Claire/Topher x 3
two claire/topher ficlets. a claire/boyd ficlet is on its way, for the other half of my f-list. : )
...victor/sierra people/everyone else, i'm still working on that...
Title: White Roses
Fandom: Dollhouse
Ship: Claire/Topher
A/N: Written for whedonland. I know this is kind of bizarre but the idea of Topher reading fanfic popped into my head and really wouldn't leave. : )
He can blame the entire thing on Adelle, Topher realizes. Thank God.
Adelle was away, and Boyd isn't nearly as intimidating, and that’s why Topher was googling his name instead of designing Sierra's figure skating imprint.
When one's work is tippy-top secret as Topher’s, googling reveals less. Links to (completely brilliant) college papers; photos from conferences. But skimming page twenty of the results, something weird caught his eye.
"The White Rose," the page was titled.
It was a story; like a fanfiction. But about him, and Dr. Saunders.
In love.
It was kind of creepy.
"Claire Saunders has a normal life," he read, "Or as normal as any other brilliant, sequestered doctor has-except for her dreams. At night she's caught in Wonderland; always falling, or changing in height, or very kindly asking door knobs to open. And white roses. Fields and fields of white roses. That's what she sees once she opens each door.
"In the middle of the roses is a single man. A fellow genius, her age though he doesn’t act it. Topher Brink is sitting in the middle of the field, and when he kisses her she always wakes up."
This is weird, he thought. I should report this. Someone else knows about the Dollhouse. Plus, Adelle would freak; that might be funny. (Or, you know, terrifying.)
But then he thought about Dr. Saunders, and how she would react when she heard. She was shy. It had been weeks before their first conversation after he created her-and after this he doubted she would look him in the eye ever again.
Maybe if he showed it to her privately; didn't update Adelle unless Claire wanted. But then, showing Saunders? Again, weird.
There didn't seem to be a way out of this, so Topher did what any desperate genius would do. He crashed the webpage, set a google alert for any similar posts, and vowed to forget it ever happened.
He couldn't forget it happened.
Every minute with Dr. Saunders was different now. Now there was this possibility, or something, and he was very aware of his own sweat and, well, the awkward. She ignored that as best she could, which was nice of her. She had lots of practice, too, since he suddenly seemed to run into her all the time.
The whole thing could be blamed on Adelle, clearly, but the knowledge didn't help like Topher though it would.
He stood next to Claire as they cleared another November, and, desperate to distract her from the image of a girl in pain (which so clearly upset her, why hadn't he ever noticed?), he finally, unwittingly, asked it.
"Do you ever dream about roses?"
Title: A Good Example
Fandom: Dollhouse
Ship: Claire/Topher, mention of Victor/Sierra
A/N: PURE AND UNADULTERATED FLUFF, if you're into that thing. Written for whedonland, as a present for thelake. I think she liked it...
"So, how is this a good idea again?" Topher asked.
"Victor and Sierra need positive relationship models," Dr. Saunders said. She was using her mature-and-authoritative voice again, the one that Topher secretly liked but was, for appearances sakes, entirely against. "We haven't been setting a good example for these dolls. We're a bit confrontational- don't you think?"
"Victor and Sierra have the minds of children!" He protested. "If they need relationships it would be much faster to just imprint them. In, like, five seconds I can give you the perfect couple. If you...well, if you want the perfect couple. And, anyway, we're not confrontational. How are we even confrontational?"
"Children learn by modeling after their superiors. Topher, the least we can do is behave!"
Topher turned to glance at the pair of dolls sitting nearby- they were hanging on to every word. Their mouths were even open in those little "o"s of shock.
"...you may have a point," he acknowledged.
"Of course I do," Claire agreed. So in the interest of setting a good example, the doctor grabbed her boyfriend for a nearly-professional kiss. By some definition of professional anyway-she was sure Topher could find some moral gray to back them up.
Probably.
You know, she wasn't sure she really cared.
"So," Topher said, reluctantly breaking away. "I'd say, example set."
"Definitely," Claire smiled. "Although, they do say conditioning works best over repeated exposure…"
"I like your science," Topher declared, and indulged in a bit more model behavior.
i'm going to try to get that last 5x5 post up today, although i really ought to be packing for school. but lj is so much more fun, you know?
