Fic: spending bottle caps

[fated_addiction]

spending bottle caps
grey’s anatomy ; lexie/mark ; 3,016 words, PG
navigation: it still leads us all where we’re supposed to be. spoilers for death and all of his friends.

notes: So this happened. It’ll probably happen again, seeing as I kind of dig Grey’s Anatomy again and stuff. This is for mathhhh (♥), who makes really amazing icons and tumblr posts

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[slybrunette]

I've kind of fallen out of love with this pairing, but this fic proves that that's not completely true. It's so perfect. I love the way you write; you just seem to have such a way with words here.

“That speech,” she says instead, “the one where they tell you that this is going to happen, that there are families where it’s not going to be okay that one of them is sick and really sick, and that there’s nothing you can do about it, that keeping them alive because of grief - they taught a class on grief, you know - is somehow unnaturally cruel. They tell you that. At Harvard, they use really fancy words and smiles that say hey, you’re going to be amazing. Gold star. You still have feelings. They tell you that everybody snaps. They just don’t tell you what to do after.”

and

“I know what he said,” she says quietly, unexpectedly. It’s there between them and she should acknowledge Alex in that sense, in front of Mark because he was there too and these things just don’t go away. She remembers the look that Meredith gave her, or really didn’t give her; Lexie was there and this is the same.

“Lex,” Mark starts, but she shakes her head. He ignores her though. “Look, you don’t have to tell me. I get it. “

“That’s what you said the last time,” she says, “and then you didn’t get it. Let me talk, Mark. I want to talk.”

Both of those sections stand out to me in a major way -- but the whole thing is pretty damn brilliant. Lovely fic!