[meme| the cross-a-drabble meme]
THE CROSS-A-DRABBLE MEME
rules. (lovingly lifted from ineffort)
1. write a drabble.
2. make it a crossover.
3. post it in a comment here with the following subject line: title, fandom/fandom, pairing or characters, rating.
4. beware of spoilers! they may be lurking here ( Read more... )
rules. (lovingly lifted from ineffort)
1. write a drabble.
2. make it a crossover.
3. post it in a comment here with the following subject line: title, fandom/fandom, pairing or characters, rating.
4. beware of spoilers! they may be lurking here ( Read more... )
That had been the plan. The life of Meredith Grey had never gone according to plan. From a post-it wedding that went nowhere fast and a hellish set of days during her residency she more than jumped at the chance to do her fellowship any place other than Seattle.
The hospital is different. A different color scheme, all open plan and water features, windows and doors that separate one area from another. It’s so new that she nearly loses herself both literally and figuratively on during her orientation. Badge in hand, paperwork filed in HR and she heads to the place that she’s been told is a staff favorite. An evening amongst strangers with a bit of tequila has never served her wrong and it is a happier prospect than unpacked boxes and cold pizza.
Sitting on a stool, she flags down the bartender and orders a double of tequila, any type, hold the ice.
Looking down at the tumbler in her hand, she pushes it back and forth gently between her palms. It’s a gold tequila and she can name all of the things that drinking it will do to her body, to her mind and at that moment she doesn’t care.
A folded newspaper is slammed onto the bar with enough force to shake her from her thoughts and she turns to see who it belongs to. There’s a man, all dark hair and smile lines around his eyes pulling his coat off as he settles into the stool next to her.
He catches her watching him and smiles, relaxed and friendly. Years ago it was a smile that Derek used as an opener in a bar not too different from this one, but where Derek’s smile was charming with a bit of knowingness, this man has a smile that is just friendly nothing more.
“Sorry about that,” he apologises before reaching forward to pull the paper towards him and stick it into the pocket of his coat. She catches a glance of the banner, but she hasn’t had the time to learn what makes the Sun Times different from the Tribune.
“It’s no problem,” she dismisses with a smile, watching him as he reaches over the bar to pull a beer from the ice on the other side. Catching sight of her questioning glance as he sits down on the stool, he shrugs.
“It’s my bar,” he explains, pointing to one of the pictures lining the wall. Sure enough this man is featured in more than a few of them suggesting that there is some truth to what he’s told her.
“You looked like you were thinking pretty hard,” he notes and Meredith studies his face. It’s familiar like she’s seen it somewhere before but without context the recognition is meaningless.
She shrugs, smiling down at her drink before picking it up and taking a sip. It burns in a way that feels like home. “Not about anything important. Tomorrow’s my first day,” she shares, taking comfort in the scene.
“Is it? Well, good luck then. Can I ask what it’s your first day of?” He was peeling the label off his beer, scraping away at it with his thumbnail and it feels vaguely intrusive to be watching someone’s hands like she is. But she’s a surgeon and hands are important. Hands say a lot about who someone is.
“My fellowship. I’m a surgeon, a brain surgeon or I will be starting tomorrow.”
Bottle to his lips, he raises his eyebrows in recognition of an accomplishment. Setting the bottle back down, he slides it over to clink it against the side of her glass.
“Congratulations, Doctor…?”
“Grey. Meredith Grey.”
“Doctor Grey. I’m Gary Hobson and I hope that you have a good first day.”
She laughs and ducks her head slightly to hide the blush that she doesn’t mean to happen. This man is nice, friendly in an attentive sort of way and it doesn’t hurt that he owns the place that she’s drinking at.
“This is a nice bar,” she says as way of reciprocation which elicits a laugh in response.
“I suppose it is. You should feel free to drink here often. Not just because I like repeat customers, but because it seems like you need a place, Doctor Grey. Maybe this can be your place.”
“Meredith,” she corrects, a laugh in her voice as she takes another sip. “Call me Meredith.”
“Alright, but only if you call me Gary.”
“I can do that.”
And that’s it. She can still be the girl in the bar, but the guy has changed.
Things are starting over, but it feels like it might be home. Maybe. Tomorrow is a different story.
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:D
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but where Derek’s smile was charming with a bit of knowingness, this man has a smile that is just friendly nothing more.
This! That’s both of them, exactly.
Setting the bottle back down, he slides it over to clink it against the side of her glass.
“Congratulations, Doctor…?”
“Grey. Meredith Grey.”
“Doctor Grey. I’m Gary Hobson and I hope that you have a good first day.”
I love how sincere he is and how pleased she is with his attention. :D Just, awwww.
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But yay! I'm glad you liked it. :D
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