a history of violence {grey's - cristina}
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slybrunetteTitle: A History Of Violence
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Cristina. Meredith, Alex, Lexie. Comes off anti-Owen/Cristina.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,720
Warnings: Violence.
Author's Note: This is all [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s fault, literally as she was throwing ideas around last night and one of them happened to bleed with one of my own. So this is somewhat to her credit too.
Summary: Set a few weeks after 6.19 - Sympathy For The Parents. This is the wake up call. this is the alarm bells ringing, the sirens screaming, and there is no turning back.
. . .
The day he finally hauls off and hits her, it’s in the hospital.
It’s an accident. It’s always an accident. One minute, she’s gloating over the surgery she just stole out from underneath Alex, full-on mocking him about how the highlight of his day will most likely be watching her operate from the gallery if he’s not too busy doing sutures. The next, she’s on her knees on the hard linoleum floor, tasting blood.
Someone’s yelling, someone’s saying her name, someone’s crying – it takes her a moment to realize that the last one is her. It’s not something she actively feels, it’s just something that’s happening, reactionary. All she feels is pain in her lip, a soreness in her jaw, and hands on her shoulders in time with a thud a few feet from her.
The thud is Owen, hitting the floor with far more force than she had, his head turned the other way so that she can’t see if he’s conscious or not; she finds that she doesn’t care so much about which one it is right now. A glance up reveals Alex with his hand still balled into a fist by his side, eyes flashing dark and a nod in her direction that’s meant to ask if she’s okay.
“Hey,” the voice, and the hands, belongs to Lexie and she’s turning Cristina’s face to look at her, dabbing at what has to be blood on her chin. She looks panicked, throwing glances at Alex, at Owen, settling on Cristina just long enough to stumble through, “I’ll page Meredith and…and we’ll fix this. Let’s just – ”
Alex’s voice is deadly calm as he says, “He’s out.”
“Right.” Lexie offers her hands, finally wrapping them around Cristina’s arms, and Cristina lets herself be pulled up. Her mind, her energy, is elsewhere as she lets Lexie lead her into an exam room two hallways down, away from Owen and Alex and the stunned people who had come to see what the fuss was about.
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Lexie spends five minutes fixing what amounts to a split lip, telling her how much worse it could be, talking about bruising, checking to see if her jaw is dislocated (it’s not) or if she chipped a tooth (she didn’t) like if she stops moving then she might freak out. Or freak out more.
It makes Cristina want to scream. It makes Cristina long for Meredith or Alex or someone who isn’t so damn sensitive and sympathetic. She lives in her head for those five minutes, processing, mapping up the moments leading up to his fist connecting with her face.
He’d been turned away from her, the line of his body tense, arms braced on a cart filled with supplies. She’d walked right up to him, without a word, a hand on his shoulder, and she was on the floor before she could register the mix of emotions on his face.
She’d flinched, in the kitchen, weeks ago, a frying pan and the noise that made her ears ring and her blood run cold. It was a sign. A sign that everything wasn’t okay but she’d gotten too good at lying to herself and let it go. Let him say he would see Dr. Wyatt and then never schedule the appointment.
She let it go and now she’s paying for her mistake.
Meredith bursts through the door, letting it slam behind her, startling Lexie, and her voice is high and loud, “What the hell is going on?”
Lexie stumbles through the first syllable of about ten different words and Cristina locks eyes with her best friend from across the room. She doesn’t look away, makes no attempt to hide the swelling of her lip.
“Did he do this to you?” Meredith’s looking at her like she already knows the answer, like she’s just preparing to build steam. Cristina knows exactly what she would do to Derek if the situation were reversed and, by the intensity in Meredith’s eyes, she can tell the same plans are being made by the other woman. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Get in line,” Cristina remarks, the first thing she’s said since she got in here, and she’s just now noticing the way her tongue stings. She must’ve bit it, pretty hard too.
Meredith shoots a questioning look in her sister’s direction, which is met with a nervous wringing of her hands and, “Alex knocked him out cold. It was kind of…amazing really.” And the whole hero worship thing that’s adding to whatever thing Lexie already has for Alex is just really not working for her right now. Lexie can deem it heroics but Cristina knows what it is. It’s instinct. It’s a guy who watched his mother get beat up on a regular basis until he finally took his father out. It’s an ex-wrestler who still remembers how to throw a punch, how to channel his anger, residual or not.
It was helpful and she might even thank him for it one of these days, but it certainly wasn’t heroic.
