A/N: Hey! I thought since Chapter One was so pitifully long, I'd give you two chappies in one day!
Pairing: Alex/OC
Genre: Romance/little bit Humour and Drama
Rating: T
p.s. Quote of the Update (it should be of the day, but I don't know if I can update everyday...)
"So many of our dreams seem immpossible, then improbable, then inevitable."
- Christopher Reeve
Chapter 2: Busting Out of Room 1156
Alika was fast growing bored with her room. No cable, No phone, No jackass to annoy, nothing. Hell, she would've settled for a potted plant. But no, only boring white walls and a picture of a forest. Yeah, she thought sourly, like that's gonna make me feel all 'happy-happy-joy-joy' inside. She would go nuts if she stayed, but Doctor Whatshisname had told her not to leave because walking could place unnecessary pressure on her chest.
"Screw it," she announced to her empty room, "I'ma go for a walk. Or, maybe a wheel," Alika added, eyeing the folded up wheelchair sitting next to her bed with an evil grin.
After easing herself quietly into the chair, pulling on a blue cashmere poncho and ignoring the pressure on her chest, Alika slowly edged her way out into the hall looked left and right for nurses, then she took off towards the elevators, with her one 'whatever-it-was' monitor beeping plaintively while hooked on the back of the rolling chair precariously, its trundling wheels unused to the speed. Alika managed to slide into an open elevator and frantically pushed the "Down" button before any of the nurses recognized her.
Breathing a sigh of relief as the door closed behind her, the young woman smiled blandly at the doctor she was sharing the elevator with. The tall, dark-haired man looked curiously at her, as though he knew she was sneaking out of her room. Then she followed his gaze to her arm, which was sitting in an awkward position that revealed most of the scars. God, she hated those scars. At least when she was at work she could put makeup over them, or wear long sleeves or something. At the hospital she couldn't hide her arms. She added it to her List of Reasons Why Alika Brown Should Avoid Hospitals.
The door ping-ed and opened and Alika trundled quickly out into the atrium of Seattle Grace, moving her left arm so that most of the scars was covered by her poncho.
First things being first, she totally ignored medical advice and bought a hamburger drizzled with cheddar cheese and bacon. It practically screamed, 'I am Capable of Killing You with a Look'. Alika paid for it and enjoyed every delicious morsel.
Artery clogging finished, she looked on the hospital map board and, once she found what she was searching for, headed leisurely up to the 3rd floor. Once there, she took a right and was suddenly in front of the nursery. Alika'd always felt calm and relaxed in nurseries. Probably some psychological term for it………
Alika was the only one there except for a guy in blue scrubs that looked younger than her. And he looked like he was talking to them. Weirdo, Alika pronounced, a smile playing on her lips, only us weirdos talk to babies.
"So, buddies," the guy said softly in a baby voice, "Should I say I'm sorry? Or should I not? Cause you know she totally-"
"You know they can't really hear you, right?" Alika interrupted, not unkindly. The guy jumped at her voice, then blushed to the roots of his brown hair.
"Ummm, yeah, uh, but I was, ya know, doing….umm, yeah," he trailed off, while Alika barely held in her laughter at his blustering. She knew her face was turning bright red and finally she just exploded with giggles.
Taken aback, the guy blushed an even deeper red. Alika, realizing his humiliation, calmed down and smiled.
"Don't worry," she confided, "I was coming down here to talk to them too. I'm kinda playing hooky." Her smile dimmed a little, and then Alika introduced herself.
"I'm George O'Malley," the guy replied, "What do you mean, playing hooky?" Then he observed the precariously placed "whatever-it-was" monitor. "Let me guess. You should probably be in bed, but you were bored out of your mind."
"Totally," sighed Alika, then she looked up at him from under her eyelashes. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" She did her best puppy-dog face. George laughed.
"Don't worry, I won't," he promised.
"So," said Alika, turning back to the infants, "Do you wanna talk about your 'little problem' with a person that'll actually respond?"
George turned back to face the babies, before talking about a girl named Olivia. He really liked her, but she done something pretty horrible to him. So should he forgive her, or just ice her out forever?
"Georgie, my boy," said Alika thoughtfully when he'd finished, "You're too much of a pushover. I think you should follow my personal dating ethos."
