Lost Fanfiction: Love Never Dies a Natural Death (Ben/Juliet)
Title: Love Never Dies a Natural Death
Rating: PG
Pairing: mostly one sided!Ben/Juliet
Words: 500
Summary: Ben tries to win his woman.
Prompt: Inspired by the Smiths song "How Soon Is Now?"
I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am Human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does - The Smiths
It is the last time Juliet will flinch back from his cautious touch. This Ben vows as he storms out of her laboratory, too dismayed and distracted to maintain a neutral expression.
"Goodwin!" Ben calls when he spots the man. Goodwin is standing near Ethan, engaging in anonymous banter, munching on the sandwich he had offered Juliet earlier. The sandwich was a ruse, Ben realised, an excuse to interrupt his discreet flirtations, to steal the quiet, symbiotic moment he and Juliet had shared. Eyes narrowing, Ben glares at Goodwin, causing the other man's good-natured smile to fade. "Isabel is loading supplies to take to the Door. Go with her. Take Harper," he adds on impulse, granting extra weight to Goodwin's wife's name.
"Sure thing," Goodwin agrees, his grin returning.
He's on the next supply run, Ben tells himself, thinking darkly of the turbulent voyage in the submarine. However, that punishment does not seem adequate enough for the crime of expressing interest in the woman Ben has set his sights on. She belongs to me, Ben thinks possessively, and his hands curl into fists. Shaking his head, he watches Goodwin trot off in the direction of the vans. He needs a plan, a way to take Goodwin out without the death being traced back to him. Tom, he thinks then, knowing the man's loyalty. Or Mikhail. Mikhail would understand.
Juliet catches up to him a few minutes later, breathless. "Have - have you seen Goodwin?"
Ben stares back coldly, torn between fascination with her presence and dismay that her thoughts are occupied with Goodwin. "He's with his wife," he answers, taking pleasure in the hurt and surprise that flicker momentarily across Juliet's face.
"Oh," Juliet says, shoulders sinking. "Oh. I thought maybe..."
"Yes?"
She waves her hand like shooing away an insect. "It's nothing. I can ask him tomorrow."
Ben flashes his brief, artificial smile, just a quick display of the teeth, shark-like. He nods. Then, as she begins to turn away: "Juliet?"
"Ben?"
"The book club is meeting at my house tonight. You'll be there." It is not a question.
Juliet nods, rakes her fingers through her hair distractedly. She has obviously forgotten about the meeting. "Of course. Can I bring anything?"
"No, I think I have everything I need. How's five?"
"But we don't meet until seven," Juliet counters, confused.
Ben smiles again, this time more authentically. His blue eyes take on uncharacteristic warmth. "I know. I thought maybe you could help me set up, and I wanted a chance to talk more with you about your research. You've made great strides since Sabine's death."
"Right," Juliet agrees. "Sure." She rests her hand on Ben's wrist for the barest instant, expressing nothing but empathy, though Ben takes it differently. "I will fix it," she promises. "I just need more time to experiment."
"See you at five," Ben tells her. His fingers graze hers for a moment before he turns away, a look of pleasure on his normally stoic features.
Rating: PG
Pairing: mostly one sided!Ben/Juliet
Words: 500
Summary: Ben tries to win his woman.
Prompt: Inspired by the Smiths song "How Soon Is Now?"
I am the son
and the heir
of a shyness that is criminally vulgar
I am the son and heir
of nothing in particular
You shut your mouth
how can you say
I go about things the wrong way?
I am Human and I need to be loved
just like everybody else does - The Smiths
It is the last time Juliet will flinch back from his cautious touch. This Ben vows as he storms out of her laboratory, too dismayed and distracted to maintain a neutral expression.
"Goodwin!" Ben calls when he spots the man. Goodwin is standing near Ethan, engaging in anonymous banter, munching on the sandwich he had offered Juliet earlier. The sandwich was a ruse, Ben realised, an excuse to interrupt his discreet flirtations, to steal the quiet, symbiotic moment he and Juliet had shared. Eyes narrowing, Ben glares at Goodwin, causing the other man's good-natured smile to fade. "Isabel is loading supplies to take to the Door. Go with her. Take Harper," he adds on impulse, granting extra weight to Goodwin's wife's name.
"Sure thing," Goodwin agrees, his grin returning.
He's on the next supply run, Ben tells himself, thinking darkly of the turbulent voyage in the submarine. However, that punishment does not seem adequate enough for the crime of expressing interest in the woman Ben has set his sights on. She belongs to me, Ben thinks possessively, and his hands curl into fists. Shaking his head, he watches Goodwin trot off in the direction of the vans. He needs a plan, a way to take Goodwin out without the death being traced back to him. Tom, he thinks then, knowing the man's loyalty. Or Mikhail. Mikhail would understand.
Juliet catches up to him a few minutes later, breathless. "Have - have you seen Goodwin?"
Ben stares back coldly, torn between fascination with her presence and dismay that her thoughts are occupied with Goodwin. "He's with his wife," he answers, taking pleasure in the hurt and surprise that flicker momentarily across Juliet's face.
"Oh," Juliet says, shoulders sinking. "Oh. I thought maybe..."
"Yes?"
She waves her hand like shooing away an insect. "It's nothing. I can ask him tomorrow."
Ben flashes his brief, artificial smile, just a quick display of the teeth, shark-like. He nods. Then, as she begins to turn away: "Juliet?"
"Ben?"
"The book club is meeting at my house tonight. You'll be there." It is not a question.
Juliet nods, rakes her fingers through her hair distractedly. She has obviously forgotten about the meeting. "Of course. Can I bring anything?"
"No, I think I have everything I need. How's five?"
"But we don't meet until seven," Juliet counters, confused.
Ben smiles again, this time more authentically. His blue eyes take on uncharacteristic warmth. "I know. I thought maybe you could help me set up, and I wanted a chance to talk more with you about your research. You've made great strides since Sabine's death."
"Right," Juliet agrees. "Sure." She rests her hand on Ben's wrist for the barest instant, expressing nothing but empathy, though Ben takes it differently. "I will fix it," she promises. "I just need more time to experiment."
"See you at five," Ben tells her. His fingers graze hers for a moment before he turns away, a look of pleasure on his normally stoic features.