Searching for a Seattle Sky (1/10)
Title: Searching for a Seattle Sky
Author: waltzmatildah
Rating: PG
Summary: During the turmoil of trying for a baby, adopting Zola and nearly tearing apart her marriage, Meredith forgot her fears about becoming a mother. Now she remembers, and Lexie’s the only one who can help rid her of them for good.
Pairings: Meredith/Derek, Mark/Lexie
Thanks literary_critic to for beta, waltzmatildah for the fanmix and ga_fanfic for the fanart!
Written for the Big Bang: waltzmatildah
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Amsterdam, 2001
So, her dad constantly telling her to get her head out of the clouds wasn’t just a verbal tic, Alexandra Grey thought in the second before she leapt back to avoid the bicycles whizzing toward her. She’d regained her footing for seconds before the bell of the fast-approaching tram deafened her.
Move, Lexie, move! (In her head, she still sometimes forgot she was “Alexandra,” but she still got pissed at her mom when she forgot.)
Her feet were weighed down by the Doc Martens that Jenny insisted she buy for her European adventure and she, the shoes and her trombone case were about to be completely crushed and-
And she was lying on the sidewalk staring up at the piercing blue sky that had distracted her in the first place. She didn’t feel the pressure of tires breaking her spine. (Did the trams have wheels? They ran on tracks crisscrossing the city, but did they have wheels?).
Something was on top of her. Did the tram driver manage to brake right after he ran over her body? God, her mind moved quickly, for her to be thinking all this in the split second before she died, and the weight was gone, did this mean she was dead or-?
“Kid, are you okay? Can you move?”
If someone was asking her that, it must have meant she wasn’t dead. Right?
She flattened one hand against the gritty road and pressed, managing to push up. Someone, she assumed the speaker, helped by repositioning the weight of her backpack.
“Let’s get you out of the street,” the voice continued. In addition to the girl’s voice (sort of hoarse, but kind), she could hear the murmurs of a crowd, and a few horns. She focused on watching her shoes, putting one shiny black boot in front of the other. One foot, two foot, one foot, two foot, three foot? Was she going nuts? No, the person next to her was wearing the same shoes. Hers were significantly more scuffed than Lexie-than Alexandra’s.
“Curb,” the girl said, grabbing Alexandra’s elbow to help her up.
The traffic noise started up again, and the sound of another tram made her heart rise up into her throat. Her right knee stung, but she refused to give into the tears threatening to well in her eyes.
“Hey,” said the person who still has hold of her arm. “You okay?”
Alexandra shook her head, and the small sob she’d fought to keep escaped her lips. She cast her eyes around frantically for the girls who would laugh at this. (She was the band geek who got mocked by band geeks.)
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Come on, let’s sit for a minute, okay? Just sit.”
She allowed herself to be led. Every time she blinked she saw the tram heading toward her again. Damn photographic memory. It would haunt her dreams forever.
“So. What’s your name?”
She swallowed around the lump threatening to choke her. “Alexandra.” The split-second of hesitation before she spat the word out was shrinking. Maybe by the time she left for college it’d be second nature.
“Hi, Alexandra. I’m Death. Death Grey.”
Alexandra figured she’d hit her head too hard on the concrete when she fell. It was the only way to explain how she’s staring into the eyes of the mythical big sister she’d seen only in photographs, and why the girl looked more like the girls who beat her up on a regular basis than the savior she’d dreamt about for years.
Table of Contents || Part One
Author: waltzmatildah
Rating: PG
Summary: During the turmoil of trying for a baby, adopting Zola and nearly tearing apart her marriage, Meredith forgot her fears about becoming a mother. Now she remembers, and Lexie’s the only one who can help rid her of them for good.
Pairings: Meredith/Derek, Mark/Lexie
Thanks literary_critic to for beta, waltzmatildah for the fanmix and ga_fanfic for the fanart!
Written for the Big Bang: waltzmatildah
Fan Art:
Fanmix:
Amsterdam, 2001
So, her dad constantly telling her to get her head out of the clouds wasn’t just a verbal tic, Alexandra Grey thought in the second before she leapt back to avoid the bicycles whizzing toward her. She’d regained her footing for seconds before the bell of the fast-approaching tram deafened her.
Move, Lexie, move! (In her head, she still sometimes forgot she was “Alexandra,” but she still got pissed at her mom when she forgot.)
Her feet were weighed down by the Doc Martens that Jenny insisted she buy for her European adventure and she, the shoes and her trombone case were about to be completely crushed and-
And she was lying on the sidewalk staring up at the piercing blue sky that had distracted her in the first place. She didn’t feel the pressure of tires breaking her spine. (Did the trams have wheels? They ran on tracks crisscrossing the city, but did they have wheels?).
Something was on top of her. Did the tram driver manage to brake right after he ran over her body? God, her mind moved quickly, for her to be thinking all this in the split second before she died, and the weight was gone, did this mean she was dead or-?
“Kid, are you okay? Can you move?”
If someone was asking her that, it must have meant she wasn’t dead. Right?
She flattened one hand against the gritty road and pressed, managing to push up. Someone, she assumed the speaker, helped by repositioning the weight of her backpack.
“Let’s get you out of the street,” the voice continued. In addition to the girl’s voice (sort of hoarse, but kind), she could hear the murmurs of a crowd, and a few horns. She focused on watching her shoes, putting one shiny black boot in front of the other. One foot, two foot, one foot, two foot, three foot? Was she going nuts? No, the person next to her was wearing the same shoes. Hers were significantly more scuffed than Lexie-than Alexandra’s.
“Curb,” the girl said, grabbing Alexandra’s elbow to help her up.
The traffic noise started up again, and the sound of another tram made her heart rise up into her throat. Her right knee stung, but she refused to give into the tears threatening to well in her eyes.
“Hey,” said the person who still has hold of her arm. “You okay?”
Alexandra shook her head, and the small sob she’d fought to keep escaped her lips. She cast her eyes around frantically for the girls who would laugh at this. (She was the band geek who got mocked by band geeks.)
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Come on, let’s sit for a minute, okay? Just sit.”
She allowed herself to be led. Every time she blinked she saw the tram heading toward her again. Damn photographic memory. It would haunt her dreams forever.
“So. What’s your name?”
She swallowed around the lump threatening to choke her. “Alexandra.” The split-second of hesitation before she spat the word out was shrinking. Maybe by the time she left for college it’d be second nature.
“Hi, Alexandra. I’m Death. Death Grey.”
Alexandra figured she’d hit her head too hard on the concrete when she fell. It was the only way to explain how she’s staring into the eyes of the mythical big sister she’d seen only in photographs, and why the girl looked more like the girls who beat her up on a regular basis than the savior she’d dreamt about for years.
Table of Contents || Part One