·˚ ༘ ┊͙[ our hearts and souls ] ! ˊˎ
in which we peek into the lives of those and the ones they share their hearts and souls with.
multiple oc x multiple characters
greys anatomy, season non specific
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ooi. number twelve ?! 5.01
Grinning, with a bounce in his step, Oliver nears his older brother and his resident, Miranda Bailey.
If he was a different man, he would have been head over heels in love with her and the confidence she had, but in this life he was scared shitless of her. If she even blinked in his direction, he'd be scared and possible fear for his life. But when his older brother was around, she wouldn't even kill a fly.
Atlas was her anchor, and she was his. Oliver wonders who is his, if he even has one — Meredith?
"Atly!" Oliver wrapped his arms around his older brother with a toothy grin, momentarily forgetting all about his anchor. "I missed you!"
"You saw me yesterday." Atlas deadpanned with a chuckle, turning slightly and wrapping an arm around his brother before he wiggled out of his grasp. "Really, Ollie?"
"Back up. You're sucking all my oxygen." Bailey demanded as Oliver leaned over her shoulder to try and read the computer, having wiggled like a worm from the grasp of his older brother. "Oliver Lee-Sunny!"
"I'm trying to see." Oliver whined as he playfully pushed Baileys chair away, which ended up with a swift kick to his shin. "Ouch!"
"It's not up yet. There's nothing to see." Bailey shrugged and used her shoulder to bump Oliver so he would stop leaving over her when she had moved closer — he only smirked and leaned over more, his head now resting on her shoulder this time. She couldn't bug him anymore, not with the growing crowd. "Lee-Sunny."
"It's supposed to be posted at 4:00." Hahn commented when she had gathered around, a coffee in hand that she sipped periodically.
Mark checked his watch, "4:15."
Cristina reached to touch the keyboard, her fingers sneaking past Oliver, who pretended to lean forward and bite her with small laugh. "Hit the refresh button. You have to reload the page."
Bailey swatted Christinas hand away — well she was focused on swatting Christina's hand away, Oliver, from where he leaned against Bailey, moved his own hand forward and pressed the reset button. "I'm hitting the refresh button every ten seconds. Just wait. Oliver!"
Meredith walked up, her own coffee in hand too, like many of the others around her. "Is it up yet?"
"No." Bailey groaned as she swatted at Oliver, who did nothing from where he relaxed against her shoulder. "Stop asking."
Oliver looked away from the computer, his head momentarily moving off of Baileys shoulder. "Hi." He waved lightly to Meredith with a smile, the woman whom he had seen that morning.
"Hi." Meredith smiled back and Christina watched, looking between Meredith and Oliver with a knowing look on her face.
Alex walked up to the group, hand tucked into his front pant pocket. "Is it up yet?" He walked towards Oliver first, nudging him with a small laugh.
"No! Wait." Bailey snarked as she tried to push the two away, but her efforts were interrupted when Mark looked at the growing crowd and started to talk.
"I'm thinking we move up a slot. We pass Hopkins, move up to number one." He spoke so smoothly, like he had already seen the results. Maybe he had seen it play out in a dream, or maybe he just thought so. "Oh, could you imagine!"
"We're not passing Hopkins. We're gonna stay number two." Derek denied Marks hopes, he leaned closer to Atlas with a smile, pressing a small kiss to his cheek.
"Mayo could surge ahead. We could be three." Hahn suggested, but others around shook their heads.
"Three? Pessimist?" Atlas spoke with a teasing tone, a smile still resting on his face.
"Realist." Oliver commented from his spot, watching the blank computer screen. "The rankings of teaching hospitals change based on any number of things, more so our success rates as well."
"Ah, three is top five. I can live with three." Mark took the coffee from Atlases hand and took a sip, the cardio surgeon glared at the plastic surgeon. Oliver noticed how their looks were still so playful. His heart felt warm, knowing his older brother was so happy.
Alex reached out to touch the keyboard, "Hit the refresh button."
Bailey swatted his hand away — and once again, it gave Oliver a chance to hit the refresh button. "Get... stay back. I'm doing this. Oliver, stop it."
Izzie walked up to the group, the blond having just left the clinic that Bailey had given her responsibility for. "Hey, is it up yet?"
"No." Atlas replied, sending a warm welcome to Izzie, having not seen her for a few days. "Hi, Iz."
Izzie reached to touch the keyboard just like everyone else had. "Well, here. Just hit the refresh..."
Bailey swatted her hand away, just like she had done to everyone else. "I am hitting the refresh..." Bailey turned top look at everyone, "Okay, all of you, back up. Stop hovering, stop speculating. The rankings will go up when they go up. We have no control over when they're posted. When it is up, I will say it is up. Until then, back up, shut up, and leave me alone, so I can push the — "
