Wednesday - Disability

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Good Morning, afternoon or what time it is for you. I’m sagaluthien, and am your guest host for this week. It will be great to do it again.

I’ve choose my third theme to be Disability. It is a repeat of one I had last time and there is a reason behind it. After last time I learned that some (not necessary from here) thought it was a bad thing to put a disability to the characters. Why I did choose it then, as of now is not to degrade anyone that might have any sort of disability (I have one myself). My thought is more to make knowledge of that is everywhere around us, visible and a lot more invisible are people having a disability. Some work well, or have learned to work in our society and that I want to give a big tribute to. So today’s prompt shall go on how one or more handle life from what they have to come to terms with, either it’s been from birth, accident or sickness, when ever it appeared in life.

Please don’t forget to remember following the rules!
+ No more than five prompts in a row
+ No more than three prompts from a fandom
+ No spoilers until a week after publication/air-date
+ If your prompt is filled then feel free to leave another.


Please use the following format to make things easier for our codemonkeys (second set is for crossovers):
Supernatural, Dean&Sam, Sam became blind from the demon blood
Avatar (2009), Jack Sully, having nightmares from his time in wheelchair

SPN/Awakings, Bobby/Dr Malcolm Sayer, The Dr Malcolm try to get Bobby to understand nothing is over just because he can’t use his legs
Children of a Lesser God/Ten Inch Hero, Sarah Norman/Priestly, falling in love


(Tag=disability)

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[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean&Sam, Sam became blind from the demon blood

FILLED: Trauma Times Four

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

It took him some time before he realised.

He had lost his mother in the fire.

He had lost his father shortly thereafter, even though he was right there.

He no longer felt like talking. Nobody listened anyway.

With all this going on, it still took him some time to notice. Even though he now took care of his baby brother, he was only four years old himself. So it could be forgiven that it took him some time to notice.

It wasn't that Dean had decided to just start talking again for no reason. He had a reason.

It wasn't to make his father's life easier. He was desperate for his father's love and approval, but that wasn't it.

It wasn't that he was healing from the terrible shock of losing his mother. He would never heal from that.

Dean began talking again to bring baby Sammy's world to life once he noticed what was going on. He knew instinctively what he had to do -- and he did it.

And he did it so well that Sammy was nearly two years old before their father noticed that his youngest boy was blind.

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Avatar (2009), Jack Sully, having nightmares from his time in wheelchair

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

He still has nightmares.

He dreams of when they told him he’d never walk again. He’d been a Marine–still is, really, there’s no such thing as an ex-Marine. His life was based on running and climbing and swimming. To be told he’d be confined in this trap on two wheels for the rest of his life–for a long time he’d refused to believe it.

He dreams of the nurses who had encouraged him to learn to navigate in the wheelchair, get as much mobility back as he could, but all he’d wanted to do was stay in bed. They’d had to feed him through a tube, since he just left the food where they set it, and after a week of, “You need to eat, Mr. Sully, you won’t get well if you don’t,” he’d thrown the tray in the nurse’s face. He was never getting well at all

Then, through some random fluke, or miracle granted by the bastard of a God who decided to do this to him, Tom dies, and he’s recruited by the Avatar program. And why not? There’s nothing left for him at home, and they say they’ll fix his legs. There’s no way he can afford it otherwise.

And the glorious first time he entered the Avatar. He ignored the people telling him to slow down, stay inside. They had no idea. They’d never been robbed of their mobility, their identity.

He’d briefly wondered if there was such a thing as Avatar addiction. If he could have, he’d never have returned to his real body. He dreams of Grace opening the tube, telling him “Welcome back.” Looking down at his shriveled legs and swinging them down and back into the cage.

And even though he’s got a new body now, a real one, even though he’s married to Neytiri, even though he’s the leader of the Omaticaya, he still wakes up in a cold sweat on more nights than not.

It’s going to take him time to forget.

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

SPN/Awakings, Bobby/Dr Malcolm Sayer, The Dr Malcolm try to get Bobby to understand nothing is over just because he can’t use his legs

[sagaluthien.livejournal.com]

Children of a Lesser God (”http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090830/”)/Ten Inch Hero, Sarah Norman/Priestly, falling in love

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Jimmy + Castiel, before Castiel, Jimmy could see, but afterwards? Not so much.

