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04 November 2007 @ 08:06 pm
AS 4.05, Act One  
I'm a slow-poke.

I admit it.

Y'all have patience in your hearts for staying with me so long, I gotta say.  But once my personal work-related nonsense is better-scheduled...I promise I'll be more forthcoming...

Plus there's some great stuff coming from the other amazing writers...lots of fun...

So please enjoy the first act of...

When Love and Hate Collide (Part Two)  (PG-13)

Written by Tom Beaumont

What's So Funny (About Peace, Love and Understanding)

Richard Webber had been a doctor for nearly two-thirds of his life by now.   A surgeon for almost that entire time.  A great surgeon, really, for most of that, and that wasn't just an ego-trip.  He knew he was great.  His talent was clear.  And Mrs. Webber's son had been taught to stay humble from an early age, so even with his pride clearly in check, he still felt the swell of it most days, deep within.  As Chief of Surgery at Seattle Grace Hospital for several years, he’d earned the respect and trust of his colleagues, whether peer or superior, polished raw talents into skilled professionals, and managed to juggle multiple gargantuan egos in a department that often strained to contain them.

He was confident in his belief that he was better at the job than his predecessor.  And even more confident that he was better than his predecessor’s predecessor.

So it was a shock to his system to see the remnants of a free-for-all in his waiting room, something, which indeed, hadn’t ever happened under this roof, whether it was his or someone else’s.  The bodies were strewn about the tile: three attendings, a resident, and one unconscious behemoth.  And standing over the occasionally groaning mass, a hardback book clutched in his trembling hands, was Doctor George O’Malley, the person he would have previously considered least likely to stop a brawl with brute force.

For a second, Webber considered the possibility that O’Malley had snapped.

Well, maybe not for the whole second.

After a good twenty minutes of running the hospital in search of her, Alex found Addison in the last place he would have expected – a Pit exam room with her ex-husband, shining a penlight in his eyes, while Derek held an ice pack on his face.  “What happened?” Alex asked.

“Derek here decided to stop a truck with his lower lip,” Addison said, with a chipper sarcasm.

“Har-har,” Derek replied.  “I’m fine, you know,” he said to her, removing the ice pack from his swollen lip.  “If anyone would know if I had a concussion, it would be me.”

“You went lights out after one punch,” Addison replied.  “I wouldn’t trust your medical opinion right now if I were you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Derek grumbled.  “What is it, Karev?”

“I told Heather,” he said, a hint of resignation in his tone.

Derek noticed Addison bite her lip.  “You okay?” he asked.

Addison sighed.  “Complications during surgery to repair her shoulder,” she said.  “She lost her baby.”

“I’m sorry,” Derek replied.  His voice was soft and genuine.

Addison’s eyes warmed in appreciation, then as she studied the bruising on his face, she asked Alex,  “How’s she doing?”

“Well, that’s the thing,” Alex said. “She kept asking about the baby.  Again and again.”

“Even after you told her?” Addison asked.

“Yeah,” Alex said.  “I thought she was having some kind of mental break.  But then she said the baby’s name. Trevor.”

Addison was stunned.  “Trevor?”

“What’s wrong with that?” Derek asked.

Addison frowned.  “Heather had a girl.”  She turned her full attention to her resident.  “Karev, call the paramedics that brought her in, right now.”

Cristina’s jaw had hit the floor and bounced back up, but not very far.  “Bambi did what?”

Meredith still looked shell-shocked, stirring sugar into her coffee absent-mindedly.  “I know.  It’s – it sounds ridiculous.  But I watched the whole thing.”

“And this lunatic laid out Derek and Sloan and - ”

“Callie.  Yeah.  This guy was on a rampage.”  Meredith’s face had the hint of a smile.  “Izzie was – fierce.  Before she nearly had her leg snapped like a toothpick by the creep.  And then George, out of nowhere - well, you had to see it.”

“I guess so.”  Cristina shook her head.  “So they’re both toast, huh?”

“Cristina,” Meredith frowned.
“You don’t hit people when you’re a doctor, Meredith – no matter what,” Cristina replied.  “It’s one of the big rules.”

“I know that.”  Meredith sat back.  “It was just - I still cannot believe I saw what I saw.  That George – our George - could ever – you know - ”

“Knock a man unconscious?” Cristina asked.

