Fic: Grey's Ficlet Roundup
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scurvyknaveryOriginally posted 20 June, 2006.
Two "drabbles" I got prompted to do today, that ended up at 400 words apiece, and I didn't want to post them as their own fics, because they're just one-offs I didn't put a lot of forethought into. Still.
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fox1013 wanted: George, penguin.
George is already on the couch when Izzie gets home, with a beer in his hand and another one open on the coffee table next to his feet. She grabs the beer - her beer - automatically, just like he shushes her automatically, and wriggles down until she's slouching into the sofa with her cheek touching his shoulder like she does every night.
"So," she says, around her first sip. "What're we watching?"
"Shhh." He puts his hand over her face until she giggles and shoves his arm away. "Animal Planet. It's, like, a documentary thing."
He notices her weird frowny face out of the corner of his eye, and ignores it on purpose. Tonight is his night to pick the channel. "Huh." A longer swig of her beer. "What's it about?"
"Penguins."
"Seriously, George?"
He sputters a little, and he kind of wishes he could stop doing that because it's not very graceful, but it makes Izzie smile. So that's okay. "Yes, seriously, it's a serious - would you just - it’s good, okay? Trust me."
There's a long silence while Izzie tries gamely to give cute penguins a chance, and they quietly sip their drinks, and it's comfortable. It's comfortable enough that George gets a little too involved in watching, and by the time he notices it's too late. All Izzie says is, "George?"
The "are you crying?" is implied.
George wipes his eyes with his sleeve, and tilts his beer toward the TV. "The baby penguin's mom got eaten by a seal. Before you came home."
"Oh," she says, like this is normal behaviour for a grown man who is also a doctor. "Okay."
And she leans into him a little, making a show of trying to get comfortable until he puts his arm around her so she can lean her head on his chest, so that it doesn't feel like a big deal that he's crying over fuzzy baby birds. And a little later in the evening, after the penguin family makes it through the winter alive and Izzie is almost falling asleep in his lap, he leans down to press his lips to the top of her head. If she were Meredith, this would be weird. But she's Izzie, which is like Meredith but better, so she smiles up at him, a little groggy, and threads her fingers through his.
Tonight is a good night.
lone_lilly:
Meredith/Addison, pre-smut
This is not the kind of relationship that starts with a dramatic epiphany, or passionate groping after too much tequila. It doesn't start after months of longing glances and surreptitious touches, because Meredith is not that girl and neither is Addison, and they both know that this is no more than what it is.
This is the kind of relationship that starts after Meredith finds out that Derek stole her panties at prom. Which is about twenty minutes before the entire hospital finds out that Dr. McDreamy stole Dr. Grey's panties at prom, because apparently nobody worries about sick people when there’s fresh gossip. And Meredith is hiding in the on-call room, because she can’t handle another stranger giving her that half-pitying, half-fascinated look as she passes.
It starts after Meredith takes a minute to lean against the door and breathe a little, because thinking about Derek and that night with Derek always makes her feel like she can't. After Meredith turns around to see Addison, standing next to the window and looking like she might be hiding too.
"Did you know?" she says, like she's asking about the weather.
"That he stole my panties, or that I had sex with him?"
There's a beat where Meredith takes a minute to realize what a stupid question that is. She ducks her head and pushes her hair behind her ear, suddenly shy. "No. I just – no."
And Addison looks so hurt and tired and beautiful, and Meredith finds herself desperately wishing she could take it all away. Because even though it's not her fault, it is her fault, and she wants to be the kind of person who fixes people instead of breaking them. And this is not a very good solution, but this is how Meredith deals with things she can’t control, so she grabs Addison’s wrist to pull her close, and kisses her.
But Addison gets it, because even though they’re not friends, they kind of understand each other. So her hands wrap themselves around Meredith’s waist, bring her closer instead of pushing her away. When they break for air, Meredith rests her wrists on Addison’s shoulders to play with the ends of her hair. And they both pretend not to notice the faraway look in each others’ eyes as Addison leads her to the bed.