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Adam (/or& any); He was in the Cage for a long time, soul and body. You don't walk away from that unscathed. (You might not even walk.)

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, mute!Gabriel, the Messenger of Heaven's voice is easily recognizable by other angels...and Gabriel wanted to hide. So he made a sacrifice.

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Gabriel knew he would need to hide and even diluted by human vocal chords The Messanger Of Heaven's voice is easily recognizable to other angels.

It has to be: how else would someone know that the message was truely from god if it didn't have that distinctive undertone to it?

So he takes human form and, apologizing to his host, severs his own vocal chords.

The humans that find him think he was attacked by brigands and take him home with them to heal.

The local gods can feel his power but they can't tell what he is. They come to ask him about himself but he remains mute, having insured that the vocal chords would remain severed after the healing.

They tell him they can fix him but he declines.

He still plays tricks and makes people laugh. He teaches people lessons with his trickery and spends centuries avoiding places that have heavy amounts of angels.

He catches a boat to the Americas almost 1700 years after he delivered his last message.

America is even easier to lose oneself in than any other part of the world. No one cares if you are there one day and gone the next.

It's almost expected that a good share of people will keep moving, wether to outrun the law, look for gold, explore or just find a place to have a nice buig farm.

He does well for himself and the one time he runs into one of his brothers the angel is distracted enough by the demon currently trying to eat it's wing that Gabriel is able to slip away without being spotted.

It's all for nothing when he spots the Winchesters.

They find him and the angels that follow them quickly realize what he is, if not who. They are gone in a moment and he knows he must leave his comfy little town quickly.

It's nearly three years before he sees another angel but this time he knows he can't run away.

Castiel is, perhaps, the only one of his brothers he would be willing to give up his silence for. The only problem is that it's been too long.

Even if Gabriel wanted to heal his vocal chords and warn his little brother he couldn't. The flesh had slowly healed into a solid form that, while not painful or restricting, simply couldn't be changed. Perhaps in the first couple hundred years, but not now.

His voice isn't heard again until he is killed by Lucifer. The dying scream of an angel is something every creature hears at it's most base level and this one was overlaid with the whispered voice of God.

[cashay.livejournal.com]

sorry if this is crap because I'm reaaaally tired but I couldn't resist :P

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When he had seen Lucifer again the first time after the apocalypse had ended Dean had freaked. He had been sure that this was it. This was really the end of the world and they were all majorly screwed.

That was until he noticed that Lucifer couldn't see.

The archangel had broken down before Dean had even had the chance to insult him and when he woke up the next time the first thing Dean noticed where those unfocused eyes who had a slight milky coat. He had questioned him until Lucifer had fallen back into sleep, to exhausted to stay awake even with Dean threatening him.

Over the course of the next few days and with the help of Castiel – who had freaked as much as Dean had – the hunter had learned that Lucifer had ended up on earth, powerless. For some twisted reason God had dumped him right in front of Dean's motel room with no eyesight left. Which was how Dean ended up taking care of a blind archangel, something he had never seen himself doing.

Bobby had suggested to just kill him but Dean hadn't been able too. He knew this was Lucifer and for fucks sake he would probably kill them all given the chance but Dean just couldn't. Lucifer hurt. Dean could see that. It wasn't that he lost his eye sight, he just hurt all over.

Dean could read people and the Devil sure as hell was an open book. It also helped a great deal that he never lied about anything. And Dean had tested that to every extent possible much to the annoyance of Bobby and Sam.

So in the end, somehow, all of them had gotten used to having a blind and broken Lucifer in their lives. Dean had actually kind of settled down, now he head to take care of the archangel. He couldn't go hunting all that much anymore because if he somehow ended up dead there would be no one there to take care of a blind Lucifer.

Sometimes he missed hunting, missed the thrill and well just killing evil son's of bitches. But every time he sits there on the sofa, Lucifer's head in his lap, sitting there in silence and every time he holds the angel when he needs to be close because the memories are chasing him or just because he wants to feel Dean, he knows it is all worth it.

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, Jane, Jane brushes up on the "touchy-feely stuff" when his blindness ends up being permanent after all.

[derekmetaltron.livejournal.com]

DCU, Oracle, A Madman and a Bullet defined her very existence.

