Disclaimer: I don't own Dollhouse, Echo, Laurence, or any of the characters. They are the property of Fox, Joss Whedon, Eliza Dushku, etc.
Story: Laurence Dominic was told the Dolls couldn't think. Well, he believes otherwise with the Active Doll Echo. Now he's playing cat and mouse games. The question is, who's the cat…and who's the mouse?
Set after episode S1.7 ("Echoes").
Spoilers: Definitely, all vague now but there's specific mentions of things that happened in episodes. Major spoilers coming up. EDIT: watch for spoilers for episode "Needs" (S1.8).
Warnings: Violence, language, sexual situations, etc.
Pairings: Laurence/Echo, Topher/Claire, slight Paul/Mellie, slight Paul/Echo, and slight Boyd/Claire.

A/n: Oh, after last episode, I was catatonic for a while the whole day. And then I began obsessing over how I was going to incorporate it into the story, or if I even would. Obsessing paid off and I started writing a lot. I mean, A LOT. In fact, I was going to make this a Mega Chapter, with both "Needs" and "A Spy in the House of Love" in here, but it was too long already.

I have it all figured out (evil mad cackling ensues).

Yes. I'm crazy. And the rating starts to come in this chapter (hah! It's M for a reason, people). And so does the title fully sets in.

Dedicated to Sanestar for being the first and a consistent reviewer. Love ya!

A/n: Do NOT read unless you've seen episode 8.

Happiness in Misery
Chapter Five: Mary's Lost Lambs

"Echo, when you go to bed, look under your pillow. There are pictures of you and me," Laurence told her, remembering he had told her to hide the filmstrip under her pillow.

"Okay," she smiled blankly, only this time he couldn't see any awareness he was used to seeing.

He smiled sadly at her, "Laurence. You called me Laurence."

"L-Laurence," she tested out, giving him a brief smile.

He couldn't help smile back, glad at least he could give her a genuine happy smile.

They were right outside the sleeping dorm where Echo was about to go to sleep. She was about to go inside when she turned and planted a soft kiss to his neck. His face grew red and he stood there in shock, even when Echo left him to go inside. Flustered, he tried to collect himself and left in a hurry.

His hand shot into his pocket for his wallet and he stiffened when he didn't feel it. He should've notice it was gone earlier, but he'd been too focused on Echo. If he'd traced his steps, after he left his bed in the medbay, he'd gone to Adelle's office, and then to Topher's. He cursed in his head. He wasn't ready for the idea of confronting Adelle about leaving his wallet in her office, but it could be just as worse if Topher had found it.

In fact, just as he'd entered Topher's headquarters, the man looked at him nervously, fidgeting badly.

"I, uh, found your wallet, Laurence."

The blond froze. He'd immediately placed the wallet-sized pictures into his wallet after the trip to the library. If Topher had looked into his wallet…

"So I guess I was being literal calling Echo your girlfriend, huh?" the tech genius chuckled apprehensively.

Laurence was tempted to slam Topher against the wall again, but he figured it wouldn't work in his favor. Instead, he advanced menacingly towards the light-haired brunet, who scrambled up from his chair to get away from him.

"She's not –" his voice cracked, and he angrily swore. "Echo's not my girlfriend. She's…she's just…"

"A friend? A pet?" Topher suggested.

Laurence glared and this time did slam Topher against the wall.

"Okay, seriously getting sick of this," he muttered, but quieted down when Laurence's glare intensified.

"Echo is important to me," he said simply, letting Topher go.

"Important how?" Topher risked asking, a little snark sneaking into his tone.

"She…she just is," he faltered, not sure what he meant to say.

"That makes no sense, Dom."

Laurence glared at him for the nickname and he held up his hands in peace.

"I don't know how important she is to me. I don't know what Echo is to me. I…I don't understand." Laurence had never felt this confused in his life. He's never felt so strongly about anyone, and it bothered him that he would now, especially towards a Doll.

"Uh, is this confession time?" Topher asked uncertainly.

Laurence frowned and shoved the brunet away from him. "No, and I wouldn't be confessing to you."

He stalked away, knowing it was better to get away than to stay and react. He swiped his wallet and left Topher behind in an angry huff.


He was being called in to see Adelle. Usually, that just meant she had something for him to do, an engagement to prep, or to do a background check. Sometimes she just wanted an update or a report. Right now, he had a feeling this meeting wouldn't bode well for him.

"Mr. Dominic?"

"Yes, ma'am?" he reluctantly answered.