“I don’t know where he is,” Lexie finally adds. Meredith stares and she picks up the hint after a few seconds. “But I can go find out.”
Meredith waits until the door is closed before she says anything else. It’s the same reason Cristina’s been relatively quiet. She’s only going to talk about this with Meredith. She’s not going to have people ask her if she’s okay every time they see her and they’re not going to ask her about her feelings or what she’s going to do. She’s going to have this conversation once and then it’s going to be done with.
“You have to leave him.”
And it’s out there. No beating around the bush. No more ‘it was just the one time’ or ‘it’ll get better eventually’. It was not just one time and it isn’t getting better. It’s getting worse. And no guy is worth getting socked in the face for.
She is Cristina Yang and she has always prided herself on putting herself and her career first, above relationships, above just about anything else. She is no one’s punching bag – literally or metaphorically.
“You have to leave him,” Meredith repeats, more emphatically, eyes almost pleading with her.
Cristina swallows. Remembers hands around her throat. Breathes deep. “I know.”
“This can’t happen again. I don’t care what he says or what Dr. Wyatt says. This is over.” She steps closer, puts a hand along Cristina’s cheek, tilts her head so that she can see the damage better. It’s minimal, considering. It could be worse. Lexie’s repetition of that statement had been annoying but it was also true. Next time could be worse, and that’s why there could be no more next time.
They say you’re supposed to stay with people through these things. Go through the hard times together. She doesn’t have it in her to stick around, and she doesn’t know if that makes her stronger or weaker for it.
“Cristina?”
“Meredith, I knew that the minute I hit the floor, okay. I’m not the battered woman who makes excuses.” She sighs, braces her hands against the edge of the table underneath her. “I’m done and there’s nothing he can say to change my mind.”
“Okay.” Her hand hasn’t left her cheek and her free hand is one the table, next to Cristina’s, and she knows Meredith’s itching to hug her, holding back because she knows that this is Cristina and they are not those people. “Okay. You should go home. Or you can stay with me tonight.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not going home. I have a job to do. I didn’t steal a surgery out from under Alex for nothing.” Cristina can feel the life returning to her voice, can feel the pain subsiding from whatever Lexie gave her. “Derek’s going to send him home anyways. He’s a liability. If he did that to me, he could do the same to a patient.”
“Right. Of course he will.” Meredith breathes deep, finally drops her hand from Cristina’s face, letting it mirror the position of her other hand. “Can I do anything for you?”
It’s an easy decision. “No. I want to go check on my patient and do this surgery.”
“But you’ll come stay with me tonight? Just to make sure he doesn’t come try to beg his way back tonight.”
“If you’ve got the tequila – ”
Meredith laughs, lighthearted or close enough to it. “Do I ever.” Her eyes turn serious again, even when her lips are still stretched into a smile. “I’m here if you want to talk. Just page me.”
Cristina doesn’t answer. She doesn’t need to. Instead, she steps down from the exam table, catching a quick glimpse of her reflection to make sure she looks okay. She does. Her eyes aren’t red-rimmed, the lip is swollen but the bleeding has stopped, and aside from being a little disheveled she’s fine. She can do this.
She can be this person. The person who functioned perfectly fine on her own, who treated relationships as something that was fun at the time and nothing more, who immersed herself in her job.
She can leave him and move on.
There is no other option.
When she walks out the door she puts on an air of confidence, feels resolve build with each step, and Meredith’s eyes burn into her back but she says nothing.
Tonight there will be discussion, brought on by too much tequila and generally centered around the theme of ‘men suck’, even with Meredith’s post-it husband waiting for her upstairs and Alex finding his way home from the bar late. Tomorrow she’ll dump Owen, kick him out the apartment, ignore all the pleas and apologies he throws her way with the kind of mental fortitude that she hasn’t been able to muster around him in too long.
Today, there is this. There is surgery and labs and her hands this close to a human heart. Everything else will have to wait.
(It’s the freest she’s felt in years).
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: Cristina. Meredith, Alex, Lexie. Comes off anti-Owen/Cristina.
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,720
Warnings: Violence.
Author's Note: This is all [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]'s fault, literally as she was throwing ideas around last night and one of them happened to bleed with one of my own. So this is somewhat to her credit too.
Summary: Set a few weeks after 6.19 - Sympathy For The Parents. This is the wake up call. this is the alarm bells ringing, the sirens screaming, and there is no turning back.
. . .
The day he finally hauls off and hits her, it’s in the hospital.
