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A Ben/Lily fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Off the Map
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A/N: Alrighty, here's another one-shot introspective for these two, from Lily's point of view. I think I'll do another one from Ben's point of view, but on the same story. ( Next chapter).
Also, I'm not sure if Lily's fiancé was given a name in the series, so for the purposes of this fic, his name will be Brian. If you know that it's something else, I'll chance it.
I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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She stared down at the rewrapped tensor on her arm, letting her mind drift to thoughts of him. Usually before she fell asleep at night, no matter where she was, her thoughts were of Brian ... but not tonight. Tonight, her thoughts were of another man entirely.
Dr. Ben Keeton. Quite possibly the world's greatest humanitarian, the best doctor she'd met yet, an excellent teacher, and strikingly beautiful. He was nearly god-like, and she wasn't someone who normally gushed about such things. But, more than that, he was kind. He didn't pity her for her loss, or tell her to get over it already. He knew what she was going through - something told her that he'd gone through something similar. Maybe that was what made them bond so quickly; they both had a painful past.
Lily sighed, turning over on her lumpy mattress so that she was leaning on her uninjured arm, tucking it under her head against the pillow. Ben Keeton ... what is it about you? she wondered silently.
She'd met many men since Brian had died, had fielded invitations for dinners from several suitors ... but none of them had ever done this to her. None of them could make her smile with just a thought.
She thought back to the phone that she'd dropped in the garbage, feeling a momentary pang of guilt. Realistically, she knew that she had to move on, and that putting away his final text message was the first step. But, she still couldn't help but feel as though she was betraying his memory. Pushing back her covers, Lily slid off the bed and out of the bedroom, tip-toeing back across to the office, to the garbage can where she'd left her phone.
There was no one around that late at night; the few night staff were all playing poker in the main hall, waiting for an emergency case to show up, or a call to come in. She made her way back to the table area silently, glancing around until she found what she was looking for.
There it was ... just sitting in there. No other garbage on top of it, no one had taken it out. Sighing, Lily pursed her lips and reached down for it.
To the casual observer, she was just picking up a phone from the garbage ... nothing too spectacular. But that tiny little piece of technology had held her entire world within it for so long, she didn't know if she was really ready to let that go.
Her mind bounced back and forth between Brian and Ben, though she told herself not to compare the two. She wouldn't do that to his memory. But, she couldn't deny that there were definite feelings stirring for Ben.
Lily groaned, holding the phone tightly in her hand. I'm such a mental case, she told herself, slapping the phone against her thigh. "God, Ben ... why do you have to be so perfect?" she asked the empty room, turning around and making her way slowly back to her bunk.
She wouldn't decide ... not tonight. Not when everything was fresh and new. But, she wouldn't use the phone as a crutch anymore ... no, she had a new doctor crutch. Ben had given that to her. Someday soon, when she was ready ... she would delete that message. Brian was gone, and he wasn't coming back, and she had to move on. He would want her to. Something told her that Ben would be waiting for her when she did - okay, maybe that was just wishful thinking. Still, it was nice to know that she still had the phone if she needed it.
Lily snuck back into her bunk, placing the phone under her pillow. She let her eyes drift closed after a while, rubbing a thumb absentmindedly over the tensor on her arm. Her dreams weren't filled with wedding plans, text messages, or funeral arrangements ... not that night. That night, she dreamed of coconuts and anaconda bites, and woke up that morning feeling more rested than she had in months.
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End of Lily's point of view.
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