Katara's and Sokka's dad: Hakoda
Characters: Aang, Zuko, Katara, Sokka, Suki, Toph, Toe, The Duke, Pipsqueak, Iroh, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, Ozai, Ge'atso etc
Ages (in 2001, the year Aang wakes up):
Was 79 now dead - - Ge'atso
38 - - Iroh (39)
33 - - Ozai (34)
15 - - Zuko, Sokka, Pipsqueak (16)
14½ - - Katara, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee (15½)
14 - - Aang, Toph, Toe (15)
12½ - - The Duke (13½)
Summary: non-avatarverse. In the year 1901, a monk named Aang get really sick, the high monk, Ge'atso, who favoured the younger man, calls in a doctor to save him. He is given experimental 'antidote' on the inistences on Ge'Atso. It causes Aang to fall into a coma-like sleep. 100 years later, he wakes up in a world unknown. Will be boyxboy: Aang/Zuko explicit – I hope XD I DON'T OWN THIS... I wish I did... *pout* LANGUAGE WARNING
Prologue
The Elementalist Monastery
Saturday, 13 January, 10:30 am 1901
The doctor hurried into the dark room. It was unusual for the Monk to call an outsider into their peaceful domain; the only other person to entre (recently) was a Chinese business man. It turned out the business man was a former friend of one of the monk but, also, he had been sick; sick with the flu. But the flu became more than just the normal flu, it was the Spanish Flu; several Monks had already passed.
The doctor gently placed his bulky, black bag down on the bed-side table and glanced around the room. There was only two other people there; one, a pale young man who lay in bed, the other a wrinkly old man dressed in traditional golden and white robes. This must be the man who called him, High Monk Ge'atso. He literally ran the monastery; he also up held the law of no outsiders. If he was the one breaking it then . . . His eyes turned to the feverish boy, 'Man,' he thought, 'he must be important!'
"Ah? High Monk Ge'atso?" the doctor inquired?
Ge'atso stood and greeted him, "Ha! Yes, I am Ge'atso, please, no titles necessary.
"Err, okay. I'm Doctor Harlen. What can I help you with?"
"Ah! Yes. You see . . ."
It was as Harlen thought, the business man gave the boy the Spanish Flu and he was dying; Ge'atso wanted him to try and save the kid. "Hmm, who is he? If you don't mind me asking, that is . . ."
The Monk smiled, "Yes... It's okay. His name is Aang Anil; he's a month shy of 14 years. He's our youngest full-fledged Monk, it's only because of his age that he hasn't gotten the complete Tattoo of Monkhood." Ge'atso brushed the bold child's head, bring the doctor's attention to the bright blue markings scattered over the boy's body. They were a mixture of swirls and arrows. "I - -," the High Monk's choke snapped Harlen back to him. "I know that there probably isn't anything you can do for him but. . ." the old man looked up at the doctor, tears in his eyes, "But, please try something! Aang is the closest thing I have to a grandson – a son even! I can't just let him die without trying something. . . "
Harlen pounder the Monk's words, could he? "Th-there is a serum I've been working on for the Swine Flu..."
"What!" Ge'atso jumped on the opportunity like a starving man. "Anything! Please, give it to him!"
"Eh!" Harlen was taken back, "Monk Ge'atso, -err- I've – I've only ever tested this particular serum on rodents and the outcome hasn't been all the best..."
"Please, just do it! It's the only chance he may have!"
"Ge'atso, the rats feel into a deep sleep. They haven't even woken yet! It would be best to wait for a result from them first." Though Harlen had to admit it was tempting at the prospect of having a human guinea pig.
"A sleep? Surely they are dead. How long ago did you give them the serum?"
"Four months..." The doctor paused. Hey... wait... Shit! Four months and they weren't dead yet, that doesn't make sense; Harlen wasn't feeding them – he couldn't why were – ! "You're right! They should be dead but they're not. . . Maybe we could – ?" He paused, shocked by his own words. "NO! What the fuck am I thinking! We can't test this on him! It's immoral as well as inhumane! I can't and I won't!"
"Doctor Harlen, please! There is no hope for him. He may die either way. There is a chance for him to survive with the serum! The risk is acceptable if there is a chance of him surviving! That is all that matters! Isn't it?" Ge'atso was clinging to Harlen's arm know, pleading him with his eyes. "Are you trying to say that if you had – have – the chance to save his life, you would not because he might die, which he is anyway?"
Eyes wide, Harlen thought over what had been said. He would try to save the child if he could, wouldn't he? Yes, yes he would. Grinding hid teeth together, the doctor made up his mind. His conscious would be clear, no matter what. "Fine! I'll do it!" he pulled away from the older man and rummaged through his bag.
He pulled out a small leather pouch. Setting it on the bed, Harlen carefully unrolled it; revealing three small vial of an electric blue liquid (simular to the colour of the Monk Tattoos) and an undersized syringe. He slowly filled the syringe with liquid before turning to the boy. He hadn't made any sounds, except for tiny almost unheard whimpers.
"Is – is that it? Will it make him better!" Ge'atso gushed.
"Yes. . .I'm going to need you to hold him still, this may hurt."
"Hurt? You did not say anything about it hurting him!" Suddenly, the Monk was worried. A chance at survival was good but a painful death?
But the doctor already inserted the needle. Turning to Ge'atso, he said, "The rats didn't react all that positive to the initial in tack. They withered a little before settling and falling into the deep sleep."
"Really? But it may react differently because Aang's human and not – not a rat?" the older man pressed.
"That's the idea. Here we go . . ."
Painful it was. Aang cried in pain, thrashing about. But, after a good ten minutes, he stopped.
"That is it?" Ge'atso murmured, hugging the sweaty boy slightly.
"Yep, now we have to wait to see if he wakes up, hopefully better, doesn't wake up or . . . dies."
". . ."
The next morning, Harlen and the High Monk stared at the still boy sleeping on the bed. Aang's fever broke during the night and his sweats as the sun rose. The doctor started checking over his condition.
"Doctor Harlen?" Ge'atso whispered, fear obvious in his voice. "Is – is he okay?"
"Hmmm... No," he paused. Looking to the old Monk, he continued, "Technically, he is fine... but he's fallen into the same deep sleep as the rats. There's – there's nothing I can do, I'm sorry..."
Ge'atso's face became ash-white. A wrinkled trembling hand hand grasped Aang's pale milky white one. "How long?"
"What?"
"How long do you think he'll be asleep?"
"I – I don't know... I'd say you should wait 9 months to 3 years before giving up hope. I still don't know how the rats – and know hopefully Aang – haven't died from dehydration or starvation. . ." Harlen took this as a que to leave; Ge'atso was leaning over Aang, sobbing softly.
Hugging the smaller boy to himself tightly, the High Monk whispered, "Please come back Aang! I miss you already. . . please..."
... 100 years later ...
The Elementalist-Bender Street Hospital
Monday, 29th January, 3:12 am 2001
Blue-hinted grey eyes slowly opened. 'Hmm?' Groggily, the eyes slipped closed again, 'Sleepy. . .' And feel straight back to sleep.
Prologue End
