fic request meme

[slybrunette]

Stealing this from [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] who has the best writing memes ever.

And yes I know I failed at fulfilling the prompts from the last go around -- I will not this time. Just watch me.

Request and I will give you at least a 100 words of fic.

FANDOM | PAIRING | AN AIRPORT | NAME OF A TELEVISION EPISODE (ANY SHOW)

(Fandoms: Lost, Grey's Anatomy, The Big Bang Theory, Dead Like Me, Oz, BSG)

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[nursebadass.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy | Cristina/Burke | Seattle-Tacoma International Airport | Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response


And I'm stealing this. And I could prompt myself with that, haha. But I'd rather see what you can do with it.

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

I hope it's worthy: *is nervous*

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This is the second time. This is the ‘brief visit’. This is called you tracked him with your eyes down hallways and into the Chief’s office and not once did you say a single word.

You shut yourself in an exam room, the one time he got too close, and Meredith pasted on a smile and went through the “how are you” and “it’s nice to see you again” and “oh, she’s not here today”.

“Maybe that’s for the best,” he’d said, Burke, Preston Burke, cardio god extraordinaire and ex-fiancé, and if you were the kind of woman who cried in closets or on cold floors, this would be as good a time as any to do it.

But you don’t. And you aren’t. And you can’t be, not for him, not for Owen, not for anyone.

Word around the hospital is he’s been here visiting a friend and he’s on the next flight out of Seattle-Tacoma.

“You should’ve said something to him,” Meredith presses, later, even if she’d been your willing accomplice and you shake your head and leave.

Even later, when Owen asks, “what is your problem?” after the fifth time you’ve snapped at him, you make damn sure you leave the hospital before he does and hopes he takes the hint.

You don’t know if he does though. You don’t know because one minute you’re driving home, and the next you’re taking an exit in the opposite direction and twenty minutes later you can see blue signs and white letters illuminated in your headlights letting you know the airports in two miles.

There’s no way you’re doing this.

And then you do.

You do, and when you get there you realize that you don’t know what his flight is or if it’s left yet, and you’re torn between wishing it has and hoping it hasn’t.

It’s not like you came here knowing what you’re going to say even if you do find him, which in a crowded airport that you’re wandering fairly aimlessly (you don’t even know where he’s heading; you can’t even rule anything out) isn’t likely. It’s not like you even realized you were going to get out of you car once you got here.

You used to know. Used to be spontaneous and make decisions and know but something’s changed in you, something’s broken, and you don’t like it or want it or know how to fix it.

But it doesn’t matter what you were going to say.

You don’t find him.

He finds you.

“Cristina?”

It’s just your name. Not shocked, not angry, not frustrated or kind. Just your name.

In the past two and a half years that you’ve had to think, a list of things you’d like to say to him was created. They ranged from ‘fuck you for leaving me’ to ‘I hate you’ to ‘I miss you’. But you were never supposed to be able to say any of those things.

Instead, you end up with this:

“I look in the mirror in the morning and sometimes I don’t know who I am. I haven’t held a heart in forever. I’m with a man I don’t understand. I used to be admired, people used to envy me, and now I’m lucky if I don’t get overlooked and end up on peds rotation.” You keep waiting for him to look away; you keep waiting for yourself to look away. But you both hold steady. “I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize myself, and I used to when you were here.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.”

His flight’s boarding. Alabama and the number on the ticket in his hand.

Burke doesn’t move.

[nursebadass.livejournal.com]

omg, I love this. It's perfect. As a matter of fact, can I pick up yours from this, haha?

[mrsfjl66.livejournal.com]

this was great. Truly! You made me miss Burke, Damn it!;)

[archibalds.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy | Alex/Meredith | LAX | "Believe me, I'm lying" (the episode title doesn't have to be the title of Grey's ep, right?)

[archibalds.livejournal.com]

Oops, I forgot to add. If it does, then "Tell Me Sweet Little Lies." Sorry about that!

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

i hope this is alright

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“She knew.”

Alex rolls his eyes at the same time as his head falls back. From experience, Meredith takes that to mean he thinks she’s either paranoid or certifiable and he’s just too tired to bother vocalizing it.

And so comes the restatement. “She knew.”

LAX bustles, full of the carefree and the tanned, headed to some island to escape what Californians must refer to as early winter – to them it’s spring, possibly even June – and it all contrasts ridiculously with their serious faces, hers from lack of sleep, his from frustration.

“Are you going to say something?”

“I think you’re losing it,” he replies, and she wishes she hadn’t asked.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Her mouth drops open, and for a moment there she’s about to unleash holy hell on him before she remembers that it’s not really him that she’s mad at. So she keeps her mouth shut and goes back to the magazine that’s full of expensive things that she can’t imagine needing let alone wanting. And Alex stews for a few moments before he says, “Fine. How does she know? Does she read minds now?”

“Because it’s Addison and she cheated on him. It’s familiar territory.” There was also a point where she’d asked Meredith if she knew what she was doing, which made sense contextually but also felt strangely loaded. There was more to it, undoubtedly. But Alex wasn’t there and he doesn’t know this and she isn’t sure he cares.

Izzie left him. He has literally nothing to lose.

She has Derek who didn’t do anything to warrant this little tryst and yet she still hasn’t managed to pull together enough resolve to call this off.

It’s not like she loves him. Not like that anyway. And it’s not like he loves her. There’s just want and need and fulfillment of both.

“She doesn’t know,” he says, firmly, and she wishes he was the type to reach for her hand right about now, for the reassurance. “And if she does she tells Shepherd, and if she doesn’t then you think she does, panic and tell Shepherd.”

“You think you have it all figured it out,” she replies, trying for doubtful even if she has a sinking feeling that he’s not entirely too far off. “And you? What do you do?”

“I’m lying.”

“You’re lying?”

“Shepherd will make my life far more miserable than yours. Believe me, I’m lying.” He shakes his head. “Self preservation, Grey; you used to have it.”

She resents that implication. “I still do.”

“Then let it go and stop trying to pretend that this is something you’re going to tell him and then laugh about in ten years, because it’s not.” Meredith wonders if the harshness, the bleakness, has something to do with experience. Sometimes she forgets that he’s been the guilty party before; he’s been down this road. It didn’t end well for him. “You want out, then get out.”

“I don’t,” she says, means it in both cases, and nudges his shoulder with her own. It’s a return to the familiar and his face softens incrementally.

They act nothing like lovers, nothing at all, and she starts to believe that maybe she’s making something out of nothing.

[foibles-fables.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy | Alex/Lexie | Seattle-Tacoma International Airport | Crash Into Me

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

forgive me, i always feel out of practice with these two

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This car is far too cramped.

She’s been in his car before, mostly years ago when Alex took her home to a house that definitely wasn’t his and pressed her into the wall across from a room that was definitely her sister’s. Later, he’d brought her home in it, and then there was the odd ride home that she’d hitch, before Mark, when she was too tired or too drunk to do it herself. Those were rare.

Maybe not as rare as this: her pressed into him, half in her seat, half moving around the console that’s situated in between them, and he’s got his hands on her, warm and spanning her back, slipped under her shirt.

Really, she’d just come here because she heard a rumor that he was getting on a plane, and Izzie was still gone and Meredith was still laid up and Reed was still too unwelcome and unfamiliar. She came because running off was a stupid plan and it was sad that no one had really bothered to remind him of that. She came because she’s Lexie and she’s got an amazing amount of empathy and she likes to think there’s some history with them, and that it means something somehow.

Apparently it must. She’d made a few comments that must’ve hit a nerve and instead of telling her off or walking away, tough to do when you’re in your own car in an airport parking lot and you’ve missed your flight by ten minutes, he’d crushed his lips to hers.

She thinks it all means the same thing: stop.

Alex is familiar, the way old lovers are, and there was always something about him that did it for her, even if the two of them wouldn’t have worked in a million years. And she knows this is wrong on the surface because she’s with Mark and he’s freaking married, but it bothers her less knowing that this comes from a place of desperation.

In the scheme of things, this is probably just one big, private ‘fuck you’ to Izzie, and she can deal with that. She can understand that and rationalize it and go with it, because they’re just making out in a car and this isn’t high school. There won’t be talk in the halls about it tomorrow and it won’t become a scandal. It just is.

“Kiss me,” she murmurs, when he pauses, giving her consent, and her hand wraps around his neck when he does, keeping him there because they might as well finish what they’ve started.

Overhead, she can hear the roar of plane engines.

[gigglemonster.livejournal.com]

Wheeeee YAY!
OKAY!

tbbt | penny/sheldon | jonesboro | momentum differed

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

Okay, the only Jonesboro airport I know of is in Arkansas. Correct? Or no? (doesn't want to screw this up)

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

hello unexpected established relationship

---

“I fail to see how it is that we ended up in Arkansas.”

Penny doesn’t answer him, instead pulling him along behind her, hand on his wrist because hand-holding is foreign to him and at least he’s familiar with being dragged. Despite the fact that it’s after eight at night, they’ve got a flight in three hours-- red eye -- and she’s going to need coffee to cope with that. As for him, well, she’s crossing her fingers that he passes out on the plane but knows the likelihood of that occurring, due to his vast issues with air travel, is slim to none.

Maybe she’ll get lucky.

“Apparently neither do you.”

She huffs a breath, both at his comment and the line at the small coffee place in the airport. They aren’t the only ones gearing up for a late-night flight. “Sheldon, honey, how many times do we have to go through this? They diverted us because of bad weather.”

“It is not the reason for the diversion that I am unclear about. It’s the choice of location.” In that respect, he has the makings of a point. Even though it’s only the next state over. But she doesn’t get a chance to even come up with a reply, before he starts up again. “And could you please restrain yourself from such frequent use of terms of endearment as a way to be condescending.”

