𝜗𝜚˚⋆⭒˚｡⋆ in which aliya levine begins her third year of surgical residency with a particular green eyed rich boy, overbearing parents taunting her all the way from malibu, an ex who refuses to leave her alone, a chaotic best friend and a pair of t...
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chapter twenty four━slow night, so long season seven, episode nine
❝ i'm a bitch when the weather is above 90 degrees. ❞
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"See, Shepherd. Now, this is just a slap in the face." Aliya said with a frown at the kitchen counter, dressed in her pyjamas and holding a mug of steaming hot coffee in both palms as she willed herself to wake up for her night shift. "I didn't know you could swoop this low."
Derek, who was sat at the breakfast bar, raised a brow like the smug bastard he was. "I'm sorry, truly."
"You're not sorry." Aliya accused, brow arched high from behind her coffee mug. "You're smirking, there was no sincerity in that sorry."
"You could come," Derek said, but Aliya was idly waiting for the but. "But, I trust you to keep an eye on my post-ops."
"We got the research grant! That's great news! But, this is our win." Aliya placed great emphasis on the our, seeing as how Derek told her they were together in all of this. "And, you decide to go out drinking to celebrate without me."
"Why don't you pop in after your—" Derek tried to suggest to her, however Aliya was having none of it and found her research partner incredibly traitorous.
"Oh, there will be no popping." She cut in, her face stern as she reached for a slice of french toast April had made earlier. Though, it was six o'clock in the evening but to Aliya, it was breakfast time and the french toast looked very appealing. "I'm on the night shift, which means the only popping I'll be doing after my shift is popping into bed."
"I'll have a tequila just for you." He promised her, even if it wouldn't actually make her feel any better.
"Maybe have a few tequilas. You're gonna need it." She narrowed her eyes at him, making him lose his thoughts as he didn't exactly know what to say or do given how pissed off she looked that she had to go to work and he got to go out drinking. "Traitor."
And with that, she strode out of the kitchen leaving Derek slightly fearing for his life and wondering if she was going to kill him in the middle of the night over this.
Or, more likely, hold a grudge against him for the foreseeable future.
He opted to believe the grudge route, seeing as Aliya didn't seem likely to commit manslaughter.
However, she grinned when she saw Jackson come down the stairs, yawning into his palm. "So Derek is a McTraitor, but we got the grant!" She enthused, passing him one of the mugs of coffee in her hand.
