Grey's Anatomy: "Play Ball!"
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beckyo
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Rating: R (language)
Notes: Just a piece of fluff. *g*
Summary: "They're going to kick our asses."
"Attendings vs. Interns", the sign read. The attendings had snickered while the interns had practically danced with glee in the halls. This was their chance, their one legitimate chance to kick the collective asses of their superiors and not pay a single consequence.
"Dudes," Alex smirked, "this is colossal. I can wipe up home plate with Sloan and he can't make me fetch his fucking coffee for it."
"And just how, Alex, do you know that you won't be the one splattered all over the infield?" Cristina shook her head.
"Yang, I know these things. He's a plastic surgeon, he's going to be too busy concentrating on not scarring something."
"Karev? You're an ass." Izzie leaned her back against the wall and took a bite of her apple.
"You like my ass, Stevens. Admit it."
"In your dreams, jerk."
"Wet dreams," he leered.
"I'm going to vomit. Excuse me while I go vomit." Cristina hopped off the gurney and walked away, shaking her head. "They're children," she muttered.
They finished their snacks in relative silence, pondering the upcoming game and just how righteous it was going to be when they won.
"What's up?" Meredith hopped up onto the gurney, unknowingly taking Yang's place.
"Cristina just left to vomit and Karev is an ass," George noted. "Did I miss anything?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Izzie.
"The wet dreams, you forgot that part."
"Oh, right," he looked back at Meredith. "Alex has wet dreams about Izzie."
"That's disturbing, George. Alex? You're twisted."
"More than you?"
"Yes. Definitely. Very much more than me."
~~~
"They're going to kick our asses."
"Not if I can help it," Addison looked up over the top of her glasses at her ex-husband. "Besides, they wouldn't dare."
Derek laughed aloud. "You really believe that? Addison, you're delusional."
"I am not! Derek, they won't risk pissing any of us off and you know it."
"Get real. If you'd had this type of chance to beat your attendings to a pulp wouldn't you have jumped at the chance?"
Addison paused as she considered what he'd said, and then she sighed. Pulling her half glasses off of her face she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "You're right. They're going to kick our asses."
"Whose ass are we referring to?" Mark Sloan asked, taking a patient's chart from the charge nurse.
"Yours. Mine," Addison said.
"All of our asses," Derek said. "Haven't you seen the notices?"
"What notices?" He closed his chart, intrigued.
"Softball game this Saturday. Attendings against the interns," Derek grinned.
"No way, whose screwball idea was this?" Mark replied with a snort.
"Mine. It was my screwball idea," the Chief said dryly, "and you will be there. All of you will be there and you will not let me down. Am I understood?"
"Yes sir," was voiced pretty much in unison, as no one had seen him coming, and no one seriously thought that 'Richard' was really a screwball anyway, just his idea.
"That's better. Nine a.m. sharp at the high school athletic field. I'll have your team t-shirts with me."
-- Saturday morning --
"Team t-shirts? We have team t-shirts?" Cristina blinked.
"How little league," Alex grinned.
"Shut up and put it on, Yang. They stuck me being captain of this sorry team, so you'd better stop complaining." Dr. Bailey was one unhappy camper this morning. In spite of a week filled with protests and attempts at bargaining, she was stuck baby sitting the same reprobates that she had to baby sit every work day of her life.
"But Dr. Bailey, they're pink." Cristina's voice dripped with disdain.
"I like pink," Izzie piped up.
"You would," she snapped. "God, this is just-"
"Yang? Shut. up." Karev grabbed a bat and tossed a ball to George. "Help me warm up, I'll show you how it's done."
"Who pissed in his corn flakes this morning?" she mumbled as she pulled the offending shirt over her head. The other team was beginning to straggle in, and Cristina's jaw dropped. "Wait- that's just wrong. They get green? They get green while we have to play looking like giant freakin' bottles of Pepto Bismol?"
"Cristina, nice shirt," Burke smiled as he sailed past.
"Get me out of here, Burke. Now. Please." She begged, and as usual? It did no good.
"May the best team win," he called over his shoulder.
"You suck!" She called after him. "He sucks," she mumbled to Meredith. "He so sucks."
"Cristina?"
"What?"
"Get a grip. Relax. Have fun. Pretend the ball is his face and hit it out of the park."
"That's evil." She pondered her best friend's words. "That's wonderfully evil. I can do that."
The sound of a bat cracking against a ball split the early morning air and the interns watched as Karev's ball sailed over the fence in the outfield.
"Not bad at all," Bailey conceded while the attendings held back a collective groan.
"Asses. Kicked," Derek hissed to Addison as she pulled her ball cap down over her forehead and picked up her glove.
"When's the last time any of you played ball?" The chief cast an appraising eye over his sullen staff and pulled a face when no one replied. "Great. This will be fun." Rolling his eyes, he muttered something under his breath as he wandered away to sort out the batting lineup.
"Hey batter batter batter!" someone called and it was game on.
~~~
Three hours later, sweaty, bruised and battered, both teams headed for Joe's. Beer and wings was the only comfort they could handle at the moment, although for half of them it was time for celebrating. Joe was about to ask who won when the interns burst through the door full of childish chants, high fives and victory dances.
"I hate to admit it, but you were right," Addion snorted to Derek. "Asses. Kicked."
Sloan nodded. "Just remember, paybacks are a bitch."
~fin~
2/28/2007
Author:
beckyoFandom: Grey's Anatomy
Rating: R (language)
Notes: Just a piece of fluff. *g*
Summary: "They're going to kick our asses."
