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thejolexgroupchat · 3 years

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the one where they met in med school - part seven

Jo’s first day at Seattle Grace

Be sure to check out our Master List for parts 1-6

You guys really have no idea how much Nat, @iamtrebleclefstories and @doc-pickles love writing this story.

(July 2007)

"You ready?" Alex asked as he looked at Jo in the passenger seat and Lexie in the back. They were sitting in the hospital parking lot, Jo and Lexie taking in the fact that today was the first day of their intern year. "You don't want to be late on your first day. Trust me, you want to hear Webber's speech. And I don't want to be late to meet my interns."

"Do you guys already know who you have?" Lexie asked. She wasn't originally supposed to come to Seattle. She had a top tier surgical residency waiting for her at Mass Gen, but when her mom died about a month ago, she got rematched at Seattle Grace to be closer to her father. On top of that, Lexie had just found out that she had an older sister who was working in this very hospital.

"No, we find out when you do," Alex shared. "Are you sure you don't want me to talk to Meredith? She's a good person. A bit emotionally stunted, but she's a good friend."

"No, Alex it's fine," Lexie shook her head. "I think she should hear it from me."

"Okay. I'm going to go inside. I'll see you guys later. Maybe if you're lucky you'll be on my service," he leaned over to the passenger seat and gave Jo a peck on the lips before getting out of the car. "Don't forget to lock the door."

About an hour later, Jo and Lexie were in the locker room, waiting for Webber to share which resident they would be working under. He went through the list of residents and called out interns.

“Alright everyone listen up. I am going to assign you to a resident. When I call your name, you will go find your resident in the hallway and await instructions. Trimble, Franklin, Morales, and Bozniack you’re with Stevens. Harrison, Allen, O’Malley, Johnson, and Phillips with Grey. Lawrence, Crowley, Vega, Brown, and Grey you’re with Yang. Last but not least, Hernandez, Jenkins, Davis, and Wilson, you’re with Karev.”

Jo and Lexie exchanged a glance. Jo knew that being on Alex’s service was always a possibility, however, she never thought it would actually happen. That would make things much more difficult than she’d anticipated. Prior to starting, Jo and Alex had agreed to keep their relationship private. Aside from Lexie, no one would know that the two of them were together, so that if Jo got to scrub in on a surgery or was handed a case, it was because she was good and not because she was dating a resident. But what was once a possibility, quickly became a reality, and they were going to have to learn how to deal with this situation if they wanted to keep their relationship private.

Soon after Webber assigned the interns to their residents, they all left the room, leaving only Jo and the other three residents there.

Jo was organizing her locker when she heard the others gossiping about Alex.

“Ughh, what was I even expecting from this? I have the worst luck ever. Of course I was going to end up with the douchiest resident. You guys heard about him, right?” Jenkins complained, Jo’s eyes glued to the objects in front of her.

“Yeah. His reputation around this place is not the best. I heard he is really good, though. Not everything is lost yet. Let’s wait and see,” Hernandez tried to be positive.

“I heard that too. Looks like he is really talented and hardworking, but I heard that if you’re not one of them, he will treat you like trash no matter what. One of the residents in his class, that is,” Davis added, making Jo’s heart sink a little.

If only they knew a bit more about him, they wouldn’t be so quick to judge. She knew that her boyfriend wasn’t the easiest person to deal with and he still had a lot of growing and learning to do, but he had the biggest heart. Hearing the other residents talk about him made Jo sigh.

“What about you, Wilson? Things aren’t looking good for him already. Dude is already late. First thing he does is make us wait for him. Ever heard anything about the guy?” Jenkins asked Jo, forcing her to pull her head out of the locker and interact with them.

“Not really, to be honest. Maybe he’s not that bad. I’m not the biggest fan of judging people before actually knowing them. Maybe the three of you can give it a shot? Soothes the soul a bit,” Jo gave them a sarcastic smile after closing the locker aggressively. She knew she shouldn’t be doing that. Getting into arguments with the people she was going to spend the next five years of her life glued to. Especially not that early into the thing, but she wasn’t about to let them say bad things about her boyfriend without giving him a chance. And she wasn’t wrong. They really shouldn’t judge him before knowing nothing but his name.

“You find him hot, don’t you?” Hernandez smiled at her. "You saw him earlier when Webber was giving us the tour and you thought he was hot."