“Without the help of general anesthesia?  No, never.”  Meredith shook her head in disbelief.  “Especially this man.  He was a mad bull.”

“I have to admit,” Cristina said, “I wish I would’ve seen it.”  Then she smiled faintly.  “Twenty bucks says Bambi’s getting canned before six p.m.”

Meredith was aghast.  “Six p.m.?”

“What, you’re thinking later?” Cristina frowned.  “I don’t know about that – I mean, the Chief might want to avoid a scene, but - ”

“That’s a horrible thing to bet on.  He’s our friend.”

Cristina looked Meredith dead in the eye.  “Yes.  Yes, he is.  And he did something incredibly stupid.  You wish he didn’t, I wish he didn’t – but he did.  Unfortunately for him - and his career, whatever might be left of it.”  She blinked a little, like she was adjusting the curtain around her emotions.  “It’s a shame.  He’s a decent surgeon.”

Meredith chewed on her lower lip.  “And what about Izzie?”

Cristina’s brow furrowed.  “I honestly don’t know.  What time is it now?”

“Oww,” Izzie groaned as an ortho resident studied her ankle, and Callie studied her.

“You kicked a man,” Callie said.

“Yes,” Izzie replied.  The resident lifted and rotated her swollen foot.  “That’s a little – OW!  Watch it!” she cried.

“You kicked a man – to help me,” Callie said.  “Not once, but twice.”
“Did you want me to let him do whatever he was going to do?” Izzie said, through gritted teeth.

“You are a surgical resident, Stevens.  Not Buffy the Vampire Slayer or that Alias chick, whatever her name was.”

“Sydney Bristow,” Izzie replied, then barked a pained laugh.  “Didn’t realize you had such a fondness for action heroines.”

“This would be a bad time to try bonding with me,” Callie replied.  “You are in serious trouble, don’t you get that?”

“Yes, I do.”

Callie looked at the ortho resident.  “Go find us a wheelchair.  She needs to get taken to x-ray.”

The resident nodded, and quick-marched himself out of the exam room.

The dark-haired doctor waited for the door to close, then looked at the blonde.  “It might be a good idea to start thinking about what you’re going to say to the Chief,” Callie said.

“About what?” Izzie asked, sucking air through her teeth.

Callie was thunderstruck at Izzie’s reaction. “You kicked a man.”

“Are we starting the conversation again?” Izzie asked.

“No one thought to call security,” Callie said.

“Well, yes, but – ”

“But what?”

“They weren’t going to get there in time,” Izzie said.

Callie folded her arms.  “You know that for a fact.”

“Yes, I do.   That creep had you by the scalp, and he intended to do as much damage as he could.  If that meant beating you beyond all recognition, I think he would have.”  Izzie swallowed hard.  “I know he would have.  I did what I thought had to be done.”

“So you kicked a man in the back?  Put yourself in harm’s way?”

“To save a life,” Izzie said.  “Your life.”

“And it could cost you your career, Stevens.” Callie sighed, and her abdominal muscles reminded her of their ordeal that day.  The pain wasn't horrible, but it still surprised her a bit.   “Your.  Career.”

“I did what I did,” Izzie said firmly.  “I’m not denying it, I’m not hiding from it.”  She set her jaw.  “And if I had to do it again, I would." 

"Really?" Callie asked.

Izzie nodded.  "Without hesitation,” she said.

George sat cross-legged on the floor of the intern’s locker room, his head in his hands.  When he spoke, it was in a small, shriveled voice.  “I’m screwed.  So completely and utterly – “

“Screwed, yes,” Lexie said from her seat on the bench over him.  “You know, I’ve already heard this speech today.  Not from you, but still.”

“Funny,” George said.  “Very funny.  You do get that I’m – you know.”

“Yes, George,” she said.  “Do you want me to get the firing squad now?  Maybe let the undertaker know what color you'd like for a coffin lining?”

"My life's in the toilet and you make jokes about it."  He gnashed his teeth. 

"You're being ridiculous, you know that?"

“Ridiculous?  You know what's ridiculous?  Me.  Me still being here."  George snorted.  "I failed my intern exam.  Failed it.  But did I take that as a sign that I needed to give up?  No.  Not me.  I gotta get back on the horse - you know, the horse that hates me - "

"I could think of other horse-related things you remind me of," Lexie said.

