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waltzmatildahSo, apparently I can't just do a question and answer meme like a normal person...
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(Characters in this lot include Lexie, Derek, Izzie, Callie, Cristina, Meredith and Jackson.)
Question One
(Try as I might, I simply could NOT turn this into anything resembling an entertaining drabble. So you get this disappointing start... )
Meredith has a secret lovechild. Jackson is uber pissed off when he finds out because he is the father. They hooked up at a Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert in the late 90's in London whilst both were roadtripping. Meredith, under Sadie's insistence, was using the alias Donnatella. All she remembered of Jackson was an ace of spades tattoo on his left hip and the most talented tongue she'd ever had the pleasure of... encountering.
Question Two
Cristina sees the torch lights before she hears the voices. She hears the voices before she sees the faces. She sees the faces before she recognises the uniforms.
Crap.
Sending a little prayer of thanks to whatever God it was that decided she should leave her bra on, she quickly sets about dragging her pants back into place.
“Seattle PD, come out with your hands up.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...” she chants under her breath, glaring viciously across at her partner in crime... literally. “This is all your fault, asshole!”
He shrugs casually and grins, hands palm out in front of him, pants still around his ankles. “Don't pretend you didn't just scream at me to 'fuck you harder' loud enough that the whole goddamn park probably heard you...”
- - -
“Meredith?”
“Cristina?”
“Meredith?”
“Yes, it's me. Cristina, where the hell are you? We've been waiting at Joe's for forty minutes...”
“I'm ahhh...”
“Cristina, tell me where you are. We're coming to get you-”
“No! No, it's fine... I was just calling to let you know that we'd been held up and we'll just see you tomorrow-”
“We? Who's we? Who are you with? And why aren't you at Joe's? Where on earth are you?”
“It's fine. We're fine. I'm ahh, I'm with Avery-”
“Avery, Avery? Jackson Avery? What the hell- Where are you?”
“We... ah, we're... don't yell... we're at the police station-”
“You're WHERE?”
“See? You yelled. I knew you'd yell... I told him we shouldn't call you...”
“What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“No, no... I'm fine. We're both fine-”
“If you're fine then, why are you at the police station? Did you get- Oh my God. You got arrested. You totally got arrested. You need me to bail you out. Did you have sex in public?”
“Meredith, jeezus. No, we did not have sex in public...”
“Cristina Yang. You are lying to me. You totally had sex in public. Like a hooker. You had sex in public like a dirty hooker and you got arrested and now you want me to come and bail you out. Say it. I'll only come if you say it outloud.”
“Meredith-”
“Say it!”
“Fine. I'll say it. We got arrested.”
“For what?”
“For having sex.”
“Sex where?”
“In the park, okay? Fine. We got arrested for having sex in the park. And I'll have you know, it was not hooker sex. It was... well, I don't really know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't hooker sex.”
“Was it at least hot?”
“Grey, you have no idea...”
Question Three
They've barely hit the interstate when the arguments start.
“Ohhhh, I loove this song!” Callie reaches across to the controls and gives the volume knob a swift one eighty degree turn. The bass vibrates through to Izzie's tailbone.
“Seriously? Does it have to be that loud?” she shouts, flapping her right hand at the side of her head.
“What's the matter? Don't you like this song?” Callie enquires back with a disappointed frown. “I thought everyone liked this song!”
“Um, it's not so much the music as it is the volume. I swear the car in front of us can hear it.”
“Oh, don't be so melodramatic,” Callie counters, tapping her fingers on the dash in a terrible approximation of the song's beat.
“Seriously, Callie. It's freakin' loud. If you wanna burst your eardrums, feel free to use my iPod, but I prefer my music at a decibell level that isn't likely to cause instant deafness,” Izzie reasons, using the hand not on the steering wheel to spin the dial back to where it was.
“You... are no fun,” Callie pouts, rustling around in Izzie's handbag and pulling out the tangle of chords wrapped around a bright pink iPod shuffle.
Izzie allows herself a quick smile and a deep breath of relief as Callie plugs the earbuds in and searches through the songs in Izzie's collection. With the radio at a much more relaxing level, Izzie settles herself in for the long trip ahead of them, their pre-determined driver change still three hours off into the ever grey distance.
“Oooh, I like this one, too!” Callie celebrates, nodding her chin excitedly to the melody of a song Izzie can't hear. That is... until she can.
“OOOOHH WE'RE HALF WAY THERE, OOOOHHH OOH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER...”
Izzie groans, loudly, and considers burying her head in her arms, weighs up the likelihood that she'll run them off the road. Almost considers it would be worth risk.
“TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWA-ARE... OOOH...”
And Izzie can't remember the song ever sounding quite so... unique.
“LIVIN' ON A PRAY-YER.”
Question Four
“Um... what are you doing?” Lexie's brow creases into a confused frown.
Derek tilts his head back and drains the tumbler of clear liquid before sliding his gaze across and up. “Changing a tyre, what does it look like I'm doing?”
