Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

anoel organized ga_santa. I was assigned suhra, who requested something "really grammatically sound" and angst-worthy, with any pairing. I think this fits the bill.

Title: You Do Drink Me
Author: voleuse
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairings: Various
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Calling out, I am, I am, I am all night long.
Notes: Set after 2.12

i. my shows off

Burke makes her dinner, because apparently he does things like that.

When Cristina steps into his apartment, there's fresh bread and spinach salad and ravioli on the table. There are candles and place settings and a bottle of wine, cooling over ice.

He smiles at her from the stove, and she thinks she can smell veal baking.

She just worked a fifteen-hour shift. Her feet hurt and she wants to take a shower. She wants to pile all the food in a bowl, slide into bed, and watch something stupid on TV.

But Burke, Preston, is smiling. He's remote and he's proud and he's happy to see her.

She dumps her boots in the corner, drops her scarf and coat and knapsack on top of them.

She ties back her hair and girds herself for polite conversation.

He plates the veal and sets it on the table. She kisses him briefly, and remembers to say thank you.

ii. all ten stages, root by root

Doctor Webber calls Bailey in when she walks past his office.

She steps inside, decides he's trying to be concerned. "What?"

He rolls his eyes. "Good afternoon to you, Doctor Bailey."

She crosses her arms. "What?"

"I was wondering..." Webber clears his throat, and leans forward in his seat. "I was wondering how you're doing. With the baby."

"Fine," she responds. "Textbook and fine. Was there something else?"

"Yes, actually," he says. "I was wondering when you plan to take time off." He scowls. "Or were you planning to allow one of our interns the privilege of delivering your child?"

"Hell, no." She laughs. "I'll work as long as I think I can. No more, no less."

Webber raises his eyebrows.

She frowns. "You don't believe me?" She lends the statement a hint of menace with her smile.

He holds up his hands, leans back. "Of course I do."

"All right, then." She turns and walks out, but pauses in the doorway. "And do not even think of throwing me a party."

She exits to the sound of his sputtering.

iii. two children let out

Addison's reviewing a file for a consult, quadruplets in Belgium, and cardiovascular complications. She wonders if she'd be able to fly out there, just for a few days.

When she reaches for her coffee, she finds it cold, and she drums on the lid of her cup with her fingertips.

Another cup appears in front of her, steam drifting from it, and she looks up, startled.

Derek smiles at her, that absent grin she's hated, loved, and resented since she met him.

"Richard said you were working on a case." He sits in the chair by her desk, sips his own coffee. "I thought you might need that."

"Yes, thank you." She picks up the cup with both hands, holds it until her skin feels like it's burning. "Are you free this evening? I thought we might have dinner."

He shifts in his seat, looks away and out the door. "Maybe. I have a patient--"

She sighs. "Derek, can't we just--"

"Tell me about your case," he interrupts, and his smile this time is the perfect shade of charming.

Addison grits her teeth, and considers calling him out.

But she's tired, and she thinks, Maybe tomorrow.

iv. spirited and wild

After rounds, Meredith runs into Alex at the bar, and they're both alone. In silent consensus, they slide into a booth together, and Joe sends two beers over to them, each.

They drink, and Meredith rests her head against the back of the bench. She gestures for two more, and when Joe brings them over, he lifts his eyebrows.

"Cab," she says. "I promise." Off Joe's look, she sighs. "Promise," she emphasizes. "Now keep them coming."

It's two more rounds of silence, and finally Alex coughs, leans forward.


"I'm not going to sleep with you, Alex," Meredith says, weary. "There's a code. Or something."

"I wasn't--I didn't--" Alex frowns at her. "God, Meredith."

She looks at him carefully, and decides he's being serious. "Sorry," she tells him.

He stares at her a moment, then shrugs. "Whatever."

She spins her glass, and hopes another is on its way.

"Should have ordered tequila," she mutters.

Alex nods, and says, "Yeah."

v. calling her secrets

Scones are the order of the evening.

Izzie's busy dividing the dough into three bowls when George shuffles in. He scrubs a hand through his hair, pokes at the bowl on the far right.

She smacks his hand away. "That one's cranberry."

"I'm...sorry?" George blinks.

"That bowl gets cranberries." She aligns the three bowls again, makes sure the dough is divided in equal amounts. "The middle one is chocolate chips, and the one on the left is blueberry."

