Perfect Letters and Honours
Two drabbles for Ms. waltzmatildah who kindly forced me to try my hand at writing for Grey's again.
Your others are coming, dear!
Title: Perfect Letters
Characters: Alex Karev, April Kepner
Rating: PG13 for language
For the prompt "Alex /+ April | you should know..."
“I wasn’t always a dick” you say one night when you’re both doing charts. Which is shit because there are first-years for that but you couldn’t find one and obviously she couldn’t either. Why she’s doing her charts here is sort of interesting to you, if you cared, because this place was yours way before it was hers. Not that you’ll ever admit that she has any claim on the territory because it’ll always be yours and Mere’s and Yang’s and even O’Malley’s territory before it can be hers. And shit, she’s sort of been avoiding you lately so you don’t get why she stayed when she saw you were here, but it doesn’t really fucking matter does it? She stayed silent and so did you and you can handle that.
There’s a pause in her scribble and she heard you; of course she did- she’s at the other end of the damn gurney and she’d have to be deaf not to hear you. You could probably leave it be at that if you wanted, because she’s not saying anything and it’s not really like you to bring up emotions and shit but for some goddamn reason you sort of want her to know you’re not a completely heartless asshole, at least not all the time, even though you don’t care what she thinks of you anyways. She's not Meredith.
“I know. Shit happens.”
You think for a second that you might have heard incorrectly because shouldn’t you be the one giving an explanation since you did sort of start the conversation, and did she seriously just swear? But maybe you did imagine her voice because her pen is scratching along again, making perfect little letters because everything she does has to be goddamn perfect still, like her perfect letters counteract the shit that yeah, does happen in life. Like perfect letters on stupid charts that they shouldn’t have to do anymore can make that shit okay. And fuck, you probably did imagine it. You’re been on shift for fucking ever and you’re not sure if it’s Sunday or Monday at this point because everything’s just been blending in together for so long and it’s a lot of effort to try and sort them out anymore. You go back to your charts, and your letters sure as hell aren't perfect.
Title: Honours
Characters: Alex Karev
Rating: PG13 for language
For the prompt "Alex/Meredith | blood runs cold..."
McDreamy could cry like a goddamn baby in the hallway and no one thought anything of it. He turned into a fucking useless wreck and it was okay because Meredith was his. She belonged to him. Addison was a snag but Sheppard and his goddamn hair and Meredith and her tequila went together and that’s just how it was. It was a fucking train-wreck, but it was a fucking inevitable train-wreck. And Cristina, Cristina got to be a quack and buy useless dollar store shit and drink her fool ass off, but hey, Meredith’s her person. Always has been, always will be. And you don’t begrudge them that because better them bitch to each other than you because you get enough damn girly drama vibes from living there as it is. And when Mere decides not to die, it’s Cristina that’s right there because her head finally got pulled from her ass.
You don’t get those honours, though. Iz didn’t either, but it’s fucking about you because it’s fucking about Mere. And if you had cried like a pussy or bought cheap lead-ridden crap from China people would have asked questions because you’re fucking Alex Karev and Alex Karev doesn’t do that shit. Except you wanted to.
Your others are coming, dear!
Title: Perfect Letters
Characters: Alex Karev, April Kepner
Rating: PG13 for language
For the prompt "Alex /+ April | you should know..."
“I wasn’t always a dick” you say one night when you’re both doing charts. Which is shit because there are first-years for that but you couldn’t find one and obviously she couldn’t either. Why she’s doing her charts here is sort of interesting to you, if you cared, because this place was yours way before it was hers. Not that you’ll ever admit that she has any claim on the territory because it’ll always be yours and Mere’s and Yang’s and even O’Malley’s territory before it can be hers. And shit, she’s sort of been avoiding you lately so you don’t get why she stayed when she saw you were here, but it doesn’t really fucking matter does it? She stayed silent and so did you and you can handle that.
There’s a pause in her scribble and she heard you; of course she did- she’s at the other end of the damn gurney and she’d have to be deaf not to hear you. You could probably leave it be at that if you wanted, because she’s not saying anything and it’s not really like you to bring up emotions and shit but for some goddamn reason you sort of want her to know you’re not a completely heartless asshole, at least not all the time, even though you don’t care what she thinks of you anyways. She's not Meredith.
“I know. Shit happens.”
You think for a second that you might have heard incorrectly because shouldn’t you be the one giving an explanation since you did sort of start the conversation, and did she seriously just swear? But maybe you did imagine her voice because her pen is scratching along again, making perfect little letters because everything she does has to be goddamn perfect still, like her perfect letters counteract the shit that yeah, does happen in life. Like perfect letters on stupid charts that they shouldn’t have to do anymore can make that shit okay. And fuck, you probably did imagine it. You’re been on shift for fucking ever and you’re not sure if it’s Sunday or Monday at this point because everything’s just been blending in together for so long and it’s a lot of effort to try and sort them out anymore. You go back to your charts, and your letters sure as hell aren't perfect.
Title: Honours
Characters: Alex Karev
Rating: PG13 for language
For the prompt "Alex/Meredith | blood runs cold..."
McDreamy could cry like a goddamn baby in the hallway and no one thought anything of it. He turned into a fucking useless wreck and it was okay because Meredith was his. She belonged to him. Addison was a snag but Sheppard and his goddamn hair and Meredith and her tequila went together and that’s just how it was. It was a fucking train-wreck, but it was a fucking inevitable train-wreck. And Cristina, Cristina got to be a quack and buy useless dollar store shit and drink her fool ass off, but hey, Meredith’s her person. Always has been, always will be. And you don’t begrudge them that because better them bitch to each other than you because you get enough damn girly drama vibes from living there as it is. And when Mere decides not to die, it’s Cristina that’s right there because her head finally got pulled from her ass.
You don’t get those honours, though. Iz didn’t either, but it’s fucking about you because it’s fucking about Mere. And if you had cried like a pussy or bought cheap lead-ridden crap from China people would have asked questions because you’re fucking Alex Karev and Alex Karev doesn’t do that shit. Except you wanted to.