It’s an accident. It’s always an accident. One minute, she’s gloating over the surgery she just stole out from underneath Alex, full-on mocking him about how the highlight of his day will most likely be watching her operate from the gallery if he’s not too busy doing sutures. The next, she’s on her knees on the hard linoleum floor, tasting blood.
Someone’s yelling, someone’s saying her name, someone’s crying – it takes her a moment to realize that the last one is her. It’s not something she actively feels, it’s just something that’s happening, reactionary. All she feels is pain in her lip, a soreness in her jaw, and hands on her shoulders in time with a thud a few feet from her.
The thud is Owen, hitting the floor with far more force than she had, his head turned the other way so that she can’t see if he’s conscious or not; she finds that she doesn’t care so much about which one it is right now. A glance up reveals Alex with his hand still balled into a fist by his side, eyes flashing dark and a nod in her direction that’s meant to ask if she’s okay.
“Hey,” the voice, and the hands, belongs to Lexie and she’s turning Cristina’s face to look at her, dabbing at what has to be blood on her chin. She looks panicked, throwing glances at Alex, at Owen, settling on Cristina just long enough to stumble through, “I’ll page Meredith and…and we’ll fix this. Let’s just – ”
Alex’s voice is deadly calm as he says, “He’s out.”
“Right.” Lexie offers her hands, finally wrapping them around Cristina’s arms, and Cristina lets herself be pulled up. Her mind, her energy, is elsewhere as she lets Lexie lead her into an exam room two hallways down, away from Owen and Alex and the stunned people who had come to see what the fuss was about.
-
Lexie spends five minutes fixing what amounts to a split lip, telling her how much worse it could be, talking about bruising, checking to see if her jaw is dislocated (it’s not) or if she chipped a tooth (she didn’t) like if she stops moving then she might freak out. Or freak out more.
It makes Cristina want to scream. It makes Cristina long for Meredith or Alex or someone who isn’t so damn sensitive and sympathetic. She lives in her head for those five minutes, processing, mapping up the moments leading up to his fist connecting with her face.
He’d been turned away from her, the line of his body tense, arms braced on a cart filled with supplies. She’d walked right up to him, without a word, a hand on his shoulder, and she was on the floor before she could register the mix of emotions on his face.
She’d flinched, in the kitchen, weeks ago, a frying pan and the noise that made her ears ring and her blood run cold. It was a sign. A sign that everything wasn’t okay but she’d gotten too good at lying to herself and let it go. Let him say he would see Dr. Wyatt and then never schedule the appointment.
She let it go and now she’s paying for her mistake.
Meredith bursts through the door, letting it slam behind her, startling Lexie, and her voice is high and loud, “What the hell is going on?”
Lexie stumbles through the first syllable of about ten different words and Cristina locks eyes with her best friend from across the room. She doesn’t look away, makes no attempt to hide the swelling of her lip.
“Did he do this to you?” Meredith’s looking at her like she already knows the answer, like she’s just preparing to build steam. Cristina knows exactly what she would do to Derek if the situation were reversed and, by the intensity in Meredith’s eyes, she can tell the same plans are being made by the other woman. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Get in line,” Cristina remarks, the first thing she’s said since she got in here, and she’s just now noticing the way her tongue stings. She must’ve bit it, pretty hard too.
Meredith shoots a questioning look in her sister’s direction, which is met with a nervous wringing of her hands and, “Alex knocked him out cold. It was kind of…amazing really.” And the whole hero worship thing that’s adding to whatever thing Lexie already has for Alex is just really not working for her right now. Lexie can deem it heroics but Cristina knows what it is. It’s instinct. It’s a guy who watched his mother get beat up on a regular basis until he finally took his father out. It’s an ex-wrestler who still remembers how to throw a punch, how to channel his anger, residual or not.
It was helpful and she might even thank him for it one of these days, but it certainly wasn’t heroic.
“I don’t know where he is,” Lexie finally adds. Meredith stares and she picks up the hint after a few seconds. “But I can go find out.”
Meredith waits until the door is closed before she says anything else. It’s the same reason Cristina’s been relatively quiet. She’s only going to talk about this with Meredith. She’s not going to have people ask her if she’s okay every time they see her and they’re not going to ask her about her feelings or what she’s going to do. She’s going to have this conversation once and then it’s going to be done with.
“You have to leave him.”
And it’s out there. No beating around the bush. No more ‘it was just the one time’ or ‘it’ll get better eventually’. It was not just one time and it isn’t getting better. It’s getting worse. And no guy is worth getting socked in the face for.
