One time for my peace of mind.

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Today is not a good day. I must make it so.

First, by taking glee in this Grey's Anatomy casting spoiler.

And second, as created by devkel, the first 20 (sorry that was supposed to be 20, not 2) people to comment with a pairing or character and a prompt will get a one line story*. Since we all know of my inability to write anything less than ten words, it should at least be good for crack value.

The following fandoms are available: the 4400, Smallville, Harry Potter, Entourage, President Clooney-verse, SGA, Grey's Anatomy, Kitchen Confidential, BSG, Spider-Man 2, Ocean's 11, and whatever else you've seen me write before.

*One line, two lines, two paragraphs. You know it's all relative.

ETA: Okay, offer expired.

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You are stumping me. Give me another day.

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Sorry! Take as much time as you'd like. Hell, take forever. I just jumped in because it sounded fun, but you're under absolutely no obligation to actually write the thing. :)

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I am procrastinating so hard I couldn't even spell the word.

It's somewhat rare for George to have patients who can't fit in their beds properly. He's had people that have been a little wide for bed, but never anybody so tall that their feet hang over the end. And there's a lot of bright red hair. Like a lot. He's like Beaker from the Muppets, but with a beard, like a man of the woods Muppet.

That's totally unprofessional.

"Good morning, Mister, uh," George glances at the chart "Weasley -- Good morning, Mr Weasley, what can I do for you today."

"I, uh, aren't you a bit young to me a Medi-Wizard?" Mr Weasley's not from around Seattle. Judging by his accent he's not even from the U.S. Huh.

George doesn't get many international patients -- maybe they call them something else in England. "I assure you that I am a fully qualified, doctor