Connect The Dots
Title: Connect The Dots
Characters: Alex centric through Meredith's POV. Mentions of Alex/Izzie and teeny bit of George/Alex
Word Count: 714
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Summary: Post 6x05 They found him lying on the bathroom floor.
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They find him lying on the bathroom floor.
He’d moved back in when Izzie left, more by her own command than anything else. He’d lived his married life in that trailer with Izzie for however short that marriage was and she knew he couldn’t go back there. She’d told Derek under no uncertain terms that Alex was moving back, at least until he got back on his feet.
“We’re his people.”
Derek had just nodded, knowing how important her people were to her, and she spent another two weeks in her hospital bed, trusting him to keep an eye on Alex.
“Make sure he eats. We had to keep reminding him when she was having treatments. And don’t let him run himself into the ground. He’ll do it without realizing.”
She didn’t see Alex in the hospital to make sure that Derek followed her instructions. Derek never said anything and she trusted him enough to do it.
“The running. He does it every morning-”
“I know, Mer. I have lived with him.”
“Yeah, but when he’s stressed, he pushes himself too hard.”
When she finally came home, she saw that Alex looked thinner and paler, but knew at the same time that Derek couldn’t watch him 24/7. She let it go, taking on the task to take care of him on her own. She had another month before the Chief was even thinking about letting her back. He’d mumbled about how he didn’t want to lose more doctors because they came back too soon and she let him, it was more time to keep an eye on Alex as he walked around like the living dead.
She tried to get him to talk to her, tried to tell him that she got that he was in his dark and twisty place. She’d grown up there…
Though she knew he had, too.
For the longest time, she’d taken a silent pride in the fact that she knew him, got him. She saw the things he tried to hide from everyone else. She knew about the abuse, knew more than Izzie about how bad it really was because she was dark and twisty enough to see the signs of a survivor. She knew he had abandonment issues, left by everyone that said they cared about him. She knew that he’d been in love with one person before Izzie, someone that he’d refused to admit to himself or anyone else, but she saw. She knew about the white, almost invisible, scars that littered his body, some from his father, some not.
So why hadn’t she seen this coming? Had being married taken away the dark and twisty enough that she became this blind?
“Mer, call 911!”
They found him on the bathroom floor, forearms split open and pouring blood all over the tile and into the grout.
She stood there, completely frozen as she tried to remember if she saw the signs, and God damn it, she had, but she hadn’t connected the dots right.
She’d connected the dots into a bottle of tequila.
He’d connected them into the shape of Izzie’s favorite carving knife.
The phone slipped from her hand and to the floor, battery pack snapping out. She didn’t remember making the call, didn’t remember anything past the image in front of her of her husband pressing too white towels to Alex’s arms.
The towels turned red too fast.
She tried not to notice that as Derek cursed and lowered his lips to Alex’s.
Not a kiss.
CPR.
She tore her eyes away from the scene in front of her as tears blurred her vision and there, to the side, was a note. She stepped forward, trying not to vomit as her bare feet landed in the ever-expanding pool of blood.
The corner of the paper was wet with blood as she picked it up, sitting on the side of the tub as she unfolded it.
Right there in front of her was the messy but somewhat elegant scrawl she’d associated with Alex since the first time she met him. It was shaky this time, the ink of his black pen smudged with a few stray tear drops.
They all leave.
She was the only one that knew by ‘they’, he meant George.
The End
Characters: Alex centric through Meredith's POV. Mentions of Alex/Izzie and teeny bit of George/Alex
Word Count: 714
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Summary: Post 6x05 They found him lying on the bathroom floor.
PLEASE REVIEW!
They find him lying on the bathroom floor.
He’d moved back in when Izzie left, more by her own command than anything else. He’d lived his married life in that trailer with Izzie for however short that marriage was and she knew he couldn’t go back there. She’d told Derek under no uncertain terms that Alex was moving back, at least until he got back on his feet.
“We’re his people.”
Derek had just nodded, knowing how important her people were to her, and she spent another two weeks in her hospital bed, trusting him to keep an eye on Alex.
“Make sure he eats. We had to keep reminding him when she was having treatments. And don’t let him run himself into the ground. He’ll do it without realizing.”
She didn’t see Alex in the hospital to make sure that Derek followed her instructions. Derek never said anything and she trusted him enough to do it.
“The running. He does it every morning-”
“I know, Mer. I have lived with him.”
“Yeah, but when he’s stressed, he pushes himself too hard.”
When she finally came home, she saw that Alex looked thinner and paler, but knew at the same time that Derek couldn’t watch him 24/7. She let it go, taking on the task to take care of him on her own. She had another month before the Chief was even thinking about letting her back. He’d mumbled about how he didn’t want to lose more doctors because they came back too soon and she let him, it was more time to keep an eye on Alex as he walked around like the living dead.
She tried to get him to talk to her, tried to tell him that she got that he was in his dark and twisty place. She’d grown up there…
Though she knew he had, too.
For the longest time, she’d taken a silent pride in the fact that she knew him, got him. She saw the things he tried to hide from everyone else. She knew about the abuse, knew more than Izzie about how bad it really was because she was dark and twisty enough to see the signs of a survivor. She knew he had abandonment issues, left by everyone that said they cared about him. She knew that he’d been in love with one person before Izzie, someone that he’d refused to admit to himself or anyone else, but she saw. She knew about the white, almost invisible, scars that littered his body, some from his father, some not.
So why hadn’t she seen this coming? Had being married taken away the dark and twisty enough that she became this blind?
“Mer, call 911!”
They found him on the bathroom floor, forearms split open and pouring blood all over the tile and into the grout.
She stood there, completely frozen as she tried to remember if she saw the signs, and God damn it, she had, but she hadn’t connected the dots right.
She’d connected the dots into a bottle of tequila.
He’d connected them into the shape of Izzie’s favorite carving knife.
The phone slipped from her hand and to the floor, battery pack snapping out. She didn’t remember making the call, didn’t remember anything past the image in front of her of her husband pressing too white towels to Alex’s arms.
The towels turned red too fast.
She tried not to notice that as Derek cursed and lowered his lips to Alex’s.
Not a kiss.
CPR.
She tore her eyes away from the scene in front of her as tears blurred her vision and there, to the side, was a note. She stepped forward, trying not to vomit as her bare feet landed in the ever-expanding pool of blood.
The corner of the paper was wet with blood as she picked it up, sitting on the side of the tub as she unfolded it.
Right there in front of her was the messy but somewhat elegant scrawl she’d associated with Alex since the first time she met him. It was shaky this time, the ink of his black pen smudged with a few stray tear drops.
They all leave.
She was the only one that knew by ‘they’, he meant George.
The End