[derekmetaltron.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Xavier & Any, His legs don't define him, but his hopes for the future do.

[derekmetaltron.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Davros, The Crippled Scientist Who Desired to become God.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Edmund, part of the magic on the turkish delight causes him to go blind. Aslan leaves Edmund blind at his own request.

Part 1 of 2 because I'm wordy

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

Edmund stumbled over his feet, following Ginarrbrik's incessant tugging on the rope leash around his neck and wrists. Around him the world was warming, icy air slowly turning moist and warm. As they chased Edmund's siblings across Narnia, Jadis harangued, Ginarrbrik cursed and Edmund relaxed into the darkness that kept him from seeing his inevitable doom.

It was odd how much his failed vision had calmed him. Edmund was constantly afraid that they'd lead him off of a cliff in the beginning but as the time passed and they had to abandon Jadis' sleigh, it became obvious that they had other plans for Edmund. He'd betrayed his siblings, betrayed all that was good and worthwhile, for more of the cursed Turkish Delight. That it had betrayed him just as completely seemed just to him.

They stopped in a place that felt dark to Edmund as he couldn't feel any sun on his face, so they must be in a deep pocket of trees. He felt pine needles under his fingers for the few moments he was allowed to rest before Ginarrbrik hauled him back and against a tree. As Ginarrbrik bound him so tightly that Edmund felt blood welling up, he heard Jadis sharpening a knife.

'Oh,' Edmund thought with relief. 'That's what's going to happen. At least I won't have to watch the blade coming at my throat.'

He relaxed into Ginarrbrik's harsh grip, allowing his head to be drawn back so that his throat was exposed. There was a floating moment where Edmund shut his eyes and then opened them, the blackness comforting him, but then there were shouts and screams as hooves pounded into the little grove. Edmund's head smacked into the tree when Ginarrbrik abruptly released him but Edmund didn't see stars. He didn't see anything anymore.

Jadis' scream of rage echoed in Edmund's ears. A few seconds later there were hands supporting him and other hands pulling urgently at the ropes binding his wrists. People babbled at him, at each other, asking where Jadis and Ginarrbrik had gone. Someone poured wine into his mouth so abruptly that he choked on it, which led to them making him lie down and rest while they all searched. Edmund let them go, listening to the urgent search, until exhaustion welled up and captured him.

When he woke something large, warm and furry was pressed against his side. Edmund frowned, running his fingers tentatively over the heavy paw resting on his chest. That led up to a shoulder and then to a gloriously soft and silky mane.

"Aslan?" Edmund asked, a little breathless from the weight on his chest.

"Yes, Edmund, Son of Adam," Aslan said in a voice that sounded more like the voice of Moses, of Abraham, of God, than of a lion. "Aslan. We must speak before you see your brother and sisters."

The heavy paw disappeared, allowing Edmund to sit up. His body screamed at him, full of aches, pains and covered in bruises and cuts from Jadis and Ginarrbrik's abuse. Aslan allowed Edmund to lean on his warm shoulder, supporting Edmund as they walked a short distance away from the people that Edmund could hear but not see.

"You have done a terrible thing, Edmund, Son of Adam," Aslan said once they'd walked one hundred nineteen steps away. "I cannot save you from all the consequences of your actions."

"I don't feel the hunger for her food," Edmund said, allowing his fingers to knot in Aslan's mane. "I did at first but once my eyesight went away I didn't feel bound to her and her food anymore."

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

CSI: NY, Mac/Danny or Flack/Danny or Mac/Flack/Danny, Danny never regained full use of his legs.

[alyse]

Blade: Trinity, Sommerfield (Nightstalkers), sometimes the others forget not to treat her as broken, but Sommerfield thinks she's far less broken than they are.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Breakout Kings, team, They find out Lloyd's mother has been dead for years. He killed her.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal + Peter and his team, Neal has known that he has a degenerative condition that will one day leave him blind since he was a little boy.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, When Orion removed the Intersect from Chuck's head he was left blind; he talks Bryce into letting him download the Intersect 2.0 as well.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

I Am Number Four, Four/Sam, Sam's always been in a wheelchair; doesn't stop him from kicking ass.

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos&Joe, Methos has never thought of Joe as disabled; one day, Joe asks him why

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1, Cameron Mitchell, He can't walk.

