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Chapter 4
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 Four: Janis Joplin Told Me To Cry
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The windows were blue with the mornings rainy light. Mist fell all over Seattle, giving everyone the blue tint in their bedrooms to provide a sensual feeling. The people who probably needed it most were the interns at Seattle Grace hospital.
Izzie lay stretched out on her bed, sleeping lightly. Her dreams would be forgotten, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t that special. She never had memorable dreams like everyone else seemed too. No, she seemed to spend most of her dream time when she was awake.
Her sleep was suddenly disrupted by the loud alarm clock that sat on the bed side table next to her, flashing 5:00. It was Janis Joplin. Her piercing voice screeched through the house, echoing through the halls. Cry, Baby. Cry, Cry, Baby. Izzie shook her head in disgust and hit the snooze button.
“God! Shut the hell up!” She yelled at it. She always listened to that type of music, but you either love Janis or you hate her. And Izzie definitely didn’t love her. After a moment, she heard the scampering feet of Meredith coming down the hall.
“Damnit Izzie!” she yelled as she reached the open door. “Why do you keep your alarm clock on so loud!”
“It wakes me up.” She replied, falling back to her pillows.
“Apparently not for long.” Meredith mumbled under her breath, walking away, towards the stairs. She stomped down them grumpily, watching the door as she took each step down. It was still unlocked. George never came home. She spat a dirty look at it, as she stepped onto the ground floor and turned for the kitchen. After making a big pot of steaming coffee, she found herself falling asleep on the kitchen table. Then, the song began to burst through the house, almost louder than before.
Cry, CRY, baby!
“MAKE YOUR SNOOZE TIME LONGER!” Meredith tried to shout over the blazing music. It stopped abruptly.
“WHAT?” Izzie shouted back. Meredith sighed, then rose to go get some coffee.
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George stretched his neck, keeping his eyes shut. The blue darkness that covered his lids made him smile. The rain was beating on the side of the window softly, creating an arrhythmic beat to his waking body. He loved mornings like this. He twisted off of his stomach, to his back, wrapping himself in more sheets. His sinuses were clear, and his eyes dry. He must have been crying. He started wondering what happened the night before. Then it struck him. Meredith. That’s why he was crying. Meredith. The too familiar name. It flared in his mind. Flared because he loved it, but couldn’t stand loving it. Meredith.
Then he remembered. He was in Alex’s apartment. Yes, that was right. He remembered trying to pull the bed out of the couch. But, the mattress seemed oddly softer than the night before. Yes, he was sure of it. He sat motionless upon the feathery bedding, trying to gather the strength to open his eyes and see what had changed sense his sleeping state sunk in. When he felt his mind waking more, he finally let them fall open. When he found his surroundings different, he sat up. The bed was bigger than he remembered. The walls were more concealing. What was going on?
He twisted his neck to stretch his muscles, but instead found himself staring at someone he never expected.
“Holy... shit.” came the confused whisper from his chapped lips. He rose from the bed slowly, trying not to move it. He was left standing before it in his boxers, staring at Alex, barely covered by the sheets. Skin soft in the morning’s light, lips happy for unknown reasons, sleeping lightly.
“Oh...crap” George continued. He walked to the bedroom door and exited to the living room. His clothes were strewn out all over the floor, wrinkled and wrung from a late night’s sweat. He shook his head in dreadful confusion, collecting his stripped clothing. After finding them all, he brought them back to the tangled bedding upon the couch’s mattress. He began to dress hurriedly, wishing he knew the time. It must be early if Alex’s alarm hasn’t gone off yet. As soon as the thought popped into his mind, it happened.
Cry, Cry! Baby!
“Shit!” He yelled. “Why why why why why!” came the mumbling from his throat. All he had left was his shirt. He began to drag it on over his head whilst running towards the apartment door.
Cry! CRYYY! BABY!
His hand touched the golden handle, just as he heard the bedroom door behind him open.
“George?” Alex’s voice touched his ears with sweet magnitude. How could he respond? To that? The sweetness?
“She told me to cry!” he said, running out the door, running from the apartment, running from the awkwardness that could become. And as he ran, he heard Alex’s short confused response.
“What?”
