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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman, Topher Brink
Fandom: Hellboy/Dollhouse Crossover
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1500
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scifi_muses vol2. week 24
Billy: It's empty, just like my soul.
AN: Liz has signed on the dotted line. Now she gets to meet the programmer for the LA Dollhouse.
Part 1
"Mr. Brink.” DeWitt’s voice is no warmer when she addresses him. Somehow I’m not surprised. She seems about as warm and cuddly as ice cream. Not that I’ve ever tried to cuddle ice cream.
“Boss lady?” Topher Brink has got his head buried in a bunch of parts. Computer parts. The desk is littered with bits and pieces and the walls covered with this and that in amongst the super computers. Apart from the massive amount of tech, it reminds me of Red’s room a bit. No, it reminds me of his room a lot. “Kinda busy with all this right now and…” Topher stops mid-sentence, turns and stares at me. “Is this her? The one they told me about?” He drops both tools he was holding in his hands and rushes over to me, his hands outstretched. He seems almost puppy like he’s so eager. It’s kind of creepy. DeWitt shoots him a look that screams ‘Stop it.’ I’m thankful for that. I don’t want this guy pawing at me. I know I’m a freak. He doesn’t need to remind me.
“Hi.” I say softly as he gets close to me. I don’t really know what to say. He’s looking at my head as if he wants to crack it open and poke around like I’m a damn treasure chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if he drooled a little bit. Maybe I am some kind of treasure to him. DeWitt said he’d be excited to see me, after all.
“I’ll leave you to it, then.” She nods to him and then to me before she walks out of the room. Just me and the little puppy now. Wonderful.
“How’s it work?” He reaches up again like he wants to touch my face. I pull back with a scowl. Is this the way it’s going to work? Does he get to manhandle me because I signed those forms? I knew I should have actually read them.
“How does what work?” I snap at him. Like I don’t know what he means. My eyes dart around the room. I hope this kid knows what he’s doing. My luck I’ll end up with scrambled eggs for brains. Still better than what’s kicking around in my head right now, I suppose.
“The,” He lowers his voice, as if someone had the room bugged or something. It’s possible. Actually, it’s very probable. “Pyrokinesis. How do you do it? ”
“What do you care?” He’s not supposed to ask a lot of questions. That was part of the deal. I don’t want to answer a bunch of questions. I just want it gone. The memories, the regret, everything. She said it would be a blank slate and I want that.
“Ok, calm down, hot stuff. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He hold ups his hands defensively. “Call is scientific curiosity. You’re very interesting.” He folds his hands together and chuckles as I stare at him blankly. “So very interesting.” He says softly. In an instant he’s off, gathering up discs from the desk and the shelves, and clicking away at several keyboards. He’s so focused on the screens I almost wonder if he’s forgotten I’m here until I hear my own voice on the screen.
"I don’t like the term firestarter. I just don’t. And pyrokinesis sounds like some kind of psychosis….” He’s smiling at the screen, watching my interview with the BPRD. “You look nicer with long hair.” He says absentmindedly, his eyes still fixed on the screen. He watches the whole thing, 4 times. He interjects odd commentary here and there like I’m not the one up there in the screen.
I don’t think I like this guy.
“Does it hurt?” He turns and approaches me again, still smiling once the video ends. “When you go,” He makes a ‘whoosh’ sound and big hands like an explosion. “You know, KAPOW?”
I look at him a moment. This is the guy who’s going to save me? This is the guy they let into people’s brains? A guy who calls my fire ‘kapow’? Jesus Christ.
“Of course it hurts. It’s fire.” I glare at him. He has to be the most stupid super-genius on the planet. “It kills people.” I say harshly. He’s obviously seen my files. What the hell does he have to ask for?
“No, no. I want to know if it hurts you?” His eyes are sparkling again like when he wanted to touch me. I don’t want him to touch me. “Does it hurt you when you’re on fire?”
“No.” I say immediately, though very softly. I drop my head, not wanting to share with him but I’m pretty sure he won’t stop badgering me about it. I’m the same way. When I want to know something, I’ll find out. No matter what.
“It doesn’t hurt. It kind of…tickles a bit. Like goose bumps.” I rub my bare arms and nervously glance around the room before I meet his eyes again. So many questions, at least I’ll forget them all once this is over with. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it. It’s worse when I get upset. Much worse.”
“That is so COOL!” He rushes back over to one of the keyboards and clicks away frantically. “Emotions. Feelings. Of course. Why didn’t I think of that? You are not like the other Bison. You’re like an Ultra-Super -Bison. ” He’s muttering to himself more than me again. He rushes back over to me just as fast and doesn’t hesitate to reach up and touch my face this time. My eyes widen but I don’t pull away.
