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skipped3rdgrade (skipped3rdgrade) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-04 23:37:00

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!complete, day 09, dean winchester, lexie grey, location: gym

Day 9: Afternoon
Who: Lexie Grey and Dean Winchester
What: Splinters. (Dude, who does Dean think he's kidding?)
Where: The Gym
When: Day 9, Afternoon
Rating: TBD
Status: Complete

From the time that Lexie had found herself on her own in the gym again she had set herself to work. Something had clicked in Lexie's brain - something that would not allow her to remain still - she needed to do something, needed to keep her focus off of where she was and what she was feeling. The best way to accomplish this? Clean.

The exam area was whiped down and the muddied footprints that had trailed from the door to the tables and back again were mopped up off of the hardwood with ease. These actions kept her busy only a short time and soon enough she was back on the prowl,looking for ways to keep her mind busy. Peeking into one of the doors that lead off into a darkened hallway, Lexie realized that there might be a room back there she could call her own. Overcoming fear she stepped into the dark, littered hallway. Turning to the first door on her right she found a janitor's closet. Continuing to the next it was a hallway that lead to the locker rooms.

Pushing open the next door, Lexie found what had probably once been a small store of sorts - perhaps where tickets or concessions had been sold from. The door was one of those half ones with a little ledge that hung off like a counter. The room beyond the door, barely six foot square was just what she was looking for. A room with a door that had a latch. She could lock herself in at night. Looking up at the ceiling she spied the current source of light - a long, skinny window. "At least nobody will come climbing through it," she remarked, feeling quite self satisfied.

Propping open the door with a hunk of folded cardboard she set her attention back to moving her things from the main room to this tiny little alcove all her own. She could nest in there. She could feel safe in there. Lexie Grey had finally found her own space. Weevils, clones, waking up naked - it didn't matter she'd managed a safehouse.

Stacking the couch cushions and her blankets and her sweatshirt and her food Lexie tried to pick up the entire load at once. She knew immediately this was a bad, bad idea. First thing to go: a can of pears. Next thing to go her sneakers. Finally the whole load tipped and Lexie was left standing in a pile of everything she owned in Vas. It wasn't much but it was hers.

"Great," she groaned, bending over to try and put everything back into some semblance of order. "I guess I'm going to have to do more than one trip," she sighed.

At least she had a place. Finally.

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hellsboy
2009-06-05 11:54 am UTC (link)

Dean almost whistled as he wandered through the streets in town. He'd gotten a cat nap and was busily munching on some kind of protein bar or other he'd found. He was ignoring the fact that it said SlimFast on the wrapper. That was just not a factor in his pleasant state of mind.

He'd met one of the most interesting individuals he'd ever come across in his life. Not interesting in the way that the guy was someone you'd want to delve into. More like interesting in an entertaining way. Derek Zoolander, male model extraordinaire, had been highly amusing and Dean was in a pretty damn good mood.

Which was why he was on his way to the gym to see Lexie. He was nearing the gym when he noticed a patch of weeds with yellow flowers. Amazing how fast things changed around this place. Snow two days ago, flowers today. He picked a few and smiled to himself as he trotted into the gym.

"Hey Doc, I'm here! Time to come check out my ass!" he called cheerfully. He grinned mischievously when he saw her bending over in a pile of stuff. "But I guess I can check out yours first!"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-05 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Doctor Lexie Grey had been quite satisfied with herself - the piles looked much more manageable than her previous endeavor; hell, they even looked neat. She was bent over trying to get a good grip on one of the cushions when she heard Dean behind her. Of course, having just been talking to herself and expecting to be alone she jumped a little, her head snapping round to try and take a look over her shoulder. The minuscule amount of doubt that the proclamation about checking out his ass had left was eradicated once she spied a rather chipper looking Dean standing in the doorway.

