slybrunette | COMMENT FIC POST

No shit.

They do the same stupid Secret Santa (except they can’t call it that, because it’s a ‘holiday gift exchange’ lest they seem to forget about religious diversity) they do every year and Alex draws the name of some resident he isn’t sure he’s ever met. It’s not like he’s very good at shopping for gifts for people he knows, much less people he doesn’t. Half the time, when it’s just him, he doesn’t even bother with the holiday.

“You look worried,” Izzie asks, not bothering to hide her smile in reaction to his frown. “What did you do? Draw Cristina’s name?”

Yeah, right. He wishes. Gladly, he hands over the slip of paper, the name printed in green ink. Someone was trying too hard to be holiday. “Who is that?”

And because Izzie is (or was, considering lately, but the past few days she seems…better) cheery a good eighty percent of the time, she draws people in, and therefore pretty much knows everyone, at least enough to put a name to a face. Which would be why she nods her head in recognition, as she says, “I know her. Pretty girl in pediatrics. I’m surprised you haven’t slept with her.”

“I wouldn’t rule that out,” he replies. He doesn’t know. He’s not great at remembering names, in any case.

She glares, presses the slip into his hand with a certain roughness, and then with an overexaggerated sigh asks, “I’m going shopping when I get off work. Do you need to tag along since you can’t do this on your own?”

He hates shopping. However, it’s with her, maybe it’ll take the edge off of having to dodge thirty people just to get in the door, then having to stand in line for twenty minutes. It’s not like he has much other choice – just not following through really isn’t an option. “I’m off at seven.”

“I know,” she says, turning to leave but not before actually kissing him for a change, deliberate like she’s making a point. Maybe to him, maybe to herself, maybe to someone else (he doesn’t have a clue who, but he is not one for complaining and overanalyzing when the hot girl is kissing him).

Christmas and gift giving are overrated. She is not.

*it, um, well...it came out dirty. i hope that's not a problem. if it is i've got more requests to write and hopefully one of those works for you*

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Meredith makes it home half an hour before midnight on New Year’s Eve 2009, which has got to be a record. She hasn’t been home on New Year’s Eve since she started working at Seattle Grace.

There’s a bottle of champagne chilling on the dining room table, and Dick Clark is on the television, or at least his show is. Derek looks faintly amused when she rushes in the door, like she’s late for some party.

“Where is everyone?” She asks, looking into the kitchen but finding that just as empty as the living room.

“Sadie’s working. Karev and Stevens are upstairs…doing something.” He makes this face like maybe he’d heard all about it earlier, and he probably had, knowing them. Strangely, that’s one of the things that make it feel like home. That happy, relaxed smile on Derek’s face right now? Well, that’s starting to be one of the others. “It’s just us.”

At some point, in between her shrugging off her coat and saying, “well, that’s a nice change of pace,” he gets his arms around her waist and his lips on her neck and it all kind of goes south from there. They end up on the couch, their hands all over one another, her in her bra and the blouse she’d worn completely unbuttoned, him with his pants half off, like two horny teenagers. She can’t help but think the last time they had sex like this, all frantic and mildly concerned that someone would walk in on them, was in his car at Izzie’s party. Only she’s supposed to be sleeping with him this time around, and that feels so very, very strange, having a boyfriend and not having to hide it because he’s married or an attending dating an intern. It’s strange but it’s good. It feels good.

He feels good too. Warm and hard underneath her, as she rocks her hips, flexes in this way that she knows makes him groan, the way that she figured out by accident, and he later came to describe as ‘the bendy thing’ (well, that’s one of the things; she happens to be incredibly flexible, you know). They’ve really gotten this down to a science by now, they know where to touch and which way to move and when. It sounds like it would be boring, it should be boring, taking all the thrill out of discovery, but it’s not. It feels right, most of the time.

Vaguely, Meredith can hear the countdown start on the television, see the flashing lights against their skin, green and blue and purple, a sharp contrast to the reds and yellows behind her eyelids because all her nerve endings are just absolutely on fire as she comes around him, back arching and hands gripping both him and the couch cushion.

She remembers to breathe when the countdown hits twelve. She smiles at nine. At five, he’s giving her a breathy “happy new year”, and she doesn’t even see the ball drop because he’s kissing her and she’s so wrapped up in him she doesn’t even know what year it just turned.

Um...wow! I don't mind the porniness one bit. That was amazing! Exactly what I expect a MerDer new years to be like. :D

Thank you so much!

Good, I am beyond relieved about that, lol. You never know, some people aren't into it, but it's my...default with ships I'm not so used to writing (how tragic is that).

I'm glad you liked this hun! Thanks for prompting!

Porn default is a good thing, at least I think so. ;)

Thanks again!

I know this wasn't my prompt, but I read it anyway because I love Alex/Izzie. This was just so sweet. You write these two so well! :)

Ah! Loves! &hearts Thank you.

Loved it!

“I know her. Pretty girl in pediatrics. I’m surprised you haven’t slept with her.”
“I wouldn’t rule that out,”
So Alex, perfect!

Lost, Penny, mother

Hey, read away. I'm pretty much going to post a wrap up of these anyways, sometime this week.

I'm glad you liked this hun! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

I'm glad you liked it hun :) Thanks for the prompt!

I know it just...sounded like something he'd say you know. I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading!

“If I told you I was seeing people who shouldn’t really…be there, would you think I was crazy?”