“I need a few days, sometime to check out what’s going on inside that brain.” He says point blank. It’s not a question, more of a demand. It’s my head, it’s ME, and it doesn’t even faze him. He really does think I’m just a piece of meat.
“NO!” I pull both his hands off my head sharply, but don’t step away. “That’s not part of the deal. The deal is you make it go away and I work for you…people. Stop asking questions. Stop acting like I’m some kind of super…bison, and stop touching my fucking head!”
“Right. Gotcha.” He steps back and grins before he wonders into the back part of his office, if you could call this an office. The back room is nicer. Filled from floor to ceiling with computers and more screens and technology I can’t even identify. I follow him cautiously, watching as he pulls a hard drive from an anti-static sleeve. There’s a huge chair in the middle of the room, like a masseuse chair lined with blue neon.
“Are you sure I can’t…?” He says hopefully as the chair starts to hum and whir, like a giant computer. “Just a little bit. It might help. Maybe you don’t have to do this. I know you signed the papers but, it’s not a done deal until we…” He opens his arms and gestures to the chair.
“NO!” I’m repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. “I have to. It’s the only way.” I nod as if I’m sure of it. I’m really not all that sure. I thought dumping my fire into that Homunculus was the only way. I though Agartha was the only way. I thought Bellamie was the only way. All of the attempts were horrible failures, all ending in death, in destruction. All of it my fault.
“There’s always another way.” He pushes past me; back to looking at the screen my interview was on moments ago, this time looking at a brain. My brain. “You have a remarkable brain. I think it should stay in your head. Not here.” He taps the drive he just unwrapped with his finger without even looking at me. “We could learn so much from you about why things are…changing. You’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
“Sucks to be you, then. I didn’t sign up to be a guinea pig.” I cross my arms over my chest and frown. “When can we do this? My feet are getting tried from following you all over.”
“We need to back you up first. So when you’re contract is over we can put you back the way you were.” He picks up the drive and walks to the back of the chair. “Have a seat. Well, a lay. Lay down, I mean.” He gestures to the chair and I’m down in it in a heartbeat.
He’s standing over me with an almost sad expression. God damn, this guy is weird! “Let’s get this over with so I can get on with my non-life, OK?”
Fandom: Hellboy/Dollhouse Crossover
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1500
Prompt:
scifi_muses vol2. week 24Billy: It's empty, just like my soul.
AN: Liz has signed on the dotted line. Now she gets to meet the programmer for the LA Dollhouse.
Part 1
"Mr. Brink.” DeWitt’s voice is no warmer when she addresses him. Somehow I’m not surprised. She seems about as warm and cuddly as ice cream. Not that I’ve ever tried to cuddle ice cream.
“Boss lady?” Topher Brink has got his head buried in a bunch of parts. Computer parts. The desk is littered with bits and pieces and the walls covered with this and that in amongst the super computers. Apart from the massive amount of tech, it reminds me of Red’s room a bit. No, it reminds me of his room a lot. “Kinda busy with all this right now and…” Topher stops mid-sentence, turns and stares at me. “Is this her? The one they told me about?” He drops both tools he was holding in his hands and rushes over to me, his hands outstretched. He seems almost puppy like he’s so eager. It’s kind of creepy. DeWitt shoots him a look that screams ‘Stop it.’ I’m thankful for that. I don’t want this guy pawing at me. I know I’m a freak. He doesn’t need to remind me.
“Hi.” I say softly as he gets close to me. I don’t really know what to say. He’s looking at my head as if he wants to crack it open and poke around like I’m a damn treasure chest. I wouldn’t be surprised if he drooled a little bit. Maybe I am some kind of treasure to him. DeWitt said he’d be excited to see me, after all.
“I’ll leave you to it, then.” She nods to him and then to me before she walks out of the room. Just me and the little puppy now. Wonderful.
“How’s it work?” He reaches up again like he wants to touch my face. I pull back with a scowl. Is this the way it’s going to work? Does he get to manhandle me because I signed those forms? I knew I should have actually read them.
“How does what work?” I snap at him. Like I don’t know what he means. My eyes dart around the room. I hope this kid knows what he’s doing. My luck I’ll end up with scrambled eggs for brains. Still better than what’s kicking around in my head right now, I suppose.
“The,” He lowers his voice, as if someone had the room bugged or something. It’s possible. Actually, it’s very probable. “Pyrokinesis. How do you do it? ”
“What do you care?” He’s not supposed to ask a lot of questions. That was part of the deal. I don’t want to answer a bunch of questions. I just want it gone. The memories, the regret, everything. She said it would be a blank slate and I want that.