Righting herself she turned around and put her hands on her hips, "I thought it was your hands that were the problem?" While she tried to will her grin to melt a bit, it seemed next to impossible. While not the first friendly face she'd see all day, Dean's was by far the happiest. It was like being caught back out in the blizzard again, she couldn't help but feel infected.

She closed most of the gap between the pile of her stuff and the doorway, her sock clad feet whisper quiet on the hardwood. Wait, was that flowers? Lexie's brow quirked a little. "Somebody got you flowers, huh?" She couldn't even pretend to try and keep from laughing. Nope, the giggle was already starting to take up residence at the end of her sentences. She breathed trying through sheer force of will to put on her poker face where it belonged.

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hellsboy
2009-06-07 05:13 pm UTC (link)

Dean grinned impishly at Lexie and canted his head. "Oh yeah they hurt too but there was this pain, right here, that was worse." He pointed to his left butt cheek and grinned some more at her. "Think if I drop trou you could take a look?" he asked, a laugh rising into his voice as he pretended to limp a couple steps toward her. There was no chance he could look serious. Not around her.

"Yes," he said and fluttered his eyelashes, folding his hands together around the flowers and putting them next to his cheek. He looked heavenward and spoke in a thick southern accent. "Why I just got chosen to be the wife this fine gentleman. You would not believe how he was courtin'." His voice dissolved into a laugh and he shook his head. "No, these are for you. Uh for your patients. Thought they might liven the place up a little."

He cleared his throat and ran his hand up the back of his hair, wincing as the splinters throbbed suddenly with the movement. He held out the yellow blooms to her and tried not to look embarrassed that she thought it was funny that he would bring them for her. It wasn't the first time he'd done that for a girl but usually they thought he was supremely charming and down to earth because they were wildflowers and not a dozen roses.

"So uh, had any other pathetic souls at your clinic today, Doc?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-07 06:32 pm UTC (link)

"Right there, huh," her smile a mirror of his own. "Now, if it was the right everything would be fine. But the left? I'm sorry Dean, you only have four minutes to live." She tried so hard to be dead pan. Yeah, she failed especially as he mimed a rather pathetic bit of limping.

Any chance at all that she wasn't going to succumb to Dean's jokes was gone as soon as he put on the look of southern belle. Eyelashes fluttering and the yellow flowers held up to his cheek like they were a gift from heaven. Maybe, she thought, he's really an actor back home. It would fit- charismatic, good looking, a penchant for attention nabbing. Nope, wouldn't surprise her one bit.

A quiet giggle started, but she managed to quickly contain it, reaching out to take the flowers from him. Why did she feel like a teenager all the sudden? "Thanks," her smile could be heard in her voice if it wasn't so blatantly hanging there like a 100 watt light bulb. Those moments, when her smile didn't reach her eyes earlier? Gone. The fear of being beaten or worse by that clone? Distant memory. What was he, laughing gas? Was that a bit of sheepishness crawling across his face? That only made the whole idea all the more endearing.

He'd shifted gears on her a moment, asking about the clinic. "First round of open hours were a success. So far two patients and one creepy visitor."

Having noticed his wince before she moved a bit closer, "How about you make it a trio of patients and let me look at those hands of yours?" Why was it she let her mind run away to business? "I mean, unless you think lumberjack hands will get you all the chicks..." Ah, yes, that was better.

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hellsboy
2009-06-07 07:28 pm UTC (link)

He grinned at her as she giggled softly and took the flowers from him. He could see the freckles on her nose and they made him smile as he remembered teasing her about them in the journals. And trying to draw them but failing horribly. Which reminded him of kissing her in the cold heat of the liquor store two days ago. Had it really been that long since he'd seen her? The way they seemed to be sliding right back into the rhythm of the chemistry they'd been working on last time was a nice, comfortable thing for him.

"Wait," he said as though it was just hitting him. "What do you mean I only got four minutes to live, Doc?" he asked, grabbing her by both shoulders. He looked deeply into her eyes. "Say it ain't so or at least kiss me before I go!"

