A/N And thus began Part 4 of 5
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Note: The Title is from a song by O-Zone. Its English Translation is "Love Under the Lindens"
Title: Dragostea Din Tei
George once again stretched his jaw. Those god forsaken wires were finally out and he could move again. It still hurt when he opened his mouth but it would get better eventually. He laughed at the reactions from people when the wires were cut.
(flashback)
"Ok now this won't hurt a bit," Derek said as he pulled out the wire cutters and started to cut the wires holding George's Jaw shut, "Holy," Derek complained when George's mouth opened, "Let me just say that you really need to brush that tongue of yours. It reeks."
"Comes from the lack of outside contact and the Protein Shakes," George said after the final wires were cut and removed. He couldn't open his jaw very far but that didn't stop him from attempting to open it.
"Just remember to not over exert it for awhile," Derek said, "Don't want to wreck your Jaw do you?"
"I'll try not to," George said as he got up off the hospital bed, "I can start work again soon right?"
"I expect you back at work tomorrow," Bailey said from the door, "And you are going to be working twice as hard to make up for what you missed the past couple week," Bailey joked. George knew she was joking. Bailey had started to treat him slightly different from the others because of the role he played in helping her in Labour.
(end flashback)
"George," Meredith said, "We still have to go for that dinner you promised me that day at the Hospital," She laughed.
"Where did you want to go?" George asked as he picked up the newspaper. He read the headline 'Woman gives Birth to Siamese Twins at Seattle Grace'.
"I don't know," She replied as she sat down at the table right next to him. She looked at the paper over his shoulder, "What's your favourite kind of food?"
"You want the truth?" he replied. Meredith nodded vigorously, "I like Greek food and Irish food."
"Well with the last name O'Malley I guess you had your fair share of Irish food," Meredith commented with a small chuckle.
"Yeah," He replied chuckling a little, "I still can't stand some things though."
"Such as?" Meredith prompted. She wanted to get more information on him. She didn't know anything about him while he knew a lot about her. It was embarrassing so she intended to remedy that.
"I'm not too fond of Champ," George said, "The thought of Potato's and Egg's mixed just disturbs me."
"That does sound gross," Meredith said while crunching up her face.
George laughed at the face, "We could go to that new Greek restaurant," he suggested, "Have you ever had Greek?"
"No I haven't," Meredith said cocking her head to the side, "What's it like?"
"You've never?" George asked shock etched on his face, "Then it's settled," He put down the paper, "Tonight after work we are going to that Dolmades restaurant and you will be brought to the wonderful world of Greek Food."
"What kinds of things are there in Greek food?" Meredith asked curiously wondering what she got herself into.
"Well there is Souvlaki," George started to explain, "That is basically the same as Shish Kebob. Then there is Gyros. Kinda like a donair, but not as well. There is also Baklava. That is good stuff."
"That does sound really good," Meredith said absently licking her lips.
George noticed that as well so he decided to make the reservations, "I'll get the reservations and you just wait here," he said, "Then we can go to work and hopefully get in on good surgeries. And then we go for Dinner."
"That sounds great," Meredith said, "And after?"
"Well I don't know," George said, "We'd come home. And do whatever," he knew what Meredith wanted and he was going to postpone that as long as possible. He didn't want to be hurt again. It wasn't that he didn't trust Meredith. It's just that he didn't know how he would take it if she got Drunk one night and randomly slept with the first person she laid eyes on. And it would happen at some point.
"Well then we better get to work," Meredith said as she looked down at her Watch, "You can drive and we have half an hour to get there."
George gave Meredith a look before grabbing his stuff, "Let's get going then," He said as he headed for the Door.
"Can I get a chicken souvlaki?" Meredith asked as she read the menu at Dolmades, "And a Caesar salad."
"Chicken Souvlaki," the waiter said, "And a Caesar salad. Can I get you anything to Drink?"
"Can I get a glass of Red Wine," Meredith said.
"Excellent choice," the waiter said, "Might I suggest a wonderful 1937 Merlot?"
"That sounds great," Meredith said as she smiled at George. The waiter wrote that down then turned to George.
"Can I get pita bread with Tzatziki for an appetizer," George said, "Bring enough for the both of us. And Can I get Stifado with venison?"
"Of course sir," the waiter said as he wrote it down, "And to Drink?"
"Just bring that bottle of Merlot out," George said.
"Ah," the waiter said knowing what was happening, "And might I inquire as to the occasion?"
"First date," George said looking deeply into Meredith's eyes as he took her hand in his.
"Very good," the waiter said, "I wish you many happy years. And I will return as quickly as I can with the wine and Appetizers."
The waiter made his way away from the table. George continued to stare into Meredith's eyes, "Are you sure you want to come here? I mean it is ok if we leave."
"Its fine," Meredith said holding eye contact with George who was trying to look away, "I mean it. I am glad you suggested this place."
George smiled and they fell silent. George pulled his hands back and put his napkin on his lap. Meredith mimicked him and they waited in silence, "So…" Meredith said, "Did you get any good surgeries today?"
"I was in a Heart Transplant," George said, "A Patient named James Ericsen suffered from Marfan's syndrome. We succeeded in saving him and hopefully he'll have a normal life."
