Title: Broken Open

Chapter Two: Why do I dream of you?

Pairings: Pre-George/Alex, mentions of George/Olivia

Summary: George dreams of Alex.

[As much as I wish George was mine, he's not, and neither is any of Grey's Anatomy. Sadface!]

There he was. Alex stood in the middle of the locker room, at the end of one of the benches. George stepped toward him. Alex was wearing that smirk. George looked down and realized he was naked.

George tried to yell "no", but nothing would come out. He just kept walking toward Alex. He didn't have a choice. Even though it was his dream, he couldn't stop himself from going to Alex. George was soon standing so close to Alex that he could feel the other man's body heat on his naked body. Their bodies were only separated by the thin layer of fabric that made up Alex's scrubs.

Alex's scrubs suddenly disappeared, and he was left naked in front of George. George felt his parts touch Alex's, his skin cold compared to the other man's. Alex then embraced George. George was the first one to kiss Alex. The soft of their lips was one. Alex penetrated George's closed lips with his tongue. George felt his own tongue wrap around Alex's. He didn't want it to happen, but he couldn't stop it.

Alex then touched George in a way that George had never been touched before. By a guy, at least.

George suddenly woke up, drenched in sweat. He stood up and felt a familiar growth in his boxers. Oh, Alex. His fellow intern who happened to have a major crush on him, and had seen him fully naked. Separate parts at separate times, but naked even so. George didn't look at Alex the way Alex looked at him. Then again, George wasn't gay like Alex.

Still, it felt good to be liked. To be appreciated. Even if it was just Alex.

And even if that special touching and kissing had just been a nightmare, or a dream, whatever, it felt so good. It was the best George had felt in a long time. It was the first time George had been touched like that in a long time. Even if it was just a dream, George briefly wondered if the real Alex could touch him like that.

Those words spoken from the day before replayed in George's head.

"It's big...No. Your penis...Go be a homophobe somewhere else, O'Malley...I didn't want anyone to know. But then I thought, hey, O'Malley seems to be at least bisexual, so why not have a little fun? But no, you completely reject me. And not only am I rejected, I'm also avoided and hated by you. George the homophobic ass...Cute butt, George..."

So George could accept Alex, but could he like Alex too? No. No way. He wasn't like that. Like Alex. But was George "at least bisexual", like Alex had said? He didn't know. But if George was asking himself if he was, he probably was. Right?