AN. #3. The other two are at the end as usual, just wanted to write a little BEFORE you read the story, this is the first time I've written Victor and Sierra as they are in the Dollhouse, but there will be more about them I guess and the others. I also want to say that right now; school and working is a killer, but that's not the biggest problem.. See, I live in Sweden and Dollhouse has yet to air here, so I've watched it.. *cough*you know*cough* but as it turns out, starting from April 1st, it's.. bad.. (I'm just gonna point out here that I'm really paranoid right now lol, hence the unclear text of mine) ..This means it'll take some time before I see another episode. BUT seeing as this story is AU, I might be able to make it work any way, I can promise you that I have finished up to a 13th chapter! ..*phew* Hopefully youtube will provide me with enough inspiration, should I enter writers block though.. I will.. ugh.. On with the story, 'kay? Thanks for reading!!

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Painting a Dream

Victor woke up with an start, he was still trapped in his pod, but never thought of it that way, he didn't know that in the real world, you could get up and grab a glass of milk in the middle of the night.

He'd dreamt of Sierra again, she was beautiful and always happy, they never did anything special in his dream, just talked or shared a meal. Victor smiled, but it became replaced by a frown when he thought of November, where was she? He hadn't seen her in the longest time and this made him wonder. Sometimes when Sierra or Echo got their treatments, they were gone for two days, tops. But November hadn't returned. Normally he never thought about it, but once his dreams of Sierra had started, he started to think more.

After all, they spoke differently in his dream, they would laugh out loud, not just smile, like they usually do, they would joke and discuss things. He never really remembered what, just that it was... Different.

Victor started to toss and turn, suddenly his bed didn't feel as comfortable as it used to, this was a common side-effect after his dream. Maybe he should talk to that nice doctor about it?

Before he could find a comfortable spot, the door slid open and it was time to get up. He followed the other dolls out and noticed Echo was missing. Treatment he thought and went to take a shower, dreaming made him feel dirty afterwards. Dreams were bad he'd heard. So he undressed and let the water wash away it all, for a while he did nothing but stand there, with his face turned upwards to the stream of falling water.

- "Hello"

He turned around, it was Sierra and she was taking a shower next to him, whenever she did shower at the same time as him, he noticed he felt something unique, but he had no idea what it was, even his body reacted, he always ignored it though.

- "Hello, Sierra."

- "I like taking a shower after I wake up."

- "Yes, me too."

- "But not always."

- "I needed a shower, I felt dirty when I woke up."

- "Why?"

- "I...I had a dream?"

Victor wasn't sure if he should tell Sierra or not, but he liked her, so he should be able to talk with her, right?

- "I dream sometimes too, but I don't remember them later."

- "Sometimes I do."

Sierra looked at Victor with big, curious smile and he decided he liked that.

- "You do? What are they about?"

He started to clean himself off, not knowing how to start. How do you tell someone that the dreams you have are of them?

- "It's okay, you don't have to tell me."

He shook his head and was about to answer her question when she turned to leave. Not knowing what to do, Victor stayed and finished the shower.

Meanwhile, Sierra went to get her favourite book and look at the pictures, they all looked so pretty and she wished she could paint like that. Unfortunately the pictures didn't do their trick this time, she couldn't stop thinking about what Victor had said. He remembered his dreams?

Not realizing she was staring at nothing, the book forgotten in her lap, she jumped when someone bumped her shoulder.

- "I'm sorry!"

It was Victor. She smiled at him and shook her head at him.

- "It's okay, I was thinking."

- "About what?"

- "You're dreams."

- "Oh.."

She was beginning to get more curious about them, why wouldn't Victor tell her?

- "Sit with me?"

- "Of course"

He sat down beside her and looked at her book, she on the other hand, studied his face.

- "I like this one."

Victor pointed to a picture, the picture contained a girl on a swing, a man is seated behind her in the shadows, giving her speed by pulling on ropes and another man is lying down in the flowers, in front of her and watching. One of her shoes is seen in the air, either she dropped it because of the speed or she had kicked it off herself. Statues of angels are placed around them, as if watching over them. Trees are seen in the background, as well as the tree the swing is tied to.

Sierra was somehow surprised that he found interest in such a beautiful picture, it was actually one of her favourites Sometimes she would see herself as the girl on the swing and maybe Victor was pushing her and Echo was lying down in front of her, laughing at them.

- "Yes, I like that one too."

- "You're in them."

- "Where?"

- "No, I mean.. I dream about you, sometimes Echo is there too."

- "Oh, what do we do?"

- "Just talk, sometimes we laugh."

- "It sounds nice."

- "It is."

Sierra smiled, hoping that when sleep came later tonight, she would dream of Victor, talking and laughing with her.

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A.N; The picture Victor points out is "The Swing" (1767) by Jean-Honoré Fragonard, check it out if you want to get a clear picture, I tried my best to explain it.

AN #2 ; Thanks to "Shattered-demon" (glad you're feeling better!), "CptKaydeAdama"