she had let her heart turn to ice; not once wondering what it would be like to love again.
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or
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in which dr lorelei jareau meets someone with as much of a shatter past as she does.
[owen hunt x oc]
[series five - tbc]
You can't just keep waltzing out of my life, leaving clothes on my bedroom floor.
Like nothing really matters, like pain doesn't hurt.You should mean more to me by now than just heartbreak and a short skirt.
05x06 life during wartime
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Joe reluctantly passed her another drink, all too aware that something had driven her to drown herself at the bar. While he had watched the doctors of Seattle Grace for years, he had never once seen the blonde sit before him to celebrate. The dark wood had never been a place she would grin or laugh, it had only ever been a safety net for when something was weighing her down. It had recently become a regular occurrence – though admittedly most nights she would meet her co-workers at a central table and leave before she had the chance to become excessively intoxicated – but he never dared ask what had brought her in. All he knew was that it had worsened that day.
She snapped her head back quickly, not a sign on her face as the liquid hit the back of her throat. Had Joe have paid attention to the woman he would have realised that months ago she grimaced at the weakest drinks, now she was drinking straight tequila with no difficulty. This was a clear warning sign that her pain had reached breaking point. However, Lorelei would never share that with anyone, not Mark nor Callie nor George. Her demons were her own and she would never give them the chance to drown her friends.
After a few minutes of leaving her be, Joe approached the space the blonde had chosen to occupy that evening. He had begun to wipe down the surface before her, watching as she stared at her phone and grew visibly agitated. She had begun to type away – Joe almost certain that no words had been spelt or formed correctly – a message the recipient would most likely be unable to read. It was at that point that he knew he had to step in.
Holding out his hand to the woman, he shook his head at her faux confusion, "Your keys, you're not driving like this."
"I'm fine Joe," she slurred, the usual energy in her voice having disappeared, "I wasn't planning on driving anyway. Sleeping in an on-call room, yes. Driving, no."
"And you think I'm going to let you go back to the hospital like this?" He asked, watching as she rolled her eyes. "I'm thinking about you, want me to call Mark?"
She shook her head, "I'll get a cab, if you're that worried."
"What happened?" He queried, remembering the celebration that had occurred hours before. "Everyone else seemed to have had a successful day."
"They did, six transplants worth of success. 12-person domino procedure, almost impossible." Rory looked down at her drink, having pulled her keys from her bag and handed them to the still expectant bartender. "Today we did medical excellence, but none of it saved my sister."
