A/N: This story will change POV's with each chapter. This is so you can know a little about the character's background and pick your favorites, plus get to see certain situations from different POV's. Enjoy :)

Oh and none of these character's/universe' belong to me. I merely have the pleasure of writing about them for fun.

Alex grunted as someone threw a t-shirt at him.

He blinked rapidly, shielding his eyes from the morning sun to see a half-naked woman buttoning up her shirt. He smirked, remembering meeting this woman at the bar, taking mere minutes of suggestive whispering before she agreed to come home with him. He squinted as he tried to remember her name. Amanda? Alice? Ava? Something like that.

"Where do you think you're going?" Alex asked, still smirking.

She turned quickly, flashing him a grin before pulling her skirt up over her hips. Alex mentally high fived himself, she was hot.

"Some of us have to work. And I want to get in before the reaping finishes to avoid the crowds," she replied.

Alex reached over, pulling her back onto the bed. She giggled as he crawled on top of her before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. After a few minutes, she pulled away from his lips.

"Alex, I'm serious I have work."

"There's some work here that needs attending too as well," he replied, glancing down suggestively at his pants.

She shook her head and pushed him off before standing up to find her shoes. Alex sighed heavily. She obviously wasn't interested anymore so he didn't care if she left.

"You skipping the reaping as well then?"

The girl (Amelia?) froze as she zipped up her boots. She turned slowly towards him, frowning.

"I'm 28. You told me you were 26."

"Give or take eight years," Alex shrugged.

"Oh my God!" The girl finished zipping up her boot and strode towards the door. "You should be at the reaping Alex. You'll get in serious trouble if they discover you're not there."

Alex sat up. He didn't care if the Capitol found out. He was always getting beatings from the Peace Keepers for stealing and fighting, he'd survive another one. He did care that his one night stand was about to leave though. From what he could remember, she was a good lay and he wouldn't mind having a booty call for those boring nights.

"Alison, wait! Come on babe, I'll be whatever age you want me to be," Alex said, trying his best to be as charming as possible.

"It's Lisa, jackass."

She strode out and slammed the door. Alex groaned and fell back onto his pillows. He glanced at his clock. 8:30am. The reaping would be finishing about now. He got out of bed, stretching wide, before walking topless into the kitchen. A woman was slumped over the dinner table, sound asleep, a bottle of prescription pills next to her. Alex walked over, feeling for a pulse before heading to the pantry. This wasn't an unusual start to the morning for Alex Karev. His mother had been addicted to pills for years. His father couldn't cope and had left when Alex was eleven, leaving him to raise his brother and sister.

He grabbed the cereal from the top shelf and started eating it straight from the box before sitting down in front of the television. They only had one channel, which was currently showing a replay of the reaping. He figured he may as well watch it, see if anyone he knew was about to about to die. The girls name was pulled from the bowl. April Kepner. Alex snorted, spraying pieces of cereal from his mouth. He knew her, but couldn't say he was exactly upset. She had been in one of his high school classes a few years ago. Teacher's pet, know it all, whiney. Probably still a virgin too, Alex thought. She was a dead girl walking.

"Now, for the boys," the woman from the Capitol said before reaching into the bowl. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the front door. Alex frowned. They never had visitors, never mind at nine o'clock in the morning. He put his cereal down and walked to the door. Reaching for the handle, he froze as the woman on the television said, "Alex Karev."

Alex spun around, running towards the television and dropping to his knees in front of it. The woman stood on the stage as the crowd was silent. She cleared her throat nervously.

"Alex Karev? Come up here dear."

The crowd remained silent. More loud banging on the front door.

Alex sat speechless. This couldn't be happening. He felt numb He was going into the arena. He was going to die. What would happen to his siblings? They weren't old enough to look after themselves. He ran over to his mother and shook her.

