Title: Always Wendy
Author: Femvamp
Fandom: American Horror Story: Asylum
Pairing : Lana/Wendy
Disclaimer: American Horror Story belongs to Ryan Murphy and other people who aren't me
Spoilers: Season 2 Episode 4 I Am Anne Frank
Authors Note: Ok I've been trying to think up new ideas for this show but since basically both my pairings are kinda...well uhhh not available right now I am having trouble so I came up with this.
It all came back to Wendy.
She felt the walls cracking. She was having vivid dreams; not while sleeping but while still awake. They took her out of this horrid place and yet not. She saw with new eyes. She felt...
She felt alone.
She needed to get out before they took the last of her sanity.
She felt it slipping day by day; moment by moment. She tried to hold on but she could no longer tell the real from the unreal. She saw monsters guarding the gates of hell. Were they real or just her imagination?
She was not sure.
There were no such thing as monster and yet she saw monsters...everywhere.
She would do anything to get out of this place; even if that meant giving up a chunk of who she was. The good doctor; the only one she trusted told her he could help but she would have to give up something precocious.
She would have to give up Wendy.
Wendy who had abandoned her to this hell.
Abandon all hope; all ye who enter here.
She was almost out of hope.
He promised to save her. A man. She would never have believed someone like him before but now she had no choice; so she looked at his pictures. She felt the drugs running through her system wanting her to give in. Feel revulsion where all she felt was excitement. Her body responded to the picture of her Wendy. Wendy who might be dead or might just have left her; her body still knew Wendy. Her heart still wanted Wendy even as her body betrayed her.
It was Wendy who broke her in the end.
It was Wendy who damned her.
Always Wendy.
She felt the bile in her throat as she resisted the drug; but it was powerful and she was getting weaker. She didn't have the strength to fight anymore. So she gave in. She gave in to the doctors demands and touched herself while looking at the naked man standing there in front of her. She felt the bile again as she touch him.
This felt wrong.
This was wrong.
She was cracking. She felt the walls closing in. The good doctor promised her a way out and gave her a picture of her Wendy. The woman who had betrayed her and yet she still held on to. The one remaining piece of her sanity that she could not let go of.
She loved Wendy.
Wendy had damned her.
The good doctor gave her hope. He would take her with him out of this hell and maybe back to Wendy. It was her last chance. Her last hope. There would be nothing left of her soon if she didn't leave this place. They would take everything from her; her memories, her sanity, her Wendy.
She would fight to keep all of them. She was not going to let go. She would do whatever it took to get out of this place; back to her; back to Wendy.
Always Wendy.