She is Cristina Yang and she has always prided herself on putting herself and her career first, above relationships, above just about anything else. She is no one’s punching bag – literally or metaphorically.
“You have to leave him,” Meredith repeats, more emphatically, eyes almost pleading with her.
Cristina swallows. Remembers hands around her throat. Breathes deep. “I know.”
“This can’t happen again. I don’t care what he says or what Dr. Wyatt says. This is over.” She steps closer, puts a hand along Cristina’s cheek, tilts her head so that she can see the damage better. It’s minimal, considering. It could be worse. Lexie’s repetition of that statement had been annoying but it was also true. Next time could be worse, and that’s why there could be no more next time.
They say you’re supposed to stay with people through these things. Go through the hard times together. She doesn’t have it in her to stick around, and she doesn’t know if that makes her stronger or weaker for it.
“Cristina?”
“Meredith, I knew that the minute I hit the floor, okay. I’m not the battered woman who makes excuses.” She sighs, braces her hands against the edge of the table underneath her. “I’m done and there’s nothing he can say to change my mind.”
“Okay.” Her hand hasn’t left her cheek and her free hand is one the table, next to Cristina’s, and she knows Meredith’s itching to hug her, holding back because she knows that this is Cristina and they are not those people. “Okay. You should go home. Or you can stay with me tonight.”
She shakes her head. “I’m not going home. I have a job to do. I didn’t steal a surgery out from under Alex for nothing.” Cristina can feel the life returning to her voice, can feel the pain subsiding from whatever Lexie gave her. “Derek’s going to send him home anyways. He’s a liability. If he did that to me, he could do the same to a patient.”
“Right. Of course he will.” Meredith breathes deep, finally drops her hand from Cristina’s face, letting it mirror the position of her other hand. “Can I do anything for you?”
It’s an easy decision. “No. I want to go check on my patient and do this surgery.”
“But you’ll come stay with me tonight? Just to make sure he doesn’t come try to beg his way back tonight.”
“If you’ve got the tequila – ”
Meredith laughs, lighthearted or close enough to it. “Do I ever.” Her eyes turn serious again, even when her lips are still stretched into a smile. “I’m here if you want to talk. Just page me.”
Cristina doesn’t answer. She doesn’t need to. Instead, she steps down from the exam table, catching a quick glimpse of her reflection to make sure she looks okay. She does. Her eyes aren’t red-rimmed, the lip is swollen but the bleeding has stopped, and aside from being a little disheveled she’s fine. She can do this.
She can be this person. The person who functioned perfectly fine on her own, who treated relationships as something that was fun at the time and nothing more, who immersed herself in her job.
She can leave him and move on.
There is no other option.
When she walks out the door she puts on an air of confidence, feels resolve build with each step, and Meredith’s eyes burn into her back but she says nothing.
Tonight there will be discussion, brought on by too much tequila and generally centered around the theme of ‘men suck’, even with Meredith’s post-it husband waiting for her upstairs and Alex finding his way home from the bar late. Tomorrow she’ll dump Owen, kick him out the apartment, ignore all the pleas and apologies he throws her way with the kind of mental fortitude that she hasn’t been able to muster around him in too long.
Today, there is this. There is surgery and labs and her hands this close to a human heart. Everything else will have to wait.
(It’s the freest she’s felt in years).
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Date: 2010-04-02 08:59 pm (UTC)Do you have any other Cristina fic suggestions?
PS - I loved this and find it very inspiring.
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Date: 2010-04-02 10:01 pm (UTC)As far as fic suggestions, I don't have specific fic suggestions but you might want to try [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] (whose fic is at [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]). All of them do an excellent job with her from what I've seen. I'm sure I'm leaving out people but my memory often fails.
I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-05 12:55 am (UTC)Not a problem, I really enjoyed it and I would like to read more.
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Date: 2010-04-05 04:44 am (UTC)I get the feedback thing. I'm like that a lot with new things. I'm generally pretty horrible about giving feedback but I do try to catch the stuff that's on my flist when I have time.
As for suggestions, I'm unclear as to what you're looking for exactly, but am totally game to help in any way if you need it. I've also been told I'm a fairly good cheerleader as well ;)
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Date: 2010-04-05 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-02 09:06 pm (UTC)What I'm trying to say with thie insane ramble: This story is awesome! :-)
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Date: 2010-04-02 10:02 pm (UTC)She should leave him. I've been singing that tune since the beginning of the season. It's not a healthy relationship at all and the more I see of him, the less sympathy I have for him. It's getting ridiculous.
Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2010-04-02 09:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-02 10:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-02 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 12:05 am (UTC)(I have the beginnings of couch porn, btw, and I will finish this weekend, for serious)
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 05:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 01:18 pm (UTC)Loved this, it's really amazing. :)
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Date: 2010-04-03 05:57 pm (UTC)And hey, I can't leave Alex out of anything can I? He's my boy.
I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-03 04:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 05:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2010-04-03 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-03 06:16 pm (UTC)Anyways, I'm thrilled that you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing hun!
:)
Date: 2010-04-03 06:56 pm (UTC)Reading this, I could see it playing out in front of me. One of my old favorite things about fanfiction was that I could still be immersed in their world even when I was unable to watch the show. Thank you for reminding of that.
You did a great job in my opinion. I hope to read more from you in the future.
:)
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:32 pm (UTC)I'm glad you enjoyed this!
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Date: 2010-04-04 06:01 am (UTC)Great job! :)
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:37 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-04 03:55 pm (UTC)what part of that episode made you think owen is on parr with a wife beater,
the part were he threw the pan in the sink,? or the part when he was horrified that cristina was scared of him and imediatly agreed to go back to therepy ?
Owen is ill yes and he was a jerk in the episode but he's no abuser
you want ot talk about an abuser lets talk about Burke and his emotional abuse towards Cristina
thorwing her off surgurys when she made him mad,
slamming doors in her face,
Blaming her for his hand trmmors when she risked eveything for him
Bullying her onto all the things he wanted never even thinking what she might want.
That is an abuser the worst kind.
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Date: 2010-04-04 04:19 pm (UTC)Secondly, this is a work of fiction. Fiction written specifically for a friend. I'm not calling it the most realistic thing I've ever written, in fact, I'm pushing the boundaries here. Probably by a lot.
Grey's is a show that hasn't made much attempt to be realistic. They're PTSD storyline, in my opinion, is very poorly handled. I'm not calling Owen a wife-beater. I'm not calling him an abuser. I'm calling it an accident. I'm calling him remorseful after the fact. I made no accusations about him being the worst person in the world, I'm saying that these things happen and, at this point of time, this relationship isn't healthy at all.
I'm a Psych major in college. My end of semester paper was on PTSD. I know all about it. If you don't believe me, I can send you the paper I wrote on it that I got very high marks on it. I know the differences between it as it's portrayed here and as it is in real life. I also know that in severe cases, people have killed loved ones due to the disorder. Others have abused them, prior to getting help. I can link you to reports on that too.
And don't accuse me of not knowing what I'm talking about. What you gather from a 2,000 word story says nothing about what I know and who I am, and certainly doesn't tell you enough to tell me that I should be ashamed of myself.
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:21 am (UTC)PTSD is a real illness which real people have, they are not violant wife beatters.
PTSD and family violence are not mutually exclusive. A diagnosis of one does not preclude an individual from carrying out the other...
In addition to this, I am a clinical psychologist, and like
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Date: 2010-04-04 11:13 pm (UTC)You managed to make bad feels good (I'm not really sure I'm making any sense lol). You're very talented ^^
Is it weird to ask you if I can read your paper about PTSD ? It sounds really interesting ! (even if I'm not sure I will really get all of it, English not being my first language ... =_=)
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Date: 2010-04-04 11:23 pm (UTC)My paper is a ten page overview of PTSD. I can definitely send it to you if you want, I would just need an email address :)
And thank you very much! I'm glad you found this interesting!
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-05 04:46 am (UTC)I'm very glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing! I do appreciate it.
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Date: 2010-04-05 02:27 am (UTC)I'm so late to this party due to the easter concert trip that I was telling you about, but I'm just about all caught up now...
This fic is excellent in my opinion. Cristina's reaction was perfect, the initial shock, the 'living inside her own head' while Lexie was fussing, the declaration to Meredith that she knows it's over. All of it.
Everyone was so perfectly in character. Meredith's protective 'come stay at my house incase he tries to win you back' and Lexie's misguided hero worship of Alex (right alongside my OWN misguided hero worship of Alex!), and finally Alex's completely inappropriate but also completely Alex reaction to what happened.
You kinda beat me to the punch with this one, because I have an unfinished fic that I wrote after the initial choking storyline where Alex found out and, in the midst of his inability to do anything about the Izzie!cancer situation, went all protective and crazy on Owen's ass out of a desperate need to be in control of something. It's probably going to stay unfinished now, because this is SO much better than it was ever going to be!
