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[xChampagneMamix] george o'malley || my heart beats for you

"And then I banged her."

You roll your eyes at your best friend. You don't know why you're surprised that that was the story. It was such an Alex Karev ending.

"You're a sicko," you say matter-of-factly, biting into a carrot stick.

"Hey!" cries Alex. "Don't hate on me because I got some." Everyone at your lunch table chuckles.

"(Y/N) could get some if she wanted," says Jackson, crunching through a bag of chips. "She's hot."

"Ugh, shut up," you laugh. "And that story was pointless. Alex sleeping someone isn't even newsworthy. I'm fairly certain every woman in this hospital's done it. It's practically a rite of passage."

"Yeah, everyone except the Virgin Mary," points out Christina.

April blushes red. You nudge Alex and give him your say something glare.

Alex, being the jerk he is, pipes up, "(Y/N) could sleep with the guy she likes. If she would talk to him." He shoots pointed looks at George O'Malley, who is seated across the table from you. Thankfully, the boy doesn't notice Alex's glance or your flushed face.

"Oh, honey, you need to do it," encourages Christina. "If I've learned anything from Seattle Grace Mercy Death, it's that you need to seize the moment."

You sigh and glance up at George. He watches Christina with those wide, innocent eyes. He's like a puppy. An adorable little floppy puppy that makes your insides turn to warm gooey liquids when he looks at you with his puppy eyes and you just want to cuddle with him. You huff again. You really like him, it's undeniable.

So when are you going to work up the courage to tell him?

-|-

"Guess who's not looking forward to dealing with Gary Clarke today?" George asks as the two of you walk down the halls of SGMW. You both are on Bailey's service, to your delight.

You sigh. "He's back again?"

George shrugs. "He's pissed that we killed his wife. I'd be, too."

You blow a loose strand of hair out of your face. "I get it. But there's nothing anyone can do. And he can't sue. We're covered."

George sighs in frustration. "Let's just get it over quick." He opens the door to the meeting room for you and you smile before walking in. What a gentleman. One of the many reasons your heart beats for him.

Mr. Clarke rises from his seat at the sound of you and George entering the room. He looks so much worse than the last time you saw him. His cheeks are sunken in; what's left of his sparse head of gray hair is greasy and matted. His dull eyes are darting around the room in a harried frenzy.

"Hello, Mr. Clarke," you greet, choosing your words carefully. This man gets furious easily; the last time you saw each other, he roared at you for saying "good morning." What was so good about it when you killed his wife?

This time, he summons a hollow smile. "Hello. It's a beautiful day, isn't it?"

You don't why, but there's a sour feeling in your stomach. Uncomfortably, you respond, "Yes, sir. Gorgeous."

Behind you, George takes a few steps forward, taking your side. "Would you like us to page Chief Shepherd?"

The lifeless grin is back. It makes your stomach recoil inside your chest. Something feels horribly wrong. "Please do," says Mr. Clarke quietly. "I'll need to present to him what I'm about to show you."