Title: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie
Author: A Crazy Elephant
Summary: The Dollhouse recruits its first three Actives.
Category: General
Spoilers: 'The Target' and 'Echoes' regarding the recruitment process.
Disclaimer: Alas, it is not mine. *sniffle*
Author's Notes: Just something I've been thinking about. This comes in four pieces: one chapter for each Active and an aftermath. Their names are from the NATO phonetic alphabet, just as in the show.
Alpha
"You've made a mistake, Adam. Let down the company." DeWitt was saying as she carefully poured a cup of that bitter all-natural crap she was always swilling down. He'd been in the conference room for hours now. How many, he couldn't say; they'd taken his watch, his phone, Christ, they even had his shoelaces, like he was some sort of inmate. He was to be fired. Or rather 'taken care of'; this wasn't the government, the House always won.
"You gonna make me a nice pair of cement shoes?" He asked, ignoring the tea she offered. There was no use in politeness now. This would all end in tears anyway. DeWitt chuckled.
"We aren't the Mafia, Adam." She reminded him with the bemused smirk he'd seen her use on clients. "We're civilized here. And while we are, as you can imagine, terminating your position within the company, we're offering you an excellent pension." He frowned, disbelieving, as DeWitt continued, pushing a lengthy contract toward him. "Five years Adam." He scanned the document.
"You're fucking kidding. You've got the balls to ask me to volunteer to be your lab rat in the project I've been working on for the last three years? I know what the wipe means, DeWitt, what it does and you're asking me to be the first one to hop in the chair even though most of our current primate tests are in their infancies?" DeWitt shrugged.
"You will receive adequate compensation following your stay that you certainly don't deserve after your little . . . error." She reminded him. "If the terms are not acceptable, Mr. Dominic would be more than happy to arrange a pair of those cement loafers you mentioned earlier." He sighed, still reading through the contract and she pushed an expensive fountain pen into his reach. "Sign and date, Adam."
He sighed again and picked up the pen.