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Date: 2010-04-05 04:52 am (UTC)Anyways, you don't butt into anything. Your opinions are always appreciated by me. And you're not late to any party -- every night's a party ;)
You know when you're so stunned or something major just happened and you can't talk about it for a while? Cristina kind of just did that. It certainly wasn't what I was going to do originally but she stayed quiet and who am I to fight with that. Lexie's hero worship slipped in there of it's own volition as well (and it's my worship too, clearly, lol).
Okay, now listen to me carefully:
YOU ARE GOING TO WRITE THAT DAMN FIC OR SO HELP ME I WILL GET ON A PLANE AND FORCE YOU TO. DO YOU HEAR ME?
Seriously, you can't tease me like that. Do you know how perfect that sounds? How much sense it makes, especially considering what we saw in "Invest In Love" where he stayed there with that baby because it was the only thing he could do, the only thing he could control, while everything else was falling apart. Of course he'd seek other things that he had some form of control over during the cancer storyline.
You have to write it. You HAVE to.
Anyways, I'm glad you liked this! Thanks so much for reading and reviewing hun!
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Date: 2010-04-05 11:51 pm (UTC)YOU ARE GOING TO WRITE THAT DAMN FIC OR SO HELP ME I WILL GET ON A PLANE AND FORCE YOU TO. DO YOU HEAR ME? Well, since you put it like that... I'm definitely not gonna write it, because I'd LOVE for you to jump on a plane and come visit! But, seriously... yeah, it'll probably happen today while I'm meant to be writing up a report for one of my patients! Oops.
BUT, what I actually came here for right now was to ask your permission for something. Your fic did strange things to me. So strange in fact, that I've kinda written a coda to it. From Alex's POV (naturally). It kinda swings into Alex/Cris territory but only in a fucked up ONS way and not in an 'I love you for saving me, have my babies' way... So... I guess what I'm asking is would you be offended if I posted it? I'll link to your fic (because, for starters, mine will make ZERO sense without it), but if you don't want me to, I'm perfectly happy with that. It's for a prompt fill for Jer, so if you'd rather, I can just send it to her and not post it publicly.
Anyway, let me know. It's not quite finished so feel free to have a think about it first...
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Date: 2010-04-06 01:14 am (UTC)Hun, I'd love to jump on a plane and come visit, believe me, but my bank account would hate me lol. I do really want to see that fic though. A LOT.
You have my permission, completely. Also my utter joy because it sounds AWESOME. You must post it.
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Date: 2010-04-06 03:06 am (UTC)So basically? A perfect Christina. I really liked this!
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Date: 2010-04-06 11:11 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-06 09:17 am (UTC)Just wow. I am an Owen- fan, at least the Owen of s5 and not the weird thing that is him now in s6, and I love how you write this, how you deal with an issue that might just become reality * after having read up on PTSD and refreshed my memory from all those neuropsych- classes :P*...
For the sake of my ship *C/O of s5, not s6, I am adamant about this :P*, I hope that he does schedule an appointment, because I cannot bear to see Cristina get hurt again by a man that she is devoted to *thanks to Owen, I am now a Cristina- fan*...
Uhm, I did not want to ramble this much... Just wanted to say that I love this fic, and the friendship and bond that it is showing... I love the Alex of this season, because he has grown so protective of them, and I would love to read about his reaction to the choking, even if it was belated, since he had his hands full with Izzie when it happened... This is a beautiful portrayal of their friendship, and you have the characters spot on...
Thank you so much for writing this :)
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Date: 2010-04-06 11:15 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-06 07:25 pm (UTC)Loved it! <3
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Date: 2010-04-06 11:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-06 10:36 pm (UTC)Cristina's initial shock and She lives in her head for those five minutes, processing, mapping up the moments leading up to his fist connecting with her face. but then “I’m not going home. I have a job to do. I didn’t steal a surgery out from under Alex for nothing.” -- just perfect - really shows her resilience and determination.
Today, there is this. There is surgery and labs and her hands this close to a human heart. Everything else will have to wait. -- Perfect Cristina again :)
This really hit a chord with me because it is genuinely something I can see happening after last week's episode. I liked how realistically the whole situation was written and that Alex was the one to give Owen what for! Absolutely loved this - I wish I could leave a more deserving comment (I'm blaming the Easter eggs!)
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Date: 2010-04-06 11:23 pm (UTC)As an Alex fan -- and knowing his background -- there really was no question in my mind who would be giving him that what for, lol.
I'm glad you liked this! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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Date: 2010-04-26 12:26 am (UTC)no subject
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