This is only the first part of this story I got going on. Don't when when part two will come out but I hope this at least keeps you interested until then.
Crossroads
Matt Saracen/Cristina Yang/Patty Hewes/Chuck Charles, PG13, 437 words, Title from Band of Brothers
Patty Hewes hates Los Angeles. To her, it's dirty, disgusting, full of two-faced fuckers who couldn't last two seconds in New York City. And it smelled bad, and didn't have anything special to it except some stupid sign on a mountain top. But she was here anyway. Some big gala for a bunch of lawyers and politicians that she hated. Her husband convinced her to go. Saying she could use a vacation, and not one at the beach house.
She takes a taxi to her hotel, already hating that she was here. When she walks towards the front entrance, she sees a man running out, almost bumping into her. She takes her sunglasses off and watches as he runs for his life.
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Matt walks out of his plane and takes his cell phone out of his pocket. He calls Julie, but she doesn't answer. Must be in class.
"Hey Jules. I just got off the plane. Um, I'll be at my hotel later, so call me. Bye."
Matt arrived at the hotel about an hour later, the same hotel that Patty Hewes is staying at. He rolls his eyes as he walks down the hall towards his room. USC, for some strange reason, had an interest in Matt playing football for them. He knew it was a bad idea to be playing for them, let alone actually go to that school, but he had to at least go and visit and see if it's as bad as he believes it to be.
He stood in front of his door as he grabbed his key when he saw a young brown haired woman down the hall staring at him. She waved and smiled. Matt waved back and walked into his room.
Well that was odd, he thought.
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"You're going to LA?"
"Yeah."
"Um, why?"
"Vacation."
"Cristina!"
"Oh come on, I'm only going to be gone for a week. I need… sunshine, and happiness. I need to get away from Hahn and Izzie before I do something very gory and disgusting."
"If you say so."
Yang got out of the taxi she took to get hotel and walked to the front desk.
"Yeah, Yang, Cristina."
"Would you like us to take your bag up for you?"
"Yeah sure."
Yang grabbed her room key and walked towards the elevator when she heard a loud bang and people screaming. She didn't know what it was about, and she didn't like how this would be the start to her vacation. But if this included bloody victims in need of getting cut open, well then, this was her kind of vacation.
/tbc/