“Okay...” she counters, unsure and more than a little uneasy. “By yourself? That's... interesting. Does Meredith know you're here?”
Derek moves to stand, gets mostly upright before his knees give way, slumps heavily back onto the kitchen stool.
“Crap.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Lexie echoes, reaching hesitantly for her cell phone.
“Oh, don't bother with that.” Derek waves one hand jerkily in her vague vicinity as he swipes the back of his other hand across his mouth. “She won't answer. She's with Cristina. They're having a girl's night.”
“Right, well... I'm going to bed. You should probably head that way too, yeah?”
“Mmmm, yeah. Soon. Maybe. Oh, I'll call Mark-”
Lexie sighs and heads for the stairs, she contemplates calling Meredith again before deciding against it. Derek can look after himself.
She's barely got the lamp off when the door swings open, flooding her room in bright hallway light. She barely contains a loud squeak as she moves to pull the sheet up under her chin. “What the hell?!”
“What do you see in him?” Derek slurs as he makes his way across to the foot of her bed.
“Excuse me?”
“Mark. What the hell do you see in him?”
“Oh, jeez... this is not good, this is sooo not good.”
Derek starts a sideways slump that has Lexie backing up against the headboard of her bed.
“Derek, I don't think... maybe we should call- Holy crap!”
His shoulder connects with her mattress and his eyes slide closed, “Your room is spinning...”
“How many shots did you have?”
“Thirteen.”
“Excuse me?”
“Thirteen, I had thirteen shots. I drew lines, on the notepad. I drew lines...”
“Oh, man. Well, that explains more than I needed to know...” There is a muffled snoring coming from the end of her bed. Derek's leg twitches slightly where it is flung across the navy blue comforter. “Well, I'll just leave you to sleep it off shall I?” she questions, not expecting an answer as she slips carefully out from under the sheet and pads her way across the hall to Alex's room.
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foibles_fables . (Characters in this lot include Lexie, Derek, Izzie, Callie, Cristina, Meredith and Jackson.)
Question One
(Try as I might, I simply could NOT turn this into anything resembling an entertaining drabble. So you get this disappointing start... )
Meredith has a secret lovechild. Jackson is uber pissed off when he finds out because he is the father. They hooked up at a Red Hot Chilli Peppers concert in the late 90's in London whilst both were roadtripping. Meredith, under Sadie's insistence, was using the alias Donnatella. All she remembered of Jackson was an ace of spades tattoo on his left hip and the most talented tongue she'd ever had the pleasure of... encountering.
Question Two
Cristina sees the torch lights before she hears the voices. She hears the voices before she sees the faces. She sees the faces before she recognises the uniforms.
Crap.
Sending a little prayer of thanks to whatever God it was that decided she should leave her bra on, she quickly sets about dragging her pants back into place.
“Seattle PD, come out with your hands up.”
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...” she chants under her breath, glaring viciously across at her partner in crime... literally. “This is all your fault, asshole!”
He shrugs casually and grins, hands palm out in front of him, pants still around his ankles. “Don't pretend you didn't just scream at me to 'fuck you harder' loud enough that the whole goddamn park probably heard you...”
- - -
“Meredith?”
“Cristina?”
“Meredith?”
“Yes, it's me. Cristina, where the hell are you? We've been waiting at Joe's for forty minutes...”
“I'm ahhh...”
“Cristina, tell me where you are. We're coming to get you-”
“No! No, it's fine... I was just calling to let you know that we'd been held up and we'll just see you tomorrow-”
“We? Who's we? Who are you with? And why aren't you at Joe's? Where on earth are you?”
“It's fine. We're fine. I'm ahh, I'm with Avery-”
“Avery, Avery? Jackson Avery? What the hell- Where are you?”
“We... ah, we're... don't yell... we're at the police station-”
“You're WHERE?”
“See? You yelled. I knew you'd yell... I told him we shouldn't call you...”
“What happened? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
“No, no... I'm fine. We're both fine-”
“If you're fine then, why are you at the police station? Did you get- Oh my God. You got arrested. You totally got arrested. You need me to bail you out. Did you have sex in public?”
“Meredith, jeezus. No, we did not have sex in public...”
“Cristina Yang. You are lying to me. You totally had sex in public. Like a hooker. You had sex in public like a dirty hooker and you got arrested and now you want me to come and bail you out. Say it. I'll only come if you say it outloud.”
“Meredith-”
“Say it!”
“Fine. I'll say it. We got arrested.”
“For what?”
“For having sex.”
“Sex where?”
“In the park, okay? Fine. We got arrested for having sex in the park. And I'll have you know, it was not hooker sex. It was... well, I don't really know what it was, but it sure as hell wasn't hooker sex.”
“Was it at least hot?”
“Grey, you have no idea...”
Question Three
They've barely hit the interstate when the arguments start.
“Ohhhh, I loove this song!” Callie reaches across to the controls and gives the volume knob a swift one eighty degree turn. The bass vibrates through to Izzie's tailbone.
