Dollhouse, "Waiting in the Cold" Mellie, Paul
Fandom: Dollhouse
Title: Waiting in the Cold
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairing: Mellie, one-sided Mellie/Paul
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 393
Spoilers: all current "Dollhouse" episodes
Notes: Written for the March Situation Challenge: Stalking, at dollhouseflash.
Summary: The food goes cold, and Mellie has to accept that Paul isn't coming back any time soon.
Waiting in the Cold
Mellie leans over the stove and tries not to cry when the casserole has turned cold.
Paul Ballard is gone again. She hasn’t even seen him since his dismissal from the hospital. She was hoping that he’d come back and she’d see him jangling his keys at the door, and she could offer him a warm smile to ease his cold and troubled eyes.
But the hallways are lonely and she just wasted another meal. Idly, she turns the fork in the food and spins egg, chicken and onions around the fork and takes a bite.
Cold. Just like Paul when she’s trying to reach out to him. She knows he’s always polite, but it’s hard for her to obtain his interest. He’s so focused on his work, and she knows he’s out there saving people and making the world a better place.
She just wishes he’d make her world a better place, and seeing him once in awhile just isn’t enough.
Mellie sighs languidly and tosses the fork into the sink. She wraps up the uneaten food and stores it in the fridge. She’d rather throw it away and not have to remember what the food is meant for, but she can’t really waste it. It’s not her style.
She strides over to her door and peeks out the hole when she thinks she hears something. It’s nothing more than the creaks and whines of the structure of the building. It always is.
Mellie shakes her head and tells herself to find something else to do: clean her bathroom or read a long book - something.
Paul Ballard isn’t coming back, and even if he does, he doesn’t stay long enough to spare her a second glance. And she knows better; the more she yearns for him, the more she hates feeling like some kind of obsessed stalker.
She doesn’t admit to that just yet. Maybe she can reach him, and jealousy aside, maybe this Caroline isn’t as important as she senses in his eyes. It’s just work, she tells herself.
Mellie smiles and lifts her chin with hope. She picks up the worn copy of a Kathleen Woodiwiss novel and pushes her niggling thoughts away. She can settle for false romance now.
But until Paul comes back, she’ll keep trying. For now she’ll continue to wait.
Title: Waiting in the Cold
Author: Paynesgrey
Characters/Pairing: Mellie, one-sided Mellie/Paul
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 393
Spoilers: all current "Dollhouse" episodes
Notes: Written for the March Situation Challenge: Stalking, at dollhouseflash.
Summary: The food goes cold, and Mellie has to accept that Paul isn't coming back any time soon.
Waiting in the Cold
Mellie leans over the stove and tries not to cry when the casserole has turned cold.
Paul Ballard is gone again. She hasn’t even seen him since his dismissal from the hospital. She was hoping that he’d come back and she’d see him jangling his keys at the door, and she could offer him a warm smile to ease his cold and troubled eyes.
But the hallways are lonely and she just wasted another meal. Idly, she turns the fork in the food and spins egg, chicken and onions around the fork and takes a bite.
Cold. Just like Paul when she’s trying to reach out to him. She knows he’s always polite, but it’s hard for her to obtain his interest. He’s so focused on his work, and she knows he’s out there saving people and making the world a better place.
She just wishes he’d make her world a better place, and seeing him once in awhile just isn’t enough.
Mellie sighs languidly and tosses the fork into the sink. She wraps up the uneaten food and stores it in the fridge. She’d rather throw it away and not have to remember what the food is meant for, but she can’t really waste it. It’s not her style.
She strides over to her door and peeks out the hole when she thinks she hears something. It’s nothing more than the creaks and whines of the structure of the building. It always is.
Mellie shakes her head and tells herself to find something else to do: clean her bathroom or read a long book - something.
Paul Ballard isn’t coming back, and even if he does, he doesn’t stay long enough to spare her a second glance. And she knows better; the more she yearns for him, the more she hates feeling like some kind of obsessed stalker.
She doesn’t admit to that just yet. Maybe she can reach him, and jealousy aside, maybe this Caroline isn’t as important as she senses in his eyes. It’s just work, she tells herself.
Mellie smiles and lifts her chin with hope. She picks up the worn copy of a Kathleen Woodiwiss novel and pushes her niggling thoughts away. She can settle for false romance now.
But until Paul comes back, she’ll keep trying. For now she’ll continue to wait.