Challenge 05: Rewrite A Fav Scene
Activity: Rewriting a favorite scene
Deadline: Thursday, November 1 at 9p EST//Friday, November 2 at 1a UTC
Points: 20 points for at least 100 words plus bonus points for sig tags/icons and COMMENTING!
Summary:In lieu of doing homework I am posting a challenge. Its easy to rewrite your least favorite scene and make it
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Pick Me, Choose Me, Love Me
There’s a row of bench seats lining the walk-way to the hospital’s main entrance and she eyes them longingly as Cristina’s arm threads through her elbow, dragging her past them and towards the ER. Her head is full of Derek and ridiculous declarations of love and choices and she think she could sort it all out if Cristina would just let her sit a minute.
“Your head is full of tequila. That is all. Now, walk.”
It’s the first clue she gets that her ramblings are not entirely silent.
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She’s pretty sure she’s doing it wrong when her head disappears into a fold of material and promptly stops, stuck.
“Meredith? What the-”
She giggles, dizzy and blind, as she’s forcibly pushed to seated on the locker room bench. The t-shirt she’s managed to twist into a turban is yanked and pulled as, suddenly, the room comes back into view with a slow spin.
“Boo!”
No one laughs.
She has no idea why because she’s clearly hilarious.
She thinks they probably feel sorry for her.
Which is understandable really; she feels sorry for her too.
All things considered.
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She notes, absently, that getting her ready has officially become a group exercise as George lands at her feet and busies himself with the task of tying her shoe laces.
“Double knots, please,” she requests, wriggling her toes pointedly as hands clamp around her ears from behind.
“Keep your head still, Meredith.”
Izzie. And apparently Izzie is doing her hair. Excellent.
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She’s dragged to her feet and guided towards the exit. The door is held open for her as she narrowly avoids colliding with the frame and a steady hand lands on her shoulder, redirecting her towards the elevator she’d completely managed to forget was to be their first stop.
If she turns her head to the left, she’ll find Alex. She doesn’t because walking a straight line is hard enough right now without adding to the degree of difficulty, but she knows that he’s there instinctively nonetheless.
“Karev,” she says, apropos of nothing really.
“Grey?”
“Hmmm, nothing.” A burp to finish that tastes a lot like red wine. She doesn’t remember drinking any red wine.
“Whatever… Just promise me you’re not going to spew in the elevator.”
She grins, wide; settles in that moment into the knowledge that, whatever choice Derek McDreamy Shepherd makes about his future, about her future, she will always have this.
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GAH! LOVE ITTTTTTT. And now I kinda wanna go watch it AGAIN! Oops.
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