"Mom? Mom! Wake up! Please wake up, I need you. Something's happened, you have to help me! Well not me, you have to help Aaron and Amber, they need you now. I'm-I have to go away. Please, Mom, WAKE UP!"

She mumbled something incoherent, turning her head away from him, resuming her sleep. A loud crash echoed through the room and three Peace Keepers stood with their guns pointed at his chest. Alex raised his hands, eyes wide with fear.

"Alex Karev?"

"Yes."

"Why were you not at the reaping?"

"I, um, slept in. Sorry."

One of the Peace Keepers marched over to where Alex was standing and slammed his gun into his temple. Alex yelled out in pain and fell to his knees.

"You have disrespected the Capitol and your district," the Peace Keeper said in a dull voice, "You will be punished with twelve lashings to the back before you board the train. You have missed your opportunity to say goodbye to friends or family, other than those currently present in your home. We will give you exactly one minute to say your farewells."

"Don't bother," Alex replied, rising to his feet and rubbing his head. The Peace Keeper grabbed him roughly on the shoulder and began to steer him out of his house. Alex glanced back briefly at his mother, then to the bedroom doors of his sleeping siblings. He didn't know what would happen to them. He didn't think he would live long enough to find out.

Alex was breathing heavily. Shane Ross stood over him, plastic sword pressed against Alex's throat. They had been paired together for sword sparing and Alex was getting his ass kicked. Ross was breathing heavily too, though he had a triumphant grin on his face.

"That's 4-nil Karev. You sure you've done this before?"

"Whatever dude. Let me up."

Ross pulled his sword away and Alex got slowly to his feet. He grimaced as he felt the skin on his back tighten. He had received all twelve lashings on his back, leaving long cuts and restricting any quick movements he tried to do whilst sparing. Besides, Alex thought as they continued practicing, it meant everyone would underestimate him in the arena. That was a good thing, right? Ross saw Alex's lapse in concentration and struck. He battered Alex's sword to the side, sticking his foot forward and flipped Alex over his hip. Alex fell to the floor with a thwump and felt Ross' sword at his throat again.

"That's 5-nil."

"I'm over this, go find a different partner," Alex spat, shoving his sword to the side and standing up gingerly.

He walked to the nearest bench and sat down, willing the pain in his back to dull. He was decent with a sword. His uncle had given him lessons when his Dad left and he had begun to get quite good. Until his uncle pissed off a Peace Keeper and got himself killed. Alex would occasionally swipe away at old sand bags but he had to admit, he was out of practice. A whistle sounded throughout the gym, signalling for the tributes to change stations. He looked up and saw the knot tying station was free. Knot tying didn't require movement, so he stood up tenderly and began to walk. By the time he arrived, a girl was sitting in one of the seats, already beginning her first knot. He couldn't remember her name. It didn't really matter, they were all going to end up dead anyway.

"Shane's a douche."

Alex looked up to see the girl smiling at him.

"What?"

"He's really arrogant. It'll get him killed in the arena."

"Right."

Alex focused on his rope, trying to tie a square knot. He learnt how to do this when he was fourteen but kept forgetting the correct order in which to tie. All he could remember was that this knot was useful for securing items together.

"I'm Jo Wilson," the girl said, smiling brightly at him.

"Look I'm trying to concentrate on this knot and your talking isn't helping. Shut it," Alex snapped.

Jo looked hurt and fell silent. Alex returned to focusing on his knot. Was it left over right and twist or right over left and twi-

"You know you're doing that completely wrong."

"You do it then, Einstein!"

Jo grabbed the rope from his hands and completed a perfect square knot in a matter of seconds. She held it out to him proudly. Alex sneered at her and stood up.

"Whatever. Try throwing that at someone when they come to decapitate you in the arena, see if it saves you then. I don't need this crap, I'm out of here."

With that Alex stood up and stalked off to his room, leaving a baffled Jo in his wake.

The next day, Alex sat against the wall of the gym watching the other tributes. He felt too sore to participate today, the cuts on his back glowing dark red as they began to heal. He watched the other tributes as they trained.

