Crazing (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: Crazing
Fandom: Dollhouse
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 360
Characters/Pairings: Echo, Domonic
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: Up to "True Believer"
Summery: Crazing occurs in regions of high hydrostatic tension, or in regions of very localized yielding (...) If an applied tensile load is sufficient, these bridges elongate and break, causing the microvoids to grow and coalesce; as microvoids coalesce, cracks begin to form.
Author’s Notes: after watching "The Target" I got a bunny.
"You think you're fooling everyone, but I see you --"
He was here again. The man with the glass eyes. Echo went into herself; deep, deep, buried away, but underneath she was there. He stopped again to talk to her. He thought he was clever; figuring her out. He thought she was going wrong. He couldn't be more wrong if he -- she licked her tongue against the inside of her cheek. Echo's mouth always hurt after her sessions. She always hurt after her sessions. And he was still talking to her. Talking down -big talker- (talking out of his ass!). She begin to hum a long, just to make sense of it all.
He stepped closer raising his hand in the air and she had a flash of recognition.
Those fingers, her left shoulder ... the dark circles could snuggle up just right, nice, cozy, fitting perfectly with his fingers. And his voice was still going. The humming wasn't helping, and her complacent mask fell into a flutter of confusion.
"-I will see you brought down, and I hope I have the pleasure of putting you there myself. You worthless piece of shit bi-"
And how he slept, with the heel of her hand brought up swiftly in an up sweeping motion. It crushed onto the bridge of his noes, breaking off a significant shard that sliding into the soft tissue of his brain. He didn't have time, even, to react to the blood which wept from the gaping hole in his face.
He just fell. He just lay there, and oh how he slept.
Her bottom lip poked in soft amusement at the pleasant thoughts of her hands bathed in his blood.
"What are you smiling at, you idiot?" He asked dully.
"It's time to sleep, now." She smiled sweetly, blamelessly and stepped past him on nimble feet.
He turned as she glided smoothly onward. "You aught to watch your step in the future, Echo. We wouldn't want to get anymore bruises on that pretty face of yours."
She turned her head and smiled at him over her purpled and blue shoulder. "Sleep hard" then whispered ".... Dominic."