fic: [grey's] we've got no chance of recovery {alex/lexie}

[slybrunette]

Title: We've Got No Chance Of Recovery
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex/Lexie, Jackson/Lexie, slight Alex/Meredith.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,044
Author's Note: For rorylie who wanted 'Five Times Alex and Lexie kissed'. This is a very rough interpretation of that prompt and got too long to fit in a comment. My apologies if this sucks; my

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[magisterequitum]

“Try again, Little Grey,” and there’s no other way to describe his smug smile but cruel.

and

“She’s cheating,” and she can’t even get the words out without thinking so what?. Derek turned into her brother-in-law and moved out all in the span of the same month; there’s nothing sacred about that.

“It’s a fucking piece of paper.”

(And it always is, whether it’s a post it or a marriage license. Something you can tear right through if you aren’t careful.)

are my favorite parts of this because in those few sentences you manage to tell so much. There's pain and intent and purpose and a feeling of finality in those two parts. And the opening of the beginning of the last section, guh, that just hits so hard.

Basically, THIS IS AMAZING. ♥

[slybrunette]

I almost threw that first line out so I'm so glad you picked that one as something you liked. I wasn't sure how it would play and this made me feel a lot better about it.

Thank you so much bb! I'm glad you enjoyed this!

[rorylie]

God I love this.

[slybrunette]

Yay! I'm so glad to hear it! Thanks hun!

[rorylie]

You're like perfection.

[slybrunette]

Aw, you give me far too much credit m'dear, but thank you!

[citron_presse]

Lexie has come to let these men define her.

With Mark she was the child and with Jackson she is the good girl and with Alex she is the whore.

She should flinch at her own word choice; she might be finally past that. They might be finally past pretending to be anything but what they are. Alex is a bad man, who hit rock bottom and lost interest on the climb back up, and she is the kind of woman who kisses men like that in hallways and stairwells and churches, the kind of woman who marries a man who is willfully ignorant to his own detriment because he might really love her that much, and there’s something so tragic and awful about that.

Her mother would be disappointed in her.

Her mother is dead. Her father tried to follow.

So it goes.

(She’s more like Meredith than anyone ever deserved to be, as it turns out.)

Really long quote - but I just thought, from start to finish, this was a really beautiful and great passage of writing.

Fantastic fic, and very insightful into the layers of these characters.

[slybrunette]

Aw thank you so much hun! I actually love when people quote stuff back to me, since it gives me an idea of what really worked, and that was a section where I messed around with the wording a whole lot before it came together. I'm so glad to hear it worked and that you enjoyed it :D

[crickets]

This is really gorgeous, Steph. Filled with lots of really great moments and observations. Like this:

Some days, she wakes up happy.

She never seems to go to bed that way.

[slybrunette]

Aw thanks hun! I'm glad you thought so :)

[javiera]

What I loved the most is that, as fucked up everything you tell of this relationship and the characters individually at this point (which is, SO incredibly fucked up!), it's nothing compared with what's to come for everyone involved after the last two sentences. Like, serious new levels of fucked up!!

I should feel bad for Lexie AND Alex AND Jackson, hell, even Meredith, but I enjoyed the twisted-ness of it all way too much <3

[slybrunette]

Yeah, fucked up is a very good way of putting it, lol. What can I say, I enjoy putting characters through the wringer.

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing!