This one-shot was originally written for a challenge community on LJ, however because I have the attention span of a pea, this was all I got for that challenge. This is also my first complete LOST fic and I must say I'm pretty proud of it. And that's about it really...I think.
I do not own LOST. Because if I did I wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I'd be trying to redeem the show!
"It's over Ben" Juliet whispered, unable to take her eyes off the dead woman on the surgery table.
"It's not over until I say it's over" Ben replied. "And it's not over. Not until you find what is killing these women."
Juliet closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "What are you going to do? Bring women from off the island."
"That is always a possibility, but I'd rather we save that as a last resort."
"Ben" Juliet finally managed to turn her eyes away from the woman's lifeless form. "Where are you going to get another pregnant woman? The women here…they know what happens, I don't think they –"
"There are the survivors from the plane" Ben said, a hint of a smile on his face. "I'm no psychologist, but I know what some people do after shock and tragedy. They need something to remind themselves they're still human."
Juliet's mouth opened slightly but she didn't say anything.
"Unless of course you're going to volunteer, we could always find another fertility doctor."
"I…I…" Juliet sighed and turned around to look at the dead woman again, after a moment she returned her gaze to Ben. "Ben, there is nothing to be done."
"There is always something to be done, Juliet. It's unfortunate you lack the ability to find out what."
Juliet felt as if she had been stabbed in the chest, and for a few moments it was if her life flashed before her eyes. It had been a mistake coming to the island; she knew that as soon as her first patient died. She never should have left her sister. She should have known the offer; her ex-husbands death…was all far too good to be true.
"Ben. Nine women have died…doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Of course it does. What would ever make you think otherwise?"
"Then why do we still have to do this?"
"I already told you" Ben replied, sounding almost bored of the conversation. "We need to find what is killing these women. I never took you for a coward Juliet."
Juliet turned away from Ben and closed her eyes, inhaling very slowly in an effort to calm down. "I am not a coward."
"So what's the problem then? We'll find another pregnant woman, and you will find what is killing these women."
"Ben…"
"You should be a bit more grateful Juliet, after all – it is because of me your sister is still alive."
Ben watched Juliet for a few more moments; he could tell she was desperately trying to control her breathing. A small smirk formed across his face as he turns to leave.
"Clean yourself up" Ben called over his shoulder. "We wouldn't want you being messy for our book club meeting."
Juliet made a small choking noise, "Ben. I can't do this anymore…" She turned only to find she was alone in the room.
Slowly Juliet stood up, biting her lips in an effort not to cry. She moved towards the table and lent over the woman's body. "I'm so sorry" Juliet whispered, slowly sinking to her knees.
She intertwined her fingers with the dead woman's, her tears falling on the woman's face.
"I shouldn't have let you do this" Juliet whispered. "I knew…I knew you were going t die…I knew…and I still let you get pregnant."
The lump that had been forming in Juliet's throat finally slipped out in a sob. She bent down, burying her face onto the woman's chest and began to cry hysterically. She couldn't do this anymore; she couldn't let another one of these women die. Why couldn't Ben accept that there was nothing she could do?
It's over.
It's all over…
…she was done.