"You got a Marfan's patient?" Meredith said, "I'd have killed to be in on it."
"It wasn't any different from other heart surgeries," George said shrugging, "We just had to be extra careful as most of his connective tissue was abnormally thin."
"How old is he?" Meredith asked. George's face snapped up, "I'm only curious. I didn't mean anything by it."
"He's 23," George said, "He's a Sophomore in a college in Canada. He was brought down here because his parents heard about Dr. Burke's reputation."
"They came all the way from Canada?" Meredith said in awe, "Wow that is amazing. I thought they had pretty good hospitals in Canada."
"They have excellent Hospitals in Canada," George said, "Royal Alexandra in Edmonton, The Grey Nuns. It's just that we have Dr. Burke."
"I guess you are right," Meredith said looking at the door to the kitchen. The waiter came back out carrying a bucket in one hand and in the bucket was a bottle of wine. In his other hand he was carrying two wine glasses. He placed the bucket and wine on a stand and put a glass in front of either of them and bowed before leaving.
George pulled the wine bottle from the ice and noticed that it was already uncorked. Saved him some time. He poured some into Meredith's glass and then some into his.
"Here's to us," Meredith instigated the toast lifting up her glass, "May we stay together for many happy and wholesome years."
"And may we never doubt each other," George added before taking a sip of his wine.
Meredith mimicked him before silence descended again, "Is this going too fast?" Meredith asked breaking the silence.
"I don't know," George replied, "I don't have another relationship to use as a reference."
"It could be worse," Meredith said, "We could be Drunk and sleeping together," She clapped her hand over her mouth when she said that, "I am so sorry for saying that."
"It's ok," George said, "I have to get used to that little fact eventually and not let it bother me. What better time to start then now?"
Meredith still looked guilty so George took her hand, "It's alright," George stroked her hand, "Nothing is wrong."
Meredith nodded her head. The Pita Bread and Tzatziki arrived shortly after. George looked at Meredith, "Have you ever tried this?" Meredith shook her head causing her hair to fly around her head but still managed to end up the way it was before. George sighed at the sight before he ripped a small piece of Pita off and dipped it in the Tzatziki. He brought it up to Meredith's lips, "It's really good. I promise."
"What's in it?" Meredith asked looking at the dip. She noticed little green bits in it.
"Cucumber, Onion, and Garlic," George said confusedly, "Why is something wrong?"
Meredith sighed and chuckled slightly, "I'm allergic to cucumbers."
George felt incredibly stupid for not knowing that, "I am so sorry," he said, "I didn't know. Let me just," He pulled the pita bread away from her mouth.
"It's ok," Meredith replied, "Seriously. It's not like I'll keel over and die from a small amount of cucumber. I'll just get a tiny rash on my back."
"That's it?" George said, "Just a rash?"
"It all depends on the amount of cucumber I have," Meredith replied. George noticed she was fidgeting not wanting to make a big deal out of it, "So just a taste of this won't kill me."
"I don't want to hurt you though," George said.
"Hey I'm allergic to Cucumbers," Meredith said, "Not Pita Bread. I can just have plain pita bread."
"You're sure?" George said, "We can get something different."
"I'm positive," She replied as she reached for some of the pita bread and ripped a piece off. She popped it into her mouth, "Though some Spinach Dip would be good," She smiled one of her smiles that made George want to melt. He was going to enjoy this evening.
George kissed Meredith passionately as they fumbled to unlock the door to Meredith's mother's house. Ok so he caved. But who wouldn't? It was Meredith Grey. There was nothing better than Meredith in this world. Compared to Meredith, Izzie was humble looking. At least in George's opinion.
They finally got the door unlocked and they pushed inside the house. Meredith started to undo George's coat while George practically jumped out of his shoes. He kicked them to the side and allowed Meredith to push his coat off. George then pulled Meredith's sweater over her head.
They continued to undress each other as they went up the stairs leaving a trail of clothing up the stairs and down the hall into George's room. They slammed the door to George's room. George faintly heard Izzie groaning and then complaining loudly, "Now I won't get any sleep."
George lay next to Meredith in his room. They both lay on their left sides George spooning up against Meredith with his right arm lightly draped over her. She pulled it close hoping for some kind of protection from the outside world. He realized that they had been very loud and he knew that Izzie wouldn't be all that happy with them. But right now he didn't care, "I love you Butterfly," He whispered into Meredith's ear.
"Butterfly?" she asked looking over her shoulder at him.
"I figured you needed a nickname," George explained, "If you don't like it then I can think of something."
Meredith smiled, "Its fine," Her voice sounded slightly sad, "It's what my father called me before he left my mother and I… I haven't been called that in such a long time."
George smiled at that. He felt good about reminding her about times when she was happier. When she had a whole family. Before the affair that ended his mothers marriage. Before her family was torn apart, "By right you get to give me a nickname now," George explained.
"I'll think about it for a bit," Meredith said. She turned her head around and closed her eyes, "Tell me what it was like growing up for you."
"Well let me think," George said as he started to describe what life was like with his rather strange family.
A/N Hehe don't you just love it? I sure do. Have fun reading anyway.
