This story takes place after The Intern in Season 2, same AU. I don't claim to own Grey's Anatomy or any of its characters. This fanfiction is written for fun only, not for profit.
The Race
Chapter 1: The Challenge
"Oh, yeah?" asked Meredith with slitty eyes. Alex Karev was dancing on her absolute last nerve! She pushed the sleeves of her long-sleeved undershirt up, and straightened her scrub top over her scrub pants.
"Yeah!" Alex couldn't resist taunting Mer. She was a patsy for it.
"I am not a wimp! Take it back! Are you going to take it back?" Meredith growled. She watched Alex throw off his sweatshirt and pull on his scrubs.
George and Izzie had never heard that tone from their usually soft voiced house mate. They exchanged wary glances as they dressed for work.
"No way! You're tiny. You're a ninety pound weakling. You're a girly girl. Face it. You're not tough. And you never will be!" Karev gloated and laughed.
She took a slug at his shoulder with a pint-sized fist. He held her at arm's length with a hand on her head. Her fist hit nothing but air. She jerked away as he snickered at her again.
"Yeah, well, are you willing to put your pride where your big mouth is, Godzilla?" Meredith flared at the man who was usually a good friend.
Cristina's attention was caught. Wow, Mer really was in a snit! Cristina evaluated Evil Spawn through narrow eyes. Then she looked at Mer. Evil Spawn was definitely underestimating Meredith's competitiveness.
"What do you have in mind, teeny meanie?" Alex grinned at her, charmed by her hot green eyes and the steam coming out her ears. He'd been bored and poking at her all week, until she finally blew.
"A race! A bet! I bet I could win a race from the Hancock Street bridge to Seattle Grace Surgical Wing entrance against you, Gargantua, Tuesday morning before work!" She panted recklessly, determined to take the bigmouth down a peg. She definitely wasn't charmed by him!
"No way! I could whip you with one hand tied behind my back! I work out every day. I run three days a week." Alex knew he'd kill her.
"Oh, yeah? Then you agree to a handicap! I want a quarter mile." She pounced, her green eyes flashing.
"What! ...," Alex stuttered, starting to get that she was serious.
"You can't back out now, Karev," said Yang sardonically, "Meredith, what does the winner get?"
"If I win, you are my slave for one month, Alex, and you keep your big mouth shut! The details to be determined later," Meredith stated firmly, a rabid glint in her eye.
"So what if I win, Genie Eyes, do I get my fondest dream for a month?" he raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down with dirt in his eyes.
"Hey, no sex, Alex!" protested Izzie.
"You pervert!" was George's two cents.
"My fondest dream is to have a free pass on all rectals, vaginals, and enemas for a month! You're the pervert, O'Malley." Karev sneered, "Plus Miss Teensy Weensy here writes up all my post-ops."
"Well, I don't want you anywhere near my post-ops because your writing sucks! But you can certainly take all the rectals and enemas, Proctology Pete!" Meredith was done, "I'll meet you at the bridge Tuesday, four o'clock a.m., Goliath, no holds barred."
"As for the rest of you, no gossip! This is between Gilgamesh and me! I mean it!" She jammed her pockets and waistband full, and slammed her locker door in emphasis.