Prompt 38.5 "Forget"
The struggling artist came up to him with tears streaming down her face. She grasped his hands in hers, squeezing tightly. Though she was too overwhelmed for words he could tell that her tears were the grateful kind. He offered her a comforting smile and patted her hand.
“Thank you,” she choked out at last. “Thank you so much. My dream is finally coming true because of you.”
“It was nothing,” he assured her with a wave of his hand. “I was glad to be of assistance.”
“I’ll never forget it,” she promised. He smiled again, squeezing her hand one last time before slipping away. A man was waiting for him, leaning casually against a black van.
“Ready for your treatment?” the man asked.
“Yes. That sounds lovely.” He got in the van, chatting amiably with his companion. Then he was alone in the elevator, heading for a certain chair…
---
It was lunch-time, and Kilo’s eyes swept the dining area looking for a place to sit. He found one and settled down to eat. Today the food was broccoli casserole with fruit salad. Kilo enjoyed fruit. He couldn’t decide which one he liked best.
“The fruit is delicious,” he mentioned, hoping Echo would have an opinion. She often had interesting things to say.
“Yes,” she agreed as she speared a grape and popped it into her mouth. “They’re naturally sweet.” Kilo waited, but the girl seemed focused on her meal. Kilo did the same. For a while the Dolls ate in silence.
“I climbed all the way to the top of the rock wall today,” Kilo told Echo.
“That’s very good,” she commented.
“It reminded me of a dream,” Kilo continued. There was a clank of silverware as Echo put down her fork. She stared at the male Doll with a spark of understanding in her eyes.
“Dreams are important,” she agreed. “Don’t forget them.” Kilo nodded, wanting to take Echo’s advice. She seemed to know a lot of things. But it was difficult to think about dreams when he couldn’t even decide which fruit was his favorite.
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He finished a high-risk engagement and was being examined by Dr. Saunders. She was very nice. Whenever Kilo had to see her she would give him a lollipop at the end; sometimes she gave him two so he could give the second one to a friend. The examination finished with a clean bill of health.
“I have to say, Kilo, that you are very lucky,” the doctor told him. “You never seem to get hurt.”
“Does that hurt?” Kilo asked, reaching to touch one of her scars. Dr. Saunders politely avoided his touch.
“No,” she assured him. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“But it’s broken,” the Doll insisted.
“I know.” Dr. Saunders turned away for a moment to get the tin of lollipops. “I want it to be broken.”
“Why?” Kilo asked as he took a lollipop.
“So I won’t forget.” Dr. Saunders let their conversation drop with those words. Kilo unwrapped the lollipop, sticking it in his mouth. Dr. Saunders was so nice…
---
He started to notice something. When he woke up in the pods, the first thing he saw was the ceiling. When he woke up in the chair, he saw a man. Sometimes the man wore collared shirts and sometimes he wore a fuzzy vest.
“Hello, Kilo,” the man greeted him in a soft, soothing voice. “How are you feeling?”
“Did I fall asleep?”
“For a little while.” Topher. That was the man’s name. He had a nice smile.
“Shall I go now?” Kilo asked.
“If you like,” Topher responded. Kilo slid out of the chair, tilting his head thoughtfully. He reached forward and ran his fingers through Topher’s hair so part of it was sticking up.
“There,” the Doll said happily. “I like your hair that way. It’s more Topher.” The man looked flustered and was unable to find words. “I think you are a nice person, Topher,” the Doll continued. “Don’t forget that.” His eyes met with the man’s, his fingers brushing over where Topher’s heart beat. Then he left the room.
---
Peter was free from that place much sooner than he expected. Things were happening there that no one counted on, and all the Dolls were dismissed to their own lives. Peter tried putting the Dollhouse behind him and go back to his life but it was difficult to do so.
He couldn’t sleep in his bed anymore. He found the bathtub much more comfortable. Peter bought a little tree and some sketch pads, and spent a lot of time working on both. He found a gym with a pool and a rock wall. And there were other things, too, like certain phrases he would use in his speech.
The whole point was to forget the Dollhouse, but something inside Peter wouldn’t allow it.
