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Chapter 3
Title: Love 1, 2, 3
Author: thespenders
Genre: Romance, Slash
Pairings: George / Alex
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: I suppose if you want to put it up somewhere, just ask.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grey’s Anatomy or any of the characters associated with it.
Summary: George has a breakdown when he can’t take Meredith’s ignoring of him anymore. He finds himself in the arms of someone he never expected.
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Chapter Three: Nightmare
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It was, in an odd way, the scariest position he ever found himself in. And it was all imaginary. He was in a foggy field, nothing but tall grass and the cool air raising from the ground, causing restrictions on his sight. The fear of not knowing what could be there was always his biggest fear. Something could appear at any moment, at its own will. He began to turn, shuffle his feet in twisted circles, never letting an inch of the visible space go unwatched. Turning, spinning, faster, faster. Something could be there! He couldn’t be alone, not in such a place as this. Turning, faster, spinning, spinning! And as his blurred perspective became more aware of his spinning, he saw it. A flash of gray in the distance. He stopped his movement abruptly. It was behind him. Whatever it was, the flash of fear, it was behind his fragile body. He turned slowly, and the sight was revealed to him. The grass was cut shorter, and there was a small dirt pathway, leading to a cold dreary bell tower.
He began to walk forward towards it, taking small steps, eyes focused on the haunting building. Step. Step. Step. 1. 2. 3. Step. Step. Step. Until he reached the chamber door. It stared at him, almost, mocking his soul. He shook his head and snatched the handle, pushing the wooden restriction open. After stepping in, it closed again, sealing him in. He didn’t even bother to see if it was locked or not. Neither solution would sooth him now. He stood before now, a spiral staircase, tall and overbearing.
“George” came a voice above the steps. It was taunting, yet caring. It was, her. He set foot to the steps, and began to climb. Step. Step. Step. 1. 2. 3. Step. Step. Step. He could do this, he could get to the top! He could make it to her and they could live forever together, happily, romantically, lovingly, forever! He could make it! His legs grew tired as the steps wore on, everlasting stone, vile to his step. Then finally, he saw it. The opening. The hatch. He ran now, gathering up his courage to finally be with her, the one he was meant to spend his life with. His hand pushed the wooden trap open, it flew above him and hit the floor above. He was so close to her. He poked his eyes above it, to the upstairs floor, and they came to meet a scalpel. Of all things! A scalpel? No, this couldn’t be! He looked up, nothing. He raised his body through the small hole, and lifted himself above to the surface. He stood, and looked around.
“George.” Came the loving voice from behind him. He smiled, and spun around to meet her. Nothing. Empty. Quiet. He shook his head in frustration. How could this be!
“No...” he whispered, gaining more anger.
“NO!” he screamed to full capacity. “NO THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!” his rage grabbed a hold of him and he ran to the stone wall, to the only window. He looked out it, into the fearing fog. There she was. Down in the pathway, white dress and white veil.
“George.” She taunted. “George! George! GEORGE!” She began to yell. Then the dream faded into reality as he woke.
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Alex stirred beneath his covers, twisting in the sheets. He was half awake, half trying to be asleep. He finally found a somewhat comfortable position, and halted his movement. What a long and strange day it had been. Not the fact it was a full day of rain, no it always rained here in Seattle. But because of the sheer wonder that had been pulsing through his thoughts, consuming his brain, keeping him from thinking correctly. He felt like a walking time bomb in the hospital, waiting to screw up on a patient or file, or anything. Thankfully he had dodged the possibility of that in which circled in his mind now.
He had other things to worry about. Things that kept him from his sleep. Say, his sexuality. He had gone through life going after women, being a perverted mouthed fool with a fake need for female. It was all a lie. Wrapped around his life with nagging from his family, and friends. Such a stereotype for a gay guy to be a materialistic, leather-wearing, makeup-buying, fruit bitch. That’s not what he was. He knew that’s not what he would ever be. But gay. Yes, he definitely had a feeling he was. Always he had an attraction for guys, but he denied it, forced himself to think he was bi to please everyone around him. Well no longer. He couldn’t put up with it. He knew the truth was bubbling above the surface of his mind. He was... is...
“NO!” Came a shout from the living room, piercing through the walls and shooting into Alex’s ears. It was George. He jumped out of his bed and went to his bedroom door, throwing it open to see what the continuing yelling was for. George was above the blankets, kicking his legs furiously, yelling the word over and over. “NO!” he shouted. Alex ran to the bed and grabbed his wrists, pulling him up to a sitting position.
“George! George! George!” Alex yelled, holding his violently moving body against the back of the couch. “George!”
His movements turned slower, then stopped as his eyes opened to fall upon Alex. They stared at each other for a few moments, George scared and confused, Alex soothing and quiet, shushing him. His grip loosened and they both calmed.
“What happened?” Alex asked him.
“She never listens.” came the reply. “She never listens to me, and she never will.” Alex slid his hands down George’s arms, letting them fall over his.
“Ill always listen.” he said.
