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: Pretty Things, A Dollhouse fan flash story
Title: Pretty Things
Author: Mighty Fast Pig
Rating: PG
Word count: 509
Characters: Adelle, Claire
Spoilers: through The Target
Summary: "I think you’d feel a lot better if you put what happened behind you."
Author’s notes: This is for Dollhouseflash challenge 3: Friends
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“How’s the intake on Tango?” Adelle DeWitt asked, bringing up the file on her tablet.
On the other side of the mirror-polished rosewood boardroom table, Dr. Claire Saunders switched to the another paper file. “There’s a bone spur on the right femur that may be a problem on athletic engagements. I’ll grind it down.”
“Good,” Adelle said. “What does Aesthetics want?”
Claire flipped through the x-rays and full body photos of the new Active. “A little reprofiling on the nose and chin, and pin the ears back. Plus the usual: cap the teeth, remove moles and skin tags, some electrolysis.”
“Don’t forget the appendectomy scar.”
Claire looked irked. “I won’t.” She closed the last of the folders. “Anything else?”
Adelle pushed her tablet to one side. “Claire,” she said, in her I’m-also-your-friend tone, “There is something I wanted to ask you about. Your....” She made a vague gesture at her own face.
“Oh, you mean my scars?” Claire said it casually, leaning back in the leather swivel chair. The deep lines that crossed her face made her expressions hard to read.
“It’s been over three months.”
“One hundred and six days, three hours, actually.”
“Our medical plan will easily cover any reconstructive work you might need.”
“Like that little nip-tuck you had over the holidays?” Claire tapped her index finger behind her ear. “I’m a doctor, you know.”
Adelle’s smile slipped a notch, then recovered. “I think you’d feel a lot better if you put what happened behind you. Not being reminded every time you look in the mirror would help.”
“We could even do it in-house,” Claire said, looking out the window at the Los Angeles skyline. “Give me a bed right next to Tango in Surgery. Might as well throw in a chemical peel and Botox while they’re at it.”
“Claire, why are you putting this off?”
Claire looked back at Adelle. “Why does it matter so much to you if I do?”
Adelle rested her smooth, well-manicured hands on the glossy table. “We present a certain image to our clients when they visit our establishment.”
“And that image is...?”
“Well, it does not include clients seeing you looking like that.”
“I see.” Claire pushed her stack of folders this way and that. “I could wear a burqa?”
Adelle’s smile gave up the ghost. “If you persist in this, I’ll have to ask you to excuse yourself from future client conferences.”
“Oh,” said Claire. “Well, if that’s your decision....” She gathered up the folders. “Shall I go now?”
“If you--” Adelle stopped herself, and glowered across the table at the other woman.
Claire got up, something that might have been a smile on her ravaged features, and left.
Alone in her office, Adelle said, “That’s going to be a problem.”
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Tags: dollhouse, fanfiction
Title: Pretty Things
Author: Mighty Fast Pig
Rating: PG
Word count: 509
Characters: Adelle, Claire
Spoilers: through The Target
Summary: "I think you’d feel a lot better if you put what happened behind you."
Author’s notes: This is for Dollhouseflash challenge 3: Friends
________________________________________
“How’s the intake on Tango?” Adelle DeWitt asked, bringing up the file on her tablet.
On the other side of the mirror-polished rosewood boardroom table, Dr. Claire Saunders switched to the another paper file. “There’s a bone spur on the right femur that may be a problem on athletic engagements. I’ll grind it down.”
“Good,” Adelle said. “What does Aesthetics want?”
Claire flipped through the x-rays and full body photos of the new Active. “A little reprofiling on the nose and chin, and pin the ears back. Plus the usual: cap the teeth, remove moles and skin tags, some electrolysis.”
“Don’t forget the appendectomy scar.”
Claire looked irked. “I won’t.” She closed the last of the folders. “Anything else?”
Adelle pushed her tablet to one side. “Claire,” she said, in her I’m-also-your-friend tone, “There is something I wanted to ask you about. Your....” She made a vague gesture at her own face.
“Oh, you mean my scars?” Claire said it casually, leaning back in the leather swivel chair. The deep lines that crossed her face made her expressions hard to read.
“It’s been over three months.”
“One hundred and six days, three hours, actually.”
“Our medical plan will easily cover any reconstructive work you might need.”
“Like that little nip-tuck you had over the holidays?” Claire tapped her index finger behind her ear. “I’m a doctor, you know.”
Adelle’s smile slipped a notch, then recovered. “I think you’d feel a lot better if you put what happened behind you. Not being reminded every time you look in the mirror would help.”
“We could even do it in-house,” Claire said, looking out the window at the Los Angeles skyline. “Give me a bed right next to Tango in Surgery. Might as well throw in a chemical peel and Botox while they’re at it.”
“Claire, why are you putting this off?”
Claire looked back at Adelle. “Why does it matter so much to you if I do?”
Adelle rested her smooth, well-manicured hands on the glossy table. “We present a certain image to our clients when they visit our establishment.”
“And that image is...?”
“Well, it does not include clients seeing you looking like that.”
“I see.” Claire pushed her stack of folders this way and that. “I could wear a burqa?”
Adelle’s smile gave up the ghost. “If you persist in this, I’ll have to ask you to excuse yourself from future client conferences.”
“Oh,” said Claire. “Well, if that’s your decision....” She gathered up the folders. “Shall I go now?”
“If you--” Adelle stopped herself, and glowered across the table at the other woman.
Claire got up, something that might have been a smile on her ravaged features, and left.
Alone in her office, Adelle said, “That’s going to be a problem.”
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