Your Love is Standing Next to Me

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Episodes:
- GA S7 Episode 2
- GA Webisode: Seattle Grace: A Message of Hope

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Wednesday Morning
Meredith's House — Attic Bedroom

The house was still asleep when Eric opened his eyes.

Outside, dawn had yet to reach Seattle. The only light came from the streetlamp beyond the attic window, spilling a pale amber glow across the room.

Cardboard boxes.

A battered dresser.

A pile of books beside the bed.

And Lexie.

She was asleep on his arm, curled toward him beneath the blanket, wearing his white button down shirt she'd quietly stolen after the wedding.

Eric smiled.

She had insisted he stay.

Not with a grand speech.

Not after another impossible conversation.

Just three quiet words whispered against his shoulder after everyone had become distracted celebrating Owen and Cristina downstairs.

"Stay. Don't go."

So he hadn't.

He looked down at her again.

Her hair had escaped whatever attempt she'd made to tame it before bed, spreading across the pillow in every direction.

A tiny sleepy sound escaped her.

Then...

A soft snore.

Eric bit the inside of his cheek.

There it was again.

Almost inaudible.

He was going to pretend he hadn't heard it.

Probably.

His fingers hovered uncertainly before gently brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face.

She stirred.

Not awake.

Just enough to burrow closer, tucking her face against his chest as though she'd decided he was warmer than the blanket.

He wrapped the duvet more securely around her shoulders.

For a while...

He simply watched her sleep.

The corners of his mouth lifted as another tiny, barely audible snore escaped her.

"So much for pretending I didn't hear that," he murmured.

She shifted against him, burrowing a little deeper into his chest.

Eric smiled to himself and rested his cheek lightly against the top of her head.

Outside, Seattle remained silent.

Inside, the attic was warm.

Peaceful.

For the first time in weeks, neither of them was running toward an emergency, an operating room, or another impossible decision.

They were simply... here.

Then Lexie's breathing changed.

The smile faded from Eric's face.

A small sound escaped her throat—too strained to be a sigh, too quiet to be a cry.

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