Classic Rock One Shots

Janis Joplin & Dayton II "Nothing But You" {Fluff}

Muse: Swedish Actor and Musician Björn Andrésen
Musician: American Singer/ Songwriter Janis Joplin
Time: Early Seventies

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Dayton awoke to the rattling of train wheels on tracks. He could hear loud chatter and singing coming from behind the door, but in his drowsy state, he still had no clue where he was. The motion of steel-on-steel gently rocked him in the small cot and promised to sooth him back into slumber if he didn't get up soon.

He reached over to pull himself closer to Janis, who, last he remembered, was sleeping right next to him. But, the boy found himself rather startled when his hand felt a cold and empty spot on the sheets next to him, causing him to shoot up in worry. His eyes frantically scanned the room, but Janis was nowhere in sight. However, there were many trances of her, which gently soothed his anxieties.

Her suitcase was still open on the floor,  and the clothes she'd worn to the show last night were slung messily over the back of a chair. A pair of her heels, one knocked over, sat obediently underneath the window, which displayed a gorgeous view of the quickly passing Canadian countryside.

Deciding to make finding Janis his top priority, Dayton swung the heavy covers off of his body. After propping himself up fully, he let his legs swing over the edge of the bed, the toes of his bare feet grazing the floor. He rubbed his eyes with a generous yawn, standing up to stretch his idle bones. He at least made sure to run his fingers through his hair before heading out of the room's only door.

The blond proceeded through the doorway, his clothes wrinkled from hours of tossing and turning with sleep still in his eyes, not to mention his egregious bed-head. He was met with the sight of a group of about ten or more people crowded in a crude circle, about half of whom wielding instruments. The remaining folks sang in harmony, accompanying the sound of thumbs sweeping across the strings of unplugged guitars and drums being struck with eager hands.

Not a single one of them even seemed to notice the boy at first. He took a few steps closer, the creaking of the floor inaudible over the music and the humming of the train. It was when he was about halfway from the bedroom door that he finally caught the eye of a skinny man with long, yellow hair.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" Called the cheery voice of the one who'd spotted him. Although Dayton didn't recognize him, he assumed he had to be a friend of Janis'. Everyone's head turned to see who the man was addressing; a few people stopped singing while some instrumentalists distractedly strummed their guitars. But among all those people, he didn't see the brunette anywhere.

Dayton felt yet another pang of panic, amplified by the many strangers who were giving him their undivided attention. He was suddenly very aware of his sloppy attire. She had to be on the train somewhere, right? He quickly approached the group, his left hand worrying at his right, hoping to get some information on the whereabouts of his lover.