It’s a valiant effort on her part, saying anything at all. It has taken her far too long to get to the point where she even felt capable of bringing it up. Of anyone he would be the one who would best understand her. He’s the least likely to leave her, to turn her over to some psych team. It’s not what she needs – it is what she can deal with.

No one knows what it’s like, but he’s as close to someone who does as she’s ever going to find.

He turns serious, suddenly, that smile (and it’s a real smile, the kind she never sees until the door is closed behind them, safety in hidden places) disappearing right along with her courage. It’s okay; when she needs him most is generally when he pulls it together. “That’s what this is about,” Alex says, calmly.

“That’s what this is about,” accompanies her exhale.

Instinct kicks in here, with his hand on her cheek, and his breath so close to her that it’s all she can feel. “It’ll be okay; we’ll figure this out,” he says (because it’s just what people say) and she tries so, so hard to believe him. To believe in him (or is it herself that she's supposed to be believing in, cause if it is they're way beyond lost causes).

I LOVE IT!. Oh, Alex! I really really hope that when it does come down to this in the show, that this is what happens!!

Brilliant!

Aw, I'm so glad hun! I'm not sure what I want to happen yet -- I guess it's easier to figure out what I don't want lol.

Thanks for the prompt!

*i am not confident with this at all -- however it's done and I tried and that's what matters right?*

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Somehow he expects her to look different. The tan fades from their skin, all of them, the ones that came back. He looks in the mirror and he sees a hollowed out, tired face that isn’t helped by his newfound pallor.

Claire looks the same as she always did. All milky, smooth skin, full of life in that way that he’s not sure he ever was – island or no island. The perfect opposite of him. It helps; he can look at her and he doesn’t see any part of himself in her. Blood is easy to ignore that way.

Jack likes to run his fingers along her skin, searching out scars that she doesn’t remember getting, something to mar perfection, something to prove that they’re all messed up, just a little. The pad of his thumb will hit a raised strip of skin along her lower abdomen, remnants of the Others and whatever it is they did, and she’ll sigh in this way that sounds like frustration mixed with need.

Those scars are the only thing different. The only telling sign.

Somehow they make him feel less like he’s destroying something beautiful, something previously good. Jack, and all his pills and his half-empty glass full of vodka or scotch or whatever’s handy, just like good old dad.

It allows him to convince himself that this is in fact akin to healing.

(His logic is flawed – then again so is everything else around here)

Well you should be confident because I really liked this. Angsty in the good way that I like. A lot. Alotalot. You are so awesome, love. Thank you!!!

Aw, yay, I'm so happy you liked it :) I really am completely out of it with Lost lately.

Thanks for prompting (and for that earlier comment which kind of...kicked my butt back in gear, probably like you knew it would)

Dude. I love your brain!
Ohh Jack he's such a mess and that line about 'just like dear old dad' is a punch right to the gut.
This is so so perfect though. You're amazing!

Edited 2008-12-18 03:22 (UTC)

lol, I'm glad someone does ;)

Yeah, that dear old dad thing kind of just came randomly -- and then worked so well in the end.

I'm glad you liked this hun!

*look at this as a testament to how much I value you hun, because these things do not come easily. set sometime in the future. hope you enjoy -- i tried*

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There isn’t any getting down on one knee. To his credit, Derek knows better than that by now. He knows she would’ve run, said no.

Instead, it’s, “you want to get married?” in such a conversational tone that if she wasn’t paying attention she probably would’ve missed it.

Meredith waits to hear him call it a Freudian slip. He never does, he isn’t even really looking at her, in the middle of cooking breakfast. “What?” comes out stammered and she doesn’t know whether to smile or frown. She settles for this look on her face that she knows can’t be all that warm or pleasant. She’s having a hard time caring.

“I just figured I’d ask.” He actually shrugs when he says it. Shrugs. This is Derek she’s talking about. It just doesn’t make sense.

“Aren’t you...isn’t this supposed to go differently?” She finally asks.

He smiles, like it’s a joke he’s in on that no one else is. “How would you like me to do it?”

“I don’t…” she has no answer for him. It’s not that she’s never thought about it, she has, but she always figured it as something she would say yes to for him. Because it would be good for them. “Are you serious?”

“Should I be?”

“Stop answering my questions with questions?”

Derek comes around from behind the stove, presses her into the counter, inches from her. That smile never leaves his face, and damn if it isn’t contagious. “Marry me?”

“Fine.” She replies, like she’s giving in, like it’s forced, but really, this is why she’s saying yes. This, all of it, proposing on a random Thursday over breakfast, with absolutely no precursor. He gets her. So she’s saying yes. “If it’s what you want,” and she’s got this stupid grin on her face and she just wishes he would kiss her, just so that she could feel like less of an idiot.

“You’re sure now? No second thoughts?” He’s purposely stalling; she hates him a little bit for it.

“I’m sure.” Meredith’s laughing as he kisses her, long and deliberate and somehow everything feels so right.

Edited 2008-12-19 02:29 (UTC)

This was so sweet! Very MerDer--no frills or anything, just something simple. Loved it! :)

You know, I just don't see Meredith as the type who does frills. She isn't the type who probably dreamed wedding dresses when she was younger -- at least not in the canon that resides in my head.

I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!

I do know how much you value me "hugs". They don't need the frills for this, there relationship has never been about them. This just seems like them. No, I don't think Mer ever really sat around and dreamnt about what her dream wedding would be like.

For someone that doesn't do Mer/Der very much you'd never know.

Some people may want the lavish dinner under the stars, this simple gesture speaks volumes!

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