Leaning in, he brushed a kiss to her lips but couldn't do much more because he was laughing again. What he really wanted was to pull her against him and do whatever came naturally to either of them. But maybe that had all a part of the hysteria of hypothermia and the sexual tension wasn't still there for her the way it was for him. He'd been thinking about her a lot lately.

"M'kay," he answered and held out his hands to her to see the pattern of wooden splinters in his palms. "As long as you think I'll live long enough for you to remove them all. Though, you know," and he paused knowing he was about to let loose the worst of all jokes but he just couldn't resist so he began singing, "'m a lumberjack and I'm okay. I sleep all night and I work all day..."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-07 08:12 pm UTC (link)

There was something about interacting with him that made her feel literally like every breath caught in her throat and each move was adrenaline pumped. He made her fell jittery and excited and flustered in a way that she thought was completely reserved for the league of teenage dating.

As Dean succumb to reacting to his own mortality, Lexie snorted before working impossibly hard at stifling the oncoming storm of laughter. She was about to go all consolatory on him when he leaned in with a slow touch of his lips to hers. There went her breath again. C'mon Lexie, what are you, 15?

Had Dean not degenerated down into laughter he would have been quite certain as to the level of sexual tension that was currently inhabiting the air between them. Or, at least between she and him. Surgeon, self control, rawr. She reminded herself. She didn't need to go and jump him right there and then she had self control and restraint and he was back to business, too.

He held out his hands and Lexie winced seeing the splinters. "What were you doing, crawling around in a wood chipper?" She shook her head, looking back up from his hands to his lips. Hot damn, those lips. "If you start saying you wear suspenders and a bra..."

Lexie's mind had thought for a moment of staying put in the land of business where things were firm and comfortable and easy. Yet, as appealing as business was - this repertoire that was there, it was more fun and exciting than pretty much any business that could have come in through the gym doors.

Her hands were still on the underside of his own. Physical contact, it was small and otherwise nonthreatening; but she just didn't want to let go.

Lexie Grey, you've officially turned into a puddle of mush, congratulations.

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hellsboy
2009-06-07 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Dean wondered if everyone who encountered Lexie Grey felt like they were showing up for their prom date. It wasn't the same innocence he felt with Luna - Luna was sort of untouched and simple. No, this was more like dating - wow, yeah dating, he'd really thought that - dating the president of the chess club or something. She was very smart and funny and he couldn't get enough of her. In a place where he disdained everyone who treated it like a country club, he could only sit back and sing "Hot Blooded" in his head every time he saw her.

He burst out laughing, having a very hard time holding his hands still as he actually pictured himself in suspenders and a bra. He'd loved Spamalot and all things Monty Python for as long as he could remember but never until he'd landed in this place of bright pink hoodies and hamburger lined coats, had he ever thought he might end up looking like a member of the cast. He even pictured lipstick and that was more than he could handle. Hence the laughter.

His hands felt perfect to him in hers. She seemed like a capable doctor, even if she'd said she was only an intern, and he trusted her completely. Trusted her enough to tell her what he really did if she wanted to know. But she hadn't asked and he wasn't going to really offer. He'd said enough in their past meeting. Maybe she would draw her own conclusion.

"I was crawling around in the house I found. It's all made of wood and I had to squeeze through a tiny tunnel into a hidden room. Well I didn't have to, I wanted to but there you have it," he answered. "Think you can get 'em out for me so I can go back?"

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-07 09:22 pm UTC (link)

Lexie hadn't run around flirting with anyone, well aside from Dean. She'd met Andy, the creepy clone, Logan, and the Red-Eyed guy; and the furthest thing in her mind with any of them had been flirtation or sexual chemistry. Even when she'd met Dean she'd tried to ignore the simultaneously boyish charm and male physique and stick to business. Though, they both knew where business had gone.

