Games people play
Q is for Quarters-Alex (Alex/Meredith friendship, mentions of Alex/Lexie, Lexie/Mark, Alex/Izzie, Meredith/Derek)-PG
For Waltzmatilda
“What are you doing down here?” Meredith said, staring at Alex, stretched out on the couch. “Where’s Lexie?”
He shrugged. “Work.”
“So you decided to break all the rules?” she sighed.
“I’m supposed to be doing physical therapy right?” he shrugged.
“I don’t think dragging yourself down the stairs unassisted is what they had in mind. You could have fallen.”
“I’m so freaking sick of everybody acting like a senior citizen and I’m gonna go and fall and break my hip.”
She frowned. “Are you drinking?” she asked, staring at the glass on the table.
He shrugged again.
“You can’t drink. You’re on pain medication,” she said, reaching for the bottle.
“Gee, thanks doctor.”
She sighed. “Lexie’s gonna kill you when she gets home.”
“Turns out that harder than it looks,” he muttered.
“Alex.”
“I’m playing quarters,” he said, flipping one into the glass. “I’m really good. Wanna play?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I am not going to sit here and play quarters with you. You’re recovering from a gunshot wound, you’re having some kind of breakdown or something. I should call Wyatt.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
“I’m not drinking with you in the middle of the afternoon when my husband’s upstairs also recovering.”
“Dude,” Alex said, slow smile that was a little cruel spreading across his lips. “You got married on a freaking sticker.”
She shook her head. “We might do it for real.”
“Right,” he said. “And Lexie’ll still be with me in six months instead of back with Mark.”
“You’re a mean drunk,” she muttered, walking over to the cabinet and putting the bottle away.
“It’s the truth. And you know it.”
She shook her head. “Lexie loves you.”
“She loves Mark too. You really think I’m gonna win this one? Cause I never do. Hell, I can’t even beat a dead guy.”
“Whatever problems you and Izzie had, she loved you.”
“You think she saw it?” he asked. “On the news or something? Lexie said we even made it into People Magazine.”
She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him. “You could call her.”
“She’s never been very good at taking my calls.”
Meredith tilted her head, studying him. “Are you pushing Lexie away because you think she’s going to leave anyway or because you decided she’s not what you want?”
“You’ve gone to too much therapy,” he muttered.
“Maybe you just haven’t gone to enough.” She stood up, reaching for the shot that was still sitting in the middle of the table and downing it, handing him the quarter and the glass back. “I think that you and Lexie can make it work if it’s what you want.”
“Hey Mer?” he asked as she started to walk to the stairs.
“Yeah?” she asked, turning to face him.
“I’m sorry I’m an ass.”
“You ever think about trying to be something else?”
“Like a duck?”
She shrugged. “You wanna be a duck?”
“It was kind of nice.”
She smiled softly. “Then, yeah, maybe. Maybe you should be a duck.”
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For Waltzmatilda
“What are you doing down here?” Meredith said, staring at Alex, stretched out on the couch. “Where’s Lexie?”
He shrugged. “Work.”
“So you decided to break all the rules?” she sighed.
“I’m supposed to be doing physical therapy right?” he shrugged.
“I don’t think dragging yourself down the stairs unassisted is what they had in mind. You could have fallen.”
“I’m so freaking sick of everybody acting like a senior citizen and I’m gonna go and fall and break my hip.”
She frowned. “Are you drinking?” she asked, staring at the glass on the table.
He shrugged again.
“You can’t drink. You’re on pain medication,” she said, reaching for the bottle.
“Gee, thanks doctor.”
She sighed. “Lexie’s gonna kill you when she gets home.”
“Turns out that harder than it looks,” he muttered.
“Alex.”
“I’m playing quarters,” he said, flipping one into the glass. “I’m really good. Wanna play?”
“No,” she said firmly. “I am not going to sit here and play quarters with you. You’re recovering from a gunshot wound, you’re having some kind of breakdown or something. I should call Wyatt.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”
“I’m not drinking with you in the middle of the afternoon when my husband’s upstairs also recovering.”
“Dude,” Alex said, slow smile that was a little cruel spreading across his lips. “You got married on a freaking sticker.”
She shook her head. “We might do it for real.”
“Right,” he said. “And Lexie’ll still be with me in six months instead of back with Mark.”
“You’re a mean drunk,” she muttered, walking over to the cabinet and putting the bottle away.
“It’s the truth. And you know it.”
She shook her head. “Lexie loves you.”
“She loves Mark too. You really think I’m gonna win this one? Cause I never do. Hell, I can’t even beat a dead guy.”
“Whatever problems you and Izzie had, she loved you.”
“You think she saw it?” he asked. “On the news or something? Lexie said we even made it into People Magazine.”
She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him. “You could call her.”
“She’s never been very good at taking my calls.”
Meredith tilted her head, studying him. “Are you pushing Lexie away because you think she’s going to leave anyway or because you decided she’s not what you want?”
“You’ve gone to too much therapy,” he muttered.
“Maybe you just haven’t gone to enough.” She stood up, reaching for the shot that was still sitting in the middle of the table and downing it, handing him the quarter and the glass back. “I think that you and Lexie can make it work if it’s what you want.”
“Hey Mer?” he asked as she started to walk to the stairs.
“Yeah?” she asked, turning to face him.
“I’m sorry I’m an ass.”
“You ever think about trying to be something else?”
“Like a duck?”
She shrugged. “You wanna be a duck?”
“It was kind of nice.”
She smiled softly. “Then, yeah, maybe. Maybe you should be a duck.”
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