I do not own BTVS or Dollhouse. They both belong to Fox and Joss Whedon.
This is an attempt to quell a raging bunny. As a first fic I make no promises about quality.
She used to be powerful and strong. She could stalk through a room and hold the attention of every man and most women through force of personality. She killed all manner of demons and vampires, and did it beautifully and gracefully. She was a Slayer and she loved it. She only made a mistake once, but it ended in the death of a man. She killed another man on purpose, hurt people she would consider her friends. She went to jail, did her time and when she got out she was more dedicated than ever to the job, the mission. She helped track down new slayers and tried to live her life better.
Then it happened. Someone set her up to take the fall for a crime, a horrible crime. It looked like she would end up back in prison. She was interviewed by the police. Even though she gave them a false name, Caroline, she knew it was only a matter of time before her past would catch up to her present. Once that happened Faith knew they would never look farther, that they would never search for the real criminal. Faith had been in prison once but just the thought of going back, especially for something she didn’t do, terrified her. At the same time she was approached by a new group. They said that they could make her past disappear. They told her she could start over, that she could have a clean slate. Consequences wouldn’t matter, because they would never exist. No responsibilities, no guilt, no jail, it would all just disappear. She would go from Slayer to Active. She took their offer, even though she wondered about the timing, and worried what her friends might think. But she couldn’t go back to jail and this group counted on that little fact.
Yes she used to be powerful and strong. She was full of anger and passion and drive and every human emotion. Now she is empty. Empty of emotion, of feeling, of deeper thought or drives. She is as her name implies, an Echo of a real human. But some things are not satisfied at being wiped. Some things are more primal than the conscious mind and no matter what technology may force from our brains there are some things that remain. Waiting for the right time to break free and retake their rightful place.
This fic came to me as I watched the first episode of Dollhouse. It might be followed by another fic which explores what happens when the Slayer refuses to be subdued into an Active. That will be based on the Langston Hughes poem A Dream Deferred.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
If there is an interest I will go ahead. But it won’t be a long fic. If someone wants to run with the idea I say go for it and have fun.