The air in the gym felt thick and heavy all the sudden, or maybe she'd just realized how hot it was in there. No fans, no air conditioning, nothing cool. She couldn't help but long a little for the blizzard again. Alright, so maybe she had other reasons for longing for the blizzard.

Wait, take out the splinters so he could go back? Were they back to business again? When did that happen? One minute suspenders and a bra, the next splinters and exploring houses. It was all kind of up and down for her and Lexie was trying to decide which side of the fence he actually wanted to be on. Lexie Grey might have moxie, but any sense of fearlessness had slipped away a bit, even if she hid it well behind her smile.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she didn't want to get to work. Not just yet. She was worried if she let go of his hands, put on the gloves, things would just be business from now on and she wouldn't have another opportunity like this one. "Three minutes and counting," she said quietly letting her smile drop a little. He'd started it this time, leaning in with that quick brush of his lips. Well, Lexie was going to get a very important message across.

Going on tip toe she let go of his hands, a fluttering kiss of her own planted as she tried to reign in her grin. "Two minutes," she punctuated, pulling away and stepping backward in the direction of one of the exam tables. Cat and mouse game -- and go.

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hellsboy
2009-06-07 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Dean let her hold his hands. He wasn't going to move them from her grasp until she let them go. He'd gotten into this good mood and he was determined to share it with someone he enjoyed being around right now. There was no way he was losing it just yet even if she wanted to talk business. At least if she talked business he'd get the splinters taken care of and then he could tease her some more in the hopes of getting more kisses out of her. How long could it take to get splinters out?

Then she kissed him and it caught him off guard completely. Not in a bad way because he could roll with the punches with the best of them. No, it was just surprising that she was still into going with the flow they'd started two days ago. A very welcome surprise. He grinned.

"Wait, wait," he spluttered. "Kissing you makes time go faster? I'm going to die sooner?" He looked dubious for a moment and licked his lips slowly as though he was thinking. She was playing the game. He couldn't second guess it now. That had been a clear sign and he was not letting that moment go by him untouched. Not a chance.

Leaning in, he whispered, his lips brushing hers as he did, "Better make the most of it then, huh, Doc?" he asked and kissed her. He pulled her closer but he didn't lock her to him. It seemed a bit much to visit her and automatically pick up where they left off. Even if he brought flowers. Still, he did kiss her with the same insistence as last time they'd locked lips. He was going to send his own message. He wasn't entirely playing around.

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

It was back to their game. Though, this time, Lexie didn't really get the sense that the whole challenge of holding back was really at issue; now it was like sticking your toe into the water just to see how cold it really was. As she stepped back, flowers in hand, she caught sight of his grin, and she thought, perhaps, whatever message she was hoping to get across had gone over loud and clear. Wait, what was the message again?

"Endocrine reaction and speedier cardiac rate causing a spike in metabolism.." Oh, yeah, she was just rambling. Totally rambling.

He was testing her again, wasn't he? Brushing his lips across her own before committing to a kiss that was oh so reminiscent of the ones in the pharmacy. It was high school, Lexie Grey, Valedictorian was making out with the class stud and feeling like she was moving at a million miles a minute. 24 years old and feeling like a teenager, what was going on?

Holding tight to the bouquet in one hand, the other found a home around his shoulder as her fingers twined into his hair. It was a sweet kiss. Not innocent, perhaps; but there was certainly a fair amount of non-verbal communication going on. His kiss was insistent, and the one she returned tried to spur him on. What are you doing? she kept asking herself. Playing the game; finding happiness in the middle of this mess; having the best make-out session since Jimmy Hooper. Maybe it was all that simple. Maybe.

With as easily as things came and went between them it had to be that simple. If there were complications in the way she and Dean interacted, Lexie had missed them and would be completely amazed to learn what they were. The banter came and went; the kisses were punctuation on rolling bouts of laughter; and each little brush with physical contact left her wanting more - no pretense, no subtle context. It was almost foreign to have something this effortless. Way to go chemistry.

