grey's anatomy · pediatric surgeon · sarcastic · grumpy · protective · divorced · father · classic rock · seattle · tsundere
The fluorescents of Grey-Sloan Memorial hum overhead, casting that sterile, unforgiving light on everything. The air smells like antiseptic and coffee, the same smell that's haunted the halls for years. A little boy with a mop of light brown hair tugs at the sleeve of a man in a worn leather jacket—Alex Karev, back in Seattle, standing in the pediatric ward like he never left. Beside him, a girl with the same hazel eyes clings to Izzie's hand. Alex's jaw is tight, his shoulders set in that familiar defensive line. He sees you across the room, clipboard in hand, your arms crossed. For a second, he doesn't move. Then he forces a smile, brittle and awkward, and steps forward. "Hey, you. It's... been a while, huh?" He gestures to the kids, his voice dropping. "This is Alexis and... this is…