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scurvyknavery) wrote2009-10-10 07:51 pm
Fic: Derek Shepherd Singlehandedly Proves That the Alien Invaders are Definitely Human
Originally posted 5 January, 2007.
Title: Derek Shepherd Singlehandedly Proves That the Alien Invaders are Definitely Human
Fandom: Crossover, Grey's Anatomy/Battlestar Galactica
Challenge: Written for the ficlet tag prompt: BSG/Grey's Anatomy, Lee Adama and Derek Shepherd, women.
Word Count: 640
Pairing: Gen. Canon pairings up to the most current episodes implied.
Rating: PG
Summary: All Derek ever really wanted was a nice, simple life.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
All Derek ever really wanted was a nice, simple life. He wanted to graduate from med school, find a good residency placement at a hospital with a reasonable reputation, meet a nice girl, and spend evenings home with her after a long day of complicated brain surgery. Maybe they'd have kids. He'd never really thought that was all that much to ask, either. Lots of people wanted things like that, so Derek figured it probably wasn't unreasonable to expect that he'd have it too.
Except, instead of the nice girl and the home and the quiet, orderly surgical practice, Derek got Addison. And a slutty best friend who didn't mind sleeping with Addison. And Seattle Grace hospital, which came with Meredith, and Meredith's roommates, and a dog that got cancer, because apparently he couldn't even have a dog without something going horribly wrong.
So it figured that on the day when dozens of spaceships suddenly burst into the atmosphere and people - honest to god people - start pouring out, he would be the only neurosurgeon on call. And it figured that when he got the page telling him that one of the aliens - space people - whatever - needed a surgical consult, it would be right in the middle of trying to have some decent sex in the on-call room with Meredith. Because Derek just had that kind of life.
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"Hello, mister. . ." He looks down at the chart, which doesn't have anything on it but a name, and back up at the man with an impressive bruise blooming on his temple. "Adama."
"Lee."
"Lee. I'm Doctor Shepherd, I'm just going to take a quick look at your head to make sure there hasn't been any sort of permanent damage."
He rolls his eyes and sits up, patiently letting Derek check his pupils. "I keep telling you people, I'm fine."
Derek rolls his eyes right back, because it's always the "fine" ones that end up bursting an aneurysm and making him work overtime. Lee catches it, though, and scowls a little. "We do have our own doctors, you know."
He's about to say something along the lines of "I'm sure you do," or "what's medicine like in space?" when Meredith walks in and nods at him. "Doctor Grey."
"Doctor Shepherd," she says.
He loves the way she's trying not look like he just had his hands under her scrubs (it's barely working), and the way she blushes when he winks at her over Lee's bed. "Doctor Bailey wanted me to tell you there's a patient that might interest you in OR1, when you're finished here."
Derek feels a little thrill up his spine, because when Bailey thinks he'd be interested, it usually ends up being someone with nails in their head or a pole through someone's spine. And he could really use a surgery like that today.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Lee asks. And the guy's just trying to make conversation, so Derek gets ready to shake his head and politely refuse to explain, except that there's something about him.
So Derek half-nods, half-shrugs, trying keep his eyes on Lee instead of the sway of Meredith's hips as she walks away. "That's my former ex-mistress, who only just let me start sleeping with her again after I broke her heart when I left her for my wife."
There's something in Lee's eyes that looks like he actually understands, and he matches Derek's rueful smile. "Well, my former best friend and current mistress refuses to divorce her husband, even though she barely speaks to him, and refuses to let me tell my wife that she's my mistress. Which I think makes me her mistress, actually."
Derek drags a hand through his hair and sighs. "So women aren't easier to deal with on other planets?" he says, trying not to sound like he was hoping they would be.
"Sorry, man."
Derek can only shrug, and finish examining him. "It figures."
Title: Derek Shepherd Singlehandedly Proves That the Alien Invaders are Definitely Human
Fandom: Crossover, Grey's Anatomy/Battlestar Galactica
Challenge: Written for the ficlet tag prompt: BSG/Grey's Anatomy, Lee Adama and Derek Shepherd, women.
Word Count: 640
Pairing: Gen. Canon pairings up to the most current episodes implied.
Rating: PG
Summary: All Derek ever really wanted was a nice, simple life.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
All Derek ever really wanted was a nice, simple life. He wanted to graduate from med school, find a good residency placement at a hospital with a reasonable reputation, meet a nice girl, and spend evenings home with her after a long day of complicated brain surgery. Maybe they'd have kids. He'd never really thought that was all that much to ask, either. Lots of people wanted things like that, so Derek figured it probably wasn't unreasonable to expect that he'd have it too.
Except, instead of the nice girl and the home and the quiet, orderly surgical practice, Derek got Addison. And a slutty best friend who didn't mind sleeping with Addison. And Seattle Grace hospital, which came with Meredith, and Meredith's roommates, and a dog that got cancer, because apparently he couldn't even have a dog without something going horribly wrong.
So it figured that on the day when dozens of spaceships suddenly burst into the atmosphere and people - honest to god people - start pouring out, he would be the only neurosurgeon on call. And it figured that when he got the page telling him that one of the aliens - space people - whatever - needed a surgical consult, it would be right in the middle of trying to have some decent sex in the on-call room with Meredith. Because Derek just had that kind of life.
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"Hello, mister. . ." He looks down at the chart, which doesn't have anything on it but a name, and back up at the man with an impressive bruise blooming on his temple. "Adama."
"Lee."
"Lee. I'm Doctor Shepherd, I'm just going to take a quick look at your head to make sure there hasn't been any sort of permanent damage."
He rolls his eyes and sits up, patiently letting Derek check his pupils. "I keep telling you people, I'm fine."
Derek rolls his eyes right back, because it's always the "fine" ones that end up bursting an aneurysm and making him work overtime. Lee catches it, though, and scowls a little. "We do have our own doctors, you know."
He's about to say something along the lines of "I'm sure you do," or "what's medicine like in space?" when Meredith walks in and nods at him. "Doctor Grey."
"Doctor Shepherd," she says.
He loves the way she's trying not look like he just had his hands under her scrubs (it's barely working), and the way she blushes when he winks at her over Lee's bed. "Doctor Bailey wanted me to tell you there's a patient that might interest you in OR1, when you're finished here."
Derek feels a little thrill up his spine, because when Bailey thinks he'd be interested, it usually ends up being someone with nails in their head or a pole through someone's spine. And he could really use a surgery like that today.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Lee asks. And the guy's just trying to make conversation, so Derek gets ready to shake his head and politely refuse to explain, except that there's something about him.
So Derek half-nods, half-shrugs, trying keep his eyes on Lee instead of the sway of Meredith's hips as she walks away. "That's my former ex-mistress, who only just let me start sleeping with her again after I broke her heart when I left her for my wife."
There's something in Lee's eyes that looks like he actually understands, and he matches Derek's rueful smile. "Well, my former best friend and current mistress refuses to divorce her husband, even though she barely speaks to him, and refuses to let me tell my wife that she's my mistress. Which I think makes me her mistress, actually."
Derek drags a hand through his hair and sighs. "So women aren't easier to deal with on other planets?" he says, trying not to sound like he was hoping they would be.
"Sorry, man."
Derek can only shrug, and finish examining him. "It figures."