fic: forget
Title: Forget Me
Fandom: Dollhouse
Author: just_drifting_6
Pairings/Characters: DeWitt/Dominic, Topher
Rating: T
Spoilers: 1x09
Disclaimer: Dollhouse does not belong to me.
Eventually, she breaks.
Topher's office is cluttered with thing entirely un-appropriate for a Dollhouse technician but all she can focus on is the black chair in the middle of the room.
"Ms. DeWitt?" Topher asks. She turns to where he sits at his computer. She hadn't noticed him before. "Can I help you with something?"
She doesn't bother asking if he can do it. She knows he can. "I want to forget," she says instead.
"What?" Topher's surprise is completely justified but she finds she has no patience for it.
"Not everything," she says. "Just one thing. A person, actually." She stares at him. Now she does ask about his capabilities, but only to entice a reaction out of him. "You can do that, right?"
"Yes, of course!" Topher quickly replies. "But...really? You want to just forget?"
"This isn't a decision I make lightly, Mr. Brink, I've thought it over and over." She sniffs. "Besides, I don't think it's any of your business as to why I want this done, just that I do."
"Yeah..." Topher says. "But what about the House? What's gonna happen after this?"
She frowns. "This little...procedure will not affect my running of the Dollhouse in the slightest. However, I trust you'll put some methods in place to ensure I never find out about...this."
"Of course." Topher seems subdued and his voice is soft. "Of course." He plays around with his computer before saying, "If you'll just sit back in the chair..."
She nods and walks over to it. It's comfortable to sit in, she admits, but it doesn't put her at ease like it would the Dolls. She can't help but remember Laurence in the chair, screaming and fighting as they stole his mind. He got the easy way out, she thinks. In the Attic he didn't have to feel, didn't have to remember... Her arms come to rest on the flat plates on the chair and she leans back. She's going to even the score now. She's going to make it so she doesn't have to remember either.
"What do you want me to do with the memory?" he asks as he fiddles around with his computer.
"Destroy it," she says, so calm and sure. She never wants to feel this pain again.
"It'll hurt, you know," Topher says. He's looking at her sadly. "It'll hurt a lot."
"Nothing I can't handle," she tells him. She's been shot more than once and though the pain was excruciating then, it was nothing compared to everything she's been through these past few weeks.
"Okay," Topher says and his voice is too soft. "I guess we're all ready here. So, who is it you want to forget, anyway?"
"Laurence Dominic."
The chair lowers.
Fandom: Dollhouse
Author: just_drifting_6
Pairings/Characters: DeWitt/Dominic, Topher
Rating: T
Spoilers: 1x09
Disclaimer: Dollhouse does not belong to me.
Eventually, she breaks.
Topher's office is cluttered with thing entirely un-appropriate for a Dollhouse technician but all she can focus on is the black chair in the middle of the room.
"Ms. DeWitt?" Topher asks. She turns to where he sits at his computer. She hadn't noticed him before. "Can I help you with something?"
She doesn't bother asking if he can do it. She knows he can. "I want to forget," she says instead.
"What?" Topher's surprise is completely justified but she finds she has no patience for it.
"Not everything," she says. "Just one thing. A person, actually." She stares at him. Now she does ask about his capabilities, but only to entice a reaction out of him. "You can do that, right?"
"Yes, of course!" Topher quickly replies. "But...really? You want to just forget?"
"This isn't a decision I make lightly, Mr. Brink, I've thought it over and over." She sniffs. "Besides, I don't think it's any of your business as to why I want this done, just that I do."
"Yeah..." Topher says. "But what about the House? What's gonna happen after this?"
She frowns. "This little...procedure will not affect my running of the Dollhouse in the slightest. However, I trust you'll put some methods in place to ensure I never find out about...this."
"Of course." Topher seems subdued and his voice is soft. "Of course." He plays around with his computer before saying, "If you'll just sit back in the chair..."
She nods and walks over to it. It's comfortable to sit in, she admits, but it doesn't put her at ease like it would the Dolls. She can't help but remember Laurence in the chair, screaming and fighting as they stole his mind. He got the easy way out, she thinks. In the Attic he didn't have to feel, didn't have to remember... Her arms come to rest on the flat plates on the chair and she leans back. She's going to even the score now. She's going to make it so she doesn't have to remember either.
"What do you want me to do with the memory?" he asks as he fiddles around with his computer.
"Destroy it," she says, so calm and sure. She never wants to feel this pain again.
"It'll hurt, you know," Topher says. He's looking at her sadly. "It'll hurt a lot."
"Nothing I can't handle," she tells him. She's been shot more than once and though the pain was excruciating then, it was nothing compared to everything she's been through these past few weeks.
"Okay," Topher says and his voice is too soft. "I guess we're all ready here. So, who is it you want to forget, anyway?"
"Laurence Dominic."
The chair lowers.