"What's that?" demanded George a little too eagerly.
"Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee," she answered promptly.
George stared at her.
"Ya know," she pressed him, "If love be rough with you, be rough with love?"
George stared at her a moment longer, then burst out laughing. Laughing, and laughing, he just couldn't stop. After a minute or two, with his face getting redder and redder, he finally attracted someone's attention, while Alika sat fuming in her chair.
"George? What the hell're you laughing 'bout?"
George finally seemed to get it under control, and he calmed down enough to wheeze out to the woman,
"We've found our female Alex, without the asshole part attached."
"Hi Dr. Grey," said Alika sullenly, "O'Malley here's making fun of my advice. And who the fuck's Alex?"
Meredith smiled. "George is a moron sometimes," she said, shutting him up effectively, before adding, "Alex is the doctor who replaced me as yours."
"Shit, O'Malley," snapped Alika, forgetting her plan to be incognito, "Couldn't you have compared me to someone who's not, say, 'Mr. Prick-Pig-Can't Get the Last Word in an Argument-Jerk off'!" But Meredith and George were too busy laughing at her statement to notice someone walking up behind Alika.
"O'Malley, Grey," barked an irritated voice, "Are you aiding my patient in directly disobeying medical advice?"
George and Meredith froze. Alika turned around and smiled weakly.
"Hi, Doctor….whathisname," she said lamely.
"Burke, young lady," he supplied with an eyebrow raised, "And, correct me if I'm wrong, Ms. Brown, didn't I tell you to stay in bed?"
"Maybe," Alika said morosely, "But I was so bored," she whined, "And the babies're so cute."
"But Ms Brown, you could cause some serious damage to your-"
"Okay, dude," interrupted Alika, rolling her eyes, "Seriously. If I had collapsed, O'Malley or Grey or even god forbid Karev would come and rescue me. Then you'd move up my surgery time and chances are I'd return to work 'fore my boss wises up and fires my ass. So your whole 'serious damages' speech is kinda wasted on me. My dad gave 'um to me all the time and I never listen to them neither." She leaned back into her chair and folded her arms.
Burke had leaned forward and his eyes were flashing dangerously. Alika almost bite off her tongue, before he turned away and snapped at George,
"Take her back to her room." With that Burke began to walk down the hall.
George quaked in terror, swallowed hard and asked timidly, "Which room is hers?"
"I can't remember," called Burke breezily, "But I'll be on that floor in 4 minutes and all of my patients better be accounted for or someone will be scrubbing ORs with a toothbrush." Then he turned a corner and was gone.
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"Go, go, GO!" shouted Alika, urging George to run faster as they slid down the halls.
"I'm going as fast as I can," puffed George.
"THERE IT IS!" yelled the girl in triumph, "TURN LEFT INTO 1156!" George was out of breath but managed to wheeze them into the room and Alika jumped into bed and pulled off her poncho flinging it onto the empty bed next to her.
"Thanks, Georgie," said Alika sweetly, "You're a trooper."
George blushed at her words and her top. "It…w.was…n.n.n.o….problem," he panted, "Gla.a.d..to..av.avoid…scr..scrubbing….ORs."
Alika winked at him. "Visit me later, 'kay Trooper?"
"Sure…th.thing," replied George as he stumbled out of the room.
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"Grey, I'll give you anything, anything at all, if you switch cases with me."
Meredith smiled, in spite of her resolve to ice out Alex for pulling that stupid prank on George. She sat up from the bench she was lying on and stared at him.
"Depends who is it, what they have and why you want to swap," she said.
"Alika Brown, 23, Club Singer," recited Alex from Alika's chart, before looking up at Meredith and smirking. "She got a set of pipes on her, the bitchy, annoying kind that is. Seriously, she's got this total 'Ms.-Skanky-Outfit-Snarky-Comments-Non Malignant Tumours' thing down pat. Bitch," he added, almost as an afterthought.
"Why is she a bitch?" asked Meredith, "Is it because she thought you were a pig, or because she got the last word?"
Just as Alex began to reply, his pager went off. He looked at it and swore.
"She crashed!" he yelled and ran out of the locker room.
P.P.S. oooooOOOOOooooo, cliffhanger.
