Warnings: Spoilers for 2x9/2x10 of Lost in Space, Death of a spouse (mentioned only), Anxiety Induced Sleep.
Summary: Maureen comforts you after your husband's (Ben Adler) death.
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You needed to shut down for a while. Get away from the emotions that were currently making your life hell.
The rest of the crew had your research, they'd be fine without you. So you kicked your boots off and curled up on the side of the bed that Ben had once slept on.
Tomorrow would be better....probably.
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The few days continued as normal. You trudged through your tasks and calculated the all the formulas you needed to. But one Friday (at least you assumed it was Friday) Maureen Robinson approached you when you were half asleep.
'(Y/N)? Can I come in?' Maureen asked. You said nothing in response, just mumbled quietly before swinging your legs out off the side of the bed.
'I've brought tea and some food. I wasn't sure if you'd been eating properly lately, I know what grief can do to a person.'
'Thanks, Maureen.' You replied.
'Do you want to talk about it? I can give you time.'
So, several minutes passed, and you sat in silence fidgeting with your clothes; watching the clock tick slowly from one number to another. Your tea had gone cold long ago, but you didn't care -- you'd rather have water from the sink.
So you stand up and grab your mug, taking it to the sink. Then you turned the water on, but as you went to place the mug in the sink your gaze lingered at your hands.
Your nails. They still had sand from that planet on them.
That thought triggered something, and your walls cracked (just a little.)
Tears began to fall; and you tried to stifle the sobs with a hand to your mouth.
Maureen heard your sobbing anyway.
So, she walked to the sink and turned the faucet off; placing a grounding hand on your shoulder.
'What's going on in your head?' Maureen asked gently.
The words spilled out of you, and as they did you were hardly able to control the volume of your voice or the shakiness of your hands.
'I told my boys that we'd be home for Christmas. I said we'd both be home for Christmas! What am I going to do? How do I tell them, set them onto the process of grieving? It's not fair!!' You said.
Your cheeks were stained with tears now.
'No, it's not fair (Y/N).' Maureen said, handing you a tissue from her pocket as she led you back to the bed.
You took that from her and sat down, blowing your nose and throwing it into the bin. Then you began to swing your legs in a self soothing motion. Your breathing had begun to return to normal.
Abruptly Maureen's communicator beeped. Maureen looked down at it and sighed.
'I'm very sorry (Y/N), but I have to go. I hope you're glad you were able to talk about it.' Maureen said standing up and walking towards your door.
'Yes, I am.' You replied. 'I'll make sure to call you if I need anything.'
You couldn't see her face, but you knew she'd smiled (potentially in relief) at that.
Maybe you could change things for yourself after all?
Author's Note:✌ I am not really writing imagines any more, but this idea gripped my brain and wouldn't let me go until I wrote it. Part 2 maybe coming in the future (as y'all know I was never going to leave Ben dead permanently.)
7th February 2022
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