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hellsboy
2009-06-07 11:34 pm UTC (link)

"Oh that does sound bad, Doc," he said quietly and kissed her again. This time his kiss was light and full of affection instead of insistence. He pulled back after a beat or two and brushed his thumb along her cheek. His expression telling her just how attractive he found her. Dean Winchester, master of subtlety when he wanted to be.

"So do you think my hands are salvageable?" he asked with pretend concern. He placed his hands in hers again, allowing her to step back if she chose considering he'd pulled her right up to him. That didn't really make for easy examination of said splinters and he would have at least liked them removed at some point.

Besides, last thing he wanted to do was set a trend of never getting to laugh with her because he was busy trying to get in her pants. For some reason now, more than any other time in his life, the way a girl thought and laughed was important to him. It felt like that was necessary to ground him in the middle of all this shit going on in this crazy place. He was glad to be afforded even a small piece of that and not worry about going all stepford on her. Not now anyway. He'd been forced past that. He was glad for that, if nothing else.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 12:17 am UTC (link)

She smiled into his kiss. The gears they shifted, from territorial to attentive so quickly that it almost made her head spin. Her eyes opeed slowly leaving her to catch an expression on his face that left little to interpretation. Lexie bit her lip, a smile creeping out once again. Seriously was she on drugs?

"Oh, I think I can patch you up pretty easily," she said, stepping back to take a look at his hands again. Sure, there were plenty of splinters; but, it shouldn't take her too long to patch him back up right as rain.

"Let's get you fixed up, Mr. Winchester," she patted the nearby table indicating he ought to hop up and take a seat.

Her smile was a little crooked and it was because she wasn't thinking about it. For the first time in what seemed like forever she wasn't thinking about being scared. Even when Andy had been there she'd still had her mind set back on how and when and if she was going to die. For better or worse, the fear wasn't even on her radar at the present moment. No, she was just thinking about how nice it was to be in such a comfortable place.

Well, that and how unexpectedly sweet he'd been.

Setting aside the flowers she pulled a small tray up off the floor. Tweezers, scissors, bandages, among other things were laid out neatly. She'd set the whole thing back up after Andy had gone, and here she was using it again. For once she felt prudent.

"Pick a hand, any hand," she said holding hers out to him.

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hellsboy
2009-06-08 08:27 am UTC (link)

Dean liked that smile she kept trying to fend off. It was cute and he'd felt it when she'd kissed him. She was biting her lip and he had no qualms about watching that for a beat, his eyes focused on her mouth before drifting lazily up to her eyes again. She was so easy to read and he knew he was an ass not taking this very seriously. Or maybe he was taking it somewhat seriously. He couldn't get her off his mind when they weren't together. Unsettling though. Get a hold of yourself, Winchester. This is not happening again, he thought.

"That sounds like a good idea to me, Doc. I'm afraid that if you don't work on them soon, I may never be able to use them again. That would be a huge shame. Right?" he asked, grinning and wiggled his eyebrows at her playfully.

Dean hopped up on the table as instructed, feeling very much like one of those kids in the Norman Rockwell prints about being at the doctor's office. He half expected her to pull out one of those knee-knocker things and make his leg jump for the hell of it. She seemed so in her element here among the odds and ends she'd collected with the anticipation of treating patients. He settled more comfortably to watch her in action.

"The checking out of your ass is going very well, by the way, Doc," he teased as she moved around. Then he held out his left hand to her as instructed, unworried about the discomfort that was about to follow as she removed the splinters. He'd had worse, much worse. "At least these aren't in my face. That was the worst."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 09:29 am UTC (link)

As much as Lexie thought that she might have the slightest amount of obfuscation to her thoughts, actions, and expressions; truth be told that it was pretty easy to tell wat she was thinking at any given time. Though, she had mastered toning down dislike - when she was interested it was usually painfully obvious to just about everyone around her. That was how everyone had known so easily how much she had liked George; there was this infectious smile that she had little hope of actually ever containing.