Jo didn’t want to blatantly lie to them, so she was more than thankful for the moment Alex interrupted and entered the room.

“Hernandez, Wilson, Jenkins and Davis, come,” he ushered them to get ready.

Alex guided the four interns to the hall before glancing at his girlfriend, who was supporting a poker face like he had never seen before. Still, he could see through it with ease. His face twitched into a crooked half-smile, causing Jo to roll her eyes ever so slightly.

Although he couldn’t pretend he wasn’t excited about having her closer to him, he was worried that their original plan was going to be even harder than they had thought it would be. Knowing that she was going to be so close in proximity to him after a year of being an entire country apart, was going to severely push his restraint.

“So, I’m Dr. Alex Karev and I’ll be your resident. I have five rules, and you’ll have to use your underdeveloped brains to memorize them,” he started walking after noticing Jo was trying hard not to laugh at the things he was saying, but still keeping a straight face.

“Rule number one: don’t even think about kissing my ass. It won’t work. I already hate you, and that’s not gonna change. Rule number two: run! Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers, nurses will page you. You will answer every single page at a run. Your first shift starts now. I have no idea how long it will last. It’s not my problem. You should know that. You’re interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work until you drop and don’t complain. I am not going to raise whiny babies,” he stopped in front of a door and eyed the four people in front of him before opening it and walking inside the room. “On call rooms. Attendings hog them to sleep or do other things. You will sleep when you can, where you can, and I don’t want to have to

find any of you doing the nasty anywhere, understand? Rule number three: if I’m sleeping, do not wake me, unless the patient is dying. Four: the dying patient better not be dead when I get there.”

Jo’s eyes shined teasingly as she raised her hand, “You said five rules. That was only four.”

Alex tried not to smirk as his pager went off, “Rule number five: when I move, you move. Let’s go.”

***

Jo’s first shift ended after thirty-six hours. She was completely and utterly exhausted, every muscle in her body protesting as she walked the two blocks from the hospital to her apartment. When she finally made it in the house, Alex was waiting for her with a beer and pizza in hand. He guided her to the couch and helped her sit down.

Jo groaned as her body sank down into the cushions, “I feel like I want to just curl up into a ball on this couch and sleep forever.”

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Alex chuckled. “I know you’re exhausted, but I need you to eat before you pass out, so take the pizza and beer.”

“I thought you said you hate your interns and that’s not gonna change,” Jo raised her eyebrows. “You’re being awfully nice to me, Dr. Karev. I hope you don’t think that this means I’ll sleep with you. Because even if I wanted to, I think I’m too tired to do anything.”

“Shut up,” Alex rolled his eyes. He looked at her suggestively. “And, you know I don’t mind doing all the work. It might be good for you, ya know? Like a stress reliever. All it will cost you is making sure you get some food in your system.”

“Are you offering to service me?” Jo laughed. This was reason one hundred fifty-seven of why she loved this man. “Is this something you do for all your interns, Dr. Karev?”

“Only the ones I’m in love with,” Alex leaned across the couch for a kiss. “Trust me when I say, I am very eager to please you.”

“You’re so dirty!” Jo giggled and pushed his shoulder lightly. “But, I may have to take you up on that offer.”

The pair talked and laughed while they shared their meal. It was nice being able to spend time together again and finally be on the same page. Agreeing to finish their food, they sat there in silence for a while before Jo spoke up again, “Are you sure this isn’t a conflict of interest? Me being your intern?”

“It might be,” Alex sighed. “I have a hard time telling you no, or when to stop because I respect you and I love you. But I also know that going easy on you would only be a disservice to your career, so I’m going to do my best to let you know when you’re in need of improvement.”

“Thank you,” Jo brought her hand up to his face. “I’m really happy that I’m here.”

“So am I,” Alex grinned. “So, what do you say we go to the room and I’ll… help you relax.”

“Three and a half years in and you still have a one track mind,” Jo shook her head, an amused look on her face.

“What can I say?” Alex shrugged. “I have a super hot girlfriend and can’t get enough of her.”

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ladyfogg · 7 years

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Sick Like Me - Part 9/20

Fic Summary: With unfinished business hanging over your head, being locked up in Arkham is holding you back. However, you have your eye on a certain red-haired maniac, who may be just the person to help you escape and realize your true potential. Fic Song. Fic Playlist. Fic Masterpost.

