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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I.
“More?”
“More.”
Meredith eyes him, slow, careful, hands wrapped around his glass and her own.
Cut off time is coming.
She still gets up, refill, and he’s lost count of the number of times she’s done that. They’ve been here awhile.
He still thinks of Izzie with every flash of blonde walking through the door.
II.
There was one point where he considered doing a shot for every time Reed looked at him like she was actually being subtle.
Alex decided that he’d rather be able to walk out of the bar tonight.
There was also, briefly, a moment where he considered sleeping with her so that at least she’d stop looking at him like he was someone she could save.
He thinks he might lose some of his resolve then, this confidence that he’s in the right and he won’t be the one to grovel and he’s not going to get in the car and drive straight to Chehalis and beg her to come back.
So he stays seated and doesn’t let himself feel even a tinge of remorse when the doe-eyed woman leaves with the guy who’s been staring at her all night.
III.
It’s when he starts to drink alone that he identifies it as a problem.
It’s when he starts to drink alone that he realizes maybe it’s high time he just moved on and labeled her as another failure in a never-ending string of them.
He’s gotten good at that.
IV.
So (a woman, a man, a priest, a duck, whatever) walks into a bar…
He’s always thought that was a stupid premise for a joke.
It’s a surprise then, when Izzie actually does walk through those doors, takes a seat next to him at the bar, and doesn’t say a damn word, that he feels like laughing (bitter and burning to match the liquid swirling in his glass).
The joke still isn’t funny.
V.
“I can’t.”
It’s fill-in-the-blank really, for the rest of that sentence. Pick one. Pick five even.
If he has to narrow it down he thinks he’d go with: I can’t stop thinking about you.
He can’t put her down any more than he can put down his glass and he can’t let her go and he can’t let her be another damn failure because there’s only so many more times he can recover from that.
In the doorway, she leans forward until their foreheads are pressed together and he exhales when she whispers “I know” and wraps her arms around his neck.
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Anyway, I'm so glad you liked it hun! Thanks!
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I can't even-- I don't even-- Can I even function right now?
Seriously, the entire premise of it was just fantabulous. For something that you hoped would be okay, it's pretty fantastic.
Plus, I love Alex and your Alex especially, so YAY.
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I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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