Title: A Collection of Drabbles (Part 1)
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairings/Characters: Includes: Topher/Adelle, DeWitt/Dominic, Adelle
Rating: T
Spoilers: Up to Epitaph: Return
Disclaimer: Dollhouse does not belong to me.
Author's Notes: I seem to have accumulated a number of drabbles that I don't think I've posted here specifically. They've all been written for different occassions, but most for whedonland. Each part contains five drabbles. Some are exactly 100 words, others are over.
Topher, Adelle; 2x07
Her hands are like ice. Emanating, he thinks, from the cold, empty place that is her heart. With steely determination she had handed over his plans, and it is without apology that she stands before him now. She is not who he thought she was.
But then, he is not who ishe/i thought he was either. Lord, he's not even who he thought he was. Everything has changed these past months; the development of a conscience weighing heavily on his brilliant mind now.
So then, maybe the ice of her hands burn in perfect harmony to the fire of his.
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Topher/Bennett; pre- series
Topher thinks sometimes he's going insane. How is it possible for someone to have a crush on a person they've never met, never talked to, never even iseen/i? How is it possible for someone to be totally in love with another on the basis of their work alone—ground-breaking, genius work though it is.
But that's Bennett Halverson. The DC programmer, just as Topher is the LA programmer. And if Topher begins to think of just how perfect they are for each other in every way, well, who could blame him. It's Bennett Halverson.
If only he weren't a dude.
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Adelle; Spy in the House of Love
Adelle returns to perfectly clean office. One would be hard-pressed to find anything amiss here. No client would think to imagine anything was wrong, that anything was out of place: that, just hours ago, everything had gone to hell.
But Adelle is no client. She works in this room every day—she sits in this chair, leans on this desk. She drinks from these bottles and looks out these windows.
Just like her office, she shows no outward signs of distress. But this place has seen devastation today, and she is not as unaffected as she makes out to be.
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Adelle; Epitaph 2
The new world begins on a sunny day. It is the type of clichéd symbolism she can live with. The bomb goes off, Topher with it, and the sky clears of every cloud. The blue shines down upon them. It is peaceful up there, in the sky. Ironic, how it was from the sky that the signal first arrived. It came screaming from the Heavens, and the land began to burn below.
It burns still now, despite the clear sky. It makes her wonder just how much has really changed, and if Topher's sacrifice was worth it.
She hopes so.
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Adelle, Topher; Epitaph One
There are dreams, nightmares. She has them too, he knows. He wakes sometimes and she's twisting and turning, her mind a prison she can't escape. He doesn't ask her about them. She won't tell him anyway; won't admit to them. She's stronger than he is. She values her pride more. She won't allow herself the escape, the comfort of voicing her fears. They talk about his instead, and her voice is a soothing lilt that helps the drive away the waking terror. Her arms around him aren't a trap; they're a comfort, a link back home, to love and happiness.
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