TV Show Oneshots

Manifest - Deeper Connections (Ben / Saanvi)

Authors Note:

This is a one shot canon divergence of the NBC show Manifest, Season 1 Episode 6. Takes place near the end of the episode after Cal's fever broke.

If you are here just for the fluff, I added a little smut warning so you can enjoy the fluff I used to lead into the dirty stuff.

Or, if you're not here for the fluff, you can use the same warning to just as easily help you direct yourself to the content you are interested in reading—if you know what I mean.

And fair warning, I kinda shit on Grace a lot in this story to break her and Ben up so that Saanvi and him can connect more deeply.

Anyways, enjoy. 😘

Third Person POV:

There Grace was, feeling utterly helpless and useless as her son barley clung to life in the hospital bed just around the corner. She couldn't even keep herself together enough to be by her son's side after he was just seconds away from dying all over again. Instead, here she was; falling apart in the bathroom stall she had locked herself into to, at the very least, hide herself from the embarrassing view of the tears that now trickled down her face and the mental breakdown she was having.

She was as angry as she was sad: angry that the doctors didn't know what was wrong with her son; angry that the only thing they could do would undoubtably bring back the cancer she had fought so hard to protect her son from; but mostly angry that while she was falling apart and scared for her son's life, Ben was off following God knows what crazy theories instead of by her side when she needed him the most. When Cal needed him the most.

Then, at the worst possible moment, she began to hear the nurse she had entrusted to watch over Cal while she was over here falling apart, knock on the bathroom stall door. "Mrs. Stone?" The nurse said following her knock. Grace couldn't, she couldn't handle anything else right now. Grace just wanted her gone, she wanted to be alone right now. Before she could even think about how to respond, her frustration manifested into an impulsive response as she yelled back,

"It's occupied!" Suddenly, like a beam of light in a tunnel too dark to even see her own hands in front of her face; she heard the hope she was desperately looking for.

"Mrs Stone," the nurse said again, "He's waking up." Without another thought, she was out of the room and next to Carl's bed in an instance. Grace could faintly remember the nurse going on about something once she had exited the bathroom, but the nurse was abruptly interrupted by Grace's haste to check on Cal.

"Cal? Cal? Cal!" Is all Grace could say as she entered his hospital room and saw his eyes unsheathed from his eyelids. As she finally got to the side of his bed, she quickly found herself looking for assurance that her Cal was really awake and conscious, "Can you hear me?" Grace asked. But before she could get a reply, she heard another nurse next to Cal say, "His fever broke," after the thermometer in her hand had beeped to signal it finished reading Cal's temperature.

Grace had never been so happy to be interrupted in her life, and couldn't help but chuckle and smile at the news given to her about her son.

"Mom." Cal weakly responded,

"Hi," Grace responded back out of breath, her smile on her face growing even wider. "Come here." She continued on.

Suddenly, her mind came back to reality. Questions started pouring into her mind, one of which Grace was desperate for an answer. "What happened?"

"He got lucky." Was all the nurse could say. "His body must of fought off the infection." Grace could start to feel the flames of rage reignite deep in her heart at a response like that. After everything Cal and her had just went through, that's all they had to say? However, just as quickly as that flame ignited, it sizzled out at her thankfulness to just be able to have Cal back and alive in her arms.