Fic: The Ghost Voice
Title: The Ghost Voice (Part 6, S2 of Until The Break Of Dawn)
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club/Dollhouse
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Two years after the fall of the Dollhouse, Lindsay and Cindy have created a new life for themselves, but the past is always close behind.
A/N: I take no blame whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and James Patterson own. I just wish I did.
"Can you tell me anything about the father?"
The nurse just shrugged apologetically. "The only thing I know is that he had a fondness of sewing... skin."
When she wakes, the tears are already streaming down her face, warm and not the least bit comforting. Even Lindsay's embrace can't entirely chase the tension out of her body, and the images from her mind. Because three hours from now, she'll already be on her way to the airport again, their weekend together over once more.
"I'm sorry," Cindy whispers, but she only cries harder, and it might be silly, but she does feel like the world's about to come to an end; she's been harboring all these fears since Caroline has appeared on their doorstep and brought up all those memories that are lingering under the surface that separates present from past.
"I am. This is bad timing."
Bad timing for this case, for the two of them to be apart. There'll actually never be a good timing. Cindy hates that she's become so frightened all of a sudden, having irrational and disturbing dreams. She has been every it as excited about this baby as Lindsay is, and yet she sometimes wonders if it really was the good idea they thought it was.
She is not handling this well. And there's no one she can tell about it. Not Lindsay who is over the moon, not Jill and Claire whom she can't expect to keep any of her doubts to themselves.
For two years, Cindy has been trying to deny best she can that she wasn't just a casual observer of the proceedings in the Dollhouse; she was part of it, and the fact that she nearly got killed on one 'engagement' and forced to be some rich guy's fake fiance in another are the least of her problems now. There is something inside her... something foreign. Whatever Topher Brink did the last time she went into the chair, however he's claimed to have fixed her and the others, he couldn't completely erase the memories.
The child who's growing inside her will be hers and Lindsay's, to love and to teach, but can never be completely theirs, can it? There's the shadow of another person.
Cindy's feeling unsafe within the boundaries of her own body and mind, once more, because these boundaries, she's learned, are overrun too easily.
"It will all be over soon," she says when the tears have finally stopped. It has to. Her sanity depends on it.
Lindsay doesn't give any assurances, just holds her closer. There's no use in pretending; until the task force has served its purpose, they won't be able to go back to their fragile version of 'normal'.
Maybe, Cindy thinks, she can fall asleep.
For a little while...
A violent shiver winds its way down her spine like a foreboding.
Author: Demeter
Fandom: Women's Murder Club/Dollhouse
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy
Summary: Two years after the fall of the Dollhouse, Lindsay and Cindy have created a new life for themselves, but the past is always close behind.
A/N: I take no blame whatsoever.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and James Patterson own. I just wish I did.
"Can you tell me anything about the father?"
The nurse just shrugged apologetically. "The only thing I know is that he had a fondness of sewing... skin."
When she wakes, the tears are already streaming down her face, warm and not the least bit comforting. Even Lindsay's embrace can't entirely chase the tension out of her body, and the images from her mind. Because three hours from now, she'll already be on her way to the airport again, their weekend together over once more.
"I'm sorry," Cindy whispers, but she only cries harder, and it might be silly, but she does feel like the world's about to come to an end; she's been harboring all these fears since Caroline has appeared on their doorstep and brought up all those memories that are lingering under the surface that separates present from past.
"I am. This is bad timing."
Bad timing for this case, for the two of them to be apart. There'll actually never be a good timing. Cindy hates that she's become so frightened all of a sudden, having irrational and disturbing dreams. She has been every it as excited about this baby as Lindsay is, and yet she sometimes wonders if it really was the good idea they thought it was.
She is not handling this well. And there's no one she can tell about it. Not Lindsay who is over the moon, not Jill and Claire whom she can't expect to keep any of her doubts to themselves.
For two years, Cindy has been trying to deny best she can that she wasn't just a casual observer of the proceedings in the Dollhouse; she was part of it, and the fact that she nearly got killed on one 'engagement' and forced to be some rich guy's fake fiance in another are the least of her problems now. There is something inside her... something foreign. Whatever Topher Brink did the last time she went into the chair, however he's claimed to have fixed her and the others, he couldn't completely erase the memories.
The child who's growing inside her will be hers and Lindsay's, to love and to teach, but can never be completely theirs, can it? There's the shadow of another person.
Cindy's feeling unsafe within the boundaries of her own body and mind, once more, because these boundaries, she's learned, are overrun too easily.
"It will all be over soon," she says when the tears have finally stopped. It has to. Her sanity depends on it.
Lindsay doesn't give any assurances, just holds her closer. There's no use in pretending; until the task force has served its purpose, they won't be able to go back to their fragile version of 'normal'.
Maybe, Cindy thinks, she can fall asleep.
For a little while...
A violent shiver winds its way down her spine like a foreboding.