Alone (LOST)
Title: Alone
Author: Laurieisme (revolution25)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Kind of for season 3 finale, but more about the talk Ben has with Jack, but if you haven't seen it it wont necessarily spoil anything for you. But definite spoilers for Man Behind the Curtain.
Summary: Ben/Juliet, Ben reflects on his feelings.
A/N: Written for mmom. My first Benry fic.
Ben Linus was never one to show much emotion. It wasn't that he never felt anything, he felt every little thing greatly, but he could never show anyone. He was supposed to be their fearless leader, the leader that felt nothing. The type of man who never lusted after anyone.
But Juliet was touching him, she was crying on him, pleading with him to go home. She didn't understand the consequences, she didn't understand what would happen, she didn't understand that it would be suicide. He was saving her life by keeping her here, but he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't tell her what he was ordered to do; he couldn't say how much he cared. He couldn't say that all of this was due to a decision he made many years ago. A decision that killed forty people, forty people he would gladly watch die again.
She applied the bandage to his face, being very careful not to hurt him, something he wanted to laugh at considering how much she really hated him.
He wanted to shove her up against the sink, he wanted to feel her tongue in his mouth, he wanted to press his hands all over her body.
She finished cleaning him up and stayed kneeling there in front of him for a long moment.
"I'm going. You should leave, Jack is planning on killing you."
"Thank you Juliet, I hadn't noticed."
"I'm never coming back here. Never. Whether I ever get off this island or not."
"I know," he said in the cold detached voice he was known so well for.
"I really hate you Ben." She stood up and walked towards the door.
"But you love me. You wouldn't have done any of this if you didn't. You would have left me there to die."
She stopped for a moment then said, "Goodbye Ben."
The door shut behind her, and he did as he had done many times before. He took the lotion from the drawer, knowing the only lust he could ever feel would have to be done by his own hand. It was a lonely existence, but what leader isn't truly alone?
Author: Laurieisme (revolution25)
Fandom: Lost
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Kind of for season 3 finale, but more about the talk Ben has with Jack, but if you haven't seen it it wont necessarily spoil anything for you. But definite spoilers for Man Behind the Curtain.
Summary: Ben/Juliet, Ben reflects on his feelings.
A/N: Written for mmom. My first Benry fic.
Ben Linus was never one to show much emotion. It wasn't that he never felt anything, he felt every little thing greatly, but he could never show anyone. He was supposed to be their fearless leader, the leader that felt nothing. The type of man who never lusted after anyone.
But Juliet was touching him, she was crying on him, pleading with him to go home. She didn't understand the consequences, she didn't understand what would happen, she didn't understand that it would be suicide. He was saving her life by keeping her here, but he couldn't tell her that. He couldn't tell her what he was ordered to do; he couldn't say how much he cared. He couldn't say that all of this was due to a decision he made many years ago. A decision that killed forty people, forty people he would gladly watch die again.
She applied the bandage to his face, being very careful not to hurt him, something he wanted to laugh at considering how much she really hated him.
He wanted to shove her up against the sink, he wanted to feel her tongue in his mouth, he wanted to press his hands all over her body.
She finished cleaning him up and stayed kneeling there in front of him for a long moment.
"I'm going. You should leave, Jack is planning on killing you."
"Thank you Juliet, I hadn't noticed."
"I'm never coming back here. Never. Whether I ever get off this island or not."
"I know," he said in the cold detached voice he was known so well for.
"I really hate you Ben." She stood up and walked towards the door.
"But you love me. You wouldn't have done any of this if you didn't. You would have left me there to die."
She stopped for a moment then said, "Goodbye Ben."
The door shut behind her, and he did as he had done many times before. He took the lotion from the drawer, knowing the only lust he could ever feel would have to be done by his own hand. It was a lonely existence, but what leader isn't truly alone?