She played security footage and he tensed up when he saw the tape showing Echo lean up to kiss him.

"It will not happen again."

"Understood, ma'am," Laurence said stoically.

"I will be cutting your time with Echo short. She hasn't been on many engagements lately, and her wound should be fine barring any strenuous activities. You'll have Echo from Tuesday to Thursday, at the same time. She'll be able to complete overnight engagements from Friday's to Monday's. You won't be required to babysit her during the day, only on your hour shift before curfew. You are dismissed," she said, organizing the files on her desk and ignoring him.

He turned sharply on his heel and walked out stiffly. He went to the only place he could.

Ten minutes later, Claire was examining the photos in his wallet as he paced back and forth in her office.

"I like the last one. It's cute," she said out of nowhere, interrupting his mental rant.

He frowned at her, but didn't say anything because he didn't know how to answer that.

"How…how do you see Echo?" Claire questioned him instead.

"What do you mean by that?" Laurence's frown deepened.

Claire nervously looked at him, but the message was clear. "I'm only –"

"I am not Hearn. Do not suggest that," he hissed, glaring venomously at her.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back. "I'm only trying to be certain, Laurence."

"I am not Hearn," he repeated. "Echo and I aren't like that."

"I'm only being careful," she said softly.

Laurence sat heavily down on the chair opposite her, putting his face in his hands.

"We're not like that," he mumbled. "I would never treat Echo like that."

"Okay. It's fine. I wasn't…I wasn't accusing you of anything. Just trying to make sense of things," she assured him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm not like Hearn," he said blankly, worrying Claire.

"You're just like me."

"I'm not."

"Just like me."

"Laurence…are you alright?" Claire's voice brought him back.

He took a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Look, I would never abuse Echo like that. I am nothing like Hearn, and I have done nothing with Echo of any sort. And she's a Doll. I'm only looking out for her in the interests of the Dollhouse. She means nothing to me other than a priority of the Dollhouse," he said firmly.

"I just don't want a repeat of the last time. I want to be careful that that doesn't happen again. I don't want another Hearn."

"I would never pressure Echo into anything," he said finally, refusing to say anything more.

She sighed and went back to her work, gently handing his wallet back to him.


Adelle called a meeting for all of the staff, and Laurence bitterly wondered what this one was about. He despondently stood next to Adelle, showing no outwards signs of resentment on his face.

"A tide is coming. As evidenced by the Actives after their exposure to the drug, they've been showing signs of remembrance. I want reports on everything that should alert you to unusual behavior."

"Isn't that a little extreme? I don't want to report that Echo felt like having syrup on her pancakes today or something," Boyd frowned sternly.

"I understand your loyalty to Echo, but it is loyalty to the House first. You mustn't get too attached to them, Mr. Langton.," Adelle turned sharp eyes on him.

"Don't think of them as children. Think of them as pets," Laurence accidently let slipped, remembering what Topher had said to him. Well, it might help Adelle focus less on him if it looked like he was still the same…And he was. Nothing's changed about him.

He refused to believe anything contrary to that.

"Is that supposed to be funny?" Claire scowled.

"If your child starts talking for the first time, you feel proud. If your dog does, you freak the hell out," Laurence snapped back, willing her to be quiet.

She frowned at him, but kept silent. Adelle continued on. "Now, if we forget to be united, then we will fail. I think that should be it. Unless anyone else has any suggestions?"

"What if…we gave them what they needed?" Claire's soft voice spoke up.

"Excuse me?" Adelle looked momentarily startled.

"Closure. The Actives are remembering because of events that have given them needs. These 'needs' are there because of repeated exposure to similar events that make those needs grow stronger. If we give them what they need, they'll have closure and will stop glitching."

"Are you suggesting we let them all on a self-guided journey?" He could tell that Adelle was incredulous, though she didn't show it. He himself was a bit taken aback by Claire and her solution.

"Just the high priority cases. Let the tide in."

Adelle pursed her lips in thought. "Well then. We should start working on this little experiment. You are all dismissed until further notice."

Laurence stalked out, aiming to avoid Adelle and everyone else, when Topher caught up to him.

"Thought you didn't see Echo as a pet?" Topher cut him off from the elevator entrance.

"I don't," he hissed through his teeth. "It was merely convenient for me to say so."

"Convenience, eh? So Echo is just a convenience?" Topher ignored the warning bells Laurence was giving off, and was going off in his own head.