“It’s not…” she stops herself. Really, it is. Habit, she decides.

“Penny, honey,” he mimics, perfectly, and her thoughts come to a quick halt. That’s not a word he uses unless he’s putting it in his tea, and she knows he’s mocking her but it still comes as a shock to her system. A strange shock. Sheldon, however, is just as oblivious as normal, and manages to mistake her reaction as one of disgust or possibly contempt. “You see my point.”

She bites back the ‘no, Sheldon, as usual we are on completely different planes of existence’ or some variation of it, in favor of not having this discussion at all. “Fine, Sheldon,” there’s extra emphasis on his name now, “I’ll just stick with your name.”

He smiles, genuine, when he says, “Thank you, Penny.”

There’s a beat where she lets him savor that supposed win. Long enough for them to move up in the coffee line that only she really needs to be in. And then, “Or, you know, Moonpie.”

Penny looks away before he can fix her with the glare to end all glares, and she lets him do it until the point where he’s on the hairy edge of doing that twitching thing. Then she turns her eyes back on him, combats his glare with her one-hundred watt smile and internally rejoices when the glare starts to fade in intensity.

It’s moments like these, when she remembers that she has some level of power over him that no one else does, that make up for some of the ridiculousness of being in a relationship with a man who has the barest understanding of emotions and only a slightly better understanding of social practices and behaviors.

In line, six people from the front, she allows her caffeine-deprived, jet-lagged self to lean against him, as subtly as possible, and counts to three while he stiffens and then relaxes against her, a hand tentatively coming to rest on her back as she sighs.

[darsfebruary.livejournal.com]

Grey's, Callie and Cristina, Charles de Gaulle, "Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics."


FUN.

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

For curiousity's sake: Is that title from The West Wing?

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

written before Thursday's ep, therefore ignores anything from that ep. i really hope this is okay. i feel horribly out of practice when it comes to writing callie.

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“Isn’t it supposed to be the city of love or whatever?”

Callie’s shoulder bumps the elevator wall of the Hyatt Regency; the several floor descent reminding her of Seattle, overly familiar and comforting. “City of lights,” she corrects, gripping the handle of her luggage.

“Whatever, it can be both. I’m just wondering why I’m here and not Arizona.”

Over the course of the four days that they’ve spent here, Callie’s often wondered the exact same thing. The roommates thing works fine because they stay out of each other’s way with fairly little effort; however this, hanging around at a medical conference for a few days in Paris, was not working. “Because it was an Ortho conference and she’s the head of Peds.”

Cristina frowns, something Callie only notices out of the corner of her eye. “Nothing in that sentence was about me.”

“Okay, you’re my roommate. My roommate who’s into cardio, not that it really matters since there’s no head of cardio for you to follow to the cardio conferences. So there’s this, and it’s surgery, and you really can’t be picky.” The elevator dings, finally, and she takes a breath as she steps out.

Cristina follows, a step behind her, and they’re through the lobby doors and inside a cab headed for the airport before she seems to come up with a reply.

“The woman with the shepherd’s crook deformity and hypophosphatasia, where they did the sub-trochanteric osteotomy,” Cristina lists off as though she’s reading from a script; someone had definitely been paying attention to the various rare cases that had been brought up, “that was interesting.”

Callie smiles; she thinks that might mean ‘thank you’.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

lost, jack/sun, montréal-trudeau, black blizzard

[beerbad.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy | Meredith/Lexie | Logan Airport | "Band-Aid Covers the Bullet Hole"

[darkandtwisty02.livejournal.com]

Meredith/Derek/Chicago-Ohare Airport/Losing my Religion

(nothing sad please)

I've had enough sad for the week!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_takemeaway_/]

Grey's | Alex/Izzie | Des Moines International Airport | "Love's Labor Lost"

[waltzmatildah.livejournal.com]

Are you still taking requests? If not, no worries, but... if you are...

Grey's Anatomy / Alex/Mer / Lisbon International Airport (Portugal) / "What Happens If I Slip? Am I Just Hanging Off A Cliff?" (Amazing Race 3)

[corleones.livejournal.com]

Grey's Anatomy | Addison/Derek | London | "Didn't We Almost Have It All?"

[bebitched.livejournal.com]

Okay, I'm really grasping at straws here, but...

Dead Like Me | Mason/George | LAX | "That'll Do Pig"
OR
Big Bang Theory | Sheldon/Penny | Dallas Fort Worth | "The Fundamental Things Apply"

[7gifts.livejournal.com]

The last paragraph made me gah too, it was adorable and makes me eager to see such affection in canon.

Totally being Oliver Twist now, is there a sequel in the works please?

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

I'm assuming your speaking of the S/P? No, there isn't a sequel planned. Only more S/P fic in general :)

[soulcop83.livejournal.com]

No cheating, just real dilemma I very much like this.