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scurvyknavery) wrote2009-10-10 06:45 pm
scurvyknavery) wrote2009-10-10 06:45 pm
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Fic: It's Not That She's Scared, She'd Just Rather Be Somewhere Else (GA, gen)
Originally posted 7 June, 2006.
Title: It's Not That She's Scared, She'd Just Rather Be Somewhere Else
Challenge: Motherf'ing Snakes!.
Rating: Ssss
Pairing: Ssss
Summary: There were snakes.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Meredith is a surgical intern. She's taught to be prepared for disturbing events, to be calm in a crisis. She is the person people turn to for guidance in a crisis, unless there's somebody calmer and more qualified in the vicinity, because she is only an intern. But at some point, there will be a crisis where she's alone, and she will be expected to be in control and in command. She should be working on developing an air of calm and poise. On channeling her inner monk. Or at least on not freaking out about what happened while she was up in the gallery watching an emergency foreign object removal. But to be fair, she's not entirely to blame.
"There were snakes."
"I know, Mere, I was there. You have to relax.."
"No, I don't. There were snakes. There were snakes in that guy's chest."
"So?"
"Do you need me to explain to you the concept of snakes?"
Cristina rolls her eyes and stares at Meredith like she's never seen her before, which is a little unfair of her. "How are you totally fine with a guy coming in with live ammunition in his chest, and not this?"
"Because there were snakes."
"So? They're gone now."
"What happened to them?"
"They just. . .I don't know, slithered. Away."
"You let the snakes escape?"
"Do I look like some kind of dangerous animal wrangler? I'm a doctor. I don't do snakes."
"Yeah, because they freak you out too. Admit it."
Cristina gives her a look like she realizes she's not getting anywhere with this. "Okay, Crazy Girl. I'm going to be over there practicing medicine. But hey, if you see my friend Meredith, tell her I'm looking for her."
"You're hilarious."
Cristina smiles back. She knows that.
+++
The rest of her day is stressful, because she's a surgical intern and that's always stressful. But also because she can't stop fretting about the fact that the OR she's standing in contained snakes in the very recent past. Snakes, goddammit, and nobody seems to care. Nobody seems at all concerned that there are, theoretically, tens of deadly snakes snaking their way - because when Meredith gets anxious, she puns - through the hospital, waiting to just pop out and be creepy and slithery with little to no regard for patient well-being.
And it's after surgery, which she barely remembers because she spent the entire time fretting about snakes, and Derek is walking towards her like he's looking forward to flirting with her. Which she doesn't need, because they both know she's not his friend. But he's already made eye contact, and she knows that once he's done that, there is no escape. Sometimes, Meredith kind of hates her life. "Go away, Derek."
"Well, that's a little rude of you. I was just coming over to say hello to my friend."
"Well, as my friend, you should understand when I tell you to go away."
"Did you hear about the guy down on 3rd? Rumor is, there were snakes."
"Can we not talk about the snakes?"
"Why, don't you like snakes? I love snakes."
"Are you making fun of me?" He puts on his best innocent face, which isn't fooling anybody, and smiles at her. "You are making fun of me." And then. Then, he has the audacity to look offended, and it's charming and dreamy but also so aggravating she wants to smack that playful faux-hurt right off his face. "I hope a snake eats your brain."
"That's not a very friendly thing to say, you know. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were mad at me." She can hear him as she walks away, and the way she knows he looks behind her, all flirtatious and cheerful, almost makes her go back and kiss him. Which is one of many things about today that is just not fair. Because Derek is not her friend, and he keeps talking to her and looking at her, and there were snakes. There were snakes, and nobody is caring, and something about that just seems. . .off. Snakes should be important.
++
She barely makes it to Joe's that night. The look on her face must be pretty close to the way she feels, because Izzie's ordered an extra glass of wine before she even sits down, and she doesn't even blink when Meredith finishes it in a single gulp. She just smiles, sips her own drink and looks way too smug about the fact that she had the day off. "Rough day."
Meredith can only nod. "There were snakes."
"Seriously? Like, snake-snakes?"
"What do you mean, 'snake-snakes?' What other kind of snakes would they be?"
Izzie shrugs. "I thought it might be a metaphor."