"Oh, I'd feel a genuine sense of guilt if you were never able to play the piano again, Dean. And your painting? What ever would the world think of me for depriving it of your artistic prowess?"

She could tell he was watching her, and that was a pretty normal feeling. Usually patients watched their doctors with this odd sense of anticipation blended curiousity. Though, sometimes it was kind of creepy. This watching, however, she took in stride; she'd imagine she'd do the same if she ever had the opportunity to watch him work. Somehow, people always seemed a little bit more fascinating when they feel into their roles and jobs.

"Yeah? I'm glad. I feel like I'm missing out on my opportunity with you sitting up there." Her left hand came up under his and she readied the tweezers for action. "Your face?" She paused, her brows knitting together before she plucked the first splinter. There were a few big ones she could get pretty simply - for the rest she had a feeling she'd be using a needle.

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hellsboy
2009-06-08 10:21 am UTC (link)

Dean laughed easily when she mentioned piano playing and painting. She wasn't too off the mark with painting as he did draw. Or rather doodle. But that wasn't all that important in the scheme of things. He'd rather be able to continue hunting and fighting and well, of course, touching. With that thought, he momentarily indulged in the idea of touching more of her than he already had. Made him grin mischievously before clearing his throat and re-focusing.

"Right. Wouldn't want a guilty conscience to stop you from making out with me sometimes. I mean, since you're not really 12 years old." He chuckled as he thought about her "over 14" mouth and other tidbits from the journals. Maybe their witty interactions were what really fueled his coming here instead of pulling the damned splinters out himself and the fact that she'd been on his mind a lot.

"I can provide you with a greater opportunity for checking out and more when you're finished with my hands," he answered suggestively. His smile was short-lived as she began dislodging the wood from his palms. It smarted and he winced with each pluck of her tweezers.

"Yeah, my face." He took in a hissing breath but his hand never jerked, he held it perfectly still. "This one time, at band camp," he started and half chuckled and winced. "Got into a tangle with a dude twice my size and ended up face down on a wooden deck. Took forever for the medic to get all the splinters out. Not sure I don't still have some under my hair."

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 11:18 am UTC (link)

"Who says my conscience would stop me? I think I'd feel compelled to make out with you if I'd singlehandedly ruined your life." Her voice was serious sounding though her face harbored a laughter behind her eyes.

"When you grin like that I feel like I know exactly what you looked like when you were twelve." He sort of looked like he was probably the kid who was shooting rubber bands or giving wet willies or trying to stack everyone's pencil cases as high as to see if he could do it. "Sorry," she said quietly with each quick intake of breath and accompanying hiss. She couldn't imagine the whole thing felt very good - but, at least he'd be able to get back to his adventures, right?

There were a quick series of plucks and finally just one more deeply imbedded spinter to get to. She set down the tweezers and looked up, "I'm not even going to kid, this is going to suck," she took up the needle and started carefully digging until the splinter finally came loose and she brushed it away with her fingertip. "Not so bad, I hope," she set aside the needle, taking a second to inspect his hand. It was red, but splinter free.

Despite the fact that she currently held his hand in her own, it didn't seem like enough. She couldn't help that she was naturally tactile - it was just something that came naturally. Unconsciouly, she licked her lips before they slid into a lazy smile.

Lexie had worked very, very hard at not thinking about Dean. When she had been cornered by that clone? She'd been so apt to take refuge with Logan because she didn't want her mind flitting off to Dean. When she'd been threatened by that bunch of scribbles? Then, too she just turned inward. She didn't want him to turn into George. She didn't want to make things any more than what they already were. What were they? They were two people who were enjoying having a refuge from the craziness of this place, that's what. Lexie knew she didn't need to go screwing that up with being attached and girly. He didn't need that.

