new: "Triune Whiskey"
Title: Triune Whiskey.
Author: Keenir
Rating: PG
POV: Dr Claire Saunders.
Spoilers: Omega.
Disclaimer: I own none of the canon characters of the Dollhouse. The Dollhouse does not exist, and even if it did, it would not belong to me.
Summary: "I know who I am," Doctor Saunders told Topher.
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I know who I am, she had told Topher. And she does - knows exactly who she is.
I am Dr Saunders. I am the doctor for the Dollhouse. I treat their pains and soothe their sores, making them fit for duty once again. I live in the Dollhouse, I live for the Dollhouse.
I am Whiskey. I am a Doll. I have been many people, none of whom were real. I am a Doll who was broken a year ago, and not even while on assignment; crippled and dehabilitated here, right here, in the place where a Doll should be - is supposed to be - the safest.
I am someone else. I have a name, one I possessed when I walked through those doors and signed that contract for five years. I don't want to know who I am, not now and not ever. If I know, then the pain will return - the hurt of knowing I could never return to whatever I did, whomever I loved before I signed on. I am someone else, but it is for the best that I was someone else. Leave that door closed.
I am my job. Thus I am all of that.
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The End
Author: Keenir
Rating: PG
POV: Dr Claire Saunders.
Spoilers: Omega.
Disclaimer: I own none of the canon characters of the Dollhouse. The Dollhouse does not exist, and even if it did, it would not belong to me.
Summary: "I know who I am," Doctor Saunders told Topher.
`~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know who I am, she had told Topher. And she does - knows exactly who she is.
I am Dr Saunders. I am the doctor for the Dollhouse. I treat their pains and soothe their sores, making them fit for duty once again. I live in the Dollhouse, I live for the Dollhouse.
I am Whiskey. I am a Doll. I have been many people, none of whom were real. I am a Doll who was broken a year ago, and not even while on assignment; crippled and dehabilitated here, right here, in the place where a Doll should be - is supposed to be - the safest.
I am someone else. I have a name, one I possessed when I walked through those doors and signed that contract for five years. I don't want to know who I am, not now and not ever. If I know, then the pain will return - the hurt of knowing I could never return to whatever I did, whomever I loved before I signed on. I am someone else, but it is for the best that I was someone else. Leave that door closed.
I am my job. Thus I am all of that.
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The End