George nods. "Okay." He drags over a chair, curls into it and watches her.

She beats in the last ingredients, folds the dough into neat triangles in the pans. The oven is already hot, so she counts off the pans in triads, and decides to bake the blueberry scones first.

When the first pan is finally in the oven, she leans her forehead against the closed door and breathes in.

"Izzie?" George comes over to where she's crouched and puts a hand on her shoulder. "Hey."

She looks up at him, and worry flickers over his face. He kneels beside her, and she settles on the kitchen floor, her right hand wrapped around the oven handle.

She leans into him, rests her head on his shoulder, and his arm is awkward as it curves around her.

"I hate being lonely," she mutters against his T-shirt.

She half-hopes he didn't hear her, but then he says, "Yeah. Me, too."

She nestles closer to him, and together, they wait for the timer to go off.

vi. there is no one else but us

Meredith wakes up when Cristina lands on the bed next to her.

"There are scones on the kitchen table," Cristina announces. "And a bundt cake. You people make me sick."

Meredith groans and pulls the comforter over her head. It's only twenty seconds before Cristina burrows in after her.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" she grumbles against her pillow.

"Me?" Cristina kicks her in the shin. Maybe by accident. "I'm surprised I fit. No orgy last night?"

"Ha." Meredith rolls over, sits up. "You're off today?"

"And so are you." Cristina grins. "Burke's doing a quadruple bypass at ten. Want to go watch?"

Meredith swings out of bed, shields her eyes from the sun. "Yeah, sure."

"Good." Cristina bounces up, tugs on the hem of her shirt. "I'll go make the popcorn."

Meredith waves her hand, and digs through her closet for a sweater.


A/N: Title, summary, and headings adapted from Anne Sexton's Barefoot.

Crossposted to ga_santa and linked here.


( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 1st, 2006 04:24 am (UTC)
I loved this. The George/Izzie scene was beautiful. The Alex/Merideth scene felt real, a little uncomfortable but completely honest. All of it was pitch perfect. I hope you write more grey's fic in the future--it's too hard to find quality fic like this.
Jan. 5th, 2006 11:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Jan. 1st, 2006 05:12 am (UTC)
That's totally cute. I love it.
Jan. 5th, 2006 11:35 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Jan. 1st, 2006 06:12 am (UTC)
I love these.
they just feel right
Jan. 5th, 2006 11:36 pm (UTC)
Jan. 1st, 2006 03:10 pm (UTC)
Each one of these glimpses is lovely and bitter sweet. I really like the empty space in the story. The sparse sentences really emphasize to the space between everyone. Very nice.
Jan. 1st, 2006 08:56 pm (UTC)
I echo a previous post. It is hard to find quality fics from Grey's -- the fandom being so young. Each little shot was just perfect. It didn't leave me hanging for more, but rather capped off very nicely.

You should def. write more, and I don't care which couples either, you seem to have develop an intuition for each character that I love when it comes to fanfic writing.
Jan. 5th, 2006 11:38 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you so much!
Jan. 5th, 2006 11:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!
Jan. 18th, 2006 10:49 pm (UTC)
Wow, you rock. This is so awesome and right, it's practically an episode.
Mar. 1st, 2006 11:05 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks!
Mar. 5th, 2006 08:34 am (UTC)
I loved the mood of this fic-- very subtle and beautiful. I saved it as a memory!
Mar. 6th, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)
I'm honored. *g* Thank you!
Mar. 25th, 2006 02:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. That was really nicely done. Sparse and spare with just enough sharp detail to make it so very real. Excellent work.
Apr. 11th, 2006 05:20 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it.
May. 31st, 2006 04:01 am (UTC)
Oh, oh! You're so good at Grey's stuff. So bittersweet and in character and kind of better than the actual show. I'm going a little nutty here, I've got, like 14, of your fics open to read. I'll try not to seem like a crazy stalker.
Jun. 2nd, 2006 06:49 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thank you! And thanks for all the feedback--it really brightened my day.
Jun. 7th, 2006 10:31 am (UTC)
That's so beautiful and heartbreaking and just about perfect. Awwww.
Jun. 14th, 2006 01:25 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!
( 20 comments — Leave a comment )

Latest Month

November 2018


Powered by LiveJournal.com
Designed by Kenn Wislander