Encontré un nuevo fic... sobre el spinoff también... en fin no tiene un final muy bonito pero bueno:
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He brings her a vanilla latte in the morning. It’s cheesy and obvious and not usually his style, but he figures the humiliation can’t last for long. She’ll be gone tomorrow. She can’t laugh at him for long.
Addison takes the cup from her intern with lightly tossed-off, “thanks,” but when she sips it and recognizes the contents, her left eyebrow lifts and she looks at him with amusement and something a little like a wistful appreciation. He immediately regrets it; he feels his cheeks redden with embarrassment. He clears his throat and tries to wave the gesture off by throwing a chart down in front of her. She doesn’t really need to read it over, and she doesn’t take the bait.
“I did tell you that you’d miss me,” she deadpans, but her eyes are teasing and sympathetic. She was a tiny bit disappointed by his reaction when she told him she was going. Not that she
wanted him to miss her, really, but all the same it would have been nice to have a sign from him that he’d notice. So she is glad he’s showing
some awareness of her soon-to-come departure.
She has been in a strange state of hyper-lucidity since arriving an hour earlier. Voices are louder. Colors are brighter. People are more distant. The latte brings her back to earth. It puts Karev right here in front of her; it makes him real to her. It’s the caffeine, perhaps, and the shock from the burn on her tongue. Whatever it is, it’s good to feel a part of the world again. She can even admit, now, that it will be a shame when he’s no longer around. She’s the one going away, but she feels more like it’s he who’s slipping out of her orbit.
But he’s clearly uncomfortable, and she’s too nice a person to make him suffer further. So she throws out the day’s instructions and puts him right to work. She throws him a quick, pretty smile that makes his chest hurt a little when she’s done giving him the orders.
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She’s been helping her successor, Dr. Carlton, get adjusted. When she leaves her intern will be transferring to work with him instead. She thinks the new guy’s pretty good, but she and Karev both secretly suspect that there is no way he’ll measure up to her.
So she’s giving him a list of tips for his career. Some of it is specialty-specific: what the best conferences are, where to submit papers, how to nab a leadership position on the national board. The rest is general life advice. She urges him to always keep the end goal in mind. Not to get bogged down by the details of residency. Not to let the system kill his dreams. She tells him how she feels about him, professionally.
“When I first came here, I will admit: I didn’t think you’d amount to much.” He winces when she states it but grins and shakes his head acceptingly. He had been an ass to her, after all.
“But since then, I’ve decided you’re the most talented intern in your cohort.” He looks up in surprise.
“And I’m not just saying that because I’ve been working with you primarily.” She bites her lip and considers how much she should put out there. He’s an arrogant prick, sometimes, but she doesn’t
really think his ego is that big.
“Yang is gifted, but she’ll never have anything remotely like a decent bedside manner. Grey lacks serious, consistent ambition. O’Malley’s not that smart. And Stevens, well, I thought she had a gift, but her empathy really sort of backfired. But you—you’ve surprised me, time and time again. You’ve started being really great with patients. You’re dedicated and hard-working. You whine like a baby sometimes, but when you do put your mind to learning stuff, you surprise me with the depth and comprehensiveness of your research. So, yes, I think you have a really bright future. I think you’re going to make a fabulous neonatal surgeon.”
He’s beet-red now and racks his brain for something to say back. He settles for the trite and obvious: “Well, you’ve been a pretty cool teacher, I guess.”
She smiles and ducks her head—she likes to think so, herself, but it’s nice to hear it anyway. The way he hated her before makes the words that much sweeter now. She thanks him and passes him her stethoscope.
“Tell me what you hear,” she instructs him. He puts the cold metal to the premie’s chest and listens in.
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He was pissed when she first told him she was going. He masked the hurt and settled for indifference. When he saw that his response had hurt her, he immediately regretted it. But Alex doesn’t back down that often. So he’s been acting like he doesn’t care every day since her announcement. Today, though, he’s starting to really wish he hadn’t. Because he’s remembering all the times she’s asked him for reassurance—that he cares, that
somebody cares, that he’d notice if she was gone. Maybe if he hadn’t been so cold, things would be different. It’s too late to fix that—she isn’t the sort to back out of professional obligations once she’s finished making arrangements—but he kind of wants her to know that if he could, he'd take back the way he acted. His brain whirs for the rest of the day looking for a way to do that.
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At lunch, he pays for their cafeteria food. It totals just $15.71, but the gesture makes him feel good. She’s amused by his insistence—his whole bank account is probably her idea of a decimal point—but she finds it rather cute of him, anyway.
He asks about the place she’s headed, and she tries to give him a picture of the people she’ll be working with. She’s disappointed by how bland their descriptions sound to her own ears. They’re not an interesting bunch. Then she wonders how she would describe Karev, to them, and finds she has no words. It isn’t identifiable, this thing about him that makes her find his looks and actions worth the effort of constant scrutiny. She finds him vaguely fascinating, really, but it’s in his
air, not anything she can pinpoint. This realization makes her hopeful that her new coworkers will be the same. It also helps s
y ahora si estoy intrigada con lo de Mark 
