Saturday: FREE FOR ALL SPECIAL
Happy Saturday everybody! The contest art will be up just as soon as our graphics monkeys are ready. But wow. WOW. You guys have totally blown us away!
Also, because I was waiting for the art to make the announcement, but Amara's already announced the week's winners, the winners for Day 5 and 6 were aravistarkheena with 21 responses, and guiltyreasons with 40 responses. ( Read more... )
Also, because I was waiting for the art to make the announcement, but Amara's already announced the week's winners, the winners for Day 5 and 6 were aravistarkheena with 21 responses, and guiltyreasons with 40 responses. ( Read more... )
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DeWitt had told Topher to see Dr Saunders, to get checked out after Ballard tasered him. Topher winced at the memory and headed for the medical lab. As he approached the door he couldn’t see if the doctor was inside. He tapped on the glass quickly.
“Doc? Are you here?”
At first there was no answer, then he heard a soft, barely audible whisper. “Topher?”
He turns, and sees Doc Saunders sitting on the floor in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. She looks up at him. “Is he… is he gone?”
Topher knows who she means, and nods. “Uh-huh. He walked right out of here, Echo too. Did he… hurt you?”
She shakes her head. “Not physically.” She takes a deep breath. “Was there something you wanted, Topher?”
“It’s nothing… that Ballard guy tasered me… DeWitt thought I needed to be checked out. But I’m fine. I’ll just… go back to my lab.” He turned to leave.
“Wait.” He looks back at her. “I should make sure.” She stands up slowly. “Sit down on the table, please.”
He shrugs and goes to the examining table, where he sits on the edge. She fusses around with medical things for ten minutes.
“So, what’s the verdict, Doc? Am I OK?”
She nods. “There’ll be some bruising tomorrow, but otherwise you’re fine.”
“Thanks for the check-up, Doc.” He’s about to leave when he glances at her and sees that her eyes are full of tears. “Doc? Are you all right?”
She turns on him. “No. No, I’m not all right. He was here, Topher, he was here and I couldn’t do anything. I was so scared, I could barely move.”
“I… er, sorry?”
“Shut up!” She screams at him. “You’re always talking, always… and don’t call me ‘Doc’. My name, if anyone in this place could be bothered to remember it, is Claire. Claire Saunders. I wanted to be a doctor my whole life. I had a life, before I came here. And then he did this to me,” she gestured at the scars on her face, “and this place made him the way he is… this place… I hate it, I hate what it’s done to me. I hate the Dollhouse, and I hate what I’m a part of, and I hate him, and most of all I hate that fact that I’m so scared of him.”
She glares at him, as if daring him to make some wiseass comment, as he did most of the time. He swallows, forces himself to meet her gaze. He reaches out, slowly, and touches her arm. “Claire… you’re not alone, you know. You think I dreamed of this place when I was a kid? Maybe you need to… talk to someone sometimes. And you’re right. I do talk too much. Maybe I need to learn how to listen.” He smiles apologetically.
She looks at him, and he sees a small smile on her face. “I think… you might be right.” And then he knows that they’re both going to be OK.
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(can you tell I ship Topher/Claire? Even though they hardly ever have scenes together...)
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I only *just now* found a streaming link. So I will have done, soon.
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