"Attendings vs. Interns", the sign read. The attendings had snickered while the interns had practically danced with glee in the halls. This was their chance, their one legitimate chance to kick the collective asses of their superiors and not pay a single consequence.
"Dudes," Alex smirked, "this is colossal. I can wipe up home plate with Sloan and he can't make me fetch his fucking coffee for it."
"And just how, Alex, do you know that you won't be the one splattered all over the infield?" Cristina shook her head.
"Yang, I know these things. He's a plastic surgeon, he's going to be too busy concentrating on not scarring something."
"Karev? You're an ass." Izzie leaned her back against the wall and took a bite of her apple.
"You like my ass, Stevens. Admit it."
"In your dreams, jerk."
"Wet dreams," he leered.
"I'm going to vomit. Excuse me while I go vomit." Cristina hopped off the gurney and walked away, shaking her head. "They're children," she muttered.
They finished their snacks in relative silence, pondering the upcoming game and just how righteous it was going to be when they won.
"What's up?" Meredith hopped up onto the gurney, unknowingly taking Yang's place.
"Cristina just left to vomit and Karev is an ass," George noted. "Did I miss anything?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Izzie.
"The wet dreams, you forgot that part."
"Oh, right," he looked back at Meredith. "Alex has wet dreams about Izzie."
"That's disturbing, George. Alex? You're twisted."
"More than you?"
"Yes. Definitely. Very much more than me."
~~~
"They're going to kick our asses."
"Not if I can help it," Addison looked up over the top of her glasses at her ex-husband. "Besides, they wouldn't dare."
Derek laughed aloud. "You really believe that? Addison, you're delusional."
"I am not! Derek, they won't risk pissing any of us off and you know it."
"Get real. If you'd had this type of chance to beat your attendings to a pulp wouldn't you have jumped at the chance?"
Addison paused as she considered what he'd said, and then she sighed. Pulling her half glasses off of her face she rubbed the bridge of her nose. "You're right. They're going to kick our asses."
"Whose ass are we referring to?" Mark Sloan asked, taking a patient's chart from the charge nurse.
"Yours. Mine," Addison said.
"All of our asses," Derek said. "Haven't you seen the notices?"
"What notices?" He closed his chart, intrigued.
"Softball game this Saturday. Attendings against the interns," Derek grinned.
"No way, whose screwball idea was this?" Mark replied with a snort.
"Mine. It was my screwball idea," the Chief said dryly, "and you will be there. All of you will be there and you will not let me down. Am I understood?"
"Yes sir," was voiced pretty much in unison, as no one had seen him coming, and no one seriously thought that 'Richard' was really a screwball anyway, just his idea.
"That's better. Nine a.m. sharp at the high school athletic field. I'll have your team t-shirts with me."
-- Saturday morning --
"Team t-shirts? We have team t-shirts?" Cristina blinked.
"How little league," Alex grinned.
"Shut up and put it on, Yang. They stuck me being captain of this sorry team, so you'd better stop complaining." Dr. Bailey was one unhappy camper this morning. In spite of a week filled with protests and attempts at bargaining, she was stuck baby sitting the same reprobates that she had to baby sit every work day of her life.
"But Dr. Bailey, they're pink." Cristina's voice dripped with disdain.
"I like pink," Izzie piped up.
"You would," she snapped. "God, this is just-"
"Yang? Shut. up." Karev grabbed a bat and tossed a ball to George. "Help me warm up, I'll show you how it's done."
"Who pissed in his corn flakes this morning?" she mumbled as she pulled the offending shirt over her head. The other team was beginning to straggle in, and Cristina's jaw dropped. "Wait- that's just wrong. They get green? They get green while we have to play looking like giant freakin' bottles of Pepto Bismol?"
"Cristina, nice shirt," Burke smiled as he sailed past.
"Get me out of here, Burke. Now. Please." She begged, and as usual? It did no good.
"May the best team win," he called over his shoulder.
"You suck!" She called after him. "He sucks," she mumbled to Meredith. "He so sucks."
"Cristina?"
"What?"
"Get a grip. Relax. Have fun. Pretend the ball is his face and hit it out of the park."
"That's evil." She pondered her best friend's words. "That's wonderfully evil. I can do that."
The sound of a bat cracking against a ball split the early morning air and the interns watched as Karev's ball sailed over the fence in the outfield.
"Not bad at all," Bailey conceded while the attendings held back a collective groan.
"Asses. Kicked," Derek hissed to Addison as she pulled her ball cap down over her forehead and picked up her glove.
"When's the last time any of you played ball?" The chief cast an appraising eye over his sullen staff and pulled a face when no one replied. "Great. This will be fun." Rolling his eyes, he muttered something under his breath as he wandered away to sort out the batting lineup.
"Hey batter batter batter!" someone called and it was game on.
~~~
Three hours later, sweaty, bruised and battered, both teams headed for Joe's. Beer and wings was the only comfort they could handle at the moment, although for half of them it was time for celebrating. Joe was about to ask who won when the interns burst through the door full of childish chants, high fives and victory dances.
"I hate to admit it, but you were right," Addion snorted to Derek. "Asses. Kicked."
Sloan nodded. "Just remember, paybacks are a bitch."
~fin~
2/28/2007
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Date: 2007-02-28 10:46 pm (UTC)That was a fantastic Christina line. In fact, this story was chock-full of great in-character lines (I loved George's recap of teh conversation and the relative colours of the t-shirts, adn victory dances at the end).
It was a delight to read!
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Date: 2007-02-28 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-01 06:24 pm (UTC)