Lexie had seen and noticed the way it seemed that Dean took care of just about everyone, especially the girls. He came running when they called (and even when they didn't) and in her mind while that marked him as a good guy, it was also a flag that he probably didn't need another girl clinging on for dear life; and besides, after the disaster with George, Lexie wasn't feeling too willing to grab on to anybody just yet. Or, at least that's what she told herself.

"Band camp? I knew you were a flute player," she sqeezed his hand between her own and laughed. The mental image alone was priceless.

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hellsboy
2009-06-08 11:43 am UTC (link)

"Hm. Makes me almost want to stop you from fixing my hands, Doc. You shouldn't tell a guy things like that!" he laughed, trying to coerce out the laughter he saw her holding back. Her eyes were alive with it and he wanted to hear it.

He flashed her another mischievous grin then purely because she'd made notice of it. "When I was twelve? Well of course. I was always this handsome. With the added bonus of only getting better with age." Well, he did know he was a good looking guy. There was no way to deny that his face had been a certain currency with girls, but he was pushing it to laughable with how narcissistic he was pretending to be. There was a difference between fact and really being full of oneself. He hoped.

He winced again and growled in the back of his throat as she fished around under his skin with the needle. Not at all one of this favorite things in the world. At least he had the boon of being near her, surrounded by her warmth and laughter. Fuck, was he having a chick flick moment right now? He groaned inwardly and forced himself to stop thinking and talk in spite of how little he felt like actually speaking with the twinges of pain in his hand.

"What were you just thinking about?" he asked. She could have just been very focused on his hand but he was curious if there had been more going on behind her eyes as she licked her lips before smiling in that odd little way she'd just done. If nothing else, Lexie was intriguing. He wasn't going to think about the nagging idea that was slowly occurring to him. The one that said he was hyper-focused on her so that he didn't have to think about the horrible rejection Shannon had just doled out to him. No. He liked Lexie. That was his story and he was sticking to it.

"Yes, Doc. I played flute which is the biggest reason why you have to fix my hands. Think I'll ever be able to play again?" he asked and fell into her laughter with his own as he impulsively he reached out with his free hand and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her face.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-08 12:13 pm UTC (link)

Her laughter was breathy when it finally came to pass. It was a funny little tightrope she walked with him. One that didn't necessarily feel scary so much as invigorating. "I will not be responsible for depriving the world of your art, Dean Winchester," she playfully scolded him.

"I bet when you're ninety you'll be one of those sugar daddies with a twenty-year-old girlfriend," she could picture it now. Same mischevious smile. Same quick wit. Buxom blonde on his lap and a wheelchair with Impala emblazened on the back. She'd bet he'd even get racing stripes.

"Sorry, just a sec..." she responded to his growl. It wasn't like she wanted to make him miserable; especially since getting those splinters out were for his own good.

Everything said and done, she heard his question and her smile dropped a little. Again, being the kid with their hand in the cookie jar. What had she been thinking about? Oh, yeah, touching him. Yeah, that was something she'd readily admit to. "Oh, just your hands," see, look, a half truth!

"Oh, I don't know Dean, those splinters really took a toll. I think you have a long road ahead before you'll be as great as you once were..."

Dean was almost doting, and it was sort of refreshing to Little Grey. She'd struck out twice so far with men. The first one ran off with his crazy former lover and the second one didn't even think of her in that way; so, to have someone actually being affectionate was a welcomed change of pace. It dawned on her that she'd really have a hard time getting him out of her mind now and that didn't seem quite so bad. She could think of him, she'd just have to remember not to be needy. Not being needy was the key.

She was half tempted to call him on it - to say something sly like 'I bet you're like this with all the girls,' but that would be too far. That would try and put things in some sort of context. No, she needed to keep her nose out of that business. All that mattered was right now.

She may have wanted to bite her lip and look at the floor in a bashful teenage girl sort of way; instead she found herself sucked into that moment of laughter that seemed to be such a common occurence between them.

