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As Leslie drove home from work towards the house Ben shared with April and Andy, she went over the worst possible scenarios for what she would find. April was pretty much always making stories up, so there was a possibility there was nothing wrong. But Ben had been acting weird the last few days, and there was a flu going around…

Suddenly remembering the brief flashes of her flu last year, Leslie put her foot down on the gas just a bit and sighed. What little she recalled, since she’d been a drug-induced fog, hadn’t been fun, although according to everyone it had been hilarious.

A few minutes later she was pulling into the driveway in front of the house, and she quickly got out and hurried up to the door.

She leaned on the doorbell a few times before knocking loudly. “April? April? It’s city council candidate Leslie Knope. What have you done with my boyfriend?” she called through the door.

April was sitting on the bean bag chair in her living room and staring intensely at Ben’s shut bedroom door. She had convinced him “The Force” or whatever he was talking about getting or defeating - she couldn’t really remember - was in his room hidden somewhere. She wished it opened towards the hallway so she could barricade it, but it didn’t and she had to think of another plan to make her roommate stay away from her if he wondered out.

She had told Leslie to get him out of her house in a rare moment of her being freaked out. Ben was always weird, but even when he was jobless and depressed, she could tolerate it. 

She was thinking of how glad she was that Champion was the only thing around to see her slightly worried expression when the doorbell rang, causing her to jump. She froze for a beat, thinking that Ben had fallen out of his window and wasn’t actually in his room anymore, before Leslie started shouting.

April ran to the front door, careful to keep an eye on Ben’s, and opened it with a huff. “Thank god,” she breathed. “I haven’t done anything to your weird boyfriend, but he might do something to me. He’s in his room. I think.”

Leslie stepped past April into the house, setting down her purse. “Yeah, he was being a little nerdier than usual. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s sick or something. But don’t worry, I’ll take him back to my place so he’s out of your hair.” Leslie walked across the living room and down the short hallway to the door to Ben’s bedroom.

“Ben? It’s Leslie. Can I come in?” she called softly, tapping on the door with her fingers.

April followed Leslie down the hall slowly. Now that someone else was here, she was sort of curious about her roommate. She liked him more than most people, so she had to admit she was a little worried. Just a little though. And it wasn’t like she was going to tell him, or anyone else, that.

Just to be sure Leslie didn’t think it, she crossed her arms. “I wonder if he’s dead or something.”

Apparently, playing Star Wars the Old Republic was Ben Wyatt’s true calling. Maybe if this campaign-manager thing or this claymation thing didn’t work out, he could go into competitive gaming.

Well, probably not. But Ben had woken up feeling a little under the weather, and justified his video gaming with that excuse. One day off- well, he’d certainly come a long way from the days of Mean Ben. Besides, there was no medicine quite like defending the integrity of the universe.

But things had changed since that morning, and after a while, things started to blur. By the late afternoon, he vaguely remembered updating his friends via blogging as to his current status of saving the world. And staring at Champion. 

So, naturally, curling up on his bed- while not a conscious decision- had been the next best move. And he’d stayed there for quite some time, until The Empire started knocking on his door.

Not the Empire- Leslie. He’d recognize that voice anywhere. And April. Ben turned over, unaware of his flushed red face and glazed expression. 

“Come in,” he called out, words getting swallowed by the pillow his face was half-buried in.

Leslie glanced behind her at April, confirming that the other girl had heard Ben’s muffled voice granting them entrance. She couldn’t help the small sigh of relief that he was okay, or at least conscious.

She turned the doorknob and slowly opened the door, peering in the dim light of his bedroom; the only light was from the window where the setting sun reflected in. She could make out Ben laying on his bed, in pajama pants and his hair a mess.

Worried, she forgot all about April and walked into the bedroom, sidestepping his laptop which had somehow ended up on the floor. She sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to shake his shoulder gently. “Hey, sleepyhead.”

April stuck her head in after Leslie and saw Ben sprawled on his bed. She noted quickly that he was breathing and, feeling like her job as a distant roommate was done, she quickly slipped away.

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