Sleeping With the Enemy
Chapter One: The Thing About Callie

Grey's Anatomy
George/Alex
George/Callie undertones
R

"Karev, you son of a bitch!" George seethed. "You fucking asshole, you fucking son of a fucking bitch!" George was angry. Really angry. His facial features were stony, fixed. He grabbed Alex by the throat, shoving him away from the bar. The crowd immediately around the two men went silent, watching them. George slammed Alex against the wall. "What the fuck, man?" George's hard face dropped a little. His grip loosened on Alex's throat. His tone softened just a little. "How could you?"

"I was doing you a favor," Alex wheezed, though he didn't try to break George's grasp.

"Fuck you!" George spat, retightening his hold. Alex choked, but still didn't stop George.

"Guys, break it up! Guys!" Joe yelled, rushing up to the two interns and pulling George away. "Damnit, George, what's the matter with you?"

"Ask this bastard," George gnarled, stumbling out of Joe's hold.

"George, you've gotta go. I hate to do it to you, man, but I can't have this tonight. Go on home," Joe said. He and Alex watched as George angrily snatched his jacket from the barstool he had previously been sitting at and slammed through the main entrance.

Alex rubbed his neck tenderly and took a drink of his beer.

Joe looked at him. "What the hell was that all about?"

Alex sighed before taking a long pull from the bottle. "I'm guessing he got a call from Callie."

George couldn't believe Alex Karev. Absolutely could not believe him. He jerked open the front door of the house, fiercely kicking his shoes off. Meredith, who was surprisingly not at Joe's that night, heard the commotion and stepped out of the kitchen.

She was holding a cup of coffee, but seeing the expression on George's face, she set it down and stepped up to him. "George, what's wrong?" She was truly concerned – she'd never seen George like this. Gently placing her hand on his bicep, she waited for an answer.

He yanked his arm from her hand. "Alex, that fuck."

"What about Alex? What'd he do?"

"I don't wanna talk about it," George breathed, and swept past his roommate, barging upstairs.

Meredith winced as she heard his door slam loudly. She took a deep breath and picked up her mug. She was just about to return to the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. Furrowing her brow, curious as to who'd be visiting this late, she glanced out the window. It was Alex. She raised her eyebrows and slowly opened the door. "Hello, Alex."

"Hey, Meredith. Is, uh... is O'Malley here?" Alex bit at the corner of his lip, rubbing his hands together in the algid air.

"Yeah, come in," she said, stepping back to allow him to escape the cold. He entered the foyer and Meredith closed the door behind him. He sniffed and glanced around. "So... what exactly happened tonight?" Meredith added softly.

"I don't... I'm not really sure that it's my place to say anything. It's got to do with O'Malley, and I don't want to piss him off even more by telling you."

"Alex, George came home more angry than I think I've ever seen him, and all he said was that you were why. If this is something serious, I need to know," Meredith frowned. She cupped her hands around the mug, bringing her arms in close to her chest.

Alex exhaled heavily. He adjusted his gaze from the floor to Meredith's eyes. "I slept with Callie."

"O'Malley, man, seriously," Alex said, gently rapping his knuckles on George's bedroom door. "Open up, let's talk about this."

"Go the fuck away," George yelled back.

Alex sighed, letting his hand drop away from the door. He hung his head down. "You should probably just leave him alone," a voice said from behind him. He turned around to find Izzie a few feet away from him, leaning against the wall.

"This is between me and him," Alex said. He turned back to George's door, knocking again.

"Really, Alex, how are you planning on making this situation any better?" She frowned.

"Izzie, please." Alex took another glance at her and she just shook her head, stepping back into her own bedroom. He sighed again, and moved his face closer to the wood. "O'Mal– George... please just give me a couple minutes to make this right."

George didn't answer this time, and Alex figured that he might as well admit defeat. He lifted his forehead from the doorframe and was just about to turn away when the door cracked open the slightest bit. "You can't fix something like this in two minutes," George said lightly.

"George... I just... can we just talk?"

Again, George didn't reply, but he stepped back with the door. He lifted a hand as if granting Alex access to his bedroom, and Alex accepted. George closed the door as Alex sat on his bed. It was silent for a moment, before George broke it. "So let's hear it."

Alex opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself. He tried again, and hoped he didn't make this worse. "I did it for you, George."

George, who was leaning against his dresser, jumped up, his eyes wild. "For me? What the fuck are you talking about, for me? How does that even–"

"No, no, I mean... um... look, Callie and I... had sex, yes. And it was a mistake. But a good mistake," Alex said, and saw the heat rise in George's face again, which caused him to speak faster, "a good mistake, because it proved that... Fuck, George. I told you she was fucking Sloane, and you didn't believe me. And I got drunk and things happened, and I slept with her. George, she's not the girl for you. You deserve better."

"You son of a bitch!" George said, and dove at Alex, pushing him hard into the bed. George attempted to punch him, but this time Alex defended himself and grabbed both of George's wrists.

George struggled for a few minutes, but Alex held tight onto his wrists and linked his feet around George's ankles to prevent being kicked. Finally, George gave, and breathing heavily from tussling, he glared at Alex.

"I did it for you," Alex repeated ever-so-softly, and let his eyes flutter closed as he raised his face to George's. Their lips connected slowly, slightly, but as suddenly as Alex had kissed him, George had pushed himself off.

"You fuck!" George yelled, clambering off the bed. He was still breathing heavily, and his expression was angrier than before. He ungracefully shoved his hair away from his eyes. He continued to stare at Alex until he finally got off the bed and left the room.

Alex turned back to say something, anything, but George slammed the bedroom door in his face.

Chapter two, soon...