Touched - Dollhouse - PG

May 13, 2009 18:00

Title: Touched
Fandoms: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairings: Whiskey, Claire/slight Topher
Rating: pg
Warnings/Spoilers: spoilers for season finale of Dollhouse
Summary: They're soft and raised just so.
Her finger shakes, her whole hand shakes quicker and quicker.


They're soft and raised just so.
Her finger shakes, her whole hand shakes quicker and quicker.

"I'm not my best anymore," she whispers, wondering.
She wonders why Alpha is so mad at her, she used to love swimming with him.
They always wanted to see who could do the most laps.

She remembers the time he touched her hair and she smiled.
She tries to smile now and tears spring to her eyes as pain simmers.
Her friends stare at her now, Echo and Sierra read together.

Echo is brown haired just like her.
Sierra is dark like night, she likes that.
It's pretty.

She wants to look at the pretty pictures also.
"Whiskey, how are you feeling today?" questioned the nice lady, soothing voice.
She'd always liked it, the voice. She trusted her with something deep inside.

"I thought I was fine, but then I looked into the mirror. I...do not look my best. Something is wrong, I'm not my best," she murmured, tonelessly. The woman's smile vanished slowly and she briefly put a hand upon brunette hair.
She wants to go swimming now, but the water hurts her face.

"Would you like a treatment now Whiskey?" she whispered.
Looking up, Whiskey felt herself nod.
She wanted a treatment, they made her feel nice.

"I'd like that," she said smiling. She winced at the weird feeling that spread through her face.
Taking offered hand, Whiskey felt herself lean into the woman.
She liked holding hands.

"Walking up the stairs, Whiskey glanced down at Echo sitting by herself.
She liked Echo, but was afraid.

"Alpha won't like her also?" she questioned, because Alpha had liked her once too.
The woman stiffly shook her head as they entered the office.

"Whiskey, you look your best today," exclaimed the funny man. He always said something nice to her.
Her face felt hot and she looked down.
She liked him also.

Wide eyes looked around the strange room, blinking lights.
Slipping into the odd chair, she rested her head.
Smiling up at the funny man, she grinned despite the pain.

"I like you," she explained as the light flashed and her body seized painfully.

"Topher, you just let me fall asleep in that chair. Not one part of you thought it was weird? It's also not professional for me to fall asleep in here," she criticized, fixing auburn curls.
She didn't even know how it was possible to sleep in the lab.
Pushing herself up, Claire stopped to fix her white coat.

Dolls becoming whole.
It was a disgusting thought, she only wanted to make sure no harm came to them.
Make certain they weren't hurt again.

Topher, annoying and oddly familiar to an ex, shrugged his shoulders.
His eyes were bright and she reddened at the thought he was about to cry.
He honestly had no reason to.

It was rather odd, especially considering it was Topher.

"I'm going to go now, there's almost always an Active waiting," she explained, trying to think of quick excuse to leave.
Exiting his office, Claire began to walk down the stairs.

"Dr. Sa - Claire," Topher called, rushing towards her.
Looking down at his hand on her shoulder, Claire raised an eyebrow.
He knew she didn't like being touched.

"Claire...I think you are always your best," he whispered fiercely, his grip tightening.
She feels a genuine confused smile grace her face, scars hurt.

"That's really nice comparing me to a doll Topher," she muttered, stepping away quickly.
Giving him one last glare, she slammed her door shut.

She didn't like being touched...not after Alpha had attacked her and everyone else.
She didn't like much of anything anymore.

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