some time ago - sam/ava - 100_prompts - (writer's choice - stuck)
title: some time ago
fandom: supernatural
pairing: sam/ava
prompt: writer's choice 26 - stuck - Table B (30-B) for 100_prompts
summary: A glimpse into Ava's past.
rating: M.
word count: 800.
warnings/spoilers: none really ;)
a/n: An AU/Supernatural fic set in a world where the Croatian virus has mutated and spread, mainly original characters/storylines apart from the inclusion of the virus and Sam Winchester. Set post-season 3 after Dean's death. This particular fic is set pre-virus.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Some Time Ago
“When a child suffers a traumatic shock at a young age, sometimes they can block it from their memory; and it manifests. It’s common for it to appear in adolescence, as it did with Ava Stone. She suffers from severe night terrors, hallucinations and other forms of parasomnia. They began at age thirteen during stage four of her sleeping cycle; when the body is in its deepest sleep.
Liliana, a young, intelligent blonde intern peered through the small glass window at her eyeline of the patient’s door. “What causes her parasomnia?” she asked her mentor and professor, Dr. Hilary Compton.
“She witnessed the murder of her mother and sisters at the hands of her father. He returned from a tour of Afghanistan; he was one of only a handful of soldiers to survive a bombing of their base.” Dr. Compton eyed Ava’s stone-like body through the window, sighed, and referred to the transparent clipboard in her hands. “He suffered from undiagnosed PTSD, took his gun, shot his family, and then took his own life.”
“How did Ava survive?” Nathan, a shaggy-haired, slouching student asked, having to stand on his tiptoes to see through the window to Ava.
“She ran.” Dr. Compton replied. “Hid underneath the house until morning. With no living relatives, she was sent to a group home. When the night terrors started, they sent her here to us. That was five years ago. She’s eighteen next month.” Dr. Compton pushed her glasses up her slim nose and continued walking down the narrow hallway. “Next we have Marina Fitzgerald...”
Liliana hung back a little, watching Ava through the window, as the rest of her student group continued onto the next mental patient. This was her least favourite part of her internship; but compulsory if she wanted the extra-credit. Liliana didn’t like mental hospitals; she didn’t know how to act in them... would the people snap and run at her? Would she somehow set one off on a killing spree? It was the reason she was focusing on orthopaedics; bones didn’t tend to go crazy.
Ava was only a few years younger than her, alone and drugged out of her mind. Dr. Compton had mentioned before they saw Ava that she was almost constantly kept in a comatose state so she wouldn’t wake up screeching. Liliana wondered about that; if the deep sleep caused her night terrors... why put her in an even deeper sleep?
Liliana had what would be considered a normal life. Her parents were still together, she had a mediocre relationship with her two younger brothers, her boyfriend was a car salesman, and she part-timed at her college library for rent money. Sometimes she thought her life was boring; and then she would be introduced to someone like Ava... a shell of a person who used to be alive; but who had never even really lived.
The irony was, Liliana wanted to be a doctor so that she could help people; but she knew just from looking through the window at the drawn, sunken cheeks of the young woman, that no one would be able to help her.
With a grim and pitiful smile that Ava couldn’t see, Liliana followed after her fellow students.
xxx
BANG!
“JOHN!”
BANG!
“DON’T!”
BANG!
“AVA, RUN!”
The familiar feeling of a scream bellowing from her throat woke Ava out of her drug induced slumber. The dream of her family’s murder was always a sign that her medication was wearing off; and that she was waking up.
Jolie, the pudgy night nurse, was trying to soothe her screams, as was almost customary for Thursday nights. Ava couldn’t articulate what she wanted to say; her mouth just emitted strangled screams as she saw blood splash at her eyes, her sister’s cries in her eardrums, and the horrific feeling that her bones were burning away under her skin.
Sometimes there was a brief moment before she woke up completely when Ava felt no pain at all, but her screaming overpowered it. Therapy hadn’t worked for her, so now she just stayed flat on her back in an uncomfortable bed, scrawny and weak, being fed through a tube and injected with sedatives that sent her into a dark hole of nothingness for days at a time.
