Close Proximity to Asses
Seattle Grace Hospital, Washington 2008
The first time he saw her, he immediately dismissed her as a sexual prospect. She was tiny, and young, and chirpy. If he slept with her and didn't call her the next day, she'd probably bug him during rounds and never let him forget it. Lexie Grey was just an intern on his service, she was nothing, barely on his radar. Then she smiled and he stopped pretending that was true. He ignored her for most of the day, giving her scut and passing her off on O'Malley whilst she walked around calling him an ass. He was an ass. He was a complete ass. But the fact that she thought it too, made him really want to prove otherwise.
He shook off his head and walked off down the corridor. He forced himself to think about the surgery he was doing later. Not about the intern. Then he started wondering whether she was going to be in his surgery or not. Then there was the way she laughed when he fake told her off.
He was an ass. But she couldn't stop thinking about him. She caught sneak peaks of him in the hallways, he was doctor Sloan. He had a reputation. She knew what he did in on-call rooms, she'd heard from the nurses about what he was like. Stevedore was a word used far too often. He always had this smug look sitting on his lips like he was undressing her with his eyes. Then he spoke and- anyway, he was an ass.
When they got stuck together in surgery, he tried his best to ignore her. When they walked past each in the hall each of them averted their eyes either forward, or to the floor. Mark tried to get her on someone else's service, but not that hard. After all, she was annoyingly smart. And only after a few days, she'd worked out they he liked to work with patients. Her simply being in front of him, with her quippy remarks and the way she berated him with her eyes. If she still thought he was an ass, it barely mattered. The unspoken thing growing between them was enough to actually be improving his work life.
One morning he found himself smiling on his way to the nurses station, knowing she'd be standing there, charts in hand. Callie had noticed, but she wasn't really saying anything. There were too many Erica-related things going on for her to care about what he was doing with his time.
"Good morning Doctor Grey," he said, his elbows on the counter, taking the nearest chart out and flicking through it.
"Doctor Sloan," she replied warily. Her eyes scanning him for anything different, but there was nothing. She also looked around the room for George but he must've been still been in the locker room. She was stuck talking to the ass.