prompting time

[slybrunette]

To celebrate my newfound freedom:

PROMPT ME:

fandom | pairing | song lyric

(Fandoms: Grey's Anatomy, The Big Bang Theory, Lost; also making exceptions for Dead Like Me, Oz, BSG)

Last time I got through the first half-dozen; this time it is my goal to surpass that.

And...go!

ETA: Prompting closed. Thanks for playing

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[slybrunette]

post holidaze.

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(Love is not the issue.

Because, really, it never is, it’s just what people would like to believe the issue is. It makes it that much easier; it makes it less of a failure on your part, individually or as a whole, and turns it into something that’s just not meant to be. Like when the other person decides they never want to get married and crushes your dreams of fairytale weddings and ‘til death do you part and then you shrug it off and pack your things, and suddenly you never really loved them at all - for the record, she left that part of herself somewhere on the plane to Boston, to Harvard, years ago.)

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong; I don’t even know how to do this.”

The remote’s within reach and she silently wishes she was the type to throw things. Instead, she lets her hand shake at her side.

(She’s not entirely convinced that Mark ever had that part in him to lose.)

“I see more of her than I do of you. And I know that you haven’t spent all that much time around her but she is really not the kind of company I want to keep.”

“So this is about her?”

“I don’t know, is it? Because ever since she showed up you suddenly spend more time at the hospital.”

“This from the woman who wouldn’t leave the hospital for more than a few hours for a week straight because of the merger.”

“I was worried about my job.”

“You think the rest of us aren’t?”

“You’re an attending.”

“And last time Webber got pissed at Derek he tried to fire him. Believe me, firing the people he’s paying the big bucks to is probably something that’s crossed his mind.”

(Work is the issue. Time is the issue.

Because eventually there comes a point where quickies in the on-call room lose some of their magic. There comes a point when she starts looking at her watch and saying things like ‘I’ve only got twenty minutes’ and thinking about that big surgery more than she’s thinking about his hand inching up her thigh or his lips against her collarbone. There comes a point when pulling twelve-plus hour days and coming home to his freaking daughter and having him fall into bed next to her near midnight because he had a late surgery or drinks with Derek or whatever becomes something she just can’t brush off.

Maybe that’s it. It sounds like less of a lie.)

“You’re avoiding her.”

”Lexie,” and in that moment she hates the way he says her name, like she should just melt at his tone. He isn’t going to finish it and she knows that; it’s just her name, desperate and just there, and he’s hoping maybe she’ll drop it entirely.

“And now you’re lying about it.”

“Just…figure it out. Figure this out. You have no plan and there needs to be a plan because there’s a girl, you’re daughter, who you never talk to, and she’s going to have a baby and she’s going to need a place to stay and we can’t deal with that. I can’t deal with that.”

He flinches, just barely; maybe he knows where this is going.

“Figure it out and call me when you do.”

(Love is not the issue.

Because when she tosses her stuff in a suitcase and dials her sister’s number and practically begs her way into a week or so spent on Meredith’s couch or back in the attic, she also makes sure the alarm is set the way she does every night and corrects the grocery list on the kitchen counter.

She does those little, fairly insignificant things because they are habit. She does them because she isn’t sure he’ll remember to do those things and she’s mad at him but he still has to be at work in the morning, just like she does. She does them because she intends to come back and she’d prefer to return to an apartment with the correct brand of orange juice, without the pulp.

Love is not the issue. And maybe work or time isn’t the issue either but she can’t claim that she doesn’t love him and it isn’t killing her to leave right now. She can claim that this is all an external thing, something that’s not their fault, not entirely, and something that’ll someday pass, hopefully sooner rather than later.

It’s easier than the inevitable ultimatum, the ‘it’s your daughter or me’. It’s easier to force his hand and cross her fingers that he’ll remember what he’s missing and he’ll make this work.)

[citron_presse]

”Lexie,” and in that moment she hates the way he says her name, like she should just melt at his tone. He isn’t going to finish it and she knows that; it’s just her name, desperate and just there, and he’s hoping maybe she’ll drop it entirely.

That (the whole fic actually) is such perfect, cynically-angsty, heartbreaking awesomeness that all I can do apparently in response is list words! I hope that will do. Plus . . . I ADORED this.

[slybrunette]

I really didn't mean to do angsty, I swear, but you know how the muse gets. So I just went with it.

I'm so glad you enjoyed this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[caer]

”Lexie,” and in that moment she hates the way he says her name, like she should just melt at his tone. He isn’t going to finish it and she knows that; it’s just her name, desperate and just there, and he’s hoping maybe she’ll drop it entirely.

I agree with the above about this line. Just...I love this take on them. It's heartbreaking, and real, and just so, so perfect.

THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS.

[slybrunette]

I always sit there and wonder if I'm being realistic, and I certainly did with this, so thank you for saying that :)

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[slybrunette]

Repitition is like my favorite thing ever, lol, so of course I worked that in there.

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[klutzy_girl]

Thanks! I love this.

[slybrunette]

I'm so glad to hear that! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[foibles_fables]

This was absolutely GREAT. It says so much in so few words, and that goes to show just how masterful you are at replicating these characters. The repetition is perfect, too.

I think I prefer your version to the show's version. Yes, already. Because I know the show will make it melodramatic, and this doesn't even touch melodrama. It's realistic. And that's what makes it so wonderful.

[slybrunette]

I prefer mine to the show's as well. But then I'd prefer anyone's to the show's. They'll screw it up right quick.

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[clockwork_jo]

Ugh. I love it so much. I haven't read GA fic in so long because I'm feeling so underwhelmed with season 6 and I still need to catch up. But your fic has totally got me in the mood to get back in the mood, haha. If that makes sense?
Anyways. Perfect. ^_^ I especially love the last part about the fairly insignificant things, because it's so in character.

[slybrunette]

I haven't written it in awhile, at least not anything canon, and that's season 6's fault as well. It's nice though that it got you back in the mood for awhile. Makes me happy.

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

[leobrat]

Oh. Oh that hurts, because I'm so afraid that it *is* where we're headed and I don't want that at all.

But this was beautiful.

[slybrunette]

I don't think it's going to be easy. Realistically it shouldn't. But I have faith in these two; not in the writers though.

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!