Dollhouse Remix Fic: Eveywhere I Go
Title: Everywhere I Go Remix
Rating: PG
Pairing: Echo/Alpha
Word Count: 531
Summary: Part of the Remix Challenge at whedonland. The original fic witten by vaarna can be found here.
Echo stood there in the remains of what was once her life. She didn’t know what was next; what any of them would do next. Their life’s had been an endless plan in motion that had lead them to this moment. Now that it was over, there was nothing left.
So many of them were gone. Paul was gone. And in many ways, she was gone, as well. There really was no purpose to her existence anymore. She wasn’t made for this new world, the one that they all knew was come. She was made for war and struggle and trying to bring that new world about. She had. Now there was… nothing left. Yet she wanted to live.
Shuffling though the wreckage, Echo’s eyes darted about searching. For reason, for purpose, for something that said ‘Live! Give me a reason to live! Please.’
When she found it, she smiled and walked towards him in a daze. She was a state of being almost unbelieving, yet of having pure knowing and it was completely indescribable.
Him of all people. Could it be? Yes, she felt it. They were so much alike. Everything they had gone though, everything they had become. They were both so unneeded and so alone, yet somehow they had always been together, tied by something that so much bigger then either of them.
“I thought you were gone,” she said, still feeling overwhelmed, yet somehow managing to sit down calmly next to him.
“I meant to leave,” he confessed and smiled unsurely.
She knew that he was feeling it all too, just as powerfully and fully as she was. Everything that was in her and had become of her had happened to him. In an odd way, they were one.
She inched closer to him, tying to show him just how much she understood. “But you found yourself here instead,” she smiled. Neither of them had anywhere else to go.
“I know I should be alone when it all happens-,”
“No, you shouldn’t,” she said forcefully cutting him off. That would mean that she should be alone too and she didn’t want that. Ever.
They looked at each other now, both their eyes meeting with keen desire, begging the other to understand. They were both so tired and so alone. They didn’t want that. Why have that while they could have each other? Paul was gone. There was no one. Why not bond together as two outcasts in a world that was no longer meant for them?
He reached out, offering her his hand. Seeing the gesture, her heart stopped. He was offering he more then most people could understand, but they both did… completely. There was no telling what the future would hold, but they’d face it together. Never alone. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his expecting the gift.
They both smiled. She wasn’t quite happy, but she felt comforted and safe. Leaning into him tenderly, she showed him how much.
“Just let me know in time, if you feel a sudden urge to bomb something,” he whispered into her ear.
Her smile widened and she thought that if she did, she would do just that.
Rating: PG
Pairing: Echo/Alpha
Word Count: 531
Summary: Part of the Remix Challenge at whedonland. The original fic witten by vaarna can be found here.
Echo stood there in the remains of what was once her life. She didn’t know what was next; what any of them would do next. Their life’s had been an endless plan in motion that had lead them to this moment. Now that it was over, there was nothing left.
So many of them were gone. Paul was gone. And in many ways, she was gone, as well. There really was no purpose to her existence anymore. She wasn’t made for this new world, the one that they all knew was come. She was made for war and struggle and trying to bring that new world about. She had. Now there was… nothing left. Yet she wanted to live.
Shuffling though the wreckage, Echo’s eyes darted about searching. For reason, for purpose, for something that said ‘Live! Give me a reason to live! Please.’
When she found it, she smiled and walked towards him in a daze. She was a state of being almost unbelieving, yet of having pure knowing and it was completely indescribable.
Him of all people. Could it be? Yes, she felt it. They were so much alike. Everything they had gone though, everything they had become. They were both so unneeded and so alone, yet somehow they had always been together, tied by something that so much bigger then either of them.
“I thought you were gone,” she said, still feeling overwhelmed, yet somehow managing to sit down calmly next to him.
“I meant to leave,” he confessed and smiled unsurely.
She knew that he was feeling it all too, just as powerfully and fully as she was. Everything that was in her and had become of her had happened to him. In an odd way, they were one.
She inched closer to him, tying to show him just how much she understood. “But you found yourself here instead,” she smiled. Neither of them had anywhere else to go.
“I know I should be alone when it all happens-,”
“No, you shouldn’t,” she said forcefully cutting him off. That would mean that she should be alone too and she didn’t want that. Ever.
They looked at each other now, both their eyes meeting with keen desire, begging the other to understand. They were both so tired and so alone. They didn’t want that. Why have that while they could have each other? Paul was gone. There was no one. Why not bond together as two outcasts in a world that was no longer meant for them?
He reached out, offering her his hand. Seeing the gesture, her heart stopped. He was offering he more then most people could understand, but they both did… completely. There was no telling what the future would hold, but they’d face it together. Never alone. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around his expecting the gift.
They both smiled. She wasn’t quite happy, but she felt comforted and safe. Leaning into him tenderly, she showed him how much.
“Just let me know in time, if you feel a sudden urge to bomb something,” he whispered into her ear.
Her smile widened and she thought that if she did, she would do just that.