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in_the_afterTitle: The Deal
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angelamermaid
Pairing: Cristina/Owen
Rating: G
Summary: Cristina Yang does not give up
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursement is not received for fictitious works.
jeribearrn, your prompt is "ski lodge". And well-played giving me such a tough prompt!
Cristina rushes in late, dismayed to see Bailey already meeting with the other residents.
"Sorry Dr Bailey –" she starts.
"Can it," Bailey says. "You’re here last, you go to Trauma today."
The other residents smirk.
"What?" Cristina asks Meredith. "What’s so bad about Trauma today?"
"You’ll see," Meredith smiles mysteriously before walking away.
Cristina shrugs and goes to the elevator. Send me down to Trauma where my hot boyfriend is? Okay!
She hears the noise before she ever gets to the Pit. A high-pitched female voice, someone who seems to fancy herself a soprano.
Singing.
"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,
That she wore for the first time today.
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,
So, in the locker she wanted to stay."
A nurse leaving the ER looks at Cristina, standing there stunned. "She. Won’t. Stop. Singing." the nurse says, making her escape.
The voice rises in volume.
"Two, three, four, stick around,
We'll tell you more."
Cristina walks in, and sees Owen, looking frustrated. She walks over to him. "What is going on?"
"She was afraid to come out in the open, ba-da-dop"
He sighs. "The paramedics brought her in two hours ago. She was found in a park cradling her arm like she’s hurt. She screams if anyone gets near her. We’ve been waiting for a psych consult."
"And so a blanket around her she wore, ba-da-dop"
He lowers his voice. "I promise to cook for you and bring you coffee for a week if you can make her stop singing."
Cristina snorts. "Deal."
"She was afraid to come out in the open, ba-da-dop"
Owen winces. "Please make her stop."
"And so she sat bundled up on the shore."
Cristina grabs the waiting chart and pulls aside the curtain to meet the patient. She sees a cheerful woman with a lined face, wearing several worn layers of clothing, and clutching a large floral purse. The patient holds up her fingers – two, three, four – and continues to sing.
"Two, three, four, tell the people,
What she wore!"
Cristina straightens her shoulders. "Good morning, ma’am. I’m Dr Yang."
The woman smiles pleasantly and continues to sing.
"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,"
"May I get your name?" Cristina asks.
"That she wore for the first time today.
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie"
"Is there anyone I can call for you?"
"Yellow, polka dot bikini,
So, in the blanket she wanted to stay."
"May I examine your arm?" Cristina steps forward and the woman lets out a bloodcurdling shriek. She steps back. She hears a muffled laugh behind her, turns, and glares at Alex. "Have fun in Trauma today," he grins before leaving.
The woman draws a deep breath.
"Two, three, four,
Stick around we'll tell you more."
Cristina steps back and draws the curtain closed. Owen smirks at her. The nurses look pained.
"Bop, bop, bop, bop, badop, bop, bop-bop-bop!"
"Give up?" Owen asks.
"I do not give up," she assures him. She draws a deep breath and opens the curtain again.
"Now she's afraid to come out of the water, ba-da-dop"
"Ma’am!" Cristina says sharply.
"And I wonder what she's gonna do? Ba-da-dop!"
"Ma’am! Please stop singing so we can talk with you!!"
"Now she's afraid to come out of the water, ba-da-dop
And the poor little girl's turning blue."
"Ma’am," Cristina repeats. "Please stop that right now!"
"Count with me!" the woman smiles, holding up her hand. Cristina sighs and furtively raises a hand, extending two fingers. The woman smiles and sings.
"Two, three, four,
Tell the people what she wore."
Cristina extends her other two fingers along with the words, then quickly jams her hand in her jacket pocket.
"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini"
"Ma’am, could you tell me if you are in pain?"
"That she wore for the first time today."
"Ma’am …"
"An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,
So in the water she wanted to stay."
Owen steps beside Cristina, looking very amused.
"From the locker to the blanket.
From the blanket to the shore."
"Has anyone tried singing with her?" Cristina asks Owen. "Not that I’m volunteering."
"From the shore to the water.
Guess there isn't any more."
"There’s the end of the song!" Cristina exclaims.
Owen smiles and shakes his head. "She’s just going to start over. Again"
"She was afraid to come out of the locker."
"And some of the nurses tried singing with her but that didn’t help."