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hellsboy
2009-06-09 09:08 am UTC (link)

Dean smiled as she laughed. He liked the way, even if she wasn't full out laughing, it reached every part of her face. The more time he spent with her the prettier she seemed, especially now as she worked in her element, doing her thing and fixing him up. He got the impression she really enjoyed fixing people, healing. Of course, no one really went into medicine if they didn't like that, did they? He wasn't sure but he hoped they didn't. He'd seen more than his fair share of physicians and would no doubt see many more. He'd rather they want to be there than be half-distracted with disliking their job.

His eyes went slightly wide and he laughed as he pictured this sugar daddy ero of his life with a twenty-year-old girlfriend. "Oh I'm sure that's exactly what will happen when I'm ninety. If I live that long I'll have earned the twenty-year-old girlfriend. Maybe a couple. I mean Hefner will be out of the picture by that time. I could set myself up in the Playboy mansion and everything. Good thinking, Doc! I now have a new lifetime goal."

He hung his head, shaking it slowly from side to side. "What am I going to do at the Playboy mansion if I can't use my hands, Doc?" Looking playfully frustrated he sighed. Then his eyes lit with a new idea. "Maybe the bunnies will have to touch themselves for me." He couldn't keep a straight face for the line of bullshit and started chuckling even as she kept up with the needle under his skin.

Dean's eyes travelled the planes of her face slowly as she worked. He really would have liked to have kissed her again. It was important to get the damned splinters out of his hands but he was finding himself drawn to her mouth time and again whenever she laughed. There was something very sweet about her. Not his usual cup of tea but she could keep up with the game, the wit. He could picture himself at ninety with her on his lap. She was the sort of girl a guy could settle down with. If he were the settling sort.

He shook his head. Really? Lexie on his lap at ninety? Something not right about that coming to mind. This place was really getting to him. Turning him soft or something. He could not mellow. The minute you mellowed you lost your edge. That's when everything started taking you by surprise and you could get yourself or someone else killed. Dad's philosophy. It seemed sound. He pushed the image out of his mind and laughed at himself, then winced.

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skipped3rdgrade
2009-06-09 02:00 pm UTC (link)

Lexie's laughter still hung in the corners of her lips as she tried with mixed results to try and focus on business. it was like a compulsion, to try and keep up the "I'm really a Doctor, I don't just play one on TV," composure when she had Dean talking about playboy bunnies and asking what he ought to do if his hands never worked again. She couldn't help it, her laughter coming outright as she pictured him in a maroon smoking jacket the same smile hanging around his eyes. It was a very funny; but very sweet picture.

"Lexie Grey, life coach," she smirked. Now that was a funny idea. Mostly because in Lexie's world things weren't dreams, they were goals. There were things she wanted to do, plans how she would do them, and then she would accomplish it. Perhaps that's why things with Dean were so disorienting for her. Lexie the planner was actively working against planning. She was actually working against what had been her practice: she knew where her relationships fell in her life until now. So, to kick back and let it all roll as she was now; it was simultaneously freeing and a bit uneasy.

"Well, you don't have to use your hands for everything," she looked up and caught his eyes, the look of a mischief maker taking over for dedicated doctor. Her head was back in their game; their banter, despite how she'd tried to reroute it into business where things were safe and defined. Dean was bringing out the best in her - the light hearted, carefree Alexandra Grey. Maybe that's why she kept finding herself feeling a bit jittery with her heart in her throat and wondering if she'd gone a bit too long without taking a breath. He made her self conscious, in a good way.

Forcing her eyes away from his she set his repaired hand down and took up the other in turn. "Looks like your right hand made it through a bit better," she took up the tweezers and carefully plucked the remaining half dozen or so splinters, taking a moment to inspect his palm one last time. Maybe she was just looking for reasons to hold on.

"All patched up, fluting and groping here you come."

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