title: Curtain 3
fandom: Grey's Anatomy (with a touch of Popular and Wicked)
codes: George, the color green and saviours in odd shapes. 459 words
summary: George was sick and tired of always getting the crap cases.
notes: for fox1013's Slightly More than 24 Hours (Literal) Crack Crossover Challenge. my challenge was Nicole from Popular, Elphaba from Wicked, and George from Grey's Anatomy. Amy clearly loves me. love and porn go to Jo for the quick research and beta.
George looked down at the chart in his hand and groaned. He was sick and tired of always getting the crap cases. Meredith and Cristina were assisting Doctor Burke with a pneumonectomy. Izzie and Alex had a crazy epileptic chick who, according to Alex, had green skin. So of course he was stuck with a boring kneecap replacement.
"Miss Julian, I'm Doctor O'Ma..." He pushed through the door, his eyes still on the chart, and introduced himself.
"Close the curtain, would you, nurse? I don't care what that freak of nature has, but I sure as hell don't want to get it if it's catching." Her words cut him off and drew his attention upwards, first to her scowling face, and then to the woman in the bed next to her. He caught himself just before he flinched and sucked in a breath of air. Alex hadn't been lying - she really was green.
He nodded politely at the other woman, who was happily ignoring them, before gripping the curtain and tugging it behind him as he turned back to his patient. He plastered on a smile and tried again, "I'm Doctor O'Malley and I'll be in charge of getting you ready for surgery." He extended his hand in greeting. She ignored him.
"How nice." Her words were laced with sarcasm. He dropped his hand onto the bed railing and let his fingers tighten around the cold metal. "Do you think we could get a move on? I've got better things to do than sit on 100 count sheets all day."
George sucked in another deep breath to steady himself and snapped on a pair of gloves. "Sure. Let me just take a look at your knee and I'll get things rolling." He pushed back her gown and let his fingers slide over her leg. A nurse had already cleansed the area, and two old scars stood out under the Bactine.
"Hey. Watch the hands, Doogie Howser." She swatted at George and he quickly pulled his hands away, doing his best not to cross them protectively. She laughed, all haughty and sure of herself. "Guy like you has to work to get a taste of me."
He wasn't sure how to react to that, so he just stood there and tried not to look too stupid. He was about to try and get things on the right course again when the door pushed open and her eyes brightened.
"Now you can give me a pelvic any time you want." George didn't need to turn around to know who she was talking to - the scent of cologne and testosterone announced Alex' presence well enough. He did turn, though, doing his best not to smile. For once he was actually happy to see the asshole.
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