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Made with Love

Pairing Ry/Col DolliesJ

Rating G-Fluffy

Summary: If MakingaMochrie’s Fantasy is Crack then this must be Crack with a side of Trippin’.  Just a Cutie lil thought that came into my head after seeing those precious lil dollies.  I’m gonna harass Clay into drawing them all!!  Tee Hee.

I hope to write this in a few parts but I need some happy feedback (feedback whore plug of the evening) I hope you enjoy!!

Disclaimer: oO(glances around…I hope Clay hasn’t copy writed her dollies yet, this is just my sincere form of flattery for her loverly work!!)

 

They sat side by side together in a little box on a shelf.

 

The sign on the door of the shop read Tommy Tinker’s Collectables and Curios.  A woman came and lifted the box lid and stared curiously at the contents.  ‘How strange.’ she wondered, as she removed one of the tiny little rag dollies.  He was a cute little balding man with a shy little smile.  She fingered the material of his shirt and thought it again odd that someone would make a doll like this.   She placed him gently back in the soft cotton that he had rested in and picked up the other doll.  He was taller and thinner than the other one and on his face he wore a knowing grin that seemed to smile right through her.  She put the dollie back and decided that she had to have them.  She went to the front of the store and gave her new finds to the clerk.  He looked from the box to the lady and with a nod said. “You’ll do.”

 

She looked at the man and pondered his enigmatic remark.  He wrapped the box carefully in brown paper package all tied up with string and wished her the best of luck.  She left, but not without noticing the little pat he gave the box before handing it to her.  She left the store, the sound of the jingling bells, tinkling behind her as the door closed.  She walked the couple of blocks to her tiny little apartment, climbed the stairs to the second floor and down the hall to room 201.

 

She was greeted at the door by her overly frisky puppy, Max, who immediately jumped up on her legs.  She held her box high above her head and tried to maneuver herself around her bouncy canine companion.  “Down, Max.” She said as she patted his head and shooed him away from her.  She sat the box on her small little table in what was colorfully referred to as the ‘breakfast nook’ noticing that a happy beam of sunshine had danced in and enveloped the wrapped box.  It made her smile, her curiosity growing even more.  There was something very special about the boxes’ contents, she just had a feeling.

 

After feeding Max and scolding him for yet again tearing up one of her favorite books, and cleaning up the mess, she settled down at the table and studied the box.  She felt a strange tingling sensation and hesitated before removing the outer wrapping.  It felt as if whatever was in the box was alive, but that was just silliness, she thought as she untied the string. 

 

She couldn’t shake off the queer feeling as she lifted the lid once again and stared down at the tiny little forms lying in their soft cotton beds.  Nothing had changed about them.  They just lay there, each smiling in their own peaceful way.  The sunbeam had not moved from the spot, but had grown more brilliant as flecks of dust hung lazily, settling over the pair.  She reached out still uncertain and touched one of the dolls, the bald one, almost reverently.  He felt surprisingly warm. She snatched her hand back.   She figured he would be cool in the old box, and he hadn’t been laying that long in the sunlight. She looked at the other dollie and he just lay there like all dollies should, his smile piercing her, it too, very lifelike.