Grey's Anatomy Imagines

There You Are, Shooting Star - Andrew Deluca

"There are plenty of people out there who love you." "Yeah like who?" "Like me."

"Shooting star, make a wish."

A/N : For everyone saying that there aren't enough Deluca imagines out there 😂

Title Credit: Shooting Star - Elton John

You stayed behind the scenes most of the time. You didn't mind watching the action unfold instead of directly engaging. This made you the outcast of your peer group. You only had one person that listened to you and gave you time. Andrew Deluca.

"Y/L/N, are you going to scrub in or watch from the gallery... Again?" Dr. Grey approached you with a scowl on her face. You stumbled to grab the papers that were positioned on your lap.

"Uh- yes. Yes, ma'am- I mean doctor. Yes, Doctor." You mentally cursed yourself as Dr. Grey rolled her eyes and walked off. You sighed, gripping your hair tightly. Something that you did when you were frustrated.     

"Hey, are you okay? Did Grey say something to you?" Deluca immediately came running to your side. You laughed at how protective he was about something so trivial.

"She wants me to scrub in." You shrugged, trying not to make a big deal out of it. In reality, you were terrified.

"What's the procedure?"

"Simple splenectomy." You cringed internally but Deluca knew you were scared. He sighed.  

"Come on. I know what you need." He took your hand and led you to the staircase. You knew what he was up to. Where he was taking you.

"Now? Andrew, I have a surgery-" You complained as he drug you up the stairs. He shushed you as you approached the door to the roof. You walked quietly after him. 1:30 in the morning and it still managed to amaze you.

"Still as beautiful as last time?" Andrew teased, remembering the last time you were on the roof. You were drunk off your ass and you made Andrew take you to  the roof. You sang about how beautiful the stars were until he finally forced you to sleep.

"Shut up." You whined, slapping his arm. Andrew chuckled as the two of you looked up at the sky. "They are pretty though." You smiled, the surgery suddenly far from your mind.   

"Shooting star, make a wish." Andrew stated, pointing out the white light in the distance. You smiled and it was silent for a few moments. "What did you wish for?"

"That people wouldn't underestimate me and think that I have no ambition. I wish that they would give me a chance instead of making assumptions all the time." You ranted, waving your hand around rapidly. "I want someone to actually love me instead of just pitying me." You mumbled. Andrew gave you a look of disapproval and grabbed your hand.   

"There are plenty of people who love you."

"Yeah like who?" You rolled your eyes, pulling your hand away from Andrew's.

"Like me." You froze at the sudden confession. "I've always loved you Y/N but, seeing how you can't seem to accept that, I'll go." He stood up and started walking toward the door. You stood up and walked after him.

"Andrew, don't- I- I can't think about this right now." You shook your head, watching Andrew roll his eyes. "I have to get to my surgery." You ran off, thousands of thoughts running through your mind. You went to OR 1 to scrub in for the surgery.

"Make the first cut, Y/L/N." Dr. Grey announced, standing back. You took a deep breath.

"Scalpel." You spoke. Your eyes darted to the gallery and that's when you spotted him. Deluca was in the gallery. He smiled at you. You felt a surge of confidence go through you. You felt like you could accomplish anything. And you did. The surgery was a success.

"Hey!" Andrew called to you before running to catch up to you. You smiled shyly. "You did  great." He hugged you tightly. You paused, pulling away for a moment. 

"What did you wish for?" You blurted suddenly. You watched as Andrew fidgeted with the sleeves of his lab coat.   

"That you and I would become more than friends." He admitted shyly. You smiled.

"And they say that wishing on shooting stars doesn't work." You flung your arms around him again but, this time, it felt more intimate. You both felt loved.