Author Notes: So I have deiced to continue this fic, which means I'm looking for a beta. So if you are interested please PM me.
Summary: Topher Brink accessed a file he wasn't supposed to. Before Alpha, before Echo, he was Omega, a doll who glitches, a doll that remembered. Inspired by The Ghost of Topher Brink by CallisteDawn. AU.
Omega by RN2017
Chapter 2:
Imprint: Topher Brink,
Late Nights Lead to Weird Dreams
The first thing Adelle Dewitt ever says to him is: "Dr. Christopher Brink, I presume." He'd stood up and extended his hand, smiling nervously. Adelle shook his hand with a strong grip, which made him nervous that she judged character that way, but she pulled her hand away before he could make any effort to squeeze harder.
"Ah, actually, it's Topher." he corrected.
"Is it," she says in a mild way that would usually set his teeth on edge, but strangely makes him like her more. "Topher, then. Shall we get on with the interview?" She smiled at him.
"Um." He raises a finger, calling for a pause. He then points down at himself, finally noticing that he somehow showed up at an interview wearing pajamas. Weird, he thought.
"I don't suppose I could get a change of clothes first?" Adelle smiles at him and he smiles back. He has this weird feeling that he's going to like it here.
He had been working with Dr. Rivers for a week, making a mental list of what to change and what to throw out altogether. Topher had never been so excited. From the moment that Adelle DeWitt showed him around his future office and workspace he was overly enthusiastic about what he could do.
"Leaving so soon?" Topher asked as he notice Dr. Rivers packing up his things. He had a stress squishy toy in his hands. Topher always had to have something in his hands in order to keep them from wandering.
The doctor smiles at him and he smiled back. "It's late, and I'm old." Dr. Rivers replied. "You will realize when you are my age that one cannot still up all night and still function the next day. Some of us need sleep to function."
He likes Dr. Rivers. They had an awkward start when he introduced himself Dr. Rivers, the doctor stuttered abut before he introduced himself. After their initial reaction they got to work. He tried to learn everything he could about the way imprinting was done and what would be need into order to move the Dollhouse into the future.
"Well, have a nice night." He says.
"You too Topher. Night." Topher waves him out the door, and hears it close as he focuses back on the work in front of him. He works on new design for the imprinting chair as well as the components he need to create it.
He spends about a few hours on the design before he becomes cross-eyed. Topher looks up at the analog clock as it reads fifteen minutes until midnight. He thinks about leaving for night until he remembers that his apartment will not be ready until the 3rd. Ms. Dewitt told him that there is a hotel room for him waiting with all of his clothes for him to sleep until the apartment is done. But it looks like he wasn't going to make it to his hotel room tonight.
Topher looked around the bare room. I really need to get a couch in here, he thought, maybe two. He deiced to sleep on the pull out cot in the corner of the room, he would figure out later to find some sort of place to sleep if needed, especially if anything were to go wrong.
Topher placed the pen back into it place. He looks down to the paper under his hands taking note of the many list he made for his future at the Dollhouse, as long with his deign for the new chair. Carefully, he pulls open the cot in the corner in the room and managed to make his jacket into a makeshift pillow. Lying down in the room he took note of the along cord and the machines that looked like they were from the 1970s from the ceiling. The room seem cool and unfeeling, he hopes his new ideas and designs would change that.
He turns on the cot to face the door. He began to drift to sleep when he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. His head moved towards to darken figure, but the figure, like most thing found in the corner in people's eyes, disappeared as if it was there in the first place. So he tried to settle down for the night again.
Topher began to drift to sleep again, turning again on the cot, when he saw a figure in the corner of his eye once again. He moved his head towards to darken figure, but the figure, disappeared as if it was there in the first place once again. Topher shook his head and closed his eyes. He tried to go to sleep once more.
Topher realized that he was sitting in a large round table. At the center of the table sat three tumblers of alcohol, ranging from transparent to a dark brown.
"How did I get here?" he asked out loud.
"The same way we all got here." He replied his look alike from his left. He looked over and saw that the man beside him was not truly his look alike at all more of a solider version of him.
Topher plus GI Joe, equals weirdness, he thought. As he looked around of the table he saw same face but different version of himself. Topher was thoroughly confused.
"Actuality, he is more of a GI Joe version of Omega." Commented the version of him dressed in medical scrubs and a stethoscope around his neck. "Name's Gabriel by the way. And Mr. Moody is Tony."
"Why?" he asked startled, moving his head quickly to the voice. "Who...who is Omega?"
"Omega is the core, the beginning and the end." Tony replied darkly.
"Stop it." Another uttered. "You'll scare him. Besides he now a part of the family."
Topher looked at the man he sat across. He was dressed in what Topher would guess was an expensive suit. The jacket matched his pants which was navy and the shirt a light blue. The Man smiled at Topher as he got out of his chair and move around the table towards him.
"I'm James," he said as he held his hand out, "It's nice to meet you." Topher shook the familiar stranger's hand.
James turned to Tony, "See, he a good boy." James teased.
Topher was a bit distressed at how relaxed every version of him was as he sat at the table. "Where am I?" he asked.
"You are in our head. You are like us. Same face, different personality." A dark and rough voice sounded from a dark corner. Topher didn't know what to make of the room or the people sitting at it.
He sighed and reached for one of the tumblers and one of the crystal glass beside them.
In a snap he was no longer at the table, instead he was waking up on the cot he went to sleep on. Topher at first was a bit disoriented by the shift to position. He stretches and find that he slept on his shoulders wrong.
He shakes his head clear out his mind for the day. "Good morning, Topher." He heard Dr. River call. "Good night sleep?" Lazily he smiled at the doctor as the doctor smiles at him.
"Somewhat." He responds. "I had a really weird dream." Topher get off the cot readjusting his clothes before reaching for his night bag under the bed.
"Why don't you tell me about it?"
Next Time, Chapter 3: A look back at Trust Imprinting before Topher got his hands on Dollhouse technology.
To Be Continued…