Two 150 word drabbles written for a fic meme on livejournal:
Exploring a scene in episode 6.19
This is the way that I say I love you
He hasn't been this close to her in weeks. She looks up at him like he's a human being (maybe even one she respects) and asks his advice: How do you learn to toughen up? To not care?
It does something warm to his carefully strengthened heart, makes him want to be the good guy for her he's slowly recognizing as himself. I'm still learning, he tells her. To not care about patients dying. (To not care about her.)
As he walks away, he almost wants to tell her he's also learning to care. About himself, in ways he never knew were possible before her. When she looked at him and touched him, he mattered, and that stayed with him.
It's ironic (and exquisitely painful, and kind of affirming, like it meant something) that she's asking his advice. Pretty much everything he's learned that's worth a damn started with her.
For the prompt "dirty secret flirting," set Season 5 (Anything that should be rated higher than K+ here is merely implied!)
In which Lexie tries to eat a hot dog and stay angry . . .
She's eating a hot dog. She's just sitting at the nurses' station, eating a hot dog, minding her own business, by herself and pissed as hell at him.
He won't tell Derek about her. They're in a relationship. They just spent six weeks without sex and what's that if it's not a relationship?
She takes a huge, angry bite of her lunch, filling her mouth too full and, of course, he appears then, like a flirt-seeking missile!
"Dr. Grey." He smirks meaningfully at the sausage poised in her hand.
"No!" she protests, indistinct around a mouthful of bread. "You're not . . . we're not . . . it's not . . ." She swallows hard. "It's a hot dog! Not dirty, not secret, not anything that's going through your mind!"
"If you say so," he drawls, then winks and walks away.
(She waits until he's gone before she smiles.)
