Who We Are (Dollhouse, Paul/Echo)
Title: Who We Are
Characters/Paring: Paul/Echo
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Spoilers/Warnings: For the finale. c:
Summary: She keeps staring at him in awe.
Disclaimer: This wonderful world and its characters belong to Joss Whedon and (unfortunately) FOX. c: I claim no ownership, I just like to play.
A.N: Written for commen_sense's request on me meme challenge. :D I knew once I started it would slide smoothly along, and I was right! I started this like 15 or 20 minutes ago. XD Hee. I hope you like it! <3
It’s funny, he thinks, as he balances the computer wedge gently in his hands, eyes peering down at it with a curiousity he hasn’t known before. He’s spent all this time trying to save Caroline, the body, that he hadn’t even thought about saving Caroline, the mind. Everything that she is and was is on this slab of wires and metal. Sometimes he couldn't believe how naïve he can really be.
She keeps staring at him in awe, gaze flicking from his face to Caroline’s wedge and back. She must feel similar to him at that moment--awed, a little confused, and a lot grateful. He’s not sure what he should call her--others seem to know her as Echo, but she seems like anything but an echo right now.
“You saved her,” she repeats her earlier comment softly, and he offers her a small smile, surprised to find that, for the first time in a while, it’s not a forced one.
“I guess I did,” he concurs, grip tightening almost instinctively. “I’m Paul--”
“Ballard,” she cuts him off with a nod. “Former FBI. I know. I remember.”
He can’t help but ask, the question nagging at his mind even still. “And... what should I call you?”
She shrugs a shoulder, a little half-heartedly if he’s being honest with himself, and glances off to the side as she answers in a whisper, “I don’t know. I’m not even sure who I am anymore.” Her forehead crinkles lightly, and she presses her palm against it. “I have so many names floating around my head.”
His gaze grows slightly sympathetic as the van jolts to a stop, and he offers her a hand as he stands up. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll just stick with Caroline. It suits you.”
Her fingers slide across his easily, interweaving with barely a second thought.
“I’d like that.”
Characters/Paring: Paul/Echo
Rating: G
Word Count: 315
Spoilers/Warnings: For the finale. c:
Summary: She keeps staring at him in awe.
Disclaimer: This wonderful world and its characters belong to Joss Whedon and (unfortunately) FOX. c: I claim no ownership, I just like to play.
A.N: Written for commen_sense's request on me meme challenge. :D I knew once I started it would slide smoothly along, and I was right! I started this like 15 or 20 minutes ago. XD Hee. I hope you like it! <3
It’s funny, he thinks, as he balances the computer wedge gently in his hands, eyes peering down at it with a curiousity he hasn’t known before. He’s spent all this time trying to save Caroline, the body, that he hadn’t even thought about saving Caroline, the mind. Everything that she is and was is on this slab of wires and metal. Sometimes he couldn't believe how naïve he can really be.
She keeps staring at him in awe, gaze flicking from his face to Caroline’s wedge and back. She must feel similar to him at that moment--awed, a little confused, and a lot grateful. He’s not sure what he should call her--others seem to know her as Echo, but she seems like anything but an echo right now.
“You saved her,” she repeats her earlier comment softly, and he offers her a small smile, surprised to find that, for the first time in a while, it’s not a forced one.
“I guess I did,” he concurs, grip tightening almost instinctively. “I’m Paul--”
“Ballard,” she cuts him off with a nod. “Former FBI. I know. I remember.”
He can’t help but ask, the question nagging at his mind even still. “And... what should I call you?”
She shrugs a shoulder, a little half-heartedly if he’s being honest with himself, and glances off to the side as she answers in a whisper, “I don’t know. I’m not even sure who I am anymore.” Her forehead crinkles lightly, and she presses her palm against it. “I have so many names floating around my head.”
His gaze grows slightly sympathetic as the van jolts to a stop, and he offers her a hand as he stands up. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll just stick with Caroline. It suits you.”
Her fingers slide across his easily, interweaving with barely a second thought.
“I’d like that.”