"Release" (pg11) Dollhouse/Numb3rs drabble crossover
Title: Release
Author: Keenir
Fandom: Dollhouse/Numb3rs
Characters: Amita Ramanujan, cameos of Victor, Dominic, Sierra, mention of Charlie.
Spoilers: Echoes
Word Count: 232
Disclaimer: I own none of the character, and the middle flower is green.
Cross posted to: dollhouseflash, and soon(ish) to numb3rs100
Summary: It was a perfectly normal day at the University - then the unfortunate happened.
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Amita Ramanujan shook her head once the rambunctious students had passed - she'd dodged out of their way, not spilling more than a few drops of her Starbucks chai latte and spilling none of the papers or pages she had been taking to her car, but hadn't dodged fast enough to keep from getting a mild head-slap from some kid screaming "I'm a tigger too! I'm a tigger too!"
Amita sighed. Charlie had just called a few minutes ago and asked her to bring some files over to the FBI building for him. So she was doing exactly that - and balancing a drink in her other hand, a pad of paper gripped between that upper arm and her torso..."and people like that don't make my job easy," she said under her breath. But it didn't feel like there was any damage done to her skull, so she went on her way.
Cold throbbing burst out suddenly against the backs of Amita's eyes similtaneous with flashes of barros and ghettos and poverty, similtaneous with her own voice in her head saying I want to be my best, and knowing what to do.
Across the lawn, Amita could see Victor and Sierra talking to Dominic and handlers about something. She wasn't sure how she knew the names, just that she did, just like she knew so much math.
And then Amita wasn't there.
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the end?
Author: Keenir
Fandom: Dollhouse/Numb3rs
Characters: Amita Ramanujan, cameos of Victor, Dominic, Sierra, mention of Charlie.
Spoilers: Echoes
Word Count: 232
Disclaimer: I own none of the character, and the middle flower is green.
Cross posted to: dollhouseflash, and soon(ish) to numb3rs100
Summary: It was a perfectly normal day at the University - then the unfortunate happened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Amita Ramanujan shook her head once the rambunctious students had passed - she'd dodged out of their way, not spilling more than a few drops of her Starbucks chai latte and spilling none of the papers or pages she had been taking to her car, but hadn't dodged fast enough to keep from getting a mild head-slap from some kid screaming "I'm a tigger too! I'm a tigger too!"
Amita sighed. Charlie had just called a few minutes ago and asked her to bring some files over to the FBI building for him. So she was doing exactly that - and balancing a drink in her other hand, a pad of paper gripped between that upper arm and her torso..."and people like that don't make my job easy," she said under her breath. But it didn't feel like there was any damage done to her skull, so she went on her way.
Cold throbbing burst out suddenly against the backs of Amita's eyes similtaneous with flashes of barros and ghettos and poverty, similtaneous with her own voice in her head saying I want to be my best, and knowing what to do.
Across the lawn, Amita could see Victor and Sierra talking to Dominic and handlers about something. She wasn't sure how she knew the names, just that she did, just like she knew so much math.
And then Amita wasn't there.
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the end?