A/N: A little diddy I wrote about Fleck on my long car ride. I edited it some. I know it's short, but I felt like she's such an amazing character that I decided to do my spin of a character study. If you want more, it might become more.

Sofie.

I hadn't been called Sofie in a very long time. I'm sure I wouldn't even turn my head for the name now. Sofie is a ghost of the woman I used to be, I could never be her again. She was as free as a bird, she had no limits. Nothing that could stop her from doing what she wanted to do.

But the new me.

Miss Fleck.

She was limited by the brace around her leg. The noose around her neck.

I knew too much about Mr. Y. He wouldn't let me go, not even if I got down on my knees and begged. We all knew too much. We were his confidants. Squelch, Gangle, and I. We were his recreations. He had put so much effort into all of us. I was his first experiment.

He had been there that day, lurking in the audience.

Some would assume he had done this to me, that he was the reason that I was crippled in that performance. But, I knew it wasn't him. He was there by chance, and chance had brought him to me to fix me in some capacity. He had freed me and caged me all in the same day.

Jealousy put me in the brace. Jealousy from a chorus girl who had nearly had my job. Jealousy that I was just that much better than her.

Miss Sofie Anne, mistress of aerial stunts that defy the laws and preconceived notions of human aerodynamics.

Until her wires are cut and she plummets to the ground in a whirl of red silk and screams.

The doctor's left my dressing room, leaving me with the worst news any performer could ever hear.

I was done. Finished. My swan song. My swan flight.

Until the mysterious man that I had spotted in the audience, the one with the mask, entered my dressing room like a phantom.

"I can fix you. I know I can. You can once again soar high above the crowds and make them cheer in delight."

"Why me? Why not Lucy… She's the one who wants the spotlight. She's the one who can still fly."

"Phoenixes rise from the ashes of their deaths."

"I'm no Phoenix… More like a fallen angel." I remembered the fear that brimmed beneath my skin, the buzz of excitement fighting to overwhelm me. Could this man really make me fly again?

"With a fleck of hope anything is possible."

Miss Fleck.