Ghost and the Machine
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catkoTitle: Ghost and the Machine
Fandom/Characters: Dollhouse; Echo
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: PG; no warnings, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I don’t own, but I do enjoy.
Summary: 150 words; hints at a crossover. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dollhousefics , challenge 001, "ghost."
She’s all body; pure feeling. The roaring engine shakes her bones, ears filled with her own screaming, whooping. Eyes wide with lights zipping past at warp speed. Knuckles burn around the handgrips. She dips her head down quick, and catches a whiff of leather.
Suddenly, the wild sensations jolt into a memory, sharp and bright. She’s pressed against a school window, outside looking in. The sun on her back, smell of the leather on her body, the joyful vibrancy of being young and alive. It’s there, filling her, like a spirit…
A shout cuts through the glow; shadowed walls close in, then tilt and whirl; the hunk between her thighs lurches; and her body goes into a split-second freefall. Hits the ground hard. Engine sputtering, blinding pain, the stench of dirt and smoke. Slammed into reality, she leaps to her feet, and looks around. But the ghost is gone.
Fandom/Characters: Dollhouse; Echo
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: PG; no warnings, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I don’t own, but I do enjoy.
Summary: 150 words; hints at a crossover. For
dollhousefics , challenge 001, "ghost."She’s all body; pure feeling. The roaring engine shakes her bones, ears filled with her own screaming, whooping. Eyes wide with lights zipping past at warp speed. Knuckles burn around the handgrips. She dips her head down quick, and catches a whiff of leather.
Suddenly, the wild sensations jolt into a memory, sharp and bright. She’s pressed against a school window, outside looking in. The sun on her back, smell of the leather on her body, the joyful vibrancy of being young and alive. It’s there, filling her, like a spirit…
A shout cuts through the glow; shadowed walls close in, then tilt and whirl; the hunk between her thighs lurches; and her body goes into a split-second freefall. Hits the ground hard. Engine sputtering, blinding pain, the stench of dirt and smoke. Slammed into reality, she leaps to her feet, and looks around. But the ghost is gone.
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Date: 2009-02-20 03:03 am (UTC)