The blond snatched his gun out of its case and smoothly placed it against Topher's forehead, the brunet starting to sweat bullets.

"I didn't say that!"

"Now, now, Laurence. Don't get hasty on me here," Topher glanced around, seeing no one.

"Echo is not just a convenience to me," he growled, placing the gun's barrel more firmly against Topher's head.

"Well, that's a little confusing. You called her a pet, remember?" Claire appeared, interrupting the scene. Topher thanked her in his head in all the languages he knew.

"I didn't call her a pet," Laurence glared at her, shifting his focus, though keeping the gun trained on Topher.

"You said to think of the Actives as pets. Echo is an Active."

He faltered a little, "Echo isn't..."

"She's what? Not an Active?"

"She's different," he mumbled, hand holding the gun falling to his side.

Claire sighed, pushing him along to the elevator and leaving Topher behind. In the elevator, she glared steadily at him.

"You seem to be forgetting that Echo is a Doll. Stop making excuses and face facts. You are attracted to Echo. You are attracted to an Active."

Laurence couldn't quite keep the grimace off his face. "I don't know what you're talking about. That's ridiculous."

She stepped directly into his line of vision. "You need to accept that you're attracted to Echo. The sooner you do, the less complicated and troublesome things are."

He looked away and didn't answer her. She sighed again and stepped out of the elevator when it opened.

"Look, you'll feel better in the long run admitting it to yourself. You don't even have to admit it to the rest of us. It might help talking to me, but you don't have to," she said as a parting shot.

He stepped out after her and walked the other direction determinedly.


"So, never would have guessed Dom is another Hearn, huh?" Topher said, breathing hard from having run down the stairs, and then standing next to her watching Laurence stride away in frustration.

She snatched his collar and yanked him forward, glaring at him distastefully. "Laurence isn't Hearn."

"Yeah, yeah! I know that! I was just saying he's attracted to Echo. Not that Echo isn't attractive…I'm attracted to her. I just don't go out playing patty cake with her and taking incriminating pictures. You know if DeWitt finds out about him and Echo, she's going to pull the plug on one or both of them."

"I have a feeling she knows more about this than we do," Claire said with a frown, avoiding saying anything about the talk Laurence and she had.

She let go of him and he stumbled back. "Geez, I don't know who you should be with more. Boyd and make scowly babies with wicked right hooks together, or Laurence and make grumpy and violent babies together. Or wait, Laurence is totally stuck on Echo. Tough luck on you."

"The next time you have an examination, I'm going to make it as long and painful as possible," she smirked at him.

An audible gulp escaped him and he started backing away slowly. "You know…didn't think you had it in you to suggest this whole 'give the Dolls what they need' thing. Guess we've all underestimated you, huh? Then again, no one really knows you."

A second later, he started running away. Claire glared furiously at his back.

But the plan was already starting while they were talking. When the plan truly started, it was 8 AM in the Dollhouse, and five Dolls were awake and aware. An hour later, three of them had broken out and one had stayed behind.

"Echo is here," Adelle murmured, seeing Echo split from the others and went back into the building.

"Do you want me to retrieve her?" Laurence watched her carefully.

"No…Actually, go ahead."

He was surprised, even if he kept it off his face. She smiled at him. "Find her and bring her here, Mr. Dominic. You have an hour."

He quickly went to do his job. He was lucky finding her right away.

"Echo," he whispered, and she whipped around, gun pointed straight at him.

He held up his hands, having not even taken out his gun. "Put down the gun, Echo. Look at me. Put it down."

"I…I know you, don't I?" she faltered and he took a step closer. She stared at him. "L-Laurence."

He blinked. Well, he hadn't expected her to remember his name. He really should know better by now, when it comes to her.

"Yes, Echo. I'm Laurence. Are you…are you Caroline?"

She shook her head. "I'm not sure who I am. You called me Echo though. Am I Echo or Caroline?"

He flinched at the sharp tone. "Echo. To me, you're Echo. You used to be Caroline."

"That doesn't make any sense," she scowled at him.

"It doesn't have to make sense," he murmured, now right in front of her and grasping her hands around the gun. He lowered them and stared straight into Echo's eyes. Sighing to himself, he leaned down slightly and kissed her lips gently.

She didn't pull back, but she wasn't responding either. He started to move away when she pressed closer and she dropped the gun at their feet, wrapping her arms around his neck. He wasn't rushing, so he gave her long, languishing kisses. His hands planted themselves at her waist and she made a soft keening noise that he growled to. Cupping her bottom, he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, their kisses growing more frantic and heated.

