notaballad: (Pressing lips together)
Quebec knew that the time had come. With Topher upset and the threat of remote wipes being used on anyone at any time, the Doll was certain that there was no better time for his lover and him to escape. Echo had survived on the outside for three whole months, and while it was true that she was very special, Quebec liked to think that Kilo and he were pretty special too.

One might even have made the argument that they were more special than Echo, since they both remembered bits and pieces of their former lives. Quebec, for example, knew that Desmond could phase. Quebec knew this to mean that he could pass through inanimate objects as if they weren't even there, and late at night, after everyone went to sleep, he would practice in his pod. It wasn't easy at first; he wasn't sure how to call forth the power and it took a bit to learn its trigger, but after weeks (months?) of practice, he was able to easily slip through the heavy glass plate sealing his bed off from the rest of the world.

Tonight was the night, and he could've sworn that he felt the very air around him thrumming. He gave Kilo a secretive wink as they went to bed, and then he waited. Waited for the Dollhouse to slip into a quiet state of rest. It was a little bit eerie how still the Dollhouse became at night, and Quebec could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He was certain that someone could hear it and would come running to investigate. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, calling upon a meditation technique he'd been shown. His heartbeat calmed, and then he sat up, his intangible body easily passing through the glass plate.

Once he'd pulled himself up and out of the pod, he moved over to Kilo's, reaching his hand down into the pod. "Kilo," he whispered. "Take my hand."


Desmond Molloy

September 2011

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