Lily

Eames was gone and Lily was drunk.

For all she knew, he'd been gone for days now; she didn't see him so often that missing him for a few days was cause for alarm. But it had been longer than a few days now, longer than felt right and when she'd gone by his hut earlier, it had been empty. It was more than his things being gone, though, and she couldn't put words to the real emptiness left behind, but it was enough.

Eames was gone and so Lily had gotten drunk.

She'd hardly been in love with him, but she'd liked him. Their friendship had been important to her and it had become even more important recently, with the things he'd told her, the parts of his life he'd been willing to share. She certainly hadn't minded sleeping with him either, but that was far from the only reason she'd liked being around him.

And now he was gone.

She'd gone to the Winchester and it was only now, stumbling away from it that she realized she'd taken her last drink with her, glass and all. Eventually she'd have to return it, but she had come too far and was too close to Jeff's to turn back now. It was only within the last few minutes that she'd even realized she was going to Jeff. There were several people she'd considered going to; Nina, of course, even Sawyer, but in the end she'd found herself walking toward Jeff's.

She knew where she stood with Jeff. It was easy with him, uncomplicated, and that was why she found herself standing in front of his hut, a drink in one hand, the other rapping softly at his door. It was late, but she hoped he was still awake.

And if he wasn't, she was going to wake him up.