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quirkysmuseFandom: Dollhouse
Title: Echo's Editorial
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: G
Genre: General/Humor
Word Count: 700
Characters: Topher, Echo, Boyd [Echo/Boyd if you squint]
Spoilers: Season 2, "Belonging"
Notes: Written for the A-Z meme at my personal journal; this is "Painting" requsted by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
psyco_chick32.
Summary: Boyd remarks on the present Echo gives Topher.
He jumped with a start as Echo crept into his office. Topher turned around and sneered at her as she shot him a curious expression. She stared at him silently before it began to grate on his nerves, so he spoke to her.
“Hi…Echo. What can I do for you?” Topher said with a smile, but his voice had undertones of annoyance.
“For you.” She stepped forward and handed him a painting, the paper wrinkled from the watercolor after it dried. Topher looked at it with fading smile, and he wondered if Sierra was painting scary things again. Topher groaned when he realized it was just a regular painting, and it was definitely not Sierra’s. He looked up and met Echo’s eyes, and she gave him a hopeful yet small smile.
“Er… thanks,” Topher said. “I’ll have to find room on my fridge for this painting.” Thankfully, Actives could not detect sarcasm, he thought.
Echo nodded, and she strode away, and as she left his office, Topher let out a long, hefty sigh. He was about to chuck the painting into the waste basket when Boyd strode in.
“What is that? Is that from Echo?” he asked concerned, noticing the painting right away. What was with this guy? He seemed to have Echo-radar and always knew when something involved Echo, no matter how insignificant.
Topher rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing, and no it doesn’t have to do with Sierra this time.” Topher turned around, and as he set the drawing onto one of his tables, (next to a garbage can) Boyd seemed content on staying and pacing around his office. He made a bee-line for the painting and picked it up.
“Huh. This is interesting.” Boyd met Topher’s eyes, which were definitely telling him to get lost. “It looks like Echo’s got a sense of humor.”
“Oh? It’s just a bunch of globs on a paper.” Topher scoffed.
Boyd paid him a sardonic smirk. “Yes, but she gave it specifically to you.” Boyd held the painting away from him and scrunched his brow. “And, if you squint, it sort of resembles you. Like this yellow glob here and these two curved red lines growing out of your head.”
Topher hated how Boyd was so amused. “I think you’re reading far too much into this, man-friend. She’s a doll! She can’t have a sense of humor at this stage!”
Boyd raised an eyebrow, and Topher wished he could guess what the man was thinking. He waved his hand and turned around. “Here, you can have it of you want, since you seem to care for Echo so much.” Topher sighed and began tinkering with his computer, but he wasn’t really doing anything substantial. He was just hoping to look busy so Boyd would leave.
“No, I’ll let you keep it,” Boyd said humorously, setting the paper down. He probably knew it’d end up in the trash later, but it seemed to please him more to keep teasing Topher this way. Topher grunted. “I think she’s thanking you.”
“Ha! How do you come about that? She painted me as a demon!” Topher said mockingly.
“Well, that’s how Echo knows you,” he said bluntly. “However, I think it’s also a reminder of what you don’t have to be. You showed that with Priya.”
Boyd gave him a long knowing look with a tender smile. Topher felt the hives forming, the feeling of that newly formed conscience bubbling under his skin. He scratched his arm and turned away. Boyd was still there.
“Yeah, well, I still think you are reading too much into this,” Topher said, and he stared at a particularly bright screen on his computer. “There’s no way Echo has the capacity to be that deep.”
Topher could hear Boyd’s footsteps as he headed toward the door – finally.
The man stopped but Topher didn’t turn around to see him off. Finally Boyd said, “Are you sure about that, friend?”
Topher harrumphed and looked at the ceiling. He was totally annoyed. He couldn’t throw away Echo’s painting now.
If Boyd was right (and Topher was sure he wasn’t), there was something worth investigating in Echo’s message – a strange curiosity that he couldn’t resist.
END
Title: Echo's Editorial
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: G
Genre: General/Humor
Word Count: 700
Characters: Topher, Echo, Boyd [Echo/Boyd if you squint]
Spoilers: Season 2, "Belonging"
Notes: Written for the A-Z meme at my personal journal; this is "Painting" requsted by
psyco_chick32.Summary: Boyd remarks on the present Echo gives Topher.
He jumped with a start as Echo crept into his office. Topher turned around and sneered at her as she shot him a curious expression. She stared at him silently before it began to grate on his nerves, so he spoke to her.
“Hi…Echo. What can I do for you?” Topher said with a smile, but his voice had undertones of annoyance.
