Monkees, Awaken 1/1
SUMMARY: MacLaren AU. The story of how one of the Monkees' helpers became their helper -- from her POV. Companion to Family Bonds and Disclosure . Written for the hc_bingo square "sensory deprivation".
She floated.
In the comfortable darkness, there was no memory. There was no planning. There was only dark peace and comfort.
When the master would call her, though, she would go to him. Once her blood had sustained him, she would be led back to her bed. She would lie down and let the peaceful darkness float her away.
Until her master needed to feed once more.
In her state, there was no time. There was no counting how many time she was called and how long she floated in between.
It just....was.
Any sense of self had long been stripped away from her - including the ability to realise or even care than she was missing something vital. And so - she floated.
She was not even aware enough to dream.
A sensation invaded her dark, peaceful silence.
She felt.
She was lifted and fabric was draped around her and fastened. Voices spoke, but she didn't understand their words.
She was lifted again - two hands on each of her arms. She felt herself being moved at high speed, compared to the leisurely pace her master preferred. She felt warmth hit her skin.
The voices were suddenly sharp and the pace increased yet again.
Something sharp and bright danced from her right upper arm to her brain and she heard and felt herself gasp sharply. Her eyes slid open and she glanced on either side of her.
A blond man held tightly to one arm, a smaller dark-haired man held her right. Each held her arm in both of his and they were dragging her slightly.
This wasn't right. They shouldn't be dragging her. Her bare feet rose and - with only one small trip -she matched their pace, running with them so they didn't have to drag her.
The blond smiled at her. "Good girl," she clearly heard him whisper, and she returned his smile.
Suddenly all was confusion as an explosion's shock wave knocked into them all and then it was all she could do to keep up with them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next few hours were passed in a blur. She felt as though her brain had been opened, scooped out, and refilled with information. It took a long time to understand what she now knew.
She was only dimly aware when her new friends washed and dressed her body. She was too infolved in processing her new understanding.
No longer was she just a passive floater, waiting to be a meal. Now, she knew several things with unshakeable clarity.
The being that she had thought of only as her master was a creature of unspeakable evil, and she had been nothing more than a feeding source for him. A blood slave.
The men who had rescued her were commited to destroying him, and she held within her the knowledge of how to do it.
And she wanted to help them. She could not be with her new friends until her former master was dead. She wanted nothing more than to be with her new friends for the rest of her life.
Now she had a future, though she would never remember her past. She chose a name for herself - Button - and led the charge that would ultimately result in the destruction of the creature that had frd from her for so long.
Communication would always be difficult, as she would never be physically able to talk, but it didn't matter. She was with her friends - her family.
Now aware of herself and her place in the big world, Button no longer floated her way through life.
Now, she lived it to the full.
END
She floated.
In the comfortable darkness, there was no memory. There was no planning. There was only dark peace and comfort.
When the master would call her, though, she would go to him. Once her blood had sustained him, she would be led back to her bed. She would lie down and let the peaceful darkness float her away.
Until her master needed to feed once more.
In her state, there was no time. There was no counting how many time she was called and how long she floated in between.
It just....was.
Any sense of self had long been stripped away from her - including the ability to realise or even care than she was missing something vital. And so - she floated.
She was not even aware enough to dream.
A sensation invaded her dark, peaceful silence.
She felt.
She was lifted and fabric was draped around her and fastened. Voices spoke, but she didn't understand their words.
She was lifted again - two hands on each of her arms. She felt herself being moved at high speed, compared to the leisurely pace her master preferred. She felt warmth hit her skin.
The voices were suddenly sharp and the pace increased yet again.
Something sharp and bright danced from her right upper arm to her brain and she heard and felt herself gasp sharply. Her eyes slid open and she glanced on either side of her.
A blond man held tightly to one arm, a smaller dark-haired man held her right. Each held her arm in both of his and they were dragging her slightly.
This wasn't right. They shouldn't be dragging her. Her bare feet rose and - with only one small trip -she matched their pace, running with them so they didn't have to drag her.
The blond smiled at her. "Good girl," she clearly heard him whisper, and she returned his smile.
Suddenly all was confusion as an explosion's shock wave knocked into them all and then it was all she could do to keep up with them.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next few hours were passed in a blur. She felt as though her brain had been opened, scooped out, and refilled with information. It took a long time to understand what she now knew.
She was only dimly aware when her new friends washed and dressed her body. She was too infolved in processing her new understanding.
No longer was she just a passive floater, waiting to be a meal. Now, she knew several things with unshakeable clarity.
The being that she had thought of only as her master was a creature of unspeakable evil, and she had been nothing more than a feeding source for him. A blood slave.
The men who had rescued her were commited to destroying him, and she held within her the knowledge of how to do it.
And she wanted to help them. She could not be with her new friends until her former master was dead. She wanted nothing more than to be with her new friends for the rest of her life.
Now she had a future, though she would never remember her past. She chose a name for herself - Button - and led the charge that would ultimately result in the destruction of the creature that had frd from her for so long.
Communication would always be difficult, as she would never be physically able to talk, but it didn't matter. She was with her friends - her family.
Now aware of herself and her place in the big world, Button no longer floated her way through life.
Now, she lived it to the full.
END