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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-02 20:47:00

Current mood:	amused
Entry tags:	!complete, andy gallagher, day 09, lexie grey, location: gym, open, remy lebeau

Day 9: Noon or there abouts
Who: Lexie Grey, Gambit, and OTA to anyone who wants to stop by
What: Introductions?
Where: The Gym
When: Noon or there abouts, Day 9
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

While the morning had been kind of busy (one case, lots of journal writing, and a brave Lexie nesting in a back closet); Lexie knew that nothing she had dealt with medically here could really compare to her experiences at Seattle Grace. Though, nothing she had dealt with here really compared to anything else at SGH. Back home people didn't die unless they were patients. People didn't get abducted. People didn't act insane unless someone needed to order a psych consult. In all honesty, Lexie was starting to feel like she needed a psych consult.

Opening up a questionable bottle of rubbing alcohol, Lexie set her attention to wiping down the exam area. It was a routine task, and something that needed to happen to keep the place sanitary. While she would have never had to do it back home, finding herself in the nitty gritty was a glorious distraction for the surgeon. "Last night I dreamed of San Pedro," she sang quietly, the towel she was wiping with staying nice and white, which was exactly what she wanted.

"La Isla Bonita," she continued, words failing in places not because she didn't know them but because she kept distracting herself. She was thinking of how completely wrong it was for her to refuse to make 'house calls' Then there was the whole thing with Dean. Why was he asking about her freckles, anyway? That was weird. Really weird. Chewing her lip she turned her attention to the other would-be exam table, wiping it down just as carefully.

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brain_ninja
2009-06-06 12:56 am UTC (link)

Andy looked over his shoulder and watched the other man go, saying nothing until the doors of the gym were closed behind him. Then, he looked back at Lexie. "You okay?" he asked. "I mean...you know," he added, nodding back toward the direction the man called Gambit had gone.

He hadn't heard the bulk of the conversation and although it didn't look like Gambit had planned on doing anything to hurt Lexie, it hadn't escaped Andy's notice that she seemed to relax a little when he'd showed up. If she relaxed more with the other guy gone, then it'd seal the deal. Andy wasn't a fan of people fucking with his friends and even if the other guy was bigger than him, Andy would go down swinging if he had to defend her. Or anyone he counted as a friend, really.

Looking back at Lexie, Andy came a little closer. "Where do ya want me?" he asked. "There's, you know, no way we can take this in one of the locker rooms or anything, is there?" he added sheepishly.

The idea of being caught with a girl that looked like Lexie while his pants were around his ankles - again - wasn't in the least appealing. She was a hottie and anyone who walked in on them before or after she'd taken the stitches out if he was working on taking the pants off or putting them back on would see a very different picture painted than the reality of the situation. Which, you know, would work for him if he didn't consider her a friend, but it'd probably suck for her.

"Oh, and...you wouldn't have any shower stuff I could borrow, would you? I left the shit Sam brought me back at the church but...I'd wager I'm getting pretty rank by now," he added with an impish grin and a huff of laughter. Nine days without a shower, three days since he'd last shaved. Wow, you're a fuckin' keeper, Gallagher... he thought, slightly as amused as he was disgusted with himself.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-06 10:07 am UTC (link)

Gambit had gone and like a psychic, Andy was asking if she was alright. Was she alright? Lexie didn't rightfully know. She hadn't been raped or killed or hurt by Gambit. Bus she'd been scared. For the second time in two days she'd been scared. Fear was not a common companion for her. Lexie was the sort who took fear and made it work for her; she harnessed it, stuffed it down and made it her fuel. Yet, the fear she'd felt in this place? It was like putting diesel in her car - it only served to freeze up the engine.

Lexie swallowed hard, "I'm alright," she tried to reassure him, her own smile a bit forced.

"Well, if you're worried about privacy," her smile was a little more genuine now, "Look what I rigged up," she walked over to a few coat racks that she pulled away and rolled to either side of the bed. Cord from an old volleyball net she found connected the corners of each frame and with care she tugged the curtains closed.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want someone seeing your underwear," she peeked her head out from inside. "Though, if you're more interested in the locker room, it's fine by me."

He was asking about shower stuff and Lexie nodded, "A shower would definitely do you some good, Andy."

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