"She was as nervous as she could be."
"Surely she’s going to pass out at some point," Cristina muses.
"She was afraid to come out of the locker."
Owen smiles. "Give up yet?"
"She was afraid that somebody would see."
Cristina arches an eyebrow at him. She turns to the woman, takes a deep breath, and says, "I like that song that you’re singing."
The woman stares at her in surprise. Owen raises an eyebrow, looking impressed.
"My grandfather liked it," Cristina continues. "We used to dance together to it, it was pretty dorky but we enjoyed it. He liked silly songs like that. And we sang it at Girl Guide camp, around the fire. That was fun."
The woman smiles. "My daughter sang that song with me." A worried look crosses her face. "Oh dear. I was supposed to have breakfast with my daughter but I slipped on some ice in the park. She must be terribly worried about me."
"We could call her, if you like," Cristina offers. "And I could take a look at your arm, see if you hurt it when you fell."
"That would be lovely dear," the woman smiles. "Call me Alma. Now my daughter’s phone number is …"
Fifteen minutes later, Owen and Cristina step away from Alma’s bedside, having determined that she will need an x-ray before they can proceed further. Owen speaks with an intern while Cristina passes Alma’s daughter’s contact information to a nurse with strict instructions to call.
"Anything for you, Dr Yang," the nurse smiles in relief. Another nurse offers to bring her coffee, which Cristina accepts.
"Nice work, Dr Yang – and well-played." Owen winks at her.
"Thank you, Dr Hunt," Cristina smiles smugly before lowering her voice. "And I’m going to hold you to our deal."
"I expect nothing less," he says, lightly touching her hand.
"Got any more tough cases for me today?"
He laughs. "Plenty."
Author:
angelamermaidPairing: Cristina/Owen
Rating: G
Summary: Cristina Yang does not give up
Disclaimer: These characters are property of Shonda Rhimes/ABC and Grey's Anatomy. They do not belong to me. Reimbursement is not received for fictitious works.
jeribearrn, your prompt is "ski lodge". And well-played giving me such a tough prompt!Cristina rushes in late, dismayed to see Bailey already meeting with the other residents.
"Sorry Dr Bailey –" she starts.
"Can it," Bailey says. "You’re here last, you go to Trauma today."
The other residents smirk.
"What?" Cristina asks Meredith. "What’s so bad about Trauma today?"
"You’ll see," Meredith smiles mysteriously before walking away.
Cristina shrugs and goes to the elevator. Send me down to Trauma where my hot boyfriend is? Okay!
She hears the noise before she ever gets to the Pit. A high-pitched female voice, someone who seems to fancy herself a soprano.
Singing.
"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,
That she wore for the first time today.
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,
So, in the locker she wanted to stay."
A nurse leaving the ER looks at Cristina, standing there stunned. "She. Won’t. Stop. Singing." the nurse says, making her escape.
The voice rises in volume.
"Two, three, four, stick around,
We'll tell you more."
Cristina walks in, and sees Owen, looking frustrated. She walks over to him. "What is going on?"
"She was afraid to come out in the open, ba-da-dop"
He sighs. "The paramedics brought her in two hours ago. She was found in a park cradling her arm like she’s hurt. She screams if anyone gets near her. We’ve been waiting for a psych consult."
"And so a blanket around her she wore, ba-da-dop"
He lowers his voice. "I promise to cook for you and bring you coffee for a week if you can make her stop singing."
Cristina snorts. "Deal."
"She was afraid to come out in the open, ba-da-dop"
Owen winces. "Please make her stop."
"And so she sat bundled up on the shore."
Cristina grabs the waiting chart and pulls aside the curtain to meet the patient. She sees a cheerful woman with a lined face, wearing several worn layers of clothing, and clutching a large floral purse. The patient holds up her fingers – two, three, four – and continues to sing.
"Two, three, four, tell the people,
What she wore!"
Cristina straightens her shoulders. "Good morning, ma’am. I’m Dr Yang."
The woman smiles pleasantly and continues to sing.
"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,"
"May I get your name?" Cristina asks.
"That she wore for the first time today.
An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie"
"Is there anyone I can call for you?"
"Yellow, polka dot bikini,
So, in the blanket she wanted to stay."
