come on, all ye reborn; dollhouse; echo/alpha; reunions & rough-ish sexcricketsApril 18 2010, 19:18:43 UTC
come on, all ye reborn dollhouse, alpha/echo, 489, r
There's a period of time when Echo can't feel anything but pissed off. She takes off on her own, leaves the farm behind with a few provisions in her pack and Adelle's warnings in her ear.
She's angry at Paul, at Boyd, at Rossum. At herself. No matter how much time goes by she can't shake it, can't stop putting distance between herself, herselves, and the people who have come to believe in her. Some nights on the road she dreams of Priya and the way she looks at her son. After that, Echo won't sleep for days. It's too real, the connection too permanent. Echo seeks the impermanent, feels a desperate pull to become detached.
Echo doesn't think of the scars. [Do you trust me?] She doesn't think of the damage done by past misdeeds. [With my life.] She only tells herself that all that time spent jumping from skin to skin was just a bad habit waiting to happen. She tells herself that this is her inevitability.
Yet still, she always comes back. Something about a sense of duty and the knowledge that they aren't quite finished yet, that perhaps they'll never be.
Everyone is counting on her.
They welcome her, feed her, keep her. But it doesn't last. Too soon again she's plotting her escape, as temporary as it may be. And it isn't long until her sojourns cross into Alpha's territory.
She's always known where she was heading.
To the one person who understands what it's like to remember everything.
When she gets to his compound he's almost always waiting outside, a cigarette in hand, a bottle of precious clean water in the other. She wants to say it's extrasensory, that he knows she's coming. Logic tells her he's got scouts, logic tells her that of all the people he's been, a psychic was never one of them. But none of that matters when he presses her against the book shelf in his quarters, teeth scraping against her neck.
Echo wraps herself around him and swallows his mouth when they fumble onto the bed. She slides his jeans down his hips. The last time they did this was too long ago and she gasps when he presses inside her. She grips his strong arms; the arms of a soldier, of a father, of a killer, of a brother, of a priest. She moans, urging him on. It's too fast and too rough and both of them come too soon, out of breath and without even remembering to shut the door.
Darkness falls, and Echo lies restlessly, tracing circles over his abdomen. He pushes her hair back from her eyes, asks her the question, the one he asks every time.
Do you trust me?
With my life, she tells him. And the truth is that she has no choice.
Re: come on, all ye reborn; dollhouse; echo/alpha; reunions & rough-ish sexgigglemonsterApril 18 2010, 19:46:13 UTC
Oh dude I love this so much! After reading this I honestly can't believe it's not cannon. I love that connection they have because they can both remember everything. Just perfect. Also hot :D Yay for this!
Re: come on, all ye reborn; dollhouse; echo/alpha; reunions & rough-ish sexcricketsApril 18 2010, 19:53:04 UTC
They really are! I kinda had to include them, lol. I'm so glad you liked this! I am seriously digging this pairing now that I've had the chance to consider them and to write this for you. This is going to be fun!
Re: come on, all ye reborn; dollhouse; echo/alpha; reunions & rough-ish sexslybrunetteApril 18 2010, 21:02:48 UTC
Oh, this is awesome! I don't read Dollhouse fic at all (maybe once) so it's all new to me, but i have a real weakness for this pairing. I love the potential connections between these two. Fantastic!
Re: come on, all ye reborn; dollhouse; echo/alpha; reunions & rough-ish sexcricketsApril 19 2010, 00:40:21 UTC
I am still bitter and confused about Boyd. Thus, Echo is too, lol.
I'm so glad you liked this! I really was shocked at how much I wanted to write this pairing and how much I did enjoy writing them. Maybe you'll see more of them from me in the future.
dollhouse, alpha/echo, 489, r
There's a period of time when Echo can't feel anything but pissed off. She takes off on her own, leaves the farm behind with a few provisions in her pack and Adelle's warnings in her ear.
She's angry at Paul, at Boyd, at Rossum. At herself. No matter how much time goes by she can't shake it, can't stop putting distance between herself, herselves, and the people who have come to believe in her. Some nights on the road she dreams of Priya and the way she looks at her son. After that, Echo won't sleep for days. It's too real, the connection too permanent. Echo seeks the impermanent, feels a desperate pull to become detached.
Echo doesn't think of the scars. [Do you trust me?] She doesn't think of the damage done by past misdeeds. [With my life.] She only tells herself that all that time spent jumping from skin to skin was just a bad habit waiting to happen. She tells herself that this is her inevitability.
Yet still, she always comes back. Something about a sense of duty and the knowledge that they aren't quite finished yet, that perhaps they'll never be.
Everyone is counting on her.
They welcome her, feed her, keep her. But it doesn't last. Too soon again she's plotting her escape, as temporary as it may be. And it isn't long until her sojourns cross into Alpha's territory.
She's always known where she was heading.
To the one person who understands what it's like to remember everything.
When she gets to his compound he's almost always waiting outside, a cigarette in hand, a bottle of precious clean water in the other. She wants to say it's extrasensory, that he knows she's coming. Logic tells her he's got scouts, logic tells her that of all the people he's been, a psychic was never one of them. But none of that matters when he presses her against the book shelf in his quarters, teeth scraping against her neck.
Echo wraps herself around him and swallows his mouth when they fumble onto the bed. She slides his jeans down his hips. The last time they did this was too long ago and she gasps when he presses inside her. She grips his strong arms; the arms of a soldier, of a father, of a killer, of a brother, of a priest. She moans, urging him on. It's too fast and too rough and both of them come too soon, out of breath and without even remembering to shut the door.
Darkness falls, and Echo lies restlessly, tracing circles over his abdomen. He pushes her hair back from her eyes, asks her the question, the one he asks every time.
Do you trust me?
With my life, she tells him. And the truth is that she has no choice.
And do you trust yourself? he asks this time.
Echo closes her eyes.
No, she says. Not anymore.
-fin
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After reading this I honestly can't believe it's not cannon. I love that connection they have because they can both remember everything. Just perfect.
Also hot :D
Yay for this!
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Oh I think somewhere, some way, this would have become canon if the show had continued. Don't you think?
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I'm so glad you liked this! I am seriously digging this pairing now that I've had the chance to consider them and to write this for you. This is going to be fun!
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(Now this conversation is starting to sound sexual.)
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Perhaps we should get a room.
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She doesn't think of the damage done by past misdeeds. [With my life.]
Ouch!
I also like how tender and sensitive he is with her afterward. It's like they still get to be the new people they are together in those moments.
Excellent.
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I'm so glad you liked this! I really was shocked at how much I wanted to write this pairing and how much I did enjoy writing them. Maybe you'll see more of them from me in the future.
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