Fic Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Jerome Valeska/Female Reader

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, for a complete list of warnings, visit AO3.

The end of the week arrives quicker than you anticipate. However, the distance from Jerome weighs on you heavily. Before you got together, it had been easy. You had no reference for your fantasies, only your own wild imagination. True, you ached for him then. But now that you know what he tastes like, what his fingers feel like, what his tongue feels like…

It's nigh unbearable. Even the brief stolen moments you are able to have in the evenings isn't enough. At night you dream about him. Sometimes the dreams are more like memories, replaying your recent exploits over and over again. Other times, they’re fantasies. Jerome bending you over a table in the rec room, finally fucking you. Or taking you on the lawn in the yard. In some dreams, you’re not in Arkham anymore. You’re back in your old house, riding Jerome on the desk in your father’s study, while your stepmother bleeds out on the floor.

You weren't playing a game when you told him that you needed him. You need him more than you've needed anything in your entire life. But you have to keep your eyes on the bigger picture. You can’t sleep with him until he fulfills his part of the plan. No matter how much you want to wrap your legs around his waist and never let go.

Because once you give Jerome that control, there's no going back. You'll be completely his, and you’ll stop at nothing to give him anything and everything that he wants. You can’t do that. Not yet. Right now, you have to remain clear headed and focused.

Currently, you’re on your own, heading in the direction of the yard to meet up with Dobkins and Greenwood. Their roles for the escape are pretty simple, but they're idiots and you don’t have much confidence in their ability to remember what you told them to do. However, you find yourself lost in your own mind. You’re picturing sitting on Jerome's face, hands buried in that red hair, staring down into those blue eyes, when Lawrence walks past. He clears his throat to get your attention, passing an envelope into your hand without pausing.

You discreetly tuck it into your shirt and keep walking, adrenaline spiking because you know exactly what this means. It's not until you're safely around the corner from prying eyes that you examine it. The envelope contains a small folded piece of paper with Chuck’s familiar messy handwriting. All it says is: Good Luck.

It's time. You have to find Jerome and let him know.

Tucking the paper back into your shirt, you change directions. Walking the halls feels different now. There’s an extra spring in your step and you can’t stop smirking. This has been in the works for so long, you’re excited to finally see it come to fruition. Of course, it could also be you’re feeling this way because you finally have Port in your pocket. And because Sionis is out of your way.

Either way, you’re on cloud nine when you walk in the direction of the rec room. You assume that's where Jerome is. While it may take some time to get him alone, not even that challenge can wipe the smile off your face.

Suddenly, your arm is seized and you find yourself dragged into a nearby closet. Panic takes control. Instinctively, you turn to scratch the person, catching them in the face.

Jerome grins at you, his cheek shining with a streak of blood. “Mmm, foreplay,” he coos.

The surprise is replaced with lust. You growl and grab the front of his shirt, tugging him forward. “I was just looking for you. Never sneak up on me!” you warn, and then you're plunging your tongue down his throat.

He shoves you against the door, yanking down the collar of your uniform. He pries his mouth away from yours only to sink his teeth into your neck. You let out a high-pitched squeal. His hands shove up the skirt of your uniform, grabbing the backs of your thighs. Without thinking, you jump up and wrap your legs around his waist, letting him grind against you. Already there’s a bulge in his pants is digging into your thigh.

The rational part of your brain kicks in however, and you shove on his shoulders to get his attention. “As delicious as this is,” you groan. “Now's not the time. Just got word from Chuck that we're good to go.” Jerome keeps sucking on your neck. “We've got errands to run, puddin’.”

Your words dissolve into a moan as he particularly hard thrust rubs against your clit. It would be so easy to fuck him. All you have to do is push his pants down and his cock will be free. Not yet though. You can’t.

“Jerome, stop. We have work to do,” you say firmly, pulling his hair.

Jerome draws his head back, sneering up at you. “And that's more important than me?”

You glare and seize his face between your hands. “Nothing is more important to me than you are,” you assure him. You give into your desires and give him a slow, lazy kiss. “But if you want to be able to follow through with your part of the plan, you'll let me do mine.”

