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crossoverficTitle: Makes Me Regret Everything
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Dollhouse
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rosie1234
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Peyton/Topher
For: 25crossovers
Prompt: Hair
Word Count: 351
Summary: “It kills me to do this to you, day after day, hurting you is the last thing in the world I want to do. Ready for your treatment, Sawyer?”
Rating: PG-13
“It kills me to do this to you, day after day, hurting you is the last thing in the world I want to do. Ready for your treatment, Sawyer?”
Every time I strap her into the chair, somehow it feels different then all of the dozens who have suffered because of this technology, I catch myself running my fingers over her hair.
(knowing that it’s the only thing and those luminous green eyes of hers that I will not change)
“Yes, please.”
In that split second of pain it feels like I’m going through the very same thing, getting my brain written over with someone’s fantasy, the hurt tingles through my body as I hold on to her clutched fist.
“How are you today, Mrs. King?”
I’m dying to switch her back, not to the zombie with nothing in her eyes but the girl she once was, but I can’t do thing with her handler watching my every move.
(already suspecting something because I only hold her tiny fingers in mine no one else’s)
“Ready to make some pot-roast for my honey, where is he?”
Out comes that fake stepford wife smile she has to put on every week now, when a lonely millionaire needs to put on a good show.
“Just outside waiting for you.”
Something unheard of happened before she got taken away to dress for her role, my stomach rolls over just thinking of that son of bitch touching any part of her, her tiny hand squeezed mine and she placed a delicate kiss on my cheek.
“Thank you, Topher.”
For a second I hear the voice of the girl I helped disappear years ago, making sure to bring her out only for me and behind her handler’s back, then it was gone and she was back in character.
“You’re welcome, Sawy-Mrs.King.”
As she is pulled away from me for the hundredth time, ready to get used over and over again, there is a hidden sweetness just for me in her smile.
(bringing out my own smile, one that I had been faking each day until this moment)
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Dollhouse
Author:
rosie1234Disclaimer: Not Mine
Character/Pairing/Group: Peyton/Topher
For: 25crossovers
Prompt: Hair
Word Count: 351
Summary: “It kills me to do this to you, day after day, hurting you is the last thing in the world I want to do. Ready for your treatment, Sawyer?”
Rating: PG-13
“It kills me to do this to you, day after day, hurting you is the last thing in the world I want to do. Ready for your treatment, Sawyer?”
Every time I strap her into the chair, somehow it feels different then all of the dozens who have suffered because of this technology, I catch myself running my fingers over her hair.
(knowing that it’s the only thing and those luminous green eyes of hers that I will not change)
“Yes, please.”
In that split second of pain it feels like I’m going through the very same thing, getting my brain written over with someone’s fantasy, the hurt tingles through my body as I hold on to her clutched fist.
“How are you today, Mrs. King?”
I’m dying to switch her back, not to the zombie with nothing in her eyes but the girl she once was, but I can’t do thing with her handler watching my every move.
(already suspecting something because I only hold her tiny fingers in mine no one else’s)
“Ready to make some pot-roast for my honey, where is he?”
Out comes that fake stepford wife smile she has to put on every week now, when a lonely millionaire needs to put on a good show.
“Just outside waiting for you.”
Something unheard of happened before she got taken away to dress for her role, my stomach rolls over just thinking of that son of bitch touching any part of her, her tiny hand squeezed mine and she placed a delicate kiss on my cheek.
“Thank you, Topher.”
For a second I hear the voice of the girl I helped disappear years ago, making sure to bring her out only for me and behind her handler’s back, then it was gone and she was back in character.
“You’re welcome, Sawy-Mrs.King.”
As she is pulled away from me for the hundredth time, ready to get used over and over again, there is a hidden sweetness just for me in her smile.
(bringing out my own smile, one that I had been faking each day until this moment)
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