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Women scorned had big mouths. It would have done him well to remember that bit of information. It would have also done him well not to take an intern under his charge to Joe's for drinks. Shaking his head, Alex toys with the edge of the chart. He let's the paper slide past his thumb, making a whirring noise. Sighing, he taps his fingers against the same chart, not quite sure what he was doing. Hell, that was the story of his life, not knowing what the fuck he was doing.
"Can I please have the Johnson chart?" The waspish tone could belong to nobody else other than the woman he had scorned. Jaw tight, Lexie stood, hand out. Her lips were puckered up, as though someone had shoved a lemon in her mouth.
"What makes you think I'm going to even give you a case after the shit you said about me?" Grabbing the chart in both hands, he held it tightly. "Did you really think that going home with a guy you met in a bar would lead to true love?" Low blow, very low blow. A moment of hurt clouded her smoky blue eyes.
"Did you have to be such an asshole about everything? I asked if you wanted to get dinner sometime, not if you wanted a house in the 'burbs with two kids and a dog. You really have to get over yourself!" Lexie snatched the chart from his hands, tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and, shoe squeaking slightly on the tile, spun on the ball of her foot. He watches for a moment as she stalks off, head held high. Yeah, she was Meredith's sister alright.
"You certainly know how to charm them."
Alex's body froze. If it was possible, the blood circulating his body stopped moving. "Av…Rebecca." A ghost of a smile tips the corners of his mouth as he turns to face the woman he should have run after sooner. She looked the same, yet different. Her hair was shorter, grazing her shoulders, and bounced in auburn streaked curls. He had no idea if the style, or the dark green sweater dress she wore, were usual for her or not. She looked good though. Damn good. "How are you?"
"Fine. Good. Trying to put my life together. I can't go back to being who I was, yet I'm not sure I want to be someone else either." She self consciously lifts her fingers to touch her hair. "I just know that I can't stop thinking about you, and I don't know, maybe we owe it to ourselves to see where this…whatever this is between us…goes."
Was she serious? With Av-Rebecca it was hard to tell. It was like she had some internal switch that flipped randomly. It was so good to have her this close again, to have her saying the words he had longed for her to say, he brushed aside thoughts of concern over her stability, thoughts of blonde's with sad brown eyes who would never love him back. "Yeah. I think you're right. I think we do owe it to ourselves." The moment the words left his mouth a trickle of doubt sneaks in. He tries to dismiss it, only it wouldn't be dismissed. It grew a bit more when Rebecca threw her arms around him, pressing her lips against his. The skin wasn't soft, but a bit dry and chapped. A trivial matter. Was the feeling of guilt that he felt when Izzie exited a nearby patients room trivial as well? He didn't allow himself to exam that thought, just looked away from the sad brown eyed blonde he couldn't get out of his heart.