"May I examine your arm?" Cristina steps forward and the woman lets out a bloodcurdling shriek. She steps back. She hears a muffled laugh behind her, turns, and glares at Alex. "Have fun in Trauma today," he grins before leaving.
The woman draws a deep breath.
"Two, three, four,
Stick around we'll tell you more."
Cristina steps back and draws the curtain closed. Owen smirks at her. The nurses look pained.
"Bop, bop, bop, bop, badop, bop, bop-bop-bop!"
"Give up?" Owen asks.
"I do not give up," she assures him. She draws a deep breath and opens the curtain again.
"Now she's afraid to come out of the water, ba-da-dop"
"Ma’am!" Cristina says sharply.
"And I wonder what she's gonna do? Ba-da-dop!"
"Ma’am! Please stop singing so we can talk with you!!"
"Now she's afraid to come out of the water, ba-da-dop
And the poor little girl's turning blue."
"Ma’am," Cristina repeats. "Please stop that right now!"
"Count with me!" the woman smiles, holding up her hand. Cristina sighs and furtively raises a hand, extending two fingers. The woman smiles and sings.
"Two, three, four,
Tell the people what she wore."
Cristina extends her other two fingers along with the words, then quickly jams her hand in her jacket pocket.
"It was an itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini"
"Ma’am, could you tell me if you are in pain?"
"That she wore for the first time today."
"Ma’am …"
"An itsy, bitsy, teenie, weenie,
Yellow, polka dot bikini,
So in the water she wanted to stay."
Owen steps beside Cristina, looking very amused.
"From the locker to the blanket.
From the blanket to the shore."
"Has anyone tried singing with her?" Cristina asks Owen. "Not that I’m volunteering."
"From the shore to the water.
Guess there isn't any more."
"There’s the end of the song!" Cristina exclaims.
Owen smiles and shakes his head. "She’s just going to start over. Again"
"She was afraid to come out of the locker."
"And some of the nurses tried singing with her but that didn’t help."
"She was as nervous as she could be."
"Surely she’s going to pass out at some point," Cristina muses.
"She was afraid to come out of the locker."
Owen smiles. "Give up yet?"
"She was afraid that somebody would see."
Cristina arches an eyebrow at him. She turns to the woman, takes a deep breath, and says, "I like that song that you’re singing."
The woman stares at her in surprise. Owen raises an eyebrow, looking impressed.
"My grandfather liked it," Cristina continues. "We used to dance together to it, it was pretty dorky but we enjoyed it. He liked silly songs like that. And we sang it at Girl Guide camp, around the fire. That was fun."
The woman smiles. "My daughter sang that song with me." A worried look crosses her face. "Oh dear. I was supposed to have breakfast with my daughter but I slipped on some ice in the park. She must be terribly worried about me."
"We could call her, if you like," Cristina offers. "And I could take a look at your arm, see if you hurt it when you fell."
"That would be lovely dear," the woman smiles. "Call me Alma. Now my daughter’s phone number is …"
Fifteen minutes later, Owen and Cristina step away from Alma’s bedside, having determined that she will need an x-ray before they can proceed further. Owen speaks with an intern while Cristina passes Alma’s daughter’s contact information to a nurse with strict instructions to call.
"Anything for you, Dr Yang," the nurse smiles in relief. Another nurse offers to bring her coffee, which Cristina accepts.
"Nice work, Dr Yang – and well-played." Owen winks at her.
"Thank you, Dr Hunt," Cristina smiles smugly before lowering her voice. "And I’m going to hold you to our deal."
"I expect nothing less," he says, lightly touching her hand.
"Got any more tough cases for me today?"
He laughs. "Plenty."
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Date: 2009-04-10 04:40 am (UTC)Reminds me of when my college boyfriend (now husband) hit his head, got a concussion and lost his short term memory. We had the same conversation over and over and over at the hospital.
Reminds me of when Owen said that to Alex about the sisters. Loved that expression and I can totally picture it here.
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Date: 2009-04-10 06:14 am (UTC)Very cute!
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Date: 2009-04-11 02:27 am (UTC)I know that I could have gone the route of an actual bikini with that prompt, but my mind kept going back to the song.
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Date: 2009-04-10 06:13 pm (UTC)Your Owen was so in character. ^_^
Good job with a difficult prompt.
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Date: 2009-04-12 02:03 am (UTC)And yeah, I'm so taking the easy way out on ski lodge.
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