"The signs were all over the place, but I didn't pay any attention.  I failed my family this year, with my dad dying the way he did, and me not being able to do anything about it.  I fell in love - and sex - with my best friend, which simultaneously ruined my marriage, and demolished the strongest relationship I've ever had with anyone ever.  I had one thing left – the promise of a surgical career – and I get a 'how did that happen' second chance at maybe having that finally come together – and boom! – ”

“ – literally – ” Lexie chimed.

“ – I lay waste to that, too,” he said glumly.  “I’m totally and completely screwed.”

Lexie had heard enough.  More than enough, in fact.  Her voice was strong and stern.  “For starters, you had no control over your dad’s death.  None.  So you don’t get to blame yourself.  It wasn’t your fault that it happened.  Just like it wasn’t my fault that – that my – ”  Lexie took a moment, then started in again. “The being in love with your best friend thing?  Aww, poor Georgie, such a shame that you discovered that you aren’t married to the one woman on Earth who actually gets you and loves you and wants you for who you are, not who you might be, before you’ve maybe had a couple of kids, and spent ten years of misery with her, pretending that it’s love for everyone else’s benefit.”  She took a breath, and noticed that George was listening.  So she decided to close the deal.  “You hit a guy in the face with a book, George.  A guy who was threatening people’s very lives.  A guy who had no conscience about what he was doing.  A guy whose actions weren’t just inappropriate or illegal, but potentially lethal to more than one person that you care about.”  She stopped for a moment to let her words sink in.  “You stopped a bad guy today.”

George exhaled.  “I know, Lexie.  I know all of it.” 

She narrowed her gaze at him.  “Then what’s this moping about?”

His tongue darted out, touching his dry lips.  “Because I'm tired of all the crap.  I'm tired of failing.  I'm tired of being passive and genteel and...."  He looked at Lexie.   "I want to start fresh.  And I'm deathly afraid that today was the day that I got the chance.”

Bailey’s exhaustion was overwhelming.  She shuffled down the hallway and stepped toward an on-call room.  She was at the door when she noticed the man sitting on the floor in the darkened room, his face blank.

Emotion ebbed through her again, this time blended with a bit of hot anger, and she tamped her feelings down so she could open the door.  “Sir?” she asked.

Chad’s eyes were red-rimmed.  “I overslept.  Today of all days.”

“That happens,” she said.

“My alarm clock went off, and I hit the snooze button.  And I overslept.  When I realized that I was late…”  Chad sobbed.  “Why – why didn’t I just take him?  I could’ve – so many times.”

Bailey felt a cold rush of panic. “Sir?”

Chad didn’t seem to hear her.  “I knew Erik would be flipping out, so I was driving as fast as I could to get over there, and – and – by the time I got there – it was too late - he – he was – oh, I’m so sorry...” he said, his words flooding with his pained emotion.

Bailey tried to get the man’s attention.  “What are you saying, sir?”

“…I’m so sorry…” he cried, clutching at himself, tears soaking his cheeks.  “I’m so sorry, Trevor…”

Continued in Act Two...
fireflowersunflowerqueen on November 5th, 2007 03:40 am (UTC)
So glad to see you were able to find the time to update,Tom. And a great update at that. Interesting connection with the Trevor thing...can't wait to see how that plays out...*nods*
Tom_Beaumont_On_LJtombeaumontonlj on November 5th, 2007 05:23 am (UTC)
Most welcome, Your Highness...

The Trevor storyline is going to be quite interesting for a lot of the characters...and for some, rather life-altering...
jherek01 on November 5th, 2007 01:22 pm (UTC)
Great opening act, Tom. I love the interaction between Lexie and George, something I think has been sorely missing since the premiere. Can't wait for more.
Tom_Beaumont_On_LJtombeaumontonlj on November 5th, 2007 06:57 pm (UTC)
Thanks a lot!

And I agree...I kinda want those two to be more involved with each other - not involved-involved, you know...and every one of us writers, I think, finds them a great pair to write for...

I know where this story's going, so I think you'll enjoy the progression....

Again, thanks for checking it out!
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