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Title: Soaked
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex, Meredith, Izzie.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,275
Prompt: Originally for the 75 things to be happy about prompt of "Washing the car barefoot" but it got to be too long.
Summary: Post Season 3 finale, small spoilers. Sort of crack!fic The problem with having time off was that they didn't really know what to do with it.
Author's Note: I wasn't going to post this but my flist talked me into it. This is the only time you will see anything this fluffy from me.
Time off. It was a rarity for doctors, interns especially. But they had it, five days of it to be exact, and while he wasn’t exactly sure why, he’d be damned if he said a word. They weren’t interns anymore anyway, he had to remind himself.
The problem with never having time off though, he thought, was that once you had it you didn’t really know what to do with it.
Which is why, on his first day of not waking up to an alarm clock in what felt like months, he found himself seated across from Meredith, who absentmindedly glanced through the newspaper, bowl of cereal in front of him, with no idea what he was going to do with himself for the rest of the day.
“It’s weird, I know.” Meredith said, not looking up, but apparently still able to read his mind. Or his silence. “We can complain about waking up at the crack of dawn every day and when we finally don’t have to then we don’t know what to do with ourselves. We have no lives outside of the hospital. It’s sad.”
“Are you still drunk from last night?” He retorted. He hadn’t heard her come in until well into the early morning hours, and as far as he knew she was helping Cristina cope by alcohol. “You’re awfully insightful.”
“I can be sober and insightful.” She shot back, sipping her coffee. “Cristina just got me all reflective last night, you know, thinking about the ‘what if’s’. And what if we weren’t doctors? What would our lives be like then?”
“Well I wouldn’t be sitting here wondering how I’m going to occupy myself for the next five days without staying here all day and risking drowning myself in estrogen.”
“Exactly.” She said, like he’d proven her point, which he kind of had but hadn’t really meant to. Then, after processing the rest of his words, she added. “And your life would be boring without us.”
“Meredith,” Izzie’s voice sounded far away, as she called into the kitchen. “Do you actually own a hose?”
Alex looked at Meredith, just as she raised her eyes from the newspaper, looking like she knew what was coming. “I think I’d prefer boring.”
“Shut it,” she replied, though a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, and she turned in her seat to shout back, “Define hose.”
“Thing you squirt water from.” Something fell in the closet. This was getting more interesting by the second.
“There’s a shed in the back, my dad used to keep stuff like that in there. Nobody’s been in there for years, but I think the keys are -“
Izzie cut her off with a triumphant “Found them” and they both heard the front screen door snap shut against the frame.
“What the hell is she doing?” Alex asked, a little concerned.
“How would I know?” Meredith shrugged, went back to her paper. “I thought she was talking about pantyhose for a minute there.”
When she didn’t come back inside with anymore random questions he let it go and went back to his breakfast. Five minutes later, he heard a noise that sounded like a cross between a squeal, and a shriek, followed by the sound of water hitting something that might be plastic.
They both looked at each other again. “Should I go out there or do you want to?” Meredith began.
“I’ll take it,” he replied, rising and heading out the front door.
Izzie was in the driveway, in a t-shirt and shorts, barefoot, with a sponge in one hand. When she saw him she flushed crimson, slightly embaressed.
“What are you doing?” He asked, looking at her, then looking at the car in front of her and answering his own question.
“Washing the car,” she said it like it was the most obvious thing for her to be doing.
Alex laughed, thinking that never in a million years would he have pictured Izzie Stevens, ex-model and baker extraordinaire, standing in the driveway, washing a car. “There are places you can go to have that done you know.”
“It’s a nice day. I mean for once it’s sunny and warm. This is Seattle, how often does that happen?” She had a point. Yes, the weather was nice. He still wasn’t sure how she’d gotten from that to car wash.
“You don’t seem like someone who would enjoy washing cars.” He told her.
“Okay first of all the thing is practically encrusted with bird shit.” She started, wrinkling her nose, which only made him want to laugh again. “And secondly this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this.”
“So, some modeling agent, what, had you prance around in a skimpy bikini, all lathered up while they took pictures of you for some photoshoot. I don’t think that counts.” He thought of every cliché movie that had done something along those lines. “Although I wouldn’t exactly mind seeing a reenactment of that.”
