Disclaimer: do not own AHS.

A/N: Love that you guys are loving this! And is it bad that I'm kind of shipping Oliver and Lana because of this? Cause no lie, I kinda did too in the show before Oliver's true self came out. Should have seen the look on my face. But once I saw that nipple lamp I knew something was up. Anyway, here's to sane Oliver Thredson!

Oh, and to the first ep. of Hotel!

(Which left me confused and pretty turned on? But then again, when doesn't AHS do that?)

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THREE

Heaven Sent

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When Oliver went home, he thought a lot of things through. Lana Winters weighed heavily on his mind for multiple reasons. He had finally remembered why she seemed so familiar to him and it had been because he had seen her once before. Not in person but on his television screen. She had been doing a report on a shooting downtown. Oliver didn't know why it had taken him so long to remember her. The segment was a short one, possibly two minutes long and he had briefly glanced at the screen from his book.

He remembered the woman on screen to be—well, sane, for a lack of a better word. She was bright and intelligent, eager and with a sense of passion in her tone of voice. Oliver compared that Lana with the one he had met in Briarcliff and couldn't believe they were the same woman. It had to be a mistake.

However, it wasn't.

Lana Winters was a patient in Briarcliff, no longer a reported.

Still, the question lingered. What had she done? Why was she there?

She had seemed so normal to him. Oliver was sure her being there in the first place must have been some mistake. However, he knew nothing of Ms. Winters's personal life. He didn't know if she was married, was engaged, single or if she even had any children. He doubted she was married for she had her maiden name. She wasn't a Mrs.

Oliver didn't know why the thought that Lana wasn't married calmed him just a little. He supposed it was because he couldn't imagine some cruel man dumping her in a mental asylum like many men had done to their wives before. The practice wasn't in uncommon one. Oliver had read many cases of completely sane women being dropped off in institutions by their husbands simply because they don't wish to be married to them anymore. The thought of a man forcing his wife into such a place made Oliver livid. It was too cruel for words. Not to mention that many of those women arrived sane but slowly lost their minds, locked away, destined to live the rest of their lives in solidarity. It would drive anyone mad.

Maybe a family member had submitted Lana? Oliver was definitely interested in finding out.

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The next day at Briarcliff, Oliver spent the vast majority of his morning in a therapy session with Spivey. He let the sweaty man ramble on and on about things Oliver had no interest in. Spivey was a sick man who indeed belonged in Briarcliff. No form of medicine could excuse his lewd actions towards children. The thought disgusted Oliver but he maintained a level head and let Spivey ramble on and on.

"It's like I can't stop, Doc." He went on, "It makes me feel somethin'."

"Yes, well, Mr. Consuelos, you can't keep flinging your feces. Especially not at the Sisters."

Spivey merely shrugged. He was rather calm that morning. It had taken Oliver a great deal of work to get the sick man to behave in an appropriate way. Oliver knew Spivey had no real interest in changing but he knew their therapy sessions made him less anxious and even Spivey appreciated that.

Their session went on for another half an hour in where Spivey just went on with his foul language and disgusting forms of expression. Oliver remained quiet during it all, trying not to judge his patients but also, he would have rather be spending his time in the rec room.

Alas, when Oliver deemed their session over, Spivey jumped to his feet and scampered away. Oliver wrote a few notes down and retired to his office to study his findings.

After Oliver finished his work, he ventured off to the rec room to see how Martha was doing. However, in the back of his mind he knew he was also there for another reason.

Martha was in the same spot as always, banging her head against the wall, mercilessly. Oliver ignored her for a moment and scanned the room until he saw her. She stood against the wall, besides the window, glancing out of it like always and Oliver couldn't help to wonder what she was thinking, what she saw outside that window that kept her so entranced.

Oliver went to her against his better judgment as a professional doctor and leaned an arm against the wall, opposite of Lana. He too glanced out the window to see nothing but pines and forest. In the distance he could make out the small patch of road he made his way to and fro from work.

"It's beautiful out, isn't it?" He spoke softly as to not startle her.

Lana didn't respond. She merely blinked.

"I bet you miss the outside world, Ms. Winters."