This is not the kind of relationship that ends with “happily ever after.”
Two "drabbles" I got prompted to do today, that ended up at 400 words apiece, and I didn't want to post them as their own fics, because they're just one-offs I didn't put a lot of forethought into. Still.
fox1013 wanted: George, penguin.George is already on the couch when Izzie gets home, with a beer in his hand and another one open on the coffee table next to his feet. She grabs the beer - her beer - automatically, just like he shushes her automatically, and wriggles down until she's slouching into the sofa with her cheek touching his shoulder like she does every night.
"So," she says, around her first sip. "What're we watching?"
"Shhh." He puts his hand over her face until she giggles and shoves his arm away. "Animal Planet. It's, like, a documentary thing."
He notices her weird frowny face out of the corner of his eye, and ignores it on purpose. Tonight is his night to pick the channel. "Huh." A longer swig of her beer. "What's it about?"
"Penguins."
"Seriously, George?"
He sputters a little, and he kind of wishes he could stop doing that because it's not very graceful, but it makes Izzie smile. So that's okay. "Yes, seriously, it's a serious - would you just - it’s good, okay? Trust me."
There's a long silence while Izzie tries gamely to give cute penguins a chance, and they quietly sip their drinks, and it's comfortable. It's comfortable enough that George gets a little too involved in watching, and by the time he notices it's too late. All Izzie says is, "George?"
The "are you crying?" is implied.
George wipes his eyes with his sleeve, and tilts his beer toward the TV. "The baby penguin's mom got eaten by a seal. Before you came home."
"Oh," she says, like this is normal behaviour for a grown man who is also a doctor. "Okay."
And she leans into him a little, making a show of trying to get comfortable until he puts his arm around her so she can lean her head on his chest, so that it doesn't feel like a big deal that he's crying over fuzzy baby birds. And a little later in the evening, after the penguin family makes it through the winter alive and Izzie is almost falling asleep in his lap, he leans down to press his lips to the top of her head. If she were Meredith, this would be weird. But she's Izzie, which is like Meredith but better, so she smiles up at him, a little groggy, and threads her fingers through his.
Tonight is a good night.
lone_lilly:Meredith/Addison, pre-smut
This is not the kind of relationship that starts with a dramatic epiphany, or passionate groping after too much tequila. It doesn't start after months of longing glances and surreptitious touches, because Meredith is not that girl and neither is Addison, and they both know that this is no more than what it is.
This is the kind of relationship that starts after Meredith finds out that Derek stole her panties at prom. Which is about twenty minutes before the entire hospital finds out that Dr. McDreamy stole Dr. Grey's panties at prom, because apparently nobody worries about sick people when there’s fresh gossip. And Meredith is hiding in the on-call room, because she can’t handle another stranger giving her that half-pitying, half-fascinated look as she passes.
It starts after Meredith takes a minute to lean against the door and breathe a little, because thinking about Derek and that night with Derek always makes her feel like she can't. After Meredith turns around to see Addison, standing next to the window and looking like she might be hiding too.
"Did you know?" she says, like she's asking about the weather.
"That he stole my panties, or that I had sex with him?"
There's a beat where Meredith takes a minute to realize what a stupid question that is. She ducks her head and pushes her hair behind her ear, suddenly shy. "No. I just – no."
And Addison looks so hurt and tired and beautiful, and Meredith finds herself desperately wishing she could take it all away. Because even though it's not her fault, it is her fault, and she wants to be the kind of person who fixes people instead of breaking them. And this is not a very good solution, but this is how Meredith deals with things she can’t control, so she grabs Addison’s wrist to pull her close, and kisses her.
But Addison gets it, because even though they’re not friends, they kind of understand each other. So her hands wrap themselves around Meredith’s waist, bring her closer instead of pushing her away. When they break for air, Meredith rests her wrists on Addison’s shoulders to play with the ends of her hair. And they both pretend not to notice the faraway look in each others’ eyes as Addison leads her to the bed.
This is not the kind of relationship that ends with “happily ever after.”