GA Fic: "In Focus"
“In Focus”
Author: Bella Lumina
Feedback: bella_lumina[at]yahoo[dot]com
Rating: PG
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Pairing: Derek/Meredith
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
Distribution: For ga_fanfic’s Challenge Entry #1a and contest entry. Ask before archiving, please.
Word Count: 400
Summary: “His gaze was unwavering … The alcohol made it tough to focus.”
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Her contact lenses felt funny. That was the first sign that she’d had enough to drink; the lenses started to feel dry. She swiped at her eyes and blinked up at the television over the bar. A baseball game was playing, but as she blinked again the game cut to a clip of a show about an island in the middle of nowhere.
She felt a little like the people frantically running around on the screen, trying to find a way to get home. She looked away when the commercial changed, and only then did she realize that there was someone watching her from down the bar.
His gaze was unwavering. She couldn’t look away, but she couldn’t meet his eyes, either. She stared harder at the television, which was advertising a stand-up routine. “Why are there no ‘during’ pictures?” a comedian joked. He moved to sit beside her.
“My name’s Derek,” he began, setting his glass, full of amber liquid and ice, on the bar in front of him. “You looked a little lost. Are you all right?”
The alcohol made it tough to focus. “I’m just fine. Just fine.” She looked over at him, and his eyes were so blue that she nearly stopped breathing. “What did you say your name was?”
“Derek,” he said with a small, lopsided smile. “Though you haven’t told me yours yet, this all feels a little unfair.”
She blinked. Her view of the world zoomed in to focus on him. “Meredith,” she murmured, looking down at the bar and then back up at him. She laughed just a little. The beer really was starting to make things a little fuzzy around the edges, like someone had adjusted a camera lens for romantic effect.
He smiled, and his teeth were nice and perfect. “You have a beautiful smile,” he said, and she wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol - it probably was just the alcohol - but it sounded totally sincere and not at all like a pick-up line. She started wondering what his stubbly cheeks would feel like on her skin, what his lips would taste like.
“Thank you,” she replied, her smile widening. She picked up her beer and took another pull. Something stirred inside her when he reached up and touched her cheek.
“Eyelash,” he explained softly, holding his finger out so that she could see it. “Make a wish.”
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THE END
Author: Bella Lumina
Feedback: bella_lumina[at]yahoo[dot]com
Rating: PG
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Pairing: Derek/Meredith
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made.
Distribution: For ga_fanfic’s Challenge Entry #1a and contest entry. Ask before archiving, please.
Word Count: 400
Summary: “His gaze was unwavering … The alcohol made it tough to focus.”
***
Her contact lenses felt funny. That was the first sign that she’d had enough to drink; the lenses started to feel dry. She swiped at her eyes and blinked up at the television over the bar. A baseball game was playing, but as she blinked again the game cut to a clip of a show about an island in the middle of nowhere.
She felt a little like the people frantically running around on the screen, trying to find a way to get home. She looked away when the commercial changed, and only then did she realize that there was someone watching her from down the bar.
His gaze was unwavering. She couldn’t look away, but she couldn’t meet his eyes, either. She stared harder at the television, which was advertising a stand-up routine. “Why are there no ‘during’ pictures?” a comedian joked. He moved to sit beside her.
“My name’s Derek,” he began, setting his glass, full of amber liquid and ice, on the bar in front of him. “You looked a little lost. Are you all right?”
The alcohol made it tough to focus. “I’m just fine. Just fine.” She looked over at him, and his eyes were so blue that she nearly stopped breathing. “What did you say your name was?”
“Derek,” he said with a small, lopsided smile. “Though you haven’t told me yours yet, this all feels a little unfair.”
She blinked. Her view of the world zoomed in to focus on him. “Meredith,” she murmured, looking down at the bar and then back up at him. She laughed just a little. The beer really was starting to make things a little fuzzy around the edges, like someone had adjusted a camera lens for romantic effect.
He smiled, and his teeth were nice and perfect. “You have a beautiful smile,” he said, and she wasn’t sure if it was just the alcohol - it probably was just the alcohol - but it sounded totally sincere and not at all like a pick-up line. She started wondering what his stubbly cheeks would feel like on her skin, what his lips would taste like.
“Thank you,” she replied, her smile widening. She picked up her beer and took another pull. Something stirred inside her when he reached up and touched her cheek.
“Eyelash,” he explained softly, holding his finger out so that she could see it. “Make a wish.”
***
THE END