Sorry for being absent from writing for so long. I am not even going to make up excuses, other then my plate got rather full and writing got pushed to the back burner.
So this is my new endeavor. Along with this I do plan to start writing a Glee FanFic so I am going to try to make up for lost time.
This contains slight spolier from Meet Jane Doe.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own the show. If I did Fox would not be taking it off the air.
Echo pulled away from Paul when she felt the reluctance in his kiss.
"You think I am a freak."
"I don't have the right."
Echo turned her head to the side, just slightly.
"It's not my other... personas that make me feel what I feel."
"The Dollhouse made you fall in love, over and over. You told me that."
With mirth dancing in her eyes Echo returned fire.
"They also made me aggressively sexual. And phenomenally creative in bed."
With a sigh Paul remarked, "Now, that's just cruel."
Echo's smiled widened and she continued. "Also sociopathic, inexperienced... blind... And at least seven times--gay. There's a lot of noise from the Chorus Girls, but they're not me. There is a me. This is me. "
As the comment left her lips Echo knew that the Chorus Girls were chiming in for a reason. This wasn't her. Falling into bed with Paul Ballard was not her. It might have been Caroline but, it was not Echo. The Chorus Girls started clapping and tried to point her in the right direction of who she was.
Echo collapsed in front of Paul as memories rushed in.
Seven distinct memories.
The Chorus Girls were flipping through her memories like they were just colorful images. Everything was just flashing through Echo's closed eyes until they found the one they demanded she remember. They demanded she remember Version 1.0 of Heather. Heather, the persona aptly named for the character off of CSI that she seemed to be created around. Echo heard Heather's voice the most dominate out of the Chorus Girls, almost constantly. Echo had a sneaking suspicion she was going to find out why.
The Chorus Girls hit play and the memory started, all the while Echo lay on the floor with Paul watching over her while what ever had to play out did.