GL / GA Crossover - What The Doctor Ordered
Title: GL/GA Drabble - What the Doctor Ordered - 880 words
Author: wICKEDjOY
Characters: Olivia Spencer, Erica Hahn - A Guiding Light/Grey’s Anatomy Crossover (of sorts) ...with a hint of Venice.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: While Natalia is missing, Olivia receives a mysterious flyer offering help...
Spoilers: Besides being current with Guiding Light and Grey’s Anatomy, this refers to major events in both Bad Girls and Los Hombres De Paco
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A/N: Erica Hahn, post Seattle-Grace, existing in a Meta-fiction kind of dimension... No bullshit and all heart (I miss her).
What The Doctor Ordered - 880 words
Olivia Spencer tentatively walks into the waiting room and takes a look around.
“Can I help you?” asks the perky young girl behind the desk.
“Uh, I’m not sure I’m in the right place,” Olivia begins. “I found this flyer on my windscreen, and - ” She is interrupted by a tall, dark haired woman who storms in, ranting in Spanish, tears streaming down her face.
“If you could just take a seat, someone will be with you in a minute” the girl offers, before turning to assist the hysterical woman.
“Wow. She’s in worse shape than I am,” Olivia mumbles to herself, taking a seat.
“That’s par for the course around here, I’m afraid,” a voice pipes up beside her.
Olivia turns to face the woman, who is flicking through a worn copy of DIVA magazine.
“What is?” Olivia asks, still uncertain as to why she has come here.
“Dead lesbians, miserable lesbians... Take your pick.”
“Hey, we’re not all miserable,” a tall blonde, with striking blue eyes and a strong jaw, interrupts their conversation. She turns to Olivia. “I’m Erica Hahn. You must be my two o’clock.”
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“Now, if you’ve received our flyer you’ve already hit trouble. So which lesbian cliché is it: abandonment, alcoholism... psychotic break?”
Olivia pulls a face.
“Well, I was going to insist that I’m label-free, but... what with that little trip to Chicago, I think I may have hit the trifecta,” she intones. “Do I get a prize?”
Erica squints. “What is that, a toaster-oven joke?”
“Uh...” Olivia flounders, her discomfort growing.
“Looking over your file here, I’d say you were on a great thing... up til now.”
“I have a file?”
“Of course,” Erica motions to the pile of papers on her desk. “These are all yours. The academics just love us. Give a geek girl an OTP and she’ll still be writing Ship Manifesto’s long after we’ve left the screen.”
After a short pause Olivia replies, “Shall I just pretend you’re speaking English?”
Erica leans back in her chair.
“What went wrong?”
“Well firstly, they wouldn’t let me kiss my damn girlfriend,” Olivia explains, incensed. “And now, she’s disappeared on me, amidst rumours that she may be pregnant! Not that anyone bothers to fill me in, mind you.”
“Oh, believe me, you’ll always be the last to know,” Erica warns her, the bitter taste of the entire Seattle Grace fiasco still lingering.
“Well then, how do I beat this crap?”
Closing the file, Erica sits forward, meeting Olivia’s defiant glare with a stoic one.
“Look. As long as you still seem to like men and you don’t make any huge pronouncements, like, “I am so, so, so gay. I am extremely gay!” you’ll be fine. And by fine, I mean, you won’t end up miserable, psychotic or dead.”
“You’re not dead,” Olivia notes.
Erica raises an eyebrow.
“I’m no longer on my show. As far as viewers are concerned, I fell into a black hole. The only people keeping tabs on me are the fanfic writers. In fact, if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t be here talking to you right now.”
“But surely some couples have made it through together?”
Erica snorts.
“Half of them don’t make it out alive. I mean, you saw Pepa out there.”
“Oh God...”
Olivia didn’t think it was possible to be more frightened for Natalia, but there it was.
“However,” Erica’s voice works to quell the rising panic, “there was one couple, years ago, who managed to end up together, and happy, when their storyline ended.”
“Really?” Olivia asks, hope lifting the tail end of the word.
“But they lived in London, not Small Town USA.”
“Oh,” she slumps back into her seat. “I’m guessing they got to kiss?”
“Oh yeah.”
Olivia runs her hand through her hair.
“So, I’ll never get to kiss her, and I should just be happy if we make it out alive? That’s fucked!”
“Would you rather kiss her and promptly fall into a black hole?”
“Would you believe I’m thinking YES?” Olivia admits.
Erica laughs.
“Wow. She must really be something.”
“She’s everything.”
Her words linger in the following silence.
Blue eyes meet green, careful consideration confronting impassioned conviction, until Erica nods slowly.
“There have been rumours on the underground,” she begins, pulling a prescription pad out of her top desk drawer. “Just a twitter here and there mind you, about the possibility of TV Lesbians finding a haven where they are treated equally, can exist honestly and fully explore their lives.”
“Okay, well that sounds promising,” Olivia sits forward. “What’s the catch?”
“You have to go into a witness protection type situation.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you know, you’d have to change your name, move to California, that kind of thing.”
“And then Natalia and I can be together? No interference - no censorship, no crappy clichéd plot devices, no personality disorders, no bullshit?”
“Well, I think that’s the plan. The actual circumstances are still somewhat cryptic.”
“Where do I sign up?”
Erica scrawls an internet address on her prescription pad and hands it to Olivia.
“Best of Luck,” she offers a rare smile. “Oh, and Olivia,”
Olivia pauses in the doorway.
“It’s probably best to steer clear of the hospital parking lot on your way out.”
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