Just a little scene ficlet that can happen anywhere in the first half of season two. But before Cristina gave up her apartment, because that storyline makes this whole thing go wahooni-shaped. This has been more carefully thought out than the ones I've been writing lately, and therefore should have no annoying spelling issues.
Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy, nor do I own Terry Pratchett's wahooni.
"Wait for it. Wait for it. Hah! I win." Cristina flashed a triumphant smile at Meredith. Before the blonde began protesting, she waved her hand in the air. "I totally called it first. And besides, mine lasted longer."
"Fine." She continued walking.
"You're just jealous 'cause I'm winning today." She followed Meredith down the hall. "I am on a roll and nobody can stop me."
"Stop what?" George asked, appearing, as was his ability, out of nowhere to intrude awkwardly in conversations. Cristina rolled her eyes. George looked at the two. "Stop what?"
"We're playing a game," she said. "I'm winning."
George, unfortunately, asked.
"What game?" Cristina shifted audibly for a second.
"Meredith?"
"It's nothing, George."
"But she just said—"
"It's nothing, George." He stood there looking quite dejected.
"Okay then. It's nothing." Meredith let out a small smile.
"You did not just—"
"Oh, I most definitely call that one." Cristina opened her mouth to protest. "And...there. Hah! I'm winning now."
"That's not fair, we were talking to George!"
"What's not fair?" Izzie asked as they passed. They didn't say anything, but they did do the half snort-half laugh thing that people tend to do when they want to laugh, but can't actually do it, but still want to openly engage in the act. It's like a snigger, only with more sniffing. Anyone who has shot milk out of their nose because they laughed too hard is familiar with it. Alex stood beside her. "They've been doing that all day."
Izzie looked at him. "All I did was ask a question." Down the hall, Cristina and Meredith metaphorically blew out eyeballs in their attempts to smother their laughter.
"Women." He paused and looked back at her. "Excluding you, of course."
"Of course, Evil Spawn."
Yes, yes, there will be an explaination. All about The Game, which is goodly fun when you're a dork like me.
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