fiction_drabbles | Entries tagged with prompt #12: trust

Title: Birds of a Feather
Challenge/Prompt: #22: Weapon
Fanfiction [Dollhouse] SPN
Characters/Pairings: Dean(papa); Victor; Handler (Danny)
Rating: PG-13 (mild violence)
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own any part/plot/character/idea from Dollhouse or Supernatural. I am just using them to keep myself entertained.
Summary: Papa's(dean) handler notes some common links.
Author's Notes: Same universe as the first one, just a little more rambling.

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Danny concentrated on the dual actives on their eye cams, it wasn't frequent that both Dean and Victor were permitted on the same job. Usually it was only when the government contracted them out. Watching as they took out the threat of the kidnappers he could see why. These two were; walking, talking, breathing weapons. Danny knew that at the moment these two were imprinted with minds from the best and brightest the countries marines, but that wasn't what made them weapons.

There was no way the dollhouse would take credit, little broken soldiers wasn't a good for a business.

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Title: Trust
Challenge/Prompt: #12: Trust
Fanfiction [Dollhouse] SPN
Characters/Pairings:
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own any part/plot/character/idea from Dollhouse or Supernatural. I am just using them to keep myself entertained.
Summary: Papa meets his first handler.
Author's Notes: none

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"Do you trust me?"

"No."

The Handler looked over confused at Topher, the tech shrugged and waived for him to repeat the statement hoping it was something to smooth out. He turned back to his computers and frowned slightly. There was too much brain activity, frowning he rent back to work trying to sort out the under lying memories that were being reached.

"Do you trust me?"

"Aren't you listening, NO!" Topher looked back over at the sound of anger from the active. It was sporadic for them to embrace authentic emotions.

"Why don't you trust Matt?"

"He's not Sammy."
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Title: An Unsigned Contract
Challenge/Prompt: #4: Drink
Fanfiction [Dollhouse] SPN
Characters/Pairings: DeWitt; Josezina(Angel)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own any part/plot/character/idea from Dollhouse or Supernatural. I am just using them to keep myself entertained.
Summary: How Dean arrived.
Author's Notes: Same universe as the first one, just a little more rambling.

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"Adelle DeWitt", A voice called behind her and she turned a woman stood before her. "My name is Josezina, I have the need of a contract."

"I'm sorry, do I know you"; DeWitt replied without a thought as she moved across the room to her bar and poured herself a glass. "Care for a drink?" A blank face was her only reply. "Take that as a no. Why do you need a contract."

"It is not I that will be commissioning the Contract", Adelle would never admit it but she was intrigued.

"Then what commission would be?"

"Dean Michael Winchester."

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Title: Do You Trust Me?
Challenge/Prompt: #12 Trust
Original Fiction or Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters/Pairings: Zuko/Katara
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or it's sandbox. I am just here to play with the toys and create my own alternate reality. :D
Summary: After everything they have been through, Katara finds herself trusting Zuko more than anything.
Author's Notes: Once again not entirely thrilled with this. My muse seemed to be of little help whatsoever in writing this. I can only surmise she is at me for something I have no idea about. xD

“Do you trust me?” Zuko asked holding his hand out to her, his amber eyes searching her own blue ones.

Katara blinked surprised he would even ask such a question especially after everything they had been through together in the past. He had done so much for them and in the end had proven himself time and time again of his worth to the group.

Yet here he was extending his hand out to her and asking her to trust him.

Did she though?

“Yes,” she replied without hesitation placing her hand in his, “more than anything in this world.”