He already had her up against the wall and was kissing down her throat, while his hands were busily unbuttoning her shirt, when he realized what he was doing. He moved sharply away from her and she slid harshly to the ground.

"Ow! Hey, what's wrong?" she glared at him, a pout forming on her lips.

"We can't do this," he muttered.

"And why not?!" she asked incredulously, and he tried not to think how incredibly beautiful she looked mussed up and lips swollen.

"You're a Doll. I can't take advantage of you. I can't be with you like this. You're not aware, and I'm…I'm not like Hearn." Yes, he'll admit it. He was attracted to Echo, but he was not like that bastard. He would never hurt Echo like that.

"I am aware," she said softly, coming close to him, her lips hovering close to his. "And I want this."

She kissed him firmly, running her tongue across his lower lip. Her small hands were flat against his chest and she raised herself higher by standing on the tips of her feet.

He gave in.

"We can't go any further than this," he clutched her closer, thinking that this was all he could have. She was aware now, but then when this whole thing was over, Echo would be wiped and it'll hurt even more then than it does now.

"Okay," she quietly assured him, smiling at him sadly and looking at him with tender brown eyes.

He looked at his watch. "I only have twenty minutes with you."

"Then we have twenty minutes," she said, kissing his throat.

And he plunged in head first, kissing her headily. She kissed back with the same fervor, and soon enough they were close enough to be entangled in each other. Their arms held each other close, their legs closer. They were chest to chest, both breathing with heavy breaths that the other could both feel.

Then his watch beeped and he reluctantly moved away.

"Don't go," she looked pleadingly at him.

His eyes softened up for her, "I have to. If I don't, she'll know something's wrong. I don't want something bad to happen to you."

This self-guided journey would fix the Actives, Claire said. They wouldn't glitch any more. Echo wouldn't remember.

He kissed her once and placed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes against the sudden feeling of tears. His hands were cradling her face.

"Don't forget me, Echo. Please. Remember me."

"I will," she promised, holding tight to his wrists.

He jerked away and left her behind.

When he was back in Adelle's office, she was long gone and so he headed to Topher's imprint room. He caught the tail-end of the confrontation between Adelle and Echo, seeing Topher frightened and standing to the side. Echo glanced at him tenderly for a second, but no one caught it but him.

And then they were letting the Actives loose, as per Echo's demands. He watched warmly as she stood at the entrance, watching everyone walk out with a blissful smile. And then the serum was loose in her head and she slowly fell to the ground.

The Dollhouse employees began herding the confused Dolls back in and he saw one of them heading towards Echo. He scowled and walked briskly over to her, to beat him. He picked her up and carried her carefully back inside, where he had to give her up to be wiped.

"Have you gotten your needs out of the way, Mr. Dominic?" Adelle inquired mockingly.

Laurence glared freely at her, emotions still running raw.

"November has grieved for her daughter, Sierra faced the man who took away her freedom, Victor got his kiss, and Echo freed us all. You had Echo, didn't you? For all an hour. They fulfilled their needs, you fulfilled yours. Think of this as a resolution –an allowance of fulfillment as you may move on. You have sated your curiosity, yes? You have seen to your desires?"

"I understand completely, Miss DeWitt. I have no further plans to pursue Echo. I am only aiming to do my job as professionally as possible."

"Very good, Mr. Dominic. Go on. She is waiting on you."

He left there with an empty feeling in his chest, and a wary mind as he approached Claire's work area. Echo was inside, being examined by Claire and Boyd thankfully nowhere in sight.

"She was just wiped?" he asked, forcing a normal tone.

Claire glanced at him sympathetically, "Topher just brought her in."

"You suggested it. She's not going to be glitching anymore," his eyes drilled holes into the back of her head.

"Would it be better that DeWitt start watching with hawk eyes, and decide to send her to the Attic because of how far her progression with her awareness goes?"

"Are you trying to protect Echo or are you trying to get rid of her?" his lips curled into a sneer.

"Says the person who actually did try to kill her," Claire retorted. He winced and she sighed. She turned from Echo, looking at him to see him watching Echo closely. Her eyes softened. "I'm trying to protect her. I'm trying to protect all of them."

Laurence took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I'm a little edgy from talking with DeWitt and after the whole thing with Echo. Is she okay?"

"She's fine. As fine as far as Dolls go," she said dryly.

"She doesn't remember anything," he stated flatly.

She looked at him. "…No, Laurence. She doesn't."

