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Pairing: Alex/OC
Genre: Romance/little bit Humour and Drama
Rating: T
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Chapter 1: Really Bad Day
Alex Karev was having a really bad day. His latest prank on good ole' Georgie had left his entire group of "friends" (if you could call them that) mad at him, and if that had been all, Alex wouldn't have been too worried. Yang and Grey would've been mad, but secretly amused; and Stevens would've frozen him out, but that would've left him with less opportunity to feel guilty over hurting poor Georgie's feelings. But the Nazi had just happened to be in the locker room when George opened his locker and the mountain of condom wrappers had come falling out. It was apparent that Bailey had no sense of humour and believed in bloody retribution, because she'd added an extra dozen patients on to his rotation.
Alex groaned internally, but showed no other emotion to the Nazi other than an arrogant sneer. Then he trudged down the hall, knowing the other four interns were probably smirking in a vindictive fashion. And he started on his pre-rounds with a brisk walk, checking EEGs, BPs and one over-simulated bladder. His pile of clipboards got smaller and smaller till Alex only had one patient left.
'Thank God,' Alex muttered under his breath.
He entered the room, looked up from a chart, and stopped dead.
A patient, his patient he assumed, wasn't wearing the hospital-issued gown. Instead she had replaced it with a tiny pink top that read "Good Girls Suck : Bad Girls Swallow" and pink flannel pjs. Her hair was long, wavy and mocha. It was then that Alex realized he was staring and he checked himself.
"Alika Brown? I'm Dr. Karev," he stammered. The woman opened her eyes and turned her head towards the door. It was then that Alex saw the vicious-looking scars that cut up and down her left arm. She looked him up and down with interest.
"So you're the frat boy Dr. Grey's fuming about," Alika said amusedly, adding in a stage whisper, "I thought you'd be taller."
"I thought you'd be more fully clothed, but hey, life's full of surprises," he shot back.
"You had no problem staring, so I'd say you think this is a good surprise," she replied archly. Alex went slightly bug-eyed.
"Just get on with your exam," she said, "I don't have time to deal misogynistic pigs at the moment." Alex glared at her than proceeded to read her chart aloud.
"Alika Brown, 23, Club Singer," Alex read her occupation with contempt in his voice, "You were admitted yesterday with complaints of chest and abdominal pains. Subsequent CTs revealed several tumours which have since proved to be non-malignant, though they are exerting force onto your internal organs." He looked up and sneered at his patient. "That means they're just a little boo-boo, Allie Cat."
"I know what non-malignant means, Cowboy," snapped Alika.
Alex rolled his eyes and stapled his best 'you're-pissing-me-off-but-I'll-be-gracious-and-let-it-go' smile on his face. He grabbed his patient's wrist and took her pulse.
"Only one state breeds people with that kind of smirk," observed Alika, knowing she was getting to him, "You must be from Iowa."
"Born and raised, babe," Alex said smoothly, all the while wishing he hadn't taken the Hippocratic Oath so he could strangle her, "with your confrontational bitchiness, I'd say you were from New York." He barely took a stab in the dark with that one, given her accent.
"Brooklyn, born and raised, babe," she echoed his last word contemptuously. Alex smirked at her reply, finished his exam quickly and headed out of the room, but not before Alika added her parting shot,
"By the way, you need a shower."
Granted, it wasn't the insult of the millennium, but Alex hadn't had the last word. He always had the last word. Alex paused in the doorway, and then stormed out, intent on finding something or someone to take out his anger on.