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Title: Love 1, 2, 3
Author: thespenders
Genre: Romance, Slash
Pairings: George / Alex
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: I suppose if you want to put it up somewhere, just ask.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grey’s Anatomy or any of the characters associated with it.
Summary: George has a breakdown when he can’t take Meredith’s ignoring of him anymore. He finds himself in the arms of someone he never expected.
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Chapter Three: Nightmare
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It was, in an odd way, the scariest position he ever found himself in. And it was all imaginary. He was in a foggy field, nothing but tall grass and the cool air raising from the ground, causing restrictions on his sight. The fear of not knowing what could be there was always his biggest fear. Something could appear at any moment, at its own will. He began to turn, shuffle his feet in twisted circles, never letting an inch of the visible space go unwatched. Turning, spinning, faster, faster. Something could be there! He couldn’t be alone, not in such a place as this. Turning, faster, spinning, spinning! And as his blurred perspective became more aware of his spinning, he saw it. A flash of gray in the distance. He stopped his movement abruptly. It was behind him. Whatever it was, the flash of fear, it was behind his fragile body. He turned slowly, and the sight was revealed to him. The grass was cut shorter, and there was a small dirt pathway, leading to a cold dreary bell tower.
He began to walk forward towards it, taking small steps, eyes focused on the haunting building. Step. Step. Step. 1. 2. 3. Step. Step. Step. Until he reached the chamber door. It stared at him, almost, mocking his soul. He shook his head and snatched the handle, pushing the wooden restriction open. After stepping in, it closed again, sealing him in. He didn’t even bother to see if it was locked or not. Neither solution would sooth him now. He stood before now, a spiral staircase, tall and overbearing.
“George” came a voice above the steps. It was taunting, yet caring. It was, her. He set foot to the steps, and began to climb. Step. Step. Step. 1. 2. 3. Step. Step. Step. He could do this, he could get to the top! He could make it to her and they could live forever together, happily, romantically, lovingly, forever! He could make it! His legs grew tired as the steps wore on, everlasting stone, vile to his step. Then finally, he saw it. The opening. The hatch. He ran now, gathering up his courage to finally be with her, the one he was meant to spend his life with. His hand pushed the wooden trap open, it flew above him and hit the floor above. He was so close to her. He poked his eyes above it, to the upstairs floor, and they came to meet a scalpel. Of all things! A scalpel? No, this couldn’t be! He looked up, nothing. He raised his body through the small hole, and lifted himself above to the surface. He stood, and looked around.
“George.” Came the loving voice from behind him. He smiled, and spun around to meet her. Nothing. Empty. Quiet. He shook his head in frustration. How could this be!
“No...” he whispered, gaining more anger.
“NO!” he screamed to full capacity. “NO THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!” his rage grabbed a hold of him and he ran to the stone wall, to the only window. He looked out it, into the fearing fog. There she was. Down in the pathway, white dress and white veil.
“George.” She taunted. “George! George! GEORGE!” She began to yell. Then the dream faded into reality as he woke.
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Alex stirred beneath his covers, twisting in the sheets. He was half awake, half trying to be asleep. He finally found a somewhat comfortable position, and halted his movement. What a long and strange day it had been. Not the fact it was a full day of rain, no it always rained here in Seattle. But because of the sheer wonder that had been pulsing through his thoughts, consuming his brain, keeping him from thinking correctly. He felt like a walking time bomb in the hospital, waiting to screw up on a patient or file, or anything. Thankfully he had dodged the possibility of that in which circled in his mind now.
He had other things to worry about. Things that kept him from his sleep. Say, his sexuality. He had gone through life going after women, being a perverted mouthed fool with a fake need for female. It was all a lie. Wrapped around his life with nagging from his family, and friends. Such a stereotype for a gay guy to be a materialistic, leather-wearing, makeup-buying, fruit bitch. That’s not what he was. He knew that’s not what he would ever be. But gay. Yes, he definitely had a feeling he was. Always he had an attraction for guys, but he denied it, forced himself to think he was bi to please everyone around him. Well no longer. He couldn’t put up with it. He knew the truth was bubbling above the surface of his mind. He was... is...
“NO!” Came a shout from the living room, piercing through the walls and shooting into Alex’s ears. It was George. He jumped out of his bed and went to his bedroom door, throwing it open to see what the continuing yelling was for. George was above the blankets, kicking his legs furiously, yelling the word over and over. “NO!” he shouted. Alex ran to the bed and grabbed his wrists, pulling him up to a sitting position.
“George! George! George!” Alex yelled, holding his violently moving body against the back of the couch. “George!”
His movements turned slower, then stopped as his eyes opened to fall upon Alex. They stared at each other for a few moments, George scared and confused, Alex soothing and quiet, shushing him. His grip loosened and they both calmed.
“What happened?” Alex asked him.
“She never listens.” came the reply. “She never listens to me, and she never will.” Alex slid his hands down George’s arms, letting them fall over his.
“Ill always listen.” he said.
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