"I wish it was a metaphor."
And it's a measure of how much they've been through in the past year that Izzie can accept that with a nod. There were snakes.
Title: It's Not That She's Scared, She'd Just Rather Be Somewhere Else
Challenge: Motherf'ing Snakes!.
Rating: Ssss
Pairing: Ssss
Summary: There were snakes.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Meredith is a surgical intern. She's taught to be prepared for disturbing events, to be calm in a crisis. She is the person people turn to for guidance in a crisis, unless there's somebody calmer and more qualified in the vicinity, because she is only an intern. But at some point, there will be a crisis where she's alone, and she will be expected to be in control and in command. She should be working on developing an air of calm and poise. On channeling her inner monk. Or at least on not freaking out about what happened while she was up in the gallery watching an emergency foreign object removal. But to be fair, she's not entirely to blame.
"There were snakes."
"I know, Mere, I was there. You have to relax.."
"No, I don't. There were snakes. There were snakes in that guy's chest."
"So?"
"Do you need me to explain to you the concept of snakes?"
Cristina rolls her eyes and stares at Meredith like she's never seen her before, which is a little unfair of her. "How are you totally fine with a guy coming in with live ammunition in his chest, and not this?"
"Because there were snakes."
"So? They're gone now."
"What happened to them?"
"They just. . .I don't know, slithered. Away."
"You let the snakes escape?"
"Do I look like some kind of dangerous animal wrangler? I'm a doctor. I don't do snakes."
"Yeah, because they freak you out too. Admit it."
Cristina gives her a look like she realizes she's not getting anywhere with this. "Okay, Crazy Girl. I'm going to be over there practicing medicine. But hey, if you see my friend Meredith, tell her I'm looking for her."
"You're hilarious."
Cristina smiles back. She knows that.
+++
The rest of her day is stressful, because she's a surgical intern and that's always stressful. But also because she can't stop fretting about the fact that the OR she's standing in contained snakes in the very recent past. Snakes, goddammit, and nobody seems to care. Nobody seems at all concerned that there are, theoretically, tens of deadly snakes snaking their way - because when Meredith gets anxious, she puns - through the hospital, waiting to just pop out and be creepy and slithery with little to no regard for patient well-being.
And it's after surgery, which she barely remembers because she spent the entire time fretting about snakes, and Derek is walking towards her like he's looking forward to flirting with her. Which she doesn't need, because they both know she's not his friend. But he's already made eye contact, and she knows that once he's done that, there is no escape. Sometimes, Meredith kind of hates her life. "Go away, Derek."
"Well, that's a little rude of you. I was just coming over to say hello to my friend."
"Well, as my friend, you should understand when I tell you to go away."
"Did you hear about the guy down on 3rd? Rumor is, there were snakes."
"Can we not talk about the snakes?"
"Why, don't you like snakes? I love snakes."
"Are you making fun of me?" He puts on his best innocent face, which isn't fooling anybody, and smiles at her. "You are making fun of me." And then. Then, he has the audacity to look offended, and it's charming and dreamy but also so aggravating she wants to smack that playful faux-hurt right off his face. "I hope a snake eats your brain."
"That's not a very friendly thing to say, you know. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were mad at me." She can hear him as she walks away, and the way she knows he looks behind her, all flirtatious and cheerful, almost makes her go back and kiss him. Which is one of many things about today that is just not fair. Because Derek is not her friend, and he keeps talking to her and looking at her, and there were snakes. There were snakes, and nobody is caring, and something about that just seems. . .off. Snakes should be important.
++
She barely makes it to Joe's that night. The look on her face must be pretty close to the way she feels, because Izzie's ordered an extra glass of wine before she even sits down, and she doesn't even blink when Meredith finishes it in a single gulp. She just smiles, sips her own drink and looks way too smug about the fact that she had the day off. "Rough day."
Meredith can only nod. "There were snakes."
"Seriously? Like, snake-snakes?"
"What do you mean, 'snake-snakes?' What other kind of snakes would they be?"
Izzie shrugs. "I thought it might be a metaphor."
"I wish it was a metaphor."
And it's a measure of how much they've been through in the past year that Izzie can accept that with a nod. There were snakes.
Awe
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