Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar all credit goes to James Cameron.

Author's Note: This is something that I did for my own "shits and giggles" and this will elements of the story or wording may change frequently. It seems like each time I read it I find something that I want to change. Also, this will include romance between two OCs and also with Jake and Neytiri and possible others later on.

"Why won't she wake up? It doesn't make sense! Honey? Honey, wake up for mommy. It's time to get up. Zoey, you have to wake up now-"

She could hear her mother's voice calling her, telling her to wake up but Zoey couldn't do anything. She wanted to scream but her body remained still and lifeless. She was alone in a void, it felt like she no longer had a physical body but she knew she did, she could feel her mother shaking her, holding her hand. "What happened to me?" She kept repeating that question to herself, trying to recall remember but she couldn't. All she remembered was her school. Her class was reading a book aloud. What was the book about? Some moon? That was the last thing she could remember. Did she black out? Did she fall? An accident?

Zoey cried and screamed, she frantically clawed at the walls of her mind but her cries stayed within her head.

Dr. Amanda Amoahs collapsed over her daughter's body and sobbed. She had tried everything medical test to find out what was wrong with her little girl. Her hand stroked Zoey's pale cheek, trying to think what might have caused her daughter's coma. Zoey had been so full of life, so happy despite witnessing the brutal deaths of her father and brother. Dr. Amoahs's thoughts drifted back to the horrible accident. She remembered how the emergency crew found her daughter. Zoey had been trapped under the bodies of her dad and brother. They both had shielded her from the explosion but their broken faces stared her in the face, their blood dripping on her. Zoey was so emotionless; the next she acted like nothing had happened, she even wanted to go back to school because of a class party. She never allowed herself to grieve.

Amanda's head rose up with understanding. "That's it, the accident. She must've suffered more than what she lead us to believe. The weight of the accident put too much pressure on her mind practically retreated into its self." Amanda rose to her feet and walked over to the monitors showing the results of her daughter's head scans. Her daughter's brain activity was normal, still reacting. She turned to her partners solemnly, "What are the chances that she'll come out of this on her own?"

Dr. Francis, a man in his late forties, shook his head and frowned, "You know the answers as well as we do. These incidences are rare at best and those few other cases never woke up. At best, she has a five percent chance of waking up, but after the first week that chance goes down to a fraction of a percent." He hated to see his long time friend suffer so much, Amanda had lost so much. It had only been a few months since the accident that took her husband and son's lives and now her daughter was in a coma. He was so glad that he never got married, never had any children. He didn't know what he would do if something like this happened to him.

Amanda slowly took in a long breath of air, her eyes locked of the brain readings with determination.

"Dr. Amoahs? Did you hear me?"

"A week then. I'll wait a week."

Dr. Francis turned to the other doctors in the room, "You are dismissed." He waited for the others to leave before turning back to his close friend, "Amanda, I don't like that look in your eyes. What is going to happen in a week?"

Amanda turned to Dr. Francis and sighed, "Peter, we've been through a lot together haven't we?"

Peter Francis nodded suspiciously, "I suppose we have." He frowned, after years working with his partner; he knew all too well the radical ideas that formed in her brilliant brain.

"We've always been there for each other in hard times." She paused. "I need your help. And your trust."

Peter's voice got low and hushed, "What crazy-ass idea do you have in your head?"

"It's time to make good use of what we do." Amanda looked Peter in the eyes, "I need a lab."

Peter sighed, "Let me guess, you don't need just any lab…"

She nodded, "I need a BioLab, one that's never used. I don't care if it's an old one, if anything needs upgraded, I'll do it myself."

"Amanda, do you know what you're asking me? I-I can't do that. I'm sorry, I really am. I wish I could. I'd do anything to help you but I just-I just can't do this."

"Peter. Think what you would do if she was your daughter. If you had already lost everyone else dear to you. You wouldn't let her just rot in her bed, never to experience anything ever again. I need to do this." Exhausted and desperate sobs broke up her words, "I need to do this. I can't go one knowing that I'll never laugh with her again. You're the only one I can turn to. Please Peter. We have this wonderful technology that we use for greedy tycoons that are only interested in the fattening their wallets; this very same technology can give my daughter new life. She'd be able to experience life until she can use her real body."

Dr. Francis put a hand to his eyes, "Amanda, you are going to be the death of me but I guess I can't let you do this alone." He collapsed in a chair and motioned for Dr. Amoahs to pull up a chair. "You know, they won't allow an avatar to fully mature on earth. It'll have to be moved to Pandora, and so will Zoey. It is a dangerous place for a child."

Dr. Amoahs sat down next to Peter, "I know, but she'll be safe inside the complex. I have a trip to Pandora coming up in a couple years. Perhaps I can postpone it until her avatar is ready and I can convince them that I need to supervise my daughter's condition so she needs to come with me. I'll have the avatar privately shipped. In this age, there's always someone that will do the job for the right price. "

"You know, we could do this legally. We could convince the board that this is a strictly scientific venture, they may even fund this-"

"No." Amanda interrupted him, "They will not use my little Zoey as a public guinea pig!"

"Okay, Okay. It was only a suggestion. There's an old BioLab we can use. The whole section of the building isn't really in use anymore so it will be private. It's out dated though."

"That's okay; we're going to be trying something new."

"Okay then, when should we start?"

"Right now."