Love 1,2,3 : Chapter 1 (original) (raw)

Title: Love 1, 2, 3
Author: thespenders
Genre: Romance, Slash
Pairings: George / Alex
Rating: PG-13
Distribution: I suppose if you want to put it up somewhere, just ask.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Grey’s Anatomy or any of the characters associated with it.
Summary: George has a breakdown when he can’t take Meredith’s ignoring of him anymore. He finds himself in the arms of someone he never expected.

Chapter One: Just Friends?

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Alex rubbed his eyes softly, resting his body against the wall as he took a quick and useless break from the chaos of the day. Izzy was right. They were friends and nothing more. How could he even pretend to think it could work? That would just be one lie a top another. He tried it with her, he tried to convince himself he was...that way... that... way. But with her, or any other woman for that matter, he couldn’t have “episodes” as his current patient with the spontaneous orgasms would say. Episodes.

He opened his eyes and rolled his neck, trying to waken himself further. Another long day. Another long, long day of paper work and doctor-drama. Addison’s man toy returned from New York for another piece of her. But he wouldn’t be getting any, there’s no chance in hell she would leave a man as steamy as McDreamy.

The thought popped into his head like a flare in the sky. He didn’t even realize he was thinking it. Steamy McDreamy? That was one for the books. He had found himself thinking things like this for the past few months. Well, not just months. He had been ignoring it for years at a time, telling himself it was just a phase. He wasn’t... that way. He wasn’t... gay. ...Was he?
He shook his head for one last chance to wake up, then let the thought fade to the back of his mind as he ended his break and began walking towards the nurse’s desk to get more paper work. A long day indeed.

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Meredith paused at the desk where George stood before her. She pulled a phone book from a cubby and began flipping through it anxiously, looking, searching. George felt his lips so close to forming a word. He was so close to beginning a sentence, he could feel it.

“Me...Meredith...” he began, waiting for her eyes to look up at him. They never did. They just kept searching. “I want to take you out tonight. To eat. Not to Joe’s, somewhere nicer. We, we need to talk.” She just kept looking. A haunting pause fell between them to form an awkward silence. Finally, her fingers flew over her treasure, and she tore it from the page. Then she responded.

“George, I don’t want so sit on my death bed mailing out death letters.” With that, she turned around and fled the room from where she had come before, leaving George lost, and beyond that, hurt. He tried to cover the small tear emitting from the corner of his eye, but it slipped beneath his fingertip and slid down his cheek. He shook his head before more could escape the lids of his slit dreams. He bent his head down, and headed towards the nearest empty room. On his way he ran into Izzy, unaware it was her, but he kept going. Hiding his hurt. He slipped into the room quietly and disappeared to all eyes. Alex walked up to Izzy, his eyes fixed on the door that had just closed.

“What is he in such a rush for?”

“I don’t know... I don’t...“ She began. After a short pause she spoke again. “Alex. What time do you get off tonight?”
He gazed at her for a moment, then let it fall to the floor. He knew where this was going.

“I can’t, Isabel. I can’t do this.”

“But we both know it can work!” came her protest.

“You said it right yourself, we’re just friends.” With that, he left her side, headed towards the door before them. Izzy just shook her head and walked in the opposite direction. Alex felt his palm collapse over the metal handle. He paused, taking in a breath of air, the turned it. After a quick glance inside, he slipped in as George had done, and shut them both inside. Together.

George was too preoccupied with silently letting tears elude from the crystal of his eyes to notice Alex entering. That’s why he gasped softly after feeling the touch of cold hands on his shoulders. He jumped slightly, just barely bumping his head on the top bunk of the bed in which he sat. His eyes flipped open, watery and disappointed. He slowly settled back into a comfortable position, and quickly wondered why Alex, Alex of all people was sitting before him with his hand on his shoulder, and a smug frown on his face.

“I saw you rush in here.” He explained slowly. “I thought maybe...” His words faded, leaving them both quiet again. George took up the courage to reply.

“Thought... what...” he asked.

“Maybe you... needed something... I don’t know.” Alex said, his hand falling from George’s shoulder to the blankets. George watched it slipped off, realizing Alex was trying to comfort me. He spoke up.

“Meredith. She, she doesn’t hear me. She doesn’t listen when I talk.” More tears began to slip. “She never–She never...” His emotions took hold of him and he found himself unable to finish his thought. Alex felt unstably sad for the poor boy before him. He wrapped an arm around him, and let him flood his pain onto his shoulder.

“I... I... I can’t do this, I can’t go out there, I can’t let her see me... see...me” he choked out pitifully.

“Sh, no. No you don’t have to go out there...” he said, running a hand through a lock of his hair.

“Why are you doing this, Alex? Why are you being nice?” George asked into the blue of his surgical clothes.

“Because... I care.” he said back. “You don’t deserve this George.”

George looks up at him and they catch each other’s gaze.

“I don’t have to go out there?” he asked.

“No. No you don’t. Ill wait with you.”

He felt back to his shoulder and let out a breath of tangled air. And they waited, together.

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