“Later,” Jerome says dismissively, grinding into you again.

You lower your legs onto the floor and place a hand on his chest, shoving him back. “No,” you say firmly. “Not later. This needs to be done now.”

With a growl he suddenly has your wrists, slamming you against the door. “Later!” he snaps, pinning you with his body.

You glare, biting down on his shoulder enough to rip his shirt. Jerome shouts in pain. “Now!” you order, wriggling free from his grasp.

You shove him back so roughly that he hits the shelf behind him. When he comes at you, you slap him. Hard.

Jerome laughs, tongue swiping the small bead of blood off the corner of his lips. But he doesn’t try to come at you again. He simply gives you a sidelong look as you point threateningly.

“Don’t,” you order in a firm voice. “Don’t you ever try that shit again. When I say no, it’s no. Are we fucking clear?”

Jerome grins sheepishly and puts his hands up in surrender. “I meant no harm,” he says. “Just got over zealous.”

“Well fucking watch yourself,” you say, and pull him into a kiss. Jerome’s hands aren’t as rough this time as they grab you, squeezing your hips almost apologetically.

“How long do you plan to keep me waiting, Queenie?” he asks, lips parting from yours as he grinds himself on your leg. “Blow jobs and hand jobs are all well and good, but I've earned more. I've earned all of you.”

“Not yet you haven't,” you tell him, hand sliding down his chest. “I decide when you've earned the privilege of putting your cock inside me. You just have to do that one tiny favor we discussed. And then, I'm all yours.”

Jerome smirks, grabbing your wrist more gently than before and drawing you in even closer. His lips brush yours. “All of you?” he asks, other hand reaching around to grab your ass.

You grin back. “Well, maybe not all right out the gate,” you amend. “Not unless you're offering all of yourself as well.”

Jerome hums and ponders your terms. “Hmm, never considered it before to be honest,” he admits.

“Well, consider it now,” you tell him. “I don't let anyone do anything to me they won't let me do to them. Until then, I've got an appointment to get to. As do you.”

You're nearly out the door when Jerome pulls you back in, cupping your cheek. His final kiss is quick and more of a small bite to your bottom lip, before he lets you walk into the hall. Not before slapping your ass on the way. You glance over your shoulder in time to see him ducking out of the closet. He blows you a kiss.

Grinning like a madwoman, you strut toward Dr. Thompkins’ office. You're just rounding the corner when you nearly run into Port, who gives you a solemn nod. You salute him cheerfully. It's not until he's out of sight that your smile fades. If you didn't know any better, you’d think he was just coming from Lee's office.

The doesn’t sit well with you.

Lee looks up from her desk as you let yourself in unannounced, the door slamming behind you. She’s clearly shocked at your arrival, and immediately seems to be on guard. The way she says your name has a bit of an edge to it. “What are you doing here?” she asks.

“I needed to see you, Doc,” you tell her, voice serious and face worried.

It works, as you thought it would, and her expression softens. Whatever she was working on gets pushed aside and she gives you her full attention. “Are you alright?”

“No, no, I’m not,” you say, making it sound as if you’re on the verge of tears. “Jerome was switched to a different schedule. I haven’t seen him in days! I’m so worried about him!”

Lee gives you a sympathetic look. “I’m very sorry to hear that,” she says. “I know this is a very difficult change, but unfortunately, these things happen sometimes.”

“I just don’t know what to do!” you moan, dropping into the chair in front of her desk. “What if something happens to him? What if Richard comes after him? I won’t be there to protect him!”

“Mr. Sionis won’t be coming after anyone anytime soon,” Lee assures you. “Jerome will be just fine. You’ll be alright. You can make it through this transition.”

“I don’t think I can,” you tell her. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. He was the one person who understands me, who I felt like I could talk to. I don’t have anyone now!” You throw yourself on the desk, bursting into noisy tears as you bury your face in your arms.

Lee reaches over and places her hand on yours. “You have me,” she says.

Predictable.

“You’re just paid to pretend to care,” you say through fake sobs. “You don’t actually really care.”

“Of course I do,” Lee insists. “I just want you to be happy and healthy. Some separation from Jerome is a good thing. Trust me, you can make it through this.”

You lift your head up, still sniffling. “I guess you’re right,” you say. “Maybe it’s for the best. After all…” You glance up to meet her gaze. “We’re probably really dangerous together.”