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, David Parrish/Evan Lorne, Evan looses his sight.

FILL: And I Will Walk by Faith, Even Though I Cannot See

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Evan's world isn't completely dark; he's thankful for that, at the very least. Everything is blurred shapes and shadows in blacks, grays, and the occasional muted white. Evan sometimes thinks that this must be somewhat like how dogs see: everything in drab monochrome, with no colors to provide reference as to what is good or bad, poisonous or not.

It's frustrating for Evan. He goes to only a few familiar places- the Mess, his office, his quarters -and he has the sneaking suspicion that Atlantis herself is helping him, because more often than not, the transporters will take him to the exact place he wants to go, regardless of whether or not Evan's actually hit the right coordinates on the map. Carson says it's only temporary, that Evan's sight will return to normal within a week or two, but for someone as visually oriented as Evan is, even a day without his normal vision is hell.

He wanders the halls of Atlantis, feeling more like a zombie than anything else, one hand lightly trailing along the wall to help guide him along. He ends up at the greenhouses near the West Pier, the heady floral scent guiding him like a homing beacon. Evan closes his eyes briefly, taking in a deep breath before blinking and then entering the nearest greenhouse.

It's quiet here, and Evan manages to find a bench by barking his shin on it. He sits, leaning back against the wall and letting his guard down for a short while. He slips into a sort of doze, his mind zoning out and his head dipping slightly towards his chest. The sound of footsteps and then fabric rustling nearby snaps him out of it, and Evan tenses, not wanting to be caught off-guard.

'Relax, Evan, it's only me.'

The sound of David's voice makes Evan calm down, the tension flowing out of his posture as he slumps back against the wall once more.

'I didn't expect to see you here today,' David continues on, taking a seat next to Evan. 'Still, it's a nice surprise.'

'I just needed some time to think,' Evan says, shrugging one shoulder. He feels for David's hand, and the botanist quickly catches on, snagging Evan's hand and interlacing their fingers. David's warm, and Evan can feel the dirt-roughened skin of David's palm rasping slightly against his own callused hand.

David squeezes Evan's hand, and Evan swears he can hear the fond smile form on his lover's face.

'Well, that's perfectly understandable,' David says. 'Since you're here, I guess I can catch you up on all the latest gossip from the Life Sciences department.'

David summarily launches into the latest installment of the dramatic love/hate saga concerning Doctors Sierra and Werner, his tone that of a long-suffering bystander of the events. The sound of David's voice is comforting, hypnotic, even, and Evan lets the words wash over him, knowing that when he does finally regain his proper sight, the first thing he'll see is David's face. And that thought alone makes the waiting all the more bearable.

[somehowunbroken]

Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Steve/Danny, when Steve wakes up surrounded by the smell and sounds of the hospital, he finally realises that he might be pushing it too far

[cashay.livejournal.com]

Waking up surrounded by the smell and sounds of the hospital, Steve realizes that this time he had probably pushed it too far. But high on morphine this is just a floating thought soon forgotten when he drifts back to sleep, ignoring the busy nurses and doctors around him doing whatever the fuck doctors and nurses do.

The next time he wakes up the sense that something is wrong is stronger than before but he is still far too high on morphine to think too much. The third time he is awake there is a worried nurse trying to speak to him, followed by a concerned doctor, but Steve doesn't give a shit, even though something in him tells him he should. But he gives in to the drugs floating through his system, drifting off back to sleep.

The fourth time would have been just the same. But before Steve can give in to the morphine again he sees Danny's face. It isn't actually the worry that jerks him back to reality but the dark bags under his eyes, the way his face is pale and he looks ill and ready to drop dead at any moment. “What...” he tries to croak only to notice that he can't speak because he is fucking intubated.

Before the panic has even a chance to rise Danny's hand is on his chest, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “Shh it's gonna be alright Steve. Sleep now.” Steve tries to fight and stay awake, he needs to know what happened. He needs to tell Danny to take care of himself. But when Danny presses a soft kiss to his forehead he can't stop himself from giving in to Danny's command just like he had given in to the morphine.

[revenant-oozi.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Clint/any, going from deaf to blind isn't an upgrade

[revenant-oozi.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Hawkeye/Echo/Bucky/Daredevil (anyone else?), support group in bed