And he ran.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
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 Four: Janis Joplin Told Me To Cry
===============
The windows were blue with the mornings rainy light. Mist fell all over Seattle, giving everyone the blue tint in their bedrooms to provide a sensual feeling. The people who probably needed it most were the interns at Seattle Grace hospital.
Izzie lay stretched out on her bed, sleeping lightly. Her dreams would be forgotten, but it didn’t matter. They weren’t that special. She never had memorable dreams like everyone else seemed too. No, she seemed to spend most of her dream time when she was awake.
Her sleep was suddenly disrupted by the loud alarm clock that sat on the bed side table next to her, flashing 5:00. It was Janis Joplin. Her piercing voice screeched through the house, echoing through the halls. Cry, Baby. Cry, Cry, Baby. Izzie shook her head in disgust and hit the snooze button.
“God! Shut the hell up!” She yelled at it. She always listened to that type of music, but you either love Janis or you hate her. And Izzie definitely didn’t love her. After a moment, she heard the scampering feet of Meredith coming down the hall.
“Damnit Izzie!” she yelled as she reached the open door. “Why do you keep your alarm clock on so loud!”
“It wakes me up.” She replied, falling back to her pillows.
“Apparently not for long.” Meredith mumbled under her breath, walking away, towards the stairs. She stomped down them grumpily, watching the door as she took each step down. It was still unlocked. George never came home. She spat a dirty look at it, as she stepped onto the ground floor and turned for the kitchen. After making a big pot of steaming coffee, she found herself falling asleep on the kitchen table. Then, the song began to burst through the house, almost louder than before.
Cry, CRY, baby!
“MAKE YOUR SNOOZE TIME LONGER!” Meredith tried to shout over the blazing music. It stopped abruptly.
“WHAT?” Izzie shouted back. Meredith sighed, then rose to go get some coffee.
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George stretched his neck, keeping his eyes shut. The blue darkness that covered his lids made him smile. The rain was beating on the side of the window softly, creating an arrhythmic beat to his waking body. He loved mornings like this. He twisted off of his stomach, to his back, wrapping himself in more sheets. His sinuses were clear, and his eyes dry. He must have been crying. He started wondering what happened the night before. Then it struck him. Meredith. That’s why he was crying. Meredith. The too familiar name. It flared in his mind. Flared because he loved it, but couldn’t stand loving it. Meredith.
Then he remembered. He was in Alex’s apartment. Yes, that was right. He remembered trying to pull the bed out of the couch. But, the mattress seemed oddly softer than the night before. Yes, he was sure of it. He sat motionless upon the feathery bedding, trying to gather the strength to open his eyes and see what had changed sense his sleeping state sunk in. When he felt his mind waking more, he finally let them fall open. When he found his surroundings different, he sat up. The bed was bigger than he remembered. The walls were more concealing. What was going on?
He twisted his neck to stretch his muscles, but instead found himself staring at someone he never expected.
“Holy... shit.” came the confused whisper from his chapped lips. He rose from the bed slowly, trying not to move it. He was left standing before it in his boxers, staring at Alex, barely covered by the sheets. Skin soft in the morning’s light, lips happy for unknown reasons, sleeping lightly.
“Oh...crap” George continued. He walked to the bedroom door and exited to the living room. His clothes were strewn out all over the floor, wrinkled and wrung from a late night’s sweat. He shook his head in dreadful confusion, collecting his stripped clothing. After finding them all, he brought them back to the tangled bedding upon the couch’s mattress. He began to dress hurriedly, wishing he knew the time. It must be early if Alex’s alarm hasn’t gone off yet. As soon as the thought popped into his mind, it happened.
Cry, Cry! Baby!
“Shit!” He yelled. “Why why why why why!” came the mumbling from his throat. All he had left was his shirt. He began to drag it on over his head whilst running towards the apartment door.
Cry! CRYYY! BABY!
His hand touched the golden handle, just as he heard the bedroom door behind him open.
“George?” Alex’s voice touched his ears with sweet magnitude. How could he respond? To that? The sweetness?
“She told me to cry!” he said, running out the door, running from the apartment, running from the awkwardness that could become. And as he ran, he heard Alex’s short confused response.
“What?”
And he ran.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three