Lee blinks at you owlishly, and you can see the surprise and concern in her expression. Slowly she withdraws her hand. “Why are you here really?” she asks sharply.

You ponder her question, staring at her wide-eyed as if you don’t have any idea what she’s talking about. However, after a few seconds it’s clear that her suspicion is not going away, so you sit back in your chair. “Curiosity mostly,” you say with a shrug, dropping the act. “See, Dr. Thompkins, I just find you so fascinating.”

There is silence as Lee processes your words. After a moment, she lets out a shaky breath and says, “You’ve been reading my files.”

“I skimmed them,” you admit, waving your hand. “Honestly, I too preoccupied to read them completely, what with Jerome’s head between my legs and all. Seriously, Doc, the things that boy can do with his mouth and tongue. Umph. Anyway, what I did read in the file was just so interesting.”

“I think you need to leave,” Lee says in a low, dangerous voice.

“Mmm, I love it when you get all bossy,” you purr, leaning forward in your chair. Her hand closes around the letter opener and you chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you. I do have a question though. What was Port doing here?”

“None of your business,” Lee says instantly.

“Which means it is my business,” you say. “The two of you wouldn’t happen to have been talking about me, would you? Because, if that’s the case, things are looking very bad for Captain Port.”

“I often converse with the captain about all our inmates,” Lee says evasively. “Now, it’s time for you to go. I’m giving you a chance before I call security.”

“Whoa, whoa, easy there, lovely,” you say, putting your hands up in surrender. “Just came to talk to my doctor. Don’t need to overreact.”

“We both know that’s not the case,” Lee says bluntly. “You didn’t come here to talk to me about Jerome. And if you did, it was probably to threaten me for separating you. So let’s cut the bullshit, okay?”

You give a mock gasp. “Language! You are supposed to be a professional!” you tell her, hand over your heart as if it pains you to hear such language. It’s actually arousing to see her be straightforward.

“Fine, I’ll cut the shit,” Lee says, leaning back in her chair. “I had your ‘boyfriend’ transferred to another rotations because you two are a nuclear explosion waiting to happen. You are two of the most manipulative, toxic human beings I have ever met, and I wanted to spare all of us the trouble of whatever it is you have planned.”

Lee’s eyes drift to your neck and you realize she can see Jerome's bite. You run your fingers over it teasingly and she immediately averts her gaze.

“God, you say the sweetest things,” you tell her, getting to your feet. You place your hands on the surface of the desk, leaning toward her. “You know, there’s something about you that I just can’t put my finger on. You’re not like the other doctors I’ve had. I like you. I think you've got a little something extra.”

“How flattering,” Lee says in a deadpan voice. “Now get the hell out of my office. This is your last warning.”

“Gosh, you’re so pushy, Lee,” you say, standing straight. “I wonder how Jim stands it.”

Lee pales and her eyes flicker dangerously as she slowly gets to her feet. “You were in my office that night,” she accuses, pointing the letter opener at you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you smile. She says your name with warning, but you interrupt her. “I go by Queenie now. Thought I’d make a fresh start. You know, for my recovery?”

There are suddenly shouts outside the door and the sound of people running past the office. Lee is alarmed but you cross your arms, unfazed. Perfect timing. You and Jerome really are a great team. He continues to show just how much you can count on him. Guess you'll be celebrating tonight. Can’t wait for him to finally fuck you.

Lee actually comes around the desk, drawing closer, but seems to think better of it and stops halfway. “What did you do?” she demands.

“Me?” you ask, appalled. “I didn’t do anything. I’ve been here with you this whole time.” You smirk at the letter opener she still holds. “Careful. That’s pretty sharp. Wouldn’t want to cut yourself.”

The door to the office opens and Port enters, red-faced. “All inmates back to their cells,” he orders. “We’re going on lock-down.”

Suddenly alarms start ringing throughout the asylum.

“What happened?” Lee yells to him over the noise.

“Richard Sionis is dead,” Port answers, grabbing your upper arm. “Come on, Queenie, back to your cell.”

You smile at Lee, allowing Port to drag you away. “Kaboom,” you say, blowing her a kiss.

The last thing you see as you’re led from the room, is Lee’s stunned face as she drops the letter opener.

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