Dalliance: Adelle/Claire
Title: Dalliance
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Adelle/Claire
AN: I read some Claire centric fanfic yesterday and this wanted to be written.
"I am not real," Claire told Adelle one afternoon in the office. The Brit was just making herself some tea and offered the doctor a cup, wordlessly asking her to sit down.
"You're a doll, yes. I cannot answer the question whether that means you are or are not - as you put it - real," she poured the herbal tea in the porcelain mugs. "Do you feel real? That is all that matters."
"I don't know what I feel. Or when I feel it, I am not sure it's me or the imprint. I don't feel like I belong with the Dolls because unlike them, I realize I am one. And I don't feel like I belong with the others because I am aware I am just a...software," her voice betrayed her with the last word and showed how much the thought hurt her.
"We're all just software, Doctor Saunders. Only some of us were programed by an unknown programmer and the others by Dollhouse," Adelle offered her a small smile.
The broken women stared at the cup of tea on the table. She did not intend to drink it but the object captured her attention - it was just like her boss: delicate and beautiful and filled with an unknown essence that was so easy to stir. On the other hand, she herself was just an empty cup filled with someone's else tea.
"I love you," Clare whispered with no courage left to look Adelle in the eye. She simply continued staring at the table.
Adelle DeWitt did not say anything, she just put her cup down and walked over to her employee. They sat next to each other for a few moments, saying nothing.
"Is that why you refused to be erased once you found out you are an imprint?" The silence was her answer. "Ah, I see." Adelle turned and gently caressed the doctor's cheek, making her uncomfortable.
"You were always my favorite. You do not remember but...you were my favorite," she said and softly tucked hair behind Claire's ear. Adelle's affectionate behavior made the doll feel like a little child again and she let herself be taken into her boss's arms, burying her scarred face in the spot between Adelle's neck and her shoulders. She let the other woman caress her back and place a small kiss on the top of her head.
"What have you done to me?" Claire asked, tears appearing in her eyes.
"I have loved you," Adelle replied truthfully and cradled the broken doll in her arms.
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pairing: Adelle/Claire
AN: I read some Claire centric fanfic yesterday and this wanted to be written.
"I am not real," Claire told Adelle one afternoon in the office. The Brit was just making herself some tea and offered the doctor a cup, wordlessly asking her to sit down.
"You're a doll, yes. I cannot answer the question whether that means you are or are not - as you put it - real," she poured the herbal tea in the porcelain mugs. "Do you feel real? That is all that matters."
"I don't know what I feel. Or when I feel it, I am not sure it's me or the imprint. I don't feel like I belong with the Dolls because unlike them, I realize I am one. And I don't feel like I belong with the others because I am aware I am just a...software," her voice betrayed her with the last word and showed how much the thought hurt her.
"We're all just software, Doctor Saunders. Only some of us were programed by an unknown programmer and the others by Dollhouse," Adelle offered her a small smile.
The broken women stared at the cup of tea on the table. She did not intend to drink it but the object captured her attention - it was just like her boss: delicate and beautiful and filled with an unknown essence that was so easy to stir. On the other hand, she herself was just an empty cup filled with someone's else tea.
"I love you," Clare whispered with no courage left to look Adelle in the eye. She simply continued staring at the table.
Adelle DeWitt did not say anything, she just put her cup down and walked over to her employee. They sat next to each other for a few moments, saying nothing.
"Is that why you refused to be erased once you found out you are an imprint?" The silence was her answer. "Ah, I see." Adelle turned and gently caressed the doctor's cheek, making her uncomfortable.
"You were always my favorite. You do not remember but...you were my favorite," she said and softly tucked hair behind Claire's ear. Adelle's affectionate behavior made the doll feel like a little child again and she let herself be taken into her boss's arms, burying her scarred face in the spot between Adelle's neck and her shoulders. She let the other woman caress her back and place a small kiss on the top of her head.
"What have you done to me?" Claire asked, tears appearing in her eyes.
"I have loved you," Adelle replied truthfully and cradled the broken doll in her arms.