Muse: Peter Petrelli/"Kilo"
Fandom: Heroes/Dollhouse crossover
WC: 810
Featuring Echo, Saunders (scarredidentity mine) and Topher (amoral_savior used with love)
“Thank you,” she choked out at last. “Thank you so much. My dream is finally coming true because of you.”
“It was nothing,” he assured her with a wave of his hand. “I was glad to be of assistance.”
“I’ll never forget it,” she promised. He smiled again, squeezing her hand one last time before slipping away. A man was waiting for him, leaning casually against a black van.
“Ready for your treatment?” the man asked.
“Yes. That sounds lovely.” He got in the van, chatting amiably with his companion. Then he was alone in the elevator, heading for a certain chair…
---
It was lunch-time, and Kilo’s eyes swept the dining area looking for a place to sit. He found one and settled down to eat. Today the food was broccoli casserole with fruit salad. Kilo enjoyed fruit. He couldn’t decide which one he liked best.
“The fruit is delicious,” he mentioned, hoping Echo would have an opinion. She often had interesting things to say.
“Yes,” she agreed as she speared a grape and popped it into her mouth. “They’re naturally sweet.” Kilo waited, but the girl seemed focused on her meal. Kilo did the same. For a while the Dolls ate in silence.
“I climbed all the way to the top of the rock wall today,” Kilo told Echo.
“That’s very good,” she commented.
“It reminded me of a dream,” Kilo continued. There was a clank of silverware as Echo put down her fork. She stared at the male Doll with a spark of understanding in her eyes.
“Dreams are important,” she agreed. “Don’t forget them.” Kilo nodded, wanting to take Echo’s advice. She seemed to know a lot of things. But it was difficult to think about dreams when he couldn’t even decide which fruit was his favorite.
---
He finished a high-risk engagement and was being examined by Dr. Saunders. She was very nice. Whenever Kilo had to see her she would give him a lollipop at the end; sometimes she gave him two so he could give the second one to a friend. The examination finished with a clean bill of health.
“I have to say, Kilo, that you are very lucky,” the doctor told him. “You never seem to get hurt.”
“Does that hurt?” Kilo asked, reaching to touch one of her scars. Dr. Saunders politely avoided his touch.
“No,” she assured him. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“But it’s broken,” the Doll insisted.
“I know.” Dr. Saunders turned away for a moment to get the tin of lollipops. “I want it to be broken.”
“Why?” Kilo asked as he took a lollipop.
“So I won’t forget.” Dr. Saunders let their conversation drop with those words. Kilo unwrapped the lollipop, sticking it in his mouth. Dr. Saunders was so nice…
---
He started to notice something. When he woke up in the pods, the first thing he saw was the ceiling. When he woke up in the chair, he saw a man. Sometimes the man wore collared shirts and sometimes he wore a fuzzy vest.
“Hello, Kilo,” the man greeted him in a soft, soothing voice. “How are you feeling?”
“Did I fall asleep?”
“For a little while.” Topher. That was the man’s name. He had a nice smile.
“Shall I go now?” Kilo asked.
“If you like,” Topher responded. Kilo slid out of the chair, tilting his head thoughtfully. He reached forward and ran his fingers through Topher’s hair so part of it was sticking up.
“There,” the Doll said happily. “I like your hair that way. It’s more Topher.” The man looked flustered and was unable to find words. “I think you are a nice person, Topher,” the Doll continued. “Don’t forget that.” His eyes met with the man’s, his fingers brushing over where Topher’s heart beat. Then he left the room.
---
Peter was free from that place much sooner than he expected. Things were happening there that no one counted on, and all the Dolls were dismissed to their own lives. Peter tried putting the Dollhouse behind him and go back to his life but it was difficult to do so.
He couldn’t sleep in his bed anymore. He found the bathtub much more comfortable. Peter bought a little tree and some sketch pads, and spent a lot of time working on both. He found a gym with a pool and a rock wall. And there were other things, too, like certain phrases he would use in his speech.
The whole point was to forget the Dollhouse, but something inside Peter wouldn’t allow it.
Muse: Peter Petrelli/"Kilo"
Fandom: Heroes/Dollhouse crossover
WC: 810
Featuring Echo, Saunders (scarredidentity mine) and Topher (amoral_savior used with love)