"I see," he said monotone, his face becoming blank. His eyes that had grown warmer the past few days were icy again. Claire passed Echo off to him and he held her arm gently, though his demeanor seemed to look like he'd gone back to how he normally was.

"Laurence, my office doesn't have cameras. I can call you whenever Echo is having an examination and let you stay with her," she offered.

"You would do that? You would let me spend time with Echo in your office?" It looked like he was the same, but his eyes changed slightly –imploring her desperately.

"Yes. I heard that DeWitt is cutting your time with her. And I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have thrown the fact you'd try to kill Echo back in your face. I know you're sorry."

Laurence took a firmer hold of the unresponsive Echo, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and grasping her arm with his other hand. He looked back at her.

"I am sorry. I was just trying to do my job," he said remorsefully.

"But it's not just a job to you anymore, is it?" Claire asked quietly, as the two started walking away. The two didn't look like they heard her, but she still saw Laurence's shoulders tense briefly.

Her sharp eyes didn't miss Echo grasping Laurence's jacket as they left and he tightened his hold.


"Laurence, I have a job for you to do," Adelle said first thing, shuffling her papers.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Boyd has been substituting for Ramirez. Echo is booked this whole week so she doesn't have a handler to look out for her. Would you mind standing in for Boyd?" she looked at him, and he wondered what she was playing at.

"No, Miss DeWitt. I'll be happy to," he said without emotion in his face or voice.

"I'm sure you are," she smirked. "Go on then. Your first engagement with her is today."

Her wording was so wrong…and he was really tempted to hit the woman for mocking him…

And damn Ramirez. What the hell was the woman doing? Someone always had to sub for her.

He looked at the folder he was given and sneered when he saw it was another romantic/sexual engagement. Echo was supposed to become a questionable girl named Chardonnay. He kept a permanent scowl on his face as he headed to the clothing warehouse. The description he was given of the clothing he was supposed to get Echo put him in an even worse mood. Angrily, he searched for the requested garments.

First, she was to wear a black and red lacy corset. Snatching it off the rack, he went searching for matching underwear. He also grabbed the black CFM pumps that were supposed to complete the outfit. Grumbling in his head, he carried the assorted clothing with him and placed it in the room she was supposed to change in. When he found Echo, he reluctantly led her to Topher, who had the gall to look at him with sympathetic eyes. He waited and then Echo wasn't her anymore.

"This way, please," he kept his face blank even when Echo fluttered her eyelashes at him. Leading her to the changing room, he gestured to the table and then turned his back.

"You know, I wouldn't mind letting you have a peek, honey," Echo purred from behind him.

His whole body stiffened up and he tried to ignore her, hoping she was dressed. He definitely couldn't ignore her when she was behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her breasts pressed against his back.

"In fact, I wouldn't mind having a peek at you," her tongue darted out and flicked against the back of his neck.

He shivered and jumped away when her hand reached down and came close to cupping him through his pants. He mentally sighed in relief when he noticed that she was at least clothed in her new clothing now, though the relief was short-lived because of the same reason.

"We have to go to meet your client now, Chardonnay," he forced himself to say.

"Fine. But we can still have a little fun together, right?" she gave him a sultry smile.

"Sure. Later," he lied.

Echo led the way out.


Okay, it officially sucked having Boyd's job. Laurence was sitting in the van, wondering when it will all be over. He had been there for four hours already, and the damn engagement was overnight. He was monitoring her vitals, and every time her stress levels spiked up he could guess why. And he'd shot at several stray garbage cans already.

He took out his phone and called Claire. Her surprised voice answered the phone.

"Laurence, what's wrong? Is Echo hurt?"

"No. Why is she doing this?" he gritted his teeth.

There was a pause on the other side. "Because she's punishing and testing you."

"What? Why would she do that?"

"Look, Laurence. You've been caught pining –"

"I am not pining after Echo," he interjected.

"You've been caught pining after Echo. DeWitt sent you to be with her to make you suffer. So you can be with Echo and yet not be able to be with her. Echo is generally pegged for romantic and sexual engagements, so DeWitt is counting on you to become jealous and agitated. She wants you to be. And it's even better for her if you do, to test you whether or not you'll still show…affection towards Echo."

"Am I being monitored?" his eyes scanned around him, searching for anything that was suspicious.

"How would I know?"

"Because you seem to know more than you're supposed to."

Here, she seemed to pause. He waited and was about to get annoyed when she started talking.

"No. You're not being monitored."

