𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 [𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐲]

testing 1-2-3

testing 1-2-3

It's safe to say Cassie was freaking out a bit. A lot had happened these past weeks, Meredith's sort of step-mom dying, Izzie and George, George and Mercy West and sure, she was hurt, but she understood. It doesn't mean she's happy with it. She lied on her bed, thinking of everything she had learned since pre-med. The test that would determine if she went from intern to resident. Alex thought she was crazy to not be down in the kitchen studying with Cristina and Izzie, but her head felt too full. She was in need of just calming herself down, stop worrying herself too much. Stop thinking.

Time caught up to her, eventually, Alex was yelling up at her to hurry up. Sitting up, still in her pajamas. Like lamb to the slaughter.

—

"You ready?" Cassie turned from her place on the bench to see George leaning on the door jamb of the locker room.

Letting out a sigh, "Well, do I have a choice?" She softly laughs, pressure leaning down on her more and more. "How about you?" She stands up, moving towards him.

"Well," he places a smile on his face, "I got into Mercy West. For residency."

Nothing fell out of her mouth, though she tried her best to form a sentence. Her best friend was leaving her. "Oh," she muttered, "uh, well, good."

George's smile fell, "Cassie—"

She interjected before he could give her the typical talk about how they will still be friends, "George, how would we still be friends?" She raised her arms up in the air, running her hands through her hair, "We won't work at the same hospital, we won't leave in the same house. When would I see you?"

"We—well, we can hang out, come on, you're my best friend, Cas." He tried to explain, stuttering. 

She furrowed her brows, "George, we're surgeons. Interns! When would we have time?" No reply came from him, "You know what, I don't want to talk about this right before our intern exam." She sat back down on the bench, "Let's talk about something else."

"Like?"

The pressure was crushing her. She had trouble finding words, "I-I don't know, George. How are you and Callie?" He looked over at her, staring at her in frustration. "Right? How are you and Izzie?" He threw his hands up, making Cassie laugh, "I'm sorry."

George sat down beside her on the wooden bench, "How about you and Alex?"

Cassie took a sip from her plastic water bottle before screwing the lid back on, "I don't know." She stared down at the bottle in her hands, "I-I don't think I ever know where I stand with him. But that's Alex for you." She stood up, opening her locker placing the water bottle in before turning back to her best friend, "I don't know. I guess I don't know, it's just nice to have someone."

"It's nice to be on your own too," George replied Cassie looked down at him, her mind racing. "I mean, god, I should have waited with Callie not run off to Vegas and married her. But I love her and everything just confusing right now."

She slumped back down on the bench, "God, this is when I thought I would have had everything together in my life. Or at least starting to. Now I feel like everything's falling apart."

"Same here. And Callie doesn't know." He sighed, "I should tell her. Or maybe I shouldn't."

Cassie stood back up, preparing to leave for the exam room now, "You know I love you George and I'll stand by you through everything, but you are a complete utter asshole if you don't tell her. Don't be that asshole." Walking out of the room, leaving George to think.

He shouted back at her, "You mean your boyfriend?"

The biggest surprise comes when it doesn't affect her when he says it. It doesn't even surprise her.

—

"Okay," Cassie tells Alex, nodding.

He stands there, bewildered, "Seriously?" His head leaning down at her, hands placed on his hips.

They stood outside the room where their future would be decided. She stood still, firm in her place. Copying him and placing her hands on her hips. She nodded her head, "A part of me was hoping for this. Sure, I didn't think you'd be an asshole and break up with me right before the exam of my life and I guess you are very, very, thankful that I'm okay with this."

His eyebrows raised in shock, "Really?"

She patted his shoulder, moving away from him as she confirmed, "Really." Her sneakers moving her away from him. She turned back, "I think you also should know you are a total asshole. Not only for this, even though I'm not that mad—surprising to me too—, but because you also cheated on Izzie. Making me feel like a bad friend, which I was when I didn't listen to her." She turned on her feet, moving to the room. She turned back one more time, "Oh, good luck."

Cassie entered the room, spotting Izzie, the smile plastered across her face being the most real one she's had in ages. "You ready?" Izzie asked.

"You know I am."

Pressure, gone.

—

It's safe to say her day was one of the most eventful ones in Cassie's life. Better yet, she's coming home to a bachelorette party for Cristina, the bride who doesn't want to be a bride. Izzie gave her a chipper hello, handing her a margarita. Cassie happily accepted, entering the kitchen were Cristina's head rested on the counter, Meredith opposite of her and Callie standing at the table. She sat at the table on the other side of Callie, listening to Cristina complain about "these stupid vows."

Once silence covered the room, Cassie announced out loud for the first time, "Alex and I broke up." A chorus of "what" replied back at her. "It's-it's not a big deal. He did it right before the exam, but it's what I needed. The weight weighing down on me—it's-it's gone." The smile came across her face, "I'm pretty sure I aced it. I don't really care anymore. He-he just didn't want to be with me in the first place. I pressured him. No more pressure."

Cristina turned back at her from her place on the stool, "No more pressure?"

"No more."

—

a/n: honestly, I'm starting to ship George and Cassie, but they're too good of friends to ruin that. I really wanted Cassie to have a moment of coming into her own and trust me that this is nowhere near the end of Alex and Cassie.