Dollhouse - Echo/Sierra (Jordan/Audra) - Right kind of wrong
Title: Right kind of wrong
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pair: Echo/Sierra (Jordan/Audra)
Words: 170
Rating: G
AN: Set in Season 1, Episode 3 "Stage Fright"
AN: Title from LeAnn Rimes, "Right kind of wrong"
Prompt: femslash100 - #496 Name
“You said your name is Audra?” Jordan asks.
“Yeah,” the girl answers, still a little shaky because of the events earlier.
“Huh,” Jordan just says. “Audra,” she repeats and tries to figure out what is wrong with that name suddenly. Somehow it doesn’t fit anymore, somehow it sounds … simply wrong.
“Your name is Jordan, right?” Audra says, and suddenly the brunette also thinks that her name sounds wrong, but then the blonde touches her arm and she’s warm and the spot tingles pleasantly and it feels simply right.
Jordan smiles. “Yeah.”
She doesn’t want to focus on words and names, only on that feeling she just experienced, and since she always did what she wanted to she’s not hesitating to lay her arm around the other girl (she refuses to think that wrong name again) to make things right. It feels familiar.
The blonde leans in and smiles.
And the only thing Jordan can think as they walk like this: ‘This is real. This is right. Screw the names.’
Fandom: Dollhouse
Pair: Echo/Sierra (Jordan/Audra)
Words: 170
Rating: G
AN: Set in Season 1, Episode 3 "Stage Fright"
AN: Title from LeAnn Rimes, "Right kind of wrong"
Prompt: femslash100 - #496 Name
“You said your name is Audra?” Jordan asks.
“Yeah,” the girl answers, still a little shaky because of the events earlier.
“Huh,” Jordan just says. “Audra,” she repeats and tries to figure out what is wrong with that name suddenly. Somehow it doesn’t fit anymore, somehow it sounds … simply wrong.
“Your name is Jordan, right?” Audra says, and suddenly the brunette also thinks that her name sounds wrong, but then the blonde touches her arm and she’s warm and the spot tingles pleasantly and it feels simply right.
Jordan smiles. “Yeah.”
She doesn’t want to focus on words and names, only on that feeling she just experienced, and since she always did what she wanted to she’s not hesitating to lay her arm around the other girl (she refuses to think that wrong name again) to make things right. It feels familiar.
The blonde leans in and smiles.
And the only thing Jordan can think as they walk like this: ‘This is real. This is right. Screw the names.’