He didn't ask how she knew that.

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning with Echo."

And he spent the rest of the night alone, imagining what Echo was doing.

He was thankful when the night was all over. He and Echo were in Claire's office, and he was busy waiting for Claire while Echo was looking around curiously. He was looking at his watch when Echo hugged him from behind.

"E-Echo?"

"Laurence," she mumbled against his shoulder, where she nuzzled her nose against and purred contentedly.

His stiff body started relaxing as she began rubbing the heel of her palms at the junctures between his neck and shoulder.

She remembered him. And that was all he could ask for. After everything, she still remembered him. No wipe, scrub, or even Claire's journey for the Dolls would change that. At least, not for long.

He turned around calmly, feeling completely at ease –something he hadn't felt for a long time. He brushed his lips against hers twice before taking initiative and pressing his tongue against them, and asking permission to enter. When her mouth tentatively opened, he slipped his tongue inside and swiped against hers, earning a low moan. He was taking it all in slowly. He thought he had time.

His collar was yanked backwards and this time he was the one slammed against the wall, facing a very angry looking Boyd. Well, at least he was spared the man's infamous right hook. For now.

He looked around in panic, noticing the only other one around was Claire, who was looking at him in a confused and disappointed fashion.

"What the hell are you doing to Echo?!" Boyd yelled, and his hands were inching dangerously close to Laurence's throat.

In a suicidal and very sarcastic moment, Laurence had the thought that he should answer with, 'What do you think? I was locking lips with her.'

He luckily was very sane. That didn't mean he did know what to say.

"I was…"

"I thought you said you and Echo haven't done anything," Claire disappointedly accused.

"We…we haven't. This is as far as we've ever gotten. This is our second kiss, I swear," God, if Boyd didn't let go of him…he was actually dangling an inch off the ground.

"I said to accept your attraction to Echo, not to act on it. Echo doesn't understand. She's not aware enough for those kinds of reactions, and it's wrong for you to just take advantage of her like this. You should know better. I thought you said you weren't like Hearn," she lectured agitatedly.

"I'm not! Echo is aware! And she keeps growing more aware –!"

"Stop making excuses!" Boyd slammed him against the wall hard enough for his sight to black out for a second.

"We've only kissed! I swore to myself I wouldn't go any farther than that! That I wouldn't let myself get carried away and use her!"

"And that makes it better? Because you're only kissing her? That you can still use her for that, if you don't let yourself get 'carried away'? And what if when you start wanting more than that?!" Boyd looked ready to murder him.

"No…no. But it's all I can have and she was okay with it," Laurence's voice cracked and he was ashamed to feel tears starting to come down his face.

And then he felt Boyd being pushed from him, and he could feel Echo's familiar arms around him and cradling his head to her chest. He blinked the tears away and opened his eyes to see Claire and Boyd looking at them in astonishment.

"I…suspected something. But not this. Or really, to this extent," Claire muttered to herself.

"I wanted him to," Echo said stubbornly, glaring at them. "I wanted to do more, but he wouldn't let me."

"Well, that solves the case of if it's consensual or not," Claire decided to candidly comment, Boyd still speechless. They heard voices and Laurence frantically got up, pulling Echo up with him.

"Closet now," Claire was panicked too.

Boyd grabbed both of them and shoved them into the closet, just in time for Adelle and Topher to miss them. Laurence and Echo moved to the very back, pressed closely against each other. The whole length of her body was pressed up against his (and he was very aware of this), and he'd had to wrap his arms around her waist and hold her close to hide in their space. He could feel her heart beating close to his…

The door opened and he tensed. The three figures of Boyd, Claire, and Topher stood there and he relaxed a fraction, still wary.

"Holy crap," Topher commented ungracefully. "Wow, so did not see you two getting all comfortable in the closet. Uh, too comfortable, that is."

Stared 4/6/09 –Completed 4/13/09

A/n: If anyone writes a LaurencexEcho fic, even if it's a one-shot, I'll make a panoramic, collage, or one-shot for them in return of any character/pairing in Dollhouse (unless they want something from another fandom, then I'll have to see). I think I'm still feeling shocked from the last episode. I think I'll be in mourning for a while…and wear all black…and have crying fits in the corner…

Oh, join the Dollhouse wiki! I'm there almost all the time, and I show previews of the next chapter for this story there. Here's my account on there: h t t p : / / d o l l h o u s e w i k i . f o x . c o m / a c c o u n t / e r i _q u i n.