She pelted him with a spare, thankfully un-soapy, sponge. “In your dreams pervert.” He almost made a comment to that, but it would’ve been too easy. “And I was talking about school car washes. You know to raise money.”
He frowned, “Isn’t that just for the band geeks?”
Izzie rolled her eyes. “No more like raising money so we could have a decent prom.” She surprised herself that she could even say that word without a tinge of sadness. “You were on the wrestling team right? Didn’t you guys do stuff like that to pay for like equipment fees?”
“I think that was the baseball team.” He responded, unsure. High school seemed so far away. He hadn’t really been there for the whole team aspect. He was there to learn moves, tricks, a way to get rid of his father, a way to take out his anger.
For a moment she looked absolutely exhausted with him. “That is not the point. The point is that I’m bored, it’s a nice day, and it reminds me of my childhood which beats sitting around thinking about how screwed up my life is now.”
Alex put his hands up in surrender, backing away slowly in mock fear, and Izzie simply picked up the hose that had been sprawled along the driveway and proceeded to soak him before it’d even registered with him what she was doing. He dodged her, and she made no effort to follow him, just let her finger fall off the trigger of the sprayer, a guilty little smile finding its way onto her face at her sudden childishness. It sure as hell felt good.
“What the hell was that for?” He yelled, standing in his soaked clothes, and looking more than a little perturbed. He would get it over it, the sun would dry him.
“It’s for you acting like an ass.” She informed him, ducking her head so he couldn’t see her very nearly giggle as she fought to keep her voice just on the edge of irritation.
Too late. “You think this is funny?” He was trying to sound more threatening and serious than he actually was, and she nodded.
When he started forward, she picked up the hose again.
Back inside, Meredith listened to shrieks coming from the front yard, faintly hearing their voices taunting each other, and she had half a mind to toss some towels out there so they didn’t track water in and mess up the carpet, but figured that was too mother-bear for her, and who was she to ruin their fun. Something told her it was going to be awhile before either of them came in anyway.
Part 2
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Alex, Meredith, Izzie.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,275
Prompt: Originally for the 75 things to be happy about prompt of "Washing the car barefoot" but it got to be too long.
Summary: Post Season 3 finale, small spoilers. Sort of crack!fic The problem with having time off was that they didn't really know what to do with it.
Author's Note: I wasn't going to post this but my flist talked me into it. This is the only time you will see anything this fluffy from me.
Time off. It was a rarity for doctors, interns especially. But they had it, five days of it to be exact, and while he wasn’t exactly sure why, he’d be damned if he said a word. They weren’t interns anymore anyway, he had to remind himself.
The problem with never having time off though, he thought, was that once you had it you didn’t really know what to do with it.
Which is why, on his first day of not waking up to an alarm clock in what felt like months, he found himself seated across from Meredith, who absentmindedly glanced through the newspaper, bowl of cereal in front of him, with no idea what he was going to do with himself for the rest of the day.
“It’s weird, I know.” Meredith said, not looking up, but apparently still able to read his mind. Or his silence. “We can complain about waking up at the crack of dawn every day and when we finally don’t have to then we don’t know what to do with ourselves. We have no lives outside of the hospital. It’s sad.”
“Are you still drunk from last night?” He retorted. He hadn’t heard her come in until well into the early morning hours, and as far as he knew she was helping Cristina cope by alcohol. “You’re awfully insightful.”
“I can be sober and insightful.” She shot back, sipping her coffee. “Cristina just got me all reflective last night, you know, thinking about the ‘what if’s’. And what if we weren’t doctors? What would our lives be like then?”
“Well I wouldn’t be sitting here wondering how I’m going to occupy myself for the next five days without staying here all day and risking drowning myself in estrogen.”
“Exactly.” She said, like he’d proven her point, which he kind of had but hadn’t really meant to. Then, after processing the rest of his words, she added. “And your life would be boring without us.”
“Meredith,” Izzie’s voice sounded far away, as she called into the kitchen. “Do you actually own a hose?”
Alex looked at Meredith, just as she raised her eyes from the newspaper, looking like she knew what was coming. “I think I’d prefer boring.”