At this, Lana turned to look at him with those same alert eyes. He had definitely caught her attention and she his. Just by looking in those eyes, Oliver was convinced that the woman could be saved.

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Oliver stayed in his office till late with the excuse that he had much work to do. Frank and the other orderlies retired and bid him goodnight. Jude as well stopped by his office, surprised to still see him there. Oliver usually went home around five o'clock, seven the latest. Oliver told her he'd leave momentarily and so Jude nodded and retreated to put the patients and then herself to bed.

Oliver waited about forty-five minutes until he excited his office with a flashlight and made his way in the direction of Jude's office. When he reached the door, he flashed the lights both ways to make sure he hadn't been followed. When Oliver deemed the coast clear, he opened the door to Jude's office and stepped inside, closing the door behind him.

Oliver wasted no time and rushed to the wooden desk, opening all the drawers until he found the one that housed the patient's files. He skimmed through them until he reached the one he was looking for and pulled it out.

Lana's paperwork was in a nice manila folder just like the rest. Winters, Lana. Was typed on the little tab.

Oliver gave the papers a quick look over to make sure they were everything he needed and then rushed out of the office before Jude decided to come back. When Oliver opened the door, a shadow stood before him, causing him to jump back, startled. He put the light slightly up and sighed heavily.

"Pepper." His voice was stern, "What are you doing here?"

The pinhead grinned and laughed her giddy little laugh, "Play with me!" She twirled one way and then the other.

Oliver pushed his glasses up. "Pepper, you're supposed to be in bed. It's not time to play." He placed his hand upon her shoulder, "Come on, before you get the both of us in trouble."

Oliver led a still giddy Pepper down the hall and into the women's corridors where he found one of the doors open, wondering how in the world Pepper had managed to get out. One of the orderlies must have forgotten to lock her door.

"In you go." He told her, giving her a light push forward so she'd go inside.

"So you make house calls now, doctor?" Came Shelly's seductive voice and Oliver turned around to see her face looking through the bars of the door's small window.

He exhaled, "You should be in bed as well."

"Come on doctor, I'm not feeling very good." She licked her lips.

Oliver only frowned at the blonde woman. "Goodnight, Shelly." He told her and left the hall before another patient called to his attention.

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When Oliver arrived home, he went straight to his study. There, turned the light on and he sat on his desk, pulling out Lana Winters's file and setting it upon the desk in front of him. He opened the folder and read through the first page.

Winters, Lana.

DOB: 11/06/1935

He continued to read through her other descriptions such as her weight and height.

"Submitted February third, 1963…" Oliver muttered to himself.

He continued to read through every single page with great detail until he reached the very last one. He then lowered the files. "Homosexuality." The word escaped his lips in a subtle mutter.

Homosexuality, deviant behavior, immoral thoughts were the first words listed under Lana's diagnosis. He continued to read them until he came to the name of the person that had committed Lana to Briarcliff.

"Wendy Peyser."

The name was unfamiliar to Oliver and he grew confused. He set the papers back down and took his glasses off. Lana had been condemned to Briarcliff not because she was mentally insane, but because she was a homosexual. Of course homosexuality was dubbed as a sickness according to the DSM but Oliver had disagreed with that diagnosis all together. A homosexual was not the same thing as a person diagnosed with schizophrenia or psychopathy. It was very different indeed.

Oliver leaned back against his chair, "So you were sane…" He stated as if speaking to Lana herself.

Oliver felt both anger and sadness for the poor woman. She had been reduced to nothing and only for the sole fact that she had shown interest in another woman. The world was truly an unfair place.

Oliver looked back down to the name of the woman that had committed Lana. Her surname was different than Lana's and Oliver wondered who she was. It was usually a family member that deposited a person into the institution, rarely someone that had no blood connection. Oliver just had the inkling feeling that this Wendy Peyser was not a blood relative to Lana.

The next day, Oliver arrived at Briarcliff bright and early to place Lana's files back in Jude's office. He went in when he was sure that Jude was off waking up the patients. He managed to put the files back without being caught.

