All Summer Long by Kid Rock
Sweet Home Alabama by Lynyrd Skynyrd
God and Guns by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Lola by the Kinks
Poker Face by Lady Gaga
Bones by Little Big Town
Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy by Big and Rich
Toy Soldiers by Martika
Uprising by Muse
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
We Will Rock You by Queen
Filthy Gorgeous by Scissor Sisters
The Sound of Silence by Simon & Garfunkel
Cobrastyle by Teddybears
Paradise City by Guns N Roses
You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC
Back in Black by AC/DC
Bad Reputation by Shrek
Let the Bodies Hit the Floor by Drowning Pool
Tick Tick Tick Boom by The Hives
You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift
Taking Care of Business by Richard Pleasance
Like a Virgin by Madonna
All Star by Smash Mouth
Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows
Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon
I’m a Believer by Smash Mouth
Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper
Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N Roses
Inspector Gadget
Wild Nights by John Cougar Melloncamp
Run by Gnarls Barkley
Black Betty (Ram Jam) by Ram Jam
Brothers in Arms by Dire Straits
Shake Your BonBon by Ricky Martin