Hunt and Altman were over by the bows. Altman hit the target bang in the middle and they high fived. Hunt said something to her and she laughed a little too hard, leaning into him. It didn't take a genius to see the one-sided flirting occurring.

He glanced over to the knife throwing station. Jackson Avery and Charles Percy were throwing at the targets. They weren't even close to hitting them. Eventually they gave up, sitting down and twirling the knifes between their fingers as they chatted.

Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey were leaning against a wall laughing, as they always were. Alex couldn't remember if he'd ever seen them training. Yang reached into her pocket, pulling out a flask and swigging some down before handing it to Meredith. Two Peace Keeper's came running over and snatched the flask from her grasp before she could take a drink, which really pissed her off. He chuckled as they yelled at the Peace Keeper's, throwing their arms up in the air and trying to snatch the flask back. The Peace Keeper's turned around and began to walk away. Yang pulled the finger at their receding backs. Grey tapped her on the shoulder and pulled another flask from her pants. They burst into laughter and high fived.

Burke and Hahn were having a race up the netting, arms pumping furiously as they scrambled towards the roof. Bailey and Shepherd were at the painting station, chatting and laughing openly as they attempted to make their arms look like tree bark.

Alex sighed and closed his eyes. Everyone seemed to be getting along so well. And yet in a few weeks they would be trying to murder each other in cold blood.

"Have you had those cuts looked at?"

Alex opened his eyes and looked up. He met blue eyes, dimples popping as the woman smiled reassuringly at him. He felt oddly comforted by her presence, but in a non-sexual way. Too tired to tell her to leave him alone he raised his eyebrow, intrigued.

"How did you know?"

The girl shrugged.

"My brother gets himself into a lot of trouble; he gets whipped regularly so I know the signs when I see them. We figured out a special medicine that helps them heal quickly."

She sat down next to him and held out her hand.

"Arizona Robbins."

"Alex Karev."

She smiled as he shook her hand. They sat in silence for a few moments watching the tributes. Alex noticed Arizona's eyes continuously drawn to the spear throwing section where the tributes from Two were practicing. Alex smirked.

"You got the hots for Sloan?"

Arizona whipped her head around.

"What?"

"You keep staring at the tributes from Two. I get it; Sloan's a good looking guy. I heard him and little Grey are bumping uglies though, so I think you're out of luck."

Arizona laughed loudly and shook her head.

"God, we've only been here, what, a week and a half? Some people are unbelievable. And I do NOT have it in for Sloan. He's, uh, not my type."

Arizona blushed furiously and looked away. Alex shrugged. They sat in silence for a few more moments. Alex re positioned himself and hissed as he felt his shirt rub against the cuts. Arizona turned, not missing his obvious discomfort.

"Come on let me take you up to my room. I bought some extra medicine just in case I got into some trouble while I was here but you obviously need it more."

Alex sat stunned. No one had shown him kindness like this before without wanting something in return. He looked at her suspiciously.

"What are you wanting in return?"

Arizona looked at him, confused.

"Nothing? I'm just an awesome friend, you're lucky to have me," Arizona replied, dimples popping again.

Alex stared at her again. He didn't come here wanting to make friends, but it looked like he'd just made one. Arizona helped him stand up and they began walking slowly to the door.

"So we're 'friends' huh? And you're taking me up to your room. I'm your type then?" Alex said smirking.

Arizona laughed again and turned to him.

"Lose the penis and you might be."

She winked at him and continued walking to the door. Alex stood confused for a moment before it dawned on him. He glanced back to where the tributes from Two were still throwing spears at targets, laughing loudly whenever the other missed. Now he noticed the raven haired girl, how bright her smile was, with curves that would put the girls in his district to shame. He saw Arizona glance their way again before exiting the gym. Alex smiled, shook his head, and followed his new friend out the door.