Alpha. Beta. Imagines.

Ben Parish

//Not requested. Prompt: You had been dating Ben before the war and were brought to Wright-Patterson. You got stuck in his squad and don't believe it's him until he flashes you that signature smile//

Before the Others came, life was simple. You went to school, cared for your little brother, helped your older sister, went to work, and hung out with your boyfriend. But now, nothing was simple.

You could trust no one. Well, you had no one anymore. You lost your entire family to the plague and your boyfriend disappeared after the quakes hit.

You had no idea whether Ben Parish was dead or alive, but you mourned him as if he was. It was easier that way, to assume he was dead rather than out there alone. You had convinced yourself beyond a shadow of a doubt that your beloved Ben Parish was dead.

Sure, you had taught Ben some fighting you had learned from your dad, but whether that could help him against one of the Others was questionable.

Now you sat on an exam table at Wright-Patterson, or as everyone else called it Camp Haven. You kicked your legs on the exam table while Doctor Pam checked your charts. You gently held the pendant around your neck, the only physical memento of your life before the attacks that you cared to bring with you into your new "safe" life.

The small heart necklace was a birthday present from Ben, probably about two years ago. He said he was officially giving you his heart and even said he loved you for the first time. You two had been dating for almost three years, and you texted each other that you loved each other, but him saying it gave you a whole new feeling in your chest.

You smiled to youself when you thought of that day but you quickly hid your reaction when Doctor Pam spoke up again.

"Okay, Y/N." She said as she turned to face you. She smiled at you, asking you to trust her. The only problem was that you hadn't trusted anyone in months, so jumping into it was a little difficult. "Just a few questions."

You nodded and she pulled a chair up to sit next to you. You returned her kind smile with a small one. She was just so warm, but you didn't feel at ease in any form. Something about this place set your nerves on edge, the same tension you felt before you searched a gas station or hunkered down for bed.

You could partially blame the uneasy feeling in the deepest pit of your stomach on the sight you caught on your way in. You saw a boy who looked remarkably like Ben. But Ben was dead. There was no way he was here.

You had spent every second since you saw him convincing yourself that your mind had played a trick on you, and it was only because you had no closure that you thought you saw him.

Maybe he was Ben's doppelganger. You first tried to convince yourself and that was what you continued to tell yourself every time the boy came back into your mind.

"Is any of your family alive?" She asked kindly. Her question pulled you from the memory of one loss to a whole different one. It felt like a punch in the gut and you didn't like it at all.

"No." You responded, your voice quivering. You hadn't spoken of your family in months. You thought of them almost everyday, but talking about them was something totally different. You had no one to talk about it with anyways. "The plague took all of them."

"Any friends?" She continued.

"Not that I know of." You shook my head quickly.

"You're alone?" She questioned, testing my story.

"Yes."

"That's a pretty necklace." She stated, standing and walking to a cabinet. She pulled out a small item and stood behind you. "Where'd you get it?"