“For you.” She stepped forward and handed him a painting, the paper wrinkled from the watercolor after it dried. Topher looked at it with fading smile, and he wondered if Sierra was painting scary things again. Topher groaned when he realized it was just a regular painting, and it was definitely not Sierra’s. He looked up and met Echo’s eyes, and she gave him a hopeful yet small smile.
“Er… thanks,” Topher said. “I’ll have to find room on my fridge for this painting.” Thankfully, Actives could not detect sarcasm, he thought.
Echo nodded, and she strode away, and as she left his office, Topher let out a long, hefty sigh. He was about to chuck the painting into the waste basket when Boyd strode in.
“What is that? Is that from Echo?” he asked concerned, noticing the painting right away. What was with this guy? He seemed to have Echo-radar and always knew when something involved Echo, no matter how insignificant.
Topher rolled his eyes. “It’s nothing, and no it doesn’t have to do with Sierra this time.” Topher turned around, and as he set the drawing onto one of his tables, (next to a garbage can) Boyd seemed content on staying and pacing around his office. He made a bee-line for the painting and picked it up.
“Huh. This is interesting.” Boyd met Topher’s eyes, which were definitely telling him to get lost. “It looks like Echo’s got a sense of humor.”
“Oh? It’s just a bunch of globs on a paper.” Topher scoffed.
Boyd paid him a sardonic smirk. “Yes, but she gave it specifically to you.” Boyd held the painting away from him and scrunched his brow. “And, if you squint, it sort of resembles you. Like this yellow glob here and these two curved red lines growing out of your head.”
Topher hated how Boyd was so amused. “I think you’re reading far too much into this, man-friend. She’s a doll! She can’t have a sense of humor at this stage!”
Boyd raised an eyebrow, and Topher wished he could guess what the man was thinking. He waved his hand and turned around. “Here, you can have it of you want, since you seem to care for Echo so much.” Topher sighed and began tinkering with his computer, but he wasn’t really doing anything substantial. He was just hoping to look busy so Boyd would leave.
“No, I’ll let you keep it,” Boyd said humorously, setting the paper down. He probably knew it’d end up in the trash later, but it seemed to please him more to keep teasing Topher this way. Topher grunted. “I think she’s thanking you.”
“Ha! How do you come about that? She painted me as a demon!” Topher said mockingly.
“Well, that’s how Echo knows you,” he said bluntly. “However, I think it’s also a reminder of what you don’t have to be. You showed that with Priya.”
Boyd gave him a long knowing look with a tender smile. Topher felt the hives forming, the feeling of that newly formed conscience bubbling under his skin. He scratched his arm and turned away. Boyd was still there.
“Yeah, well, I still think you are reading too much into this,” Topher said, and he stared at a particularly bright screen on his computer. “There’s no way Echo has the capacity to be that deep.”
Topher could hear Boyd’s footsteps as he headed toward the door – finally.
The man stopped but Topher didn’t turn around to see him off. Finally Boyd said, “Are you sure about that, friend?”
Topher harrumphed and looked at the ceiling. He was totally annoyed. He couldn’t throw away Echo’s painting now.
If Boyd was right (and Topher was sure he wasn’t), there was something worth investigating in Echo’s message – a strange curiosity that he couldn’t resist.
END
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on 2009-11-07 02:41 am (UTC)*fansquees*
From the word choice to Boyd's fabulous needling to Topher's perfect reactions...
What was with this guy? He seemed to have Echo-radar and always knew when something involved Echo, no matter how insignificant.
That's such a good description - Boyd really is in-tune with her ^_^ and of course Topher notices!
Boyd's blunt "she knows you as a demon" comment and the ability to turn that around with Priya was... I don't know how to describe it. It's like you channeled him perfectly - Boyd always makes me think of that teacher you ALWAYS want to please but you want to hide it... the ability to scold and encourage at the same time.
*snickers* Poor Topher, having to deal with that budding conscience...
If Boyd was right (and Topher was sure he wasn’t), there was something worth investigating in Echo’s message – a strange curiosity that he couldn’t resist.
*grins* And that's the great crux of the matter - if there IS something there, Topher has a drive, a need to investigate it. And of course... Topher has to anyway, LOL, to prove Boyd wrong!
*glomps* I love you for this like you have no idea.
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on 2009-11-07 01:39 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2009-11-07 03:09 pm (UTC)Great!
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on 2009-11-10 06:14 am (UTC)I'm sorry I missed this until now. You've been on a bit of a multi-fandom writing binge lately and somehow this one slipped through my radar ;-)
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on 2009-11-10 01:02 pm (UTC)Yeah, I know. I've been trying to catch up with the A-Z meme I did in my other journal, plus all these new shows are just giving me ideas. Haha, it's just so weird I have all this writing energy right now. Might as well take advantage of it.
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