ETA: also, go check out the fic "tangerines" by
duh_i_read it's very claire/topher, and very cute without being fluffy. : )
...victor/sierra people/everyone else, i'm still working on that...
Title: White Roses
Fandom: Dollhouse
Ship: Claire/Topher
A/N: Written for whedonland. I know this is kind of bizarre but the idea of Topher reading fanfic popped into my head and really wouldn't leave. : )
He can blame the entire thing on Adelle, Topher realizes. Thank God.
Adelle was away, and Boyd isn't nearly as intimidating, and that’s why Topher was googling his name instead of designing Sierra's figure skating imprint.
When one's work is tippy-top secret as Topher’s, googling reveals less. Links to (completely brilliant) college papers; photos from conferences. But skimming page twenty of the results, something weird caught his eye.
"The White Rose," the page was titled.
It was a story; like a fanfiction. But about him, and Dr. Saunders.
In love.
It was kind of creepy.
"Claire Saunders has a normal life," he read, "Or as normal as any other brilliant, sequestered doctor has-except for her dreams. At night she's caught in Wonderland; always falling, or changing in height, or very kindly asking door knobs to open. And white roses. Fields and fields of white roses. That's what she sees once she opens each door.
"In the middle of the roses is a single man. A fellow genius, her age though he doesn’t act it. Topher Brink is sitting in the middle of the field, and when he kisses her she always wakes up."
This is weird, he thought. I should report this. Someone else knows about the Dollhouse. Plus, Adelle would freak; that might be funny. (Or, you know, terrifying.)
But then he thought about Dr. Saunders, and how she would react when she heard. She was shy. It had been weeks before their first conversation after he created her-and after this he doubted she would look him in the eye ever again.
Maybe if he showed it to her privately; didn't update Adelle unless Claire wanted. But then, showing Saunders? Again, weird.
There didn't seem to be a way out of this, so Topher did what any desperate genius would do. He crashed the webpage, set a google alert for any similar posts, and vowed to forget it ever happened.
He couldn't forget it happened.
Every minute with Dr. Saunders was different now. Now there was this possibility, or something, and he was very aware of his own sweat and, well, the awkward. She ignored that as best she could, which was nice of her. She had lots of practice, too, since he suddenly seemed to run into her all the time.
The whole thing could be blamed on Adelle, clearly, but the knowledge didn't help like Topher though it would.
He stood next to Claire as they cleared another November, and, desperate to distract her from the image of a girl in pain (which so clearly upset her, why hadn't he ever noticed?), he finally, unwittingly, asked it.
"Do you ever dream about roses?"
Title: A Good Example
Fandom: Dollhouse
Ship: Claire/Topher, mention of Victor/Sierra
A/N: PURE AND UNADULTERATED FLUFF, if you're into that thing. Written for whedonland, as a present for thelake. I think she liked it...
"So, how is this a good idea again?" Topher asked.
"Victor and Sierra need positive relationship models," Dr. Saunders said. She was using her mature-and-authoritative voice again, the one that Topher secretly liked but was, for appearances sakes, entirely against. "We haven't been setting a good example for these dolls. We're a bit confrontational- don't you think?"
"Victor and Sierra have the minds of children!" He protested. "If they need relationships it would be much faster to just imprint them. In, like, five seconds I can give you the perfect couple. If you...well, if you want the perfect couple. And, anyway, we're not confrontational. How are we even confrontational?"
"Children learn by modeling after their superiors. Topher, the least we can do is behave!"
Topher turned to glance at the pair of dolls sitting nearby- they were hanging on to every word. Their mouths were even open in those little "o"s of shock.
"...you may have a point," he acknowledged.
"Of course I do," Claire agreed. So in the interest of setting a good example, the doctor grabbed her boyfriend for a nearly-professional kiss. By some definition of professional anyway-she was sure Topher could find some moral gray to back them up.
Probably.
You know, she wasn't sure she really cared.
"So," Topher said, reluctantly breaking away. "I'd say, example set."
"Definitely," Claire smiled. "Although, they do say conditioning works best over repeated exposure…"
"I like your science," Topher declared, and indulged in a bit more model behavior.
i'm going to try to get that last 5x5 post up today, although i really ought to be packing for school. but lj is so much more fun, you know?
ETA: also, go check out the fic "tangerines" by
duh_i_read it's very claire/topher, and very cute without being fluffy. : )