next time, try english {grey's - fab four}
I'm totally not going to end up taking this drabble123 claim seriously like everyone else is with the angsty, deep pieces. So, I give you dialogue. Which is apparently all I can muster.
Title: Next Time, Try English
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Fab Four. Slight Alex/Izzie and implied Mark/someone.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #6 - Substantiate for drabble123
Author's Note: In the prompt table post, _takemeaway_ mentioned something about having this prompt being "old school!Grey's rumors/gossip mill" style, and I couldn't get it out of my head.
Summary: Future-ish. The return of the Seattle Grace Mercy West gossip mill from hell. It's what's for lunch.
. . .
“Okay, but do you have anything to substantiate your claims?”
Cristina almost chokes on her mouthful of salad. “Substantiate? Who even says that?”
Off Meredith’s look of confusion, possibly concern, Izzie explains. “My patient’s a lawyer. Callie went over what the surgery entailed and he actually said ‘I object’; it’s almost sad.”
“We’re missing the point,” Meredith reminds her, right around the time Alex slides into the seat next to her.
“What point?”
There’s a decision made between the three of them and then Cristina starts up. “We’re trying to figure out who Sloan’s sleeping with.”
“If he’s sleeping with anyone,” Izzie chimes in.
“Well he wasn’t having sex with himself in there.” She is, of course, referring to the now infamous sound bytes that were overheard by both passers-by and the lone guy who had just stumbled towards the nearest on-call room for some shut-eye.
Alex chews thoughtfully, then, “Isn’t he sleeping with your boyfriend’s girlfriend.”
“Fuck off,” Cristina replies, adding a sickly sweet smile to the sentiment. “Who’s he sleeping with?”
This time he shrugs. “I stay out of his way as much as possible.”
“Yeah, cause you’re a wuss.”
“Please. I could take him easily.”
Without thinking, Izzie nods. “He totally could. Didn’t Mark, like, injure himself the one time he hit Derek back?”
“Fine, they’re both wusses.”
Meredith, who’s just switched her attention to her phone for the most part, repeats, “We’re missing the point.”
“Did you just stick up for me?” Alex asks, after a beat, locking eyes with her across the table.
Izzie’s on the defensive in seconds flat; sometimes she forgets that they’re not still married. “Accidentally.”
“Accidentally?”
“I forgot I still hate you.”
“Isn’t that cute,” Cristina mocks. “Do you have anything to substantiate that claim?”
“Shut up.”
“We’re missing the point.”
Title: Next Time, Try English
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Fab Four. Slight Alex/Izzie and implied Mark/someone.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #6 - Substantiate for drabble123
Author's Note: In the prompt table post, _takemeaway_ mentioned something about having this prompt being "old school!Grey's rumors/gossip mill" style, and I couldn't get it out of my head.
Summary: Future-ish. The return of the Seattle Grace Mercy West gossip mill from hell. It's what's for lunch.
. . .
“Okay, but do you have anything to substantiate your claims?”
Cristina almost chokes on her mouthful of salad. “Substantiate? Who even says that?”
Off Meredith’s look of confusion, possibly concern, Izzie explains. “My patient’s a lawyer. Callie went over what the surgery entailed and he actually said ‘I object’; it’s almost sad.”
“We’re missing the point,” Meredith reminds her, right around the time Alex slides into the seat next to her.
“What point?”
There’s a decision made between the three of them and then Cristina starts up. “We’re trying to figure out who Sloan’s sleeping with.”
“If he’s sleeping with anyone,” Izzie chimes in.
“Well he wasn’t having sex with himself in there.” She is, of course, referring to the now infamous sound bytes that were overheard by both passers-by and the lone guy who had just stumbled towards the nearest on-call room for some shut-eye.
Alex chews thoughtfully, then, “Isn’t he sleeping with your boyfriend’s girlfriend.”
“Fuck off,” Cristina replies, adding a sickly sweet smile to the sentiment. “Who’s he sleeping with?”
This time he shrugs. “I stay out of his way as much as possible.”
“Yeah, cause you’re a wuss.”
“Please. I could take him easily.”
Without thinking, Izzie nods. “He totally could. Didn’t Mark, like, injure himself the one time he hit Derek back?”
“Fine, they’re both wusses.”
Meredith, who’s just switched her attention to her phone for the most part, repeats, “We’re missing the point.”
“Did you just stick up for me?” Alex asks, after a beat, locking eyes with her across the table.
Izzie’s on the defensive in seconds flat; sometimes she forgets that they’re not still married. “Accidentally.”
“Accidentally?”
“I forgot I still hate you.”
“Isn’t that cute,” Cristina mocks. “Do you have anything to substantiate that claim?”
“Shut up.”
“We’re missing the point.”