Grey's Anatomy -- George/Alex -- PG
Three 100-word George/Alex drabbles, set vaguely in the future.
Title: Flying Solo, together
Rating: PG (a little bit of swearing)
Pairing: George/Alex
Spoilers: Vague through to episode fourteen, which is all I've seen.
Summary: They're attendings, and that's pretty awesome, but George can't get his hands to stop shaking. Alex helps.
“I’m kinda nervous,” George admitted, washing his hands. Alex could see them shaking under the rushing stream of water, and felt a vague stab of pity towards him.
Just a vague one, though.
He half smiled, because this was big for him. Flying solo, not just in an elevator, not just because there was no other alternative. This was the real thing. They were doctors.
They were fucking attendings.
Fucking attendings with shaking hands. Right. That was bad. He reached over and closed his hand over George’s, fingers twining. “We’re gonna be fine, I promise.”
And, oddly enough, they were.
______
George liked Alex’s hands.
He only noticed this when they were covered in blood and carefully unblocking the clot in their patient’s artery. That was probably inappropriate. He should have been focusing on their patient - their patient - not on Alex’s hands and how elegantly they moved.
Alex had grabbed his hand before they’d come in here. George could still feel the clammy nervous warmth, and it caused him to blush under the bright surgical light. There had been a quick squeeze and a quicker reassurance. Alex had never done that before.
It was kinda weird.
George kinda liked it.
______
Afterwards, the patient saved, they were both buzzed, adrenaline running wild.
In the locker room, Alex couldn’t help smiling at the giddy look on George’s face.
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” Definitely ‘wow’. That had been intense. Alex reluctantly admitted that he was glad it was George and not Meredith or Cristina or any of the other former interns here with him.
George bounced on his feet, like a hyperactive toddler. “We should do something.”
Alex raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Like… We should celebrate. Somehow. Y’know. If you want.”
Alex paused then nodded, because he did want, more than he was comfortable with.
Title: Flying Solo, together
Rating: PG (a little bit of swearing)
Pairing: George/Alex
Spoilers: Vague through to episode fourteen, which is all I've seen.
Summary: They're attendings, and that's pretty awesome, but George can't get his hands to stop shaking. Alex helps.
“I’m kinda nervous,” George admitted, washing his hands. Alex could see them shaking under the rushing stream of water, and felt a vague stab of pity towards him.
Just a vague one, though.
He half smiled, because this was big for him. Flying solo, not just in an elevator, not just because there was no other alternative. This was the real thing. They were doctors.
They were fucking attendings.
Fucking attendings with shaking hands. Right. That was bad. He reached over and closed his hand over George’s, fingers twining. “We’re gonna be fine, I promise.”
And, oddly enough, they were.
______
George liked Alex’s hands.
He only noticed this when they were covered in blood and carefully unblocking the clot in their patient’s artery. That was probably inappropriate. He should have been focusing on their patient - their patient - not on Alex’s hands and how elegantly they moved.
Alex had grabbed his hand before they’d come in here. George could still feel the clammy nervous warmth, and it caused him to blush under the bright surgical light. There had been a quick squeeze and a quicker reassurance. Alex had never done that before.
It was kinda weird.
George kinda liked it.
______
Afterwards, the patient saved, they were both buzzed, adrenaline running wild.
In the locker room, Alex couldn’t help smiling at the giddy look on George’s face.
“Wow.”
“Yeah.” Definitely ‘wow’. That had been intense. Alex reluctantly admitted that he was glad it was George and not Meredith or Cristina or any of the other former interns here with him.
George bounced on his feet, like a hyperactive toddler. “We should do something.”
Alex raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Like… We should celebrate. Somehow. Y’know. If you want.”
Alex paused then nodded, because he did want, more than he was comfortable with.