“Ok, calm down, hot stuff. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He hold ups his hands defensively. “Call is scientific curiosity. You’re very interesting.” He folds his hands together and chuckles as I stare at him blankly. “So very interesting.” He says softly. In an instant he’s off, gathering up discs from the desk and the shelves, and clicking away at several keyboards. He’s so focused on the screens I almost wonder if he’s forgotten I’m here until I hear my own voice on the screen.
"I don’t like the term firestarter. I just don’t. And pyrokinesis sounds like some kind of psychosis….” He’s smiling at the screen, watching my interview with the BPRD. “You look nicer with long hair.” He says absentmindedly, his eyes still fixed on the screen. He watches the whole thing, 4 times. He interjects odd commentary here and there like I’m not the one up there in the screen.
I don’t think I like this guy.
“Does it hurt?” He turns and approaches me again, still smiling once the video ends. “When you go,” He makes a ‘whoosh’ sound and big hands like an explosion. “You know, KAPOW?”
I look at him a moment. This is the guy who’s going to save me? This is the guy they let into people’s brains? A guy who calls my fire ‘kapow’? Jesus Christ.
“Of course it hurts. It’s fire.” I glare at him. He has to be the most stupid super-genius on the planet. “It kills people.” I say harshly. He’s obviously seen my files. What the hell does he have to ask for?
“No, no. I want to know if it hurts you?” His eyes are sparkling again like when he wanted to touch me. I don’t want him to touch me. “Does it hurt you when you’re on fire?”
“No.” I say immediately, though very softly. I drop my head, not wanting to share with him but I’m pretty sure he won’t stop badgering me about it. I’m the same way. When I want to know something, I’ll find out. No matter what.
“It doesn’t hurt. It kind of…tickles a bit. Like goose bumps.” I rub my bare arms and nervously glance around the room before I meet his eyes again. So many questions, at least I’ll forget them all once this is over with. “Sometimes I don’t even realize I’m doing it. It’s worse when I get upset. Much worse.”
“That is so COOL!” He rushes back over to one of the keyboards and clicks away frantically. “Emotions. Feelings. Of course. Why didn’t I think of that? You are not like the other Bison. You’re like an Ultra-Super -Bison. ” He’s muttering to himself more than me again. He rushes back over to me just as fast and doesn’t hesitate to reach up and touch my face this time. My eyes widen but I don’t pull away.
“I need a few days, sometime to check out what’s going on inside that brain.” He says point blank. It’s not a question, more of a demand. It’s my head, it’s ME, and it doesn’t even faze him. He really does think I’m just a piece of meat.
“NO!” I pull both his hands off my head sharply, but don’t step away. “That’s not part of the deal. The deal is you make it go away and I work for you…people. Stop asking questions. Stop acting like I’m some kind of super…bison, and stop touching my fucking head!”
“Right. Gotcha.” He steps back and grins before he wonders into the back part of his office, if you could call this an office. The back room is nicer. Filled from floor to ceiling with computers and more screens and technology I can’t even identify. I follow him cautiously, watching as he pulls a hard drive from an anti-static sleeve. There’s a huge chair in the middle of the room, like a masseuse chair lined with blue neon.
“Are you sure I can’t…?” He says hopefully as the chair starts to hum and whir, like a giant computer. “Just a little bit. It might help. Maybe you don’t have to do this. I know you signed the papers but, it’s not a done deal until we…” He opens his arms and gestures to the chair.
“NO!” I’m repeating myself. I hate repeating myself. “I have to. It’s the only way.” I nod as if I’m sure of it. I’m really not all that sure. I thought dumping my fire into that Homunculus was the only way. I though Agartha was the only way. I thought Bellamie was the only way. All of the attempts were horrible failures, all ending in death, in destruction. All of it my fault.
“There’s always another way.” He pushes past me; back to looking at the screen my interview was on moments ago, this time looking at a brain. My brain. “You have a remarkable brain. I think it should stay in your head. Not here.” He taps the drive he just unwrapped with his finger without even looking at me. “We could learn so much from you about why things are…changing. You’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
“Sucks to be you, then. I didn’t sign up to be a guinea pig.” I cross my arms over my chest and frown. “When can we do this? My feet are getting tried from following you all over.”
“We need to back you up first. So when you’re contract is over we can put you back the way you were.” He picks up the drive and walks to the back of the chair. “Have a seat. Well, a lay. Lay down, I mean.” He gestures to the chair and I’m down in it in a heartbeat.
He’s standing over me with an almost sad expression. God damn, this guy is weird! “Let’s get this over with so I can get on with my non-life, OK?”
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