That morning, Oliver skipped his session with Spivey and went straight to the rec room to see Lana. Oliver knew he should have stayed away from her for it was not professional of him to involve his time with a patient that was not in his case file but there was just something about Lana that called to him and he somehow felt personally responsible for her. She was an enigma, drawing him deeper and deeper.

Oliver did not find Lana in the rec room. She wasn't by the window or seated on the sofa like she was every day. Oliver then went in search for her in the mess hall but she was not there either. Growing worried, he searched the halls in search of her but instead found Sister Mary Eunice who was ushering Pepper in the direction of the rec room.

When Pepper saw Oliver she grew giddy and restless, jumping up and down and rushed to him, "Play with Pepper!"

Sister Mary Eunice gasped and grabbed Pepper, "Pepper, manners! I'm sorry doctor, I don't know what's gotten into her."

Oliver smiled at Pepper, "Not to worry, Sister." He patted Pepper's shoulder, "She just wants to play. Isn't that right, Pepper?"

"Pepper play!"

Oliver turned to Mary Eunice, "Sister, I'm in search of Ms. Lana Winters, I'd like to see about her well being but I cannot find her."

Mary Eunice turned serious at the mention of Lana and her eyes watered. "Oh, Doctor." Her lower lip trembled.

"What's the matter?" Oliver grew concerned.

"Pepper, go to the rec room. I'll be right there." Mary shooed Pepper off and so the little pinhead went.

Mary Eunice looked to Oliver, "Lana is in her chambers." She paused for a moment, "She had a little slip last night and well…"

Oliver glowered. "She didn't receive another electroshock treatment, did she?"

"Sister Jude said it be for the best. There was no way to calm her."

"There is always a better way, Sister." Oliver said coldly and angrily left Mary Eunice's side in the direction of the women's corridor.

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Oliver looked through the barred windows until he came to Lana's chamber and sure enough, there she was, lying limp upon the bed, tied down with estraints. Oliver carefully opened the door and stepped inside.

The room Lana was confined in was musky and smelled of dust and urine. There were cobwebs on the ceilings and in the corners of the walls. Oliver went to her bedside to see fresh burn marks on her temples. He grew angry at the injustice that had been done to her but softened at the look of Lana asleep.

Oliver leaned over and brushed her hair, "I'm sorry this happened to you."

Without warning, Lana's eyes fluttered open. When she noticed his presence, Lana flinched and coward away from him, yanking on her restraints. She opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.

"Shh, shh, Lana, it's alright. It's just me. Do you remember me?" He spoke calmly to her, "It's Dr. Thredson."

Oliver carefully brushed back Lana's bangs as her eyes watched him steadily, filled with fear. She continued to stare at him, panting until she began calm, little by little.

Oliver could see her slowly figuring things out and smiled gently at her. "Yes, it's me. I won't hurt you."

He pulled away and went to the foot of the bed. Lana's eyes shot at him, nervous of what he was doing. He noticed her nervous expression, "Don't worry, I'm just going to untie these." Oliver unbuckled the restraints, one foot at a time. Lana's skin was red and raw from her tugging at her limbs in order to free herself.

When Oliver untied both of her feet, he untied her wrists and watched as Lana curled into herself, hiding herself into a little ball against the headboard. He couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

"There, I bet that feels much better." Oliver noticed Lana shaking and saddened. "I'm sorry." He apologized to her even though it wasn't his fault. "Rest now." Oliver said and turned to leave when Lana reached out and grasped his wrist tightly, preventing Oliver from leaving.

Oliver turned to look at her. Her big, alert eyes were on his, just pleading for help. Her lips parted and in a raspy, barely audible voice spoke, "H—help…m—me."

Oliver's heart skipped a beat, unable to believe what he had just heard. Had she really spoken? She had and her voice, it was heavenly. Oliver could have sworn so.

Somehow, the electroshock had woken her from the deep slumber she had been all that time. She seemed much more alert.

Oliver stepped closer to the bed, taking a hold of Lana's hand in his. "I'm going to help you, Lana. I promise you."

Tears streamed down Lana's face and she closed her eyes, beginning to cry softly and somehow Oliver knew that it was the first bit of kindness she had received in a very long time. "P—please..."

"It'll all be alright." He reassured her, "I'm here to help you now."