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Title The First
Show Dollhouse
Original Character Dr. Rance McGrew, Plastic Surgeon
Word Count 500
Screened or unscreened? Unscreened
Note For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pirateveronica --explained at the end. And, for a fic challenge at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
whedonland , to write a story with an Original Character.
Fic (or link to):
Adelle picked up her drink and stared through the thick glass and amber liquid at her office, picture windows looking out into the night. She took a swig, closed her eyes, and let the memories surface…
The clinking of bottles and the murmur of bar chatter swirl around her as she savors the whisky, trying to tamp down the rising anxiety…or rather, anticipation. Surely he should be here by now? A hand drops on her shoulder and she spins around on the barstool. “Sorry I’m late, babe.” She looks up and her lips part in a smile as he bends down and presses his mouth avidly against hers. She rises up off the stool and urges her full length against him, irresistibly drawn. He pulls out of the kiss, tilts back his head, and looks at her lazily through golden eyelashes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, lifting his fingers to brush her cheek. “No need for any of my skillful ministrations.” As his lips again drop towards hers, she feels her blood surge. But with one small, ruthless part of her mind she’s thinking how lucky she is to have a plastic surgeon as a lover. Could certainly come in handy some day.
The scene shifts, and she’s looking down at her lover—former lover—lying on the reclining chair under a strong light, in a dark room. Beside her, the slight woman in a white coat touches her arm. “He won't feel any pain,” she says softly. “You know this was the only way to save him. He was a great man, and was lost, but now he can be found again.”
Adelle feels her eyes turn to ice. She twists her lips and moves imperceptibly away from the other’s touch. “Yes, indeed. I have no qualms. The procedure was fully tested; it was time to put it into action. And what could be more appropriate than taking out a psychotic slasher?” Her lips untwist and her jaw sets firmly.
The young doctor moves to the side table and picks up a pen. “It seems odd, since he’s the only one, but I’ll ID him anyway. You know, protocol.” She essays a small laugh, but her smile fades as she looks at the vinyl-coated wristband. Her eyes flicker over, uneasily. “What name…I…”
Adelle lets out a harsh breath. “Well, we can hardly call him Dr. Rance McGrew while he’s shuffling around in pyjamas, waiting to be imprinted with a different personality every day. And it seems ill luck to call him by his more recent alias.” She feels a clutch at her heart, a momentary panic, then reasserts. “Either would be incongruous.” She thinks for a moment. “He is our number one,” she says, her voice suddenly soft as she reaches, almost involuntarily, toward the still figure. “The First. We’ll call him…Alpha.” She turns on her stiletto heel and strides out of the room before she can see the doctor wrap the band around the pale wrist and set the glowing scanner around the red-gold hair.
Author's Note: This vignette is especially forpirateveronica , because during Bingo I promised an Adelle/Alpha if those two came up in the next round. (Of course they didn't, but anyway.) This isn't quite that, but it's as close as I'm going to get for now.
Show Dollhouse
Original Character Dr. Rance McGrew, Plastic Surgeon
Word Count 500
Screened or unscreened? Unscreened
Note For
pirateveronica --explained at the end. And, for a fic challenge at whedonland , to write a story with an Original Character.Fic (or link to):
Adelle picked up her drink and stared through the thick glass and amber liquid at her office, picture windows looking out into the night. She took a swig, closed her eyes, and let the memories surface…
The clinking of bottles and the murmur of bar chatter swirl around her as she savors the whisky, trying to tamp down the rising anxiety…or rather, anticipation. Surely he should be here by now? A hand drops on her shoulder and she spins around on the barstool. “Sorry I’m late, babe.” She looks up and her lips part in a smile as he bends down and presses his mouth avidly against hers. She rises up off the stool and urges her full length against him, irresistibly drawn. He pulls out of the kiss, tilts back his head, and looks at her lazily through golden eyelashes. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, lifting his fingers to brush her cheek. “No need for any of my skillful ministrations.” As his lips again drop towards hers, she feels her blood surge. But with one small, ruthless part of her mind she’s thinking how lucky she is to have a plastic surgeon as a lover. Could certainly come in handy some day.
The scene shifts, and she’s looking down at her lover—former lover—lying on the reclining chair under a strong light, in a dark room. Beside her, the slight woman in a white coat touches her arm. “He won't feel any pain,” she says softly. “You know this was the only way to save him. He was a great man, and was lost, but now he can be found again.”
Adelle feels her eyes turn to ice. She twists her lips and moves imperceptibly away from the other’s touch. “Yes, indeed. I have no qualms. The procedure was fully tested; it was time to put it into action. And what could be more appropriate than taking out a psychotic slasher?” Her lips untwist and her jaw sets firmly.
The young doctor moves to the side table and picks up a pen. “It seems odd, since he’s the only one, but I’ll ID him anyway. You know, protocol.” She essays a small laugh, but her smile fades as she looks at the vinyl-coated wristband. Her eyes flicker over, uneasily. “What name…I…”
Adelle lets out a harsh breath. “Well, we can hardly call him Dr. Rance McGrew while he’s shuffling around in pyjamas, waiting to be imprinted with a different personality every day. And it seems ill luck to call him by his more recent alias.” She feels a clutch at her heart, a momentary panic, then reasserts. “Either would be incongruous.” She thinks for a moment. “He is our number one,” she says, her voice suddenly soft as she reaches, almost involuntarily, toward the still figure. “The First. We’ll call him…Alpha.” She turns on her stiletto heel and strides out of the room before she can see the doctor wrap the band around the pale wrist and set the glowing scanner around the red-gold hair.
Author's Note: This vignette is especially for
pirateveronica , because during Bingo I promised an Adelle/Alpha if those two came up in the next round. (Of course they didn't, but anyway.) This isn't quite that, but it's as close as I'm going to get for now.