Once, she’d had a life. In these moments of nothingness, she saw her parents laughing... her twin sisters giggling as she pushed them on swings... birthdays... Christmases... then her father had gone to war... everything changed when he came back... but Ava couldn’t remember the details. The darkness filled her brain; leaving no room for her memories, she felt as though the ones she had she was lucky to remember, and feared one day she would wake up and those thoughts, like so many others, would be gone forever.
xxx
fandom: supernatural
pairing: sam/ava
prompt: writer's choice 26 - stuck - Table B (30-B) for 100_prompts
summary: A glimpse into Ava's past.
rating: M.
word count: 800.
warnings/spoilers: none really ;)
a/n: An AU/Supernatural fic set in a world where the Croatian virus has mutated and spread, mainly original characters/storylines apart from the inclusion of the virus and Sam Winchester. Set post-season 3 after Dean's death. This particular fic is set pre-virus.
disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Supernatural. This is purely written for entertainment only.
Some Time Ago
“When a child suffers a traumatic shock at a young age, sometimes they can block it from their memory; and it manifests. It’s common for it to appear in adolescence, as it did with Ava Stone. She suffers from severe night terrors, hallucinations and other forms of parasomnia. They began at age thirteen during stage four of her sleeping cycle; when the body is in its deepest sleep.
Liliana, a young, intelligent blonde intern peered through the small glass window at her eyeline of the patient’s door. “What causes her parasomnia?” she asked her mentor and professor, Dr. Hilary Compton.
“She witnessed the murder of her mother and sisters at the hands of her father. He returned from a tour of Afghanistan; he was one of only a handful of soldiers to survive a bombing of their base.” Dr. Compton eyed Ava’s stone-like body through the window, sighed, and referred to the transparent clipboard in her hands. “He suffered from undiagnosed PTSD, took his gun, shot his family, and then took his own life.”
“How did Ava survive?” Nathan, a shaggy-haired, slouching student asked, having to stand on his tiptoes to see through the window to Ava.
“She ran.” Dr. Compton replied. “Hid underneath the house until morning. With no living relatives, she was sent to a group home. When the night terrors started, they sent her here to us. That was five years ago. She’s eighteen next month.” Dr. Compton pushed her glasses up her slim nose and continued walking down the narrow hallway. “Next we have Marina Fitzgerald...”
Liliana hung back a little, watching Ava through the window, as the rest of her student group continued onto the next mental patient. This was her least favourite part of her internship; but compulsory if she wanted the extra-credit. Liliana didn’t like mental hospitals; she didn’t know how to act in them... would the people snap and run at her? Would she somehow set one off on a killing spree? It was the reason she was focusing on orthopaedics; bones didn’t tend to go crazy.
Ava was only a few years younger than her, alone and drugged out of her mind. Dr. Compton had mentioned before they saw Ava that she was almost constantly kept in a comatose state so she wouldn’t wake up screeching. Liliana wondered about that; if the deep sleep caused her night terrors... why put her in an even deeper sleep?
Liliana had what would be considered a normal life. Her parents were still together, she had a mediocre relationship with her two younger brothers, her boyfriend was a car salesman, and she part-timed at her college library for rent money. Sometimes she thought her life was boring; and then she would be introduced to someone like Ava... a shell of a person who used to be alive; but who had never even really lived.
The irony was, Liliana wanted to be a doctor so that she could help people; but she knew just from looking through the window at the drawn, sunken cheeks of the young woman, that no one would be able to help her.
With a grim and pitiful smile that Ava couldn’t see, Liliana followed after her fellow students.
xxx
BANG!
“JOHN!”
BANG!
“DON’T!”
BANG!
“AVA, RUN!”
The familiar feeling of a scream bellowing from her throat woke Ava out of her drug induced slumber. The dream of her family’s murder was always a sign that her medication was wearing off; and that she was waking up.
Jolie, the pudgy night nurse, was trying to soothe her screams, as was almost customary for Thursday nights. Ava couldn’t articulate what she wanted to say; her mouth just emitted strangled screams as she saw blood splash at her eyes, her sister’s cries in her eardrums, and the horrific feeling that her bones were burning away under her skin.
Sometimes there was a brief moment before she woke up completely when Ava felt no pain at all, but her screaming overpowered it. Therapy hadn’t worked for her, so now she just stayed flat on her back in an uncomfortable bed, scrawny and weak, being fed through a tube and injected with sedatives that sent her into a dark hole of nothingness for days at a time.
Once, she’d had a life. In these moments of nothingness, she saw her parents laughing... her twin sisters giggling as she pushed them on swings... birthdays... Christmases... then her father had gone to war... everything changed when he came back... but Ava couldn’t remember the details. The darkness filled her brain; leaving no room for her memories, she felt as though the ones she had she was lucky to remember, and feared one day she would wake up and those thoughts, like so many others, would be gone forever.
xxx