Fic: A Mean Old Lady and her Money are not so Easily Parted
A Mean Old Lady and her Money are not so Easily PartedAuthor: Jenrind
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Callie/Arizona or Grey's Anatomy, wish I did. Not only would I be rich, but then the characters would do exactly what I wanted. Of course, then all of the fans would be yelling at me about how I didn't really know these characters at all, not like they did, and they'd ask me dumb questions, like where's Meredith, or tell me that this isn't Arizona's Anatomy, and how dare I kill off half the cast and that they're never watching again...hmmm, maybe not owning them and being rich aren't bad things.
Comments: I love Alex. But I found him getting his 11th hour windfall check from the mean old lady to be just a tad over-the-top. (Talk about a deus ex machina.)
Characters: Callie/Arizona, Callie & Lexie friendship
Synopsis: Just a small missing scene from episode 19 that explains how Alex REALLY got that check. (And yes, I realize that the amount of the check was $200,000. But that's not what was asked for.)
“I need $100,000.”
Callie, clad in her now standard sweats and IPAD in hand, was sitting up in her hospital bed putting her mandatory, post second surgery rest time, (thank you very much drill sergeant Robbins) to good use. She was flipping between a recent Medical Journal article about caring for Micropreemies on one page, and the results of her search for the most ‘churchy’ church and minister in Seattle that would perform a gay ceremony on another. Neither result was exactly giving her the warm fuzzies, but Lexie’s out-of-breath intrusion forestalled the imminent tantrum.
She carefully lowered her IPAD and tried desperately to think of something to say other than, “Seriously?”
“Not, oh God, not for me. It’s not for, I mean not that I couldn’t use $100,000, medical school loans and all, but no, no..it’s for Alex.” Well then, that explained everything.
“Oh, of course, for Alex,” Callie drawled.
“Well, It’s not for him, him, it’s for the sick kids from Africa, and really, when you look at it that way it’s for Arizona...your fiancée.” Lexie added the last with a hopeful lilt in her voice to which Callie just arched a skeptical brow.
“Why does “my fiancee” need $100,000?”
“Because she has all of these sick kids in Africa that she’s been helping, but she couldn’t go to Africa because you and Sofia are here, in the hospital, so Alex thought that he’d help her bring them to Seattle Grace, in order to look good in the race for Chief Resident, and he thought he had the money but the patient died before she could write the check.”
“Alex asked a patient for money?”
“For the sick African children! And she was rich…and really mean. It’s not as bad as it sounds. But now, the kids are on their way, and there’s no money for their treatment and Alex is going to go to jail unless he can come up with…”
“$100,000.”
“For small, sick, African children. That your fiancée desperately wants to help. Besides, you owe me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You had my boyfriend’s baby. You owe me.”
“Well, when you put it that way...”
“You are still rich aren’t you? I mean, I know your dad took your trust fund away and all, but I thought he gave it back to you. He did give it back to you didn’t he? Because if he didn’t you probably don’t even have $100,000...and oh God, Alex...”
“Lexie, stop talking.” Lexie abruptly shut up although Callie swore her whole body was still vibrating, so she relented and let her out of her misery.
“You had me at Arizona.”
Lexie immediately deflated, “Oh thank God, I thought for sure Alex was toast.”
“Nope, just lucky that recently, everytime I see a Sally Struthers’ informational I pick up the damn phone. Now tell me, what’s the name of that rich, mean old lady?”
“Gladys Polcher, why?”
“Because mean old Gladys is about to live up to her promise.”