maskormenacelogs | she said shut up and have dinner with me

It wasn't a good time for me. Hacking it off was sort of therapeutic.

Yeah? Was it the girl?

[ She feels a little bit like she shouldn't be asking about this, but what the hell. ]

[He looks only slightly embarrassed by the question - it was an awful time, but it was so long ago. And now he loves Mer in a different way.]

Yeah. But she's like family, now. We put it all behind us.

[He gives her hand an almost imperceptible squeeze, half out of reassurance that he's all fine, but also out of happiness at being able to talk about his friends. He misses them every second of every day, and it's nice to have a more positive reason.]

She was supposed to get married, actually, right before I... before I came here. I hope she went through with it.

[ Once again she finds herself feeling devastated for him, knowing he'll never be able to go home and tie up loose ends, but she tries not to let it show in her face or body language. ]

Maybe she'll show up here one day and tell you about it.

Maybe.

[He smiles down at her.]

I wish they all could, just for a little while. I don't want my friends in danger, but... I think you'd get along with most of them.

[Callie and Lexie, he's most certain would get along with her. Mer would like her, even if it wasn't mutual, and maybe Cristina would too. But Izzie, on the other hand...]

I think my friends would like you too.

[ Cosima definitely would, and Alison would probably be thrilled to see Sarah going out with a guy who a) has no criminal record and b) is employed. Hell, even Art would probably get along with George for the most part. ]

Yeah?

[He has a little bit of a hard time imagining that, because honestly he's still stunned that Sarah likes him sometimes.]

Tell me about them.

Cosima's this brilliant scientist who gets excited about everything. She's great. And Alison's this total soccer mum, perfect suburban housewife who's always throwing potlucks and running for the PTA and shit like that. Art's a cop, kind of a hardass, but he's really fair. And Helena...

[ Um, maybe she'll hold off on describing Helena for a bit. Just because "is a trained assassin and former religious extremist who will eat literally every food item in your home" doesn't sound very complimentary. ]

[He likes the sound of Cosima and Alision so far, and a cop friend is always good. But he raises an eyebrow at the last bit.]

... Helena?

[ She waves her free hand, wishing she hadn't said anything. ]

That's sort of complicated, I guess. Sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned her.

[ She gives him a smile, though, like everything is fine. ]

Already forgot you mentioned her.

[He accepts that, and returns the smile. There's plenty of reasons he wouldn't want to talk about someone. It doesn't necessarily mean something bad.]

Cosima sounds like my friends. Science and medicine are sort of the be-all-end-all for most of us. We kind of tend to get excited about things that we shouldn't.

She drives me crazy sometimes with all the science talk. It's like another language.

Hey, I'm pretty sure I still don't know what I'm saying half the time. It's like speaking in tongues, it just comes out.

I'm sure if she ever shows up here you two will be trading hideous stories about examining brains and shite.

[ She shudders playfully, but she's really only half-joking about it. She's not sure how she out of all of them ended up being the clone who hates gore, but... ew. ]

I'm no neurosurgeon, but I did do a heart surgery by myself while trapped in an elevator.

You did heart surgery in an elevator?

[ She sounds impressed, but also a little bit like she thinks he might be playing her. ]

Yeah, back in my first year. Me and this other intern were transporting a gunshot vic to the OR when the power shut down. Alex totally froze up, so I did the whole thing myself. For awhile that's all people knew me as, just "Heart-in-the-Elevator Guy".

[ Something about the way he says "gunshot vic" is really hot. ]

And he lived? The guy?

Yeah. They got him to the OR once the elevator started back up, and he was fine.

That's insane. In a good way. That you can just... save somebody like that.

[ She shifts closer to him as she walks. ]

[His ears flush, and he strokes her hand with his thumb.]

I guess it's a pretty cool job. I mean, there's a lot of awful parts, and you're always going to lose people, every day. But then there are the ones you don't lose, and the healthy babies you deliver, and the people you get to see celebrating because they're going to live, and it makes it all worth it.

[ She takes in what he's saying, looking ahead as they walk. She doesn't want to upset him by harping on the subject of death, but at the same time she wants him to understand that what he does is more than just a cool job to her. ]

My daughter was hit by a car once. She could've died. Y'know, if not for people like you.

[His reaction is immediate - he almost physically stops, jerking Sarah's hand a bit, the expression on his face turning to something between panic and devastation. The screaming and the pain and the thick smell of oil and blood - they're all there, crowding him, and it takes all he can muster to keep his grip on Sarah's hand and continue moving.]

Sh-she's alright, though? She was alright?

[ Wow, okay, that was clearly the wrong thing to say. She pulls back a little bit, searching his face for an explanation. ]

She—yeah, she was unconscious for a while, but she was alright.

[ George, however, does not look alright, and now she feels awful for bringing it up. Whatever the reason, it's upsetting him. ]

Are you...?

Yeah, no, I'm-

[He nods, trying to breathe in normally as the initial pang of the anxiety attack dulls to a plateau.]

I'm good, I just. Have a sort of vehicle... thing.

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