“Seriously? Does it have to be that loud?” she shouts, flapping her right hand at the side of her head.
“What's the matter? Don't you like this song?” Callie enquires back with a disappointed frown. “I thought everyone liked this song!”
“Um, it's not so much the music as it is the volume. I swear the car in front of us can hear it.”
“Oh, don't be so melodramatic,” Callie counters, tapping her fingers on the dash in a terrible approximation of the song's beat.
“Seriously, Callie. It's freakin' loud. If you wanna burst your eardrums, feel free to use my iPod, but I prefer my music at a decibell level that isn't likely to cause instant deafness,” Izzie reasons, using the hand not on the steering wheel to spin the dial back to where it was.
“You... are no fun,” Callie pouts, rustling around in Izzie's handbag and pulling out the tangle of chords wrapped around a bright pink iPod shuffle.
Izzie allows herself a quick smile and a deep breath of relief as Callie plugs the earbuds in and searches through the songs in Izzie's collection. With the radio at a much more relaxing level, Izzie settles herself in for the long trip ahead of them, their pre-determined driver change still three hours off into the ever grey distance.
“Oooh, I like this one, too!” Callie celebrates, nodding her chin excitedly to the melody of a song Izzie can't hear. That is... until she can.
“OOOOHH WE'RE HALF WAY THERE, OOOOHHH OOH, LIVIN' ON A PRAYER...”
Izzie groans, loudly, and considers burying her head in her arms, weighs up the likelihood that she'll run them off the road. Almost considers it would be worth risk.
“TAKE MY HAND, WE'LL MAKE IT I SWA-ARE... OOOH...”
And Izzie can't remember the song ever sounding quite so... unique.
“LIVIN' ON A PRAY-YER.”
Question Four
“Um... what are you doing?” Lexie's brow creases into a confused frown.
Derek tilts his head back and drains the tumbler of clear liquid before sliding his gaze across and up. “Changing a tyre, what does it look like I'm doing?”
“Okay...” she counters, unsure and more than a little uneasy. “By yourself? That's... interesting. Does Meredith know you're here?”
Derek moves to stand, gets mostly upright before his knees give way, slumps heavily back onto the kitchen stool.
“Crap.”
“My sentiments exactly,” Lexie echoes, reaching hesitantly for her cell phone.
“Oh, don't bother with that.” Derek waves one hand jerkily in her vague vicinity as he swipes the back of his other hand across his mouth. “She won't answer. She's with Cristina. They're having a girl's night.”
“Right, well... I'm going to bed. You should probably head that way too, yeah?”
“Mmmm, yeah. Soon. Maybe. Oh, I'll call Mark-”
Lexie sighs and heads for the stairs, she contemplates calling Meredith again before deciding against it. Derek can look after himself.
She's barely got the lamp off when the door swings open, flooding her room in bright hallway light. She barely contains a loud squeak as she moves to pull the sheet up under her chin. “What the hell?!”
“What do you see in him?” Derek slurs as he makes his way across to the foot of her bed.
“Excuse me?”
“Mark. What the hell do you see in him?”
“Oh, jeez... this is not good, this is sooo not good.”
Derek starts a sideways slump that has Lexie backing up against the headboard of her bed.
“Derek, I don't think... maybe we should call- Holy crap!”
His shoulder connects with her mattress and his eyes slide closed, “Your room is spinning...”
“How many shots did you have?”
“Thirteen.”
“Excuse me?”
“Thirteen, I had thirteen shots. I drew lines, on the notepad. I drew lines...”
“Oh, man. Well, that explains more than I needed to know...” There is a muffled snoring coming from the end of her bed. Derek's leg twitches slightly where it is flung across the navy blue comforter. “Well, I'll just leave you to sleep it off shall I?” she questions, not expecting an answer as she slips carefully out from under the sheet and pads her way across the hall to Alex's room.
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Date: 2010-03-26 02:27 pm (UTC)OMG. OMG. OMG. Meredith/Jackson new OTP.
Cristina and Jackson WOULD get arrested for having sex, because really, it'd be to too loud. And please let me finish LMAO-ing at Callie and Izzie roadtripping together, omg!
And Lexie and Derek...ACK! You must KNOW that I ship it like burning!!! I love it!
These were awesome. Thumbs UP.
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Date: 2010-03-28 04:43 am (UTC)Meredith/Jackson new OTP. Not as hot as Izzie/Jackson would be but yeah... damn! Then again, it's Jackson. Jackson and a lamp post would be hot.
You must KNOW that I ship it like burning!!! I didn't know, but, to be honest, I am totally not surprised!
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Date: 2010-03-26 03:30 pm (UTC)Anyway. I love the Izzie and Callie road trip and I dig your Meredith/Jackson idea because I WANT THEM TO HAVE SEXYTIMES. Also, I find the Derek and Lexie thing sort of adorable and lovely!
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Date: 2010-03-28 04:44 am (UTC)Thank you for your comments!