Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any characters affiliated with it. This is just written for my own general amusement and no other purpose.
This is my mini-take on how THAT scene from the ABC new years promo might pan out. I warn you in advance though, writing comedy is where I'm most comfortable, so this is a step into the unknown for me...
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Some Things Don't Ever Fade Away
It was the little things that set him off and sent him far away to places where people couldn't reach him...
His head was a prison and no one had the key.
Most of the time he was able to keep the captive memories locked in tight but sometimes there were moments where the vapours of the spirits of long dead people slipped through the gaps in the bars and danced a macabre dance that filled all the corners of all his brain and impeded his ability to be.
He wanted to be again.
Normalcy was overrated but he wanted there to be a time sometime soon where he could walk down the street and not feel like the whole world could see the entire contents of his head.
Scotch was (never the answer) always the cure, and so knowing this he should not have come to her apartment.
Coming to her apartment was a massive mistake, he saw that now.
Hindsight wasn't worth jack though when he was standing fully clothed in her shower and she was looking at him in a state of what could only be described as stunned disbelief.
Understandable when some guy barges through your door, fidgets about for a few minutes and then climbs fully clothed into your shower –
Maybe he thought that being drenched in water would somehow make everything in his head fall away down the drain and cleanse him of all the images that kept him lying awake at night in a cold sweat.
"You're wearing shoes in my shower," she observes, because right now it's all she can do to even breathe seeing the pain etched starkly across his face. He looks lost and half dead and needy and inside she's so, so scared to have someone look at her like she knows all the answers when in reality she doesn't have a clue.
"People don't normally wear shoes in my shower," she continues dumbly. "People don't normally wear shoes in any shower."
She keeps to the mundane because at the moment it seems like the only thing she can't get wrong. She desperately wants to be the best person she can possibly be and fix it all for him because that's what he deserves.
But she's a doctor. She's a doctor and yet she knows that there is no cure for this. Afflictions of the heart are meant to be her special subject and yet she knows that this will never go away for him...
...He can't speak. It seems that he can only ever communicate to her in silences and gaping holes, falling so painfully short of what she deserves.
He's standing in her shower and has no idea where to go from here. His tie is choking him and he's terrified that she will run a mile the first chance she gets. He wouldn't blame her. He would do the same thing himself.
...Two small hands find themselves cupping his face, as if trying to absorb some of his pain....
Some things slice right through and lodge deep inside you.
Some things don't ever fade away.