Season 4?
Lexie/George, Lexie/Alex, Alex/Izzie
Lexie smiled when she saw the mistletoe hanging in the elevator. Cute is what it was. She loved Christmas time. The holidays, the occasional snowfall that made everything white again...
People smiled more around Christmas.
People were more generous. Kinder.
She rocked on her heels as the Elevator pulled up to a stop. When the doors opened, Lexie dismissed her thoughts of going to the skills lab just to hang out a little with the man who entered.
"Hey Lexie," George nodded to her and she melted a little. Just a little.
"Hey," she breathed and tucked her chart just a little closer to her. Clearing her throat she looked down at her feet. God, she had such a stupid crush!
"Is that a mistletoe?" George blurted, staring straight up at the plant.
Holy crap. He saw.
"Y-yeah," Lexie said. "I think it's sweet don't you? That someone put that here?"
George blinked. "Oh..."
"You know, the mistletoe is actually a parasitic plant..." Lexie began to ramble, "Actually, in Norse culture-"
But George's pager beeped. His hand snapped to his side and he glanced at it. "It's the Chief. He needs me," he said.
"Oh," Lexie smiled weakly. "That's great..." Under her feet, she could feel the elevator slow down slightly as it reached the third floor. The Chief's floor.
Crap. She had to do something. Come on Grey, he's your crush, and there's a damned mistletoe hanging right there, the perfect excuse!
George was about to step off the Elevator, when Lexie stopped him, practically throwing herself in front of him. "George..."
"Lex?"
She licked her lips. She'd do it. She'd give him a mindblowing, lip numbing kiss that would shatter all his blinders, open his eyes...
She closed her eyes, puckering her lips slightly and leaned forward.
Bonk!
"Ow!"
"Ow!"
Had she just kissed his chin?
"Uh... Oh... heh, Uh..." George stammered, before shuffling around her, "Chief, Chief!" he called down the hallway.
Lexie's heart fell into her shoes. Dammit! She shook her head and sighed. So much for Generous and Kind.
So much for Ancient Norse tradition.
Whatever, mistletoe was poisonous anyway. Lexie shuffled to the back of the Elevator, just a little morose over the whole thing.
The door was about to close when a strong forearm blocked it.
Alex Karev.
Double, triple, quadruple crap.
"O'Malley?" He smirked, "You tried to kiss freaking O'Malley?"
He saw?
Quintuple crap. Lexie shuddered. That's a lot of crap. Interesting fact... mistletoe was actually transmitted through bird feces. Okay stop it, brain! "Shut up Alex! What do you know?"
"What do I know?" he snorted as he leaned against the back of the elevator, "O'Malley's a blind douche-bag."
"He is not! Don't call him that!"
"The guy blew you off under the mistletoe!" He stepped into her space. Lexie stepped back. "No guy, with any balls would reject the advances of a hot chick. O'Malley's a loser."
Lexie shook her head. "Whatever-" she started before Alex cupped her cheeks. His golden brown eyes captured her gaze for a second- let me show you how it's done- he seemed to say, before she was pulled into him.
Oh God. His lips on hers was fire. She was consumed. Alex plundered her, and she could barely make any sense of it. When he pulled away, she still leaned toward him, and she registered a twinge in her belly.
Lexie blinked, stars burst in her vision.
"See?" Alex gazed at her softly. "Told you," O'Malley's a loser.
"Mm," was all she could say.
The elevator door opened, and Izzie walked in. "Oh thank God... real people!"
"What?" Alex asked.
"Oh, nothing... I've just been surrounded by... incompetent interns all day, who know absolutely nothing. They couldn't stitch two pieces together if the needles were the size of eighteen-gage..." she trailed off, looking at the uncomfortable glances between Alex and Lexie. "What's going on with you two?"
"Nothing," Alex shrugged just as Lexie nodded and blurted, "Nothing!"
"Riiight." Izzie nodded, disbelieving them. "Did he say something insulting, Lexie?" Izzie asked. "Alex is a jerk. He was raised in a cave."
"He-he didn't insult me..." Lexie said.
"Nope," he snickered, "Just O'Malley, and the incompetent intern with a high school crush on a deer." Alex curled his fingers to inspect his fingernails.
"Alex!" Izzie smacked him on the arm. "Don't talk about George that way!"
"What? I'm just telling the truth!"
The door to the elevator opened and Lexie squeezed past the fighting couple. "Skills lab..." she murmured, "gonna go learn... you know... skills, in the lab."
"George is not incompetent!" Izzie shrieked.
"He failed his-" she didn't hear the rest as the door closed, leaving the two inside.
Together.
But as she walked away, she traced her lips.
Alex? No... no... but she couldn't help the thrill that pounded her heart after that kiss.
Holy crap, Mistletoe! Right?
Or was he poison...
But back on the elevator...
"He failed his intern exam!" Alex yelled.
"So what? You failed your boards!" Izzie shot back.
Alex shook his head. Izzie... just didn't get it. "Whatever," he said, "I took'em again and I passed. I didn't slink around the hospital whining about the fact that I failed."
"No, you did slink, actually. You slinked so much you couldn't have sex with me." Izzie smirked, and looked down at him through her lashes.
Crap, he thought. He walked right into that one. "That was different..."
"Oh? How was that different?" She stepped closer. Izzie was hot. A blonde bombshell that drove him crazy. And she was fiery too.
"Cause I'm not oblivious, and there's only one per-"
"Shut-up," Izzie panted suddenly, her eyes big and wide. "There's a Mistletoe!"
She noticed. Thank God for the freaking weed. Izzie stepped into his space and wrapped her arms around his neck. She smelled like vanilla cupcakes, her lips like strawberries when they crashed into his and he tasted them. He was hungry for her. He didn't understand. She was so different from him, on every scale, every level.
Izzie hummed, her tongue lavishing his before pressing up and stroking the roof of his mouth. He could- they could-
"Oh- for the love of-" Alex heard mid-stroke. Behind Izzie's blonde tresses stood Dr. Sloan, clipboard in hand. "Residents," he snarked, "Sex hungry, philandering- oh." Alex raised an eyebrow, following Sloan's gaze as he looked up to see the dangling plant. "Good idea, Karev. Mistletoe's a nice touch."
"Dr. Sloan," Izzie said, detangling herself from Alex. "How was the surgery?"
"There is no surgery. Now scram."
"What?" Alex asked.
"You heard me. Beat it. Think I'm gonna let you hog the mistletoe? Scram! I have some nurses... to educate..." He smirked.
"Ugh," Izzie sighed. "I'm going to go find George..."
"What?" Alex asked, surprised.
"You heard me..." Izzie said as she left him backed into a corner.
"Iz?"
"Save it, Alex, you're still a jerk."
Alex bit back a reply as the doors closed.
He sighed and crossed his arms. Whatever. So he had a thing for her. Not like she knew it.
"Hey, have you seen Grey?"
"Meredith?" Alex asked.
"No, the other one... the brunette."
"Uh... skill lab? Why?" he asked, feeling somewhat protective.
Sloan shrugged. "Just need an intern to fetch me a cappuccino."
"Oh." Alex nodded. He remained standing beside Sloan before he realized the elevator door hadn't closed.
"Karev," Sloan turned to the younger man. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to scram."