“Shut it,” she replied, though a smile pulled at the corner of her mouth, and she turned in her seat to shout back, “Define hose.”
“Thing you squirt water from.” Something fell in the closet. This was getting more interesting by the second.
“There’s a shed in the back, my dad used to keep stuff like that in there. Nobody’s been in there for years, but I think the keys are -“
Izzie cut her off with a triumphant “Found them” and they both heard the front screen door snap shut against the frame.
“What the hell is she doing?” Alex asked, a little concerned.
“How would I know?” Meredith shrugged, went back to her paper. “I thought she was talking about pantyhose for a minute there.”
When she didn’t come back inside with anymore random questions he let it go and went back to his breakfast. Five minutes later, he heard a noise that sounded like a cross between a squeal, and a shriek, followed by the sound of water hitting something that might be plastic.
They both looked at each other again. “Should I go out there or do you want to?” Meredith began.
“I’ll take it,” he replied, rising and heading out the front door.
Izzie was in the driveway, in a t-shirt and shorts, barefoot, with a sponge in one hand. When she saw him she flushed crimson, slightly embaressed.
“What are you doing?” He asked, looking at her, then looking at the car in front of her and answering his own question.
“Washing the car,” she said it like it was the most obvious thing for her to be doing.
Alex laughed, thinking that never in a million years would he have pictured Izzie Stevens, ex-model and baker extraordinaire, standing in the driveway, washing a car. “There are places you can go to have that done you know.”
“It’s a nice day. I mean for once it’s sunny and warm. This is Seattle, how often does that happen?” She had a point. Yes, the weather was nice. He still wasn’t sure how she’d gotten from that to car wash.
“You don’t seem like someone who would enjoy washing cars.” He told her.
“Okay first of all the thing is practically encrusted with bird shit.” She started, wrinkling her nose, which only made him want to laugh again. “And secondly this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done this.”
“So, some modeling agent, what, had you prance around in a skimpy bikini, all lathered up while they took pictures of you for some photoshoot. I don’t think that counts.” He thought of every cliché movie that had done something along those lines. “Although I wouldn’t exactly mind seeing a reenactment of that.”
She pelted him with a spare, thankfully un-soapy, sponge. “In your dreams pervert.” He almost made a comment to that, but it would’ve been too easy. “And I was talking about school car washes. You know to raise money.”
He frowned, “Isn’t that just for the band geeks?”
Izzie rolled her eyes. “No more like raising money so we could have a decent prom.” She surprised herself that she could even say that word without a tinge of sadness. “You were on the wrestling team right? Didn’t you guys do stuff like that to pay for like equipment fees?”
“I think that was the baseball team.” He responded, unsure. High school seemed so far away. He hadn’t really been there for the whole team aspect. He was there to learn moves, tricks, a way to get rid of his father, a way to take out his anger.
For a moment she looked absolutely exhausted with him. “That is not the point. The point is that I’m bored, it’s a nice day, and it reminds me of my childhood which beats sitting around thinking about how screwed up my life is now.”
Alex put his hands up in surrender, backing away slowly in mock fear, and Izzie simply picked up the hose that had been sprawled along the driveway and proceeded to soak him before it’d even registered with him what she was doing. He dodged her, and she made no effort to follow him, just let her finger fall off the trigger of the sprayer, a guilty little smile finding its way onto her face at her sudden childishness. It sure as hell felt good.
“What the hell was that for?” He yelled, standing in his soaked clothes, and looking more than a little perturbed. He would get it over it, the sun would dry him.
“It’s for you acting like an ass.” She informed him, ducking her head so he couldn’t see her very nearly giggle as she fought to keep her voice just on the edge of irritation.
Too late. “You think this is funny?” He was trying to sound more threatening and serious than he actually was, and she nodded.
When he started forward, she picked up the hose again.
Back inside, Meredith listened to shrieks coming from the front yard, faintly hearing their voices taunting each other, and she had half a mind to toss some towels out there so they didn’t track water in and mess up the carpet, but figured that was too mother-bear for her, and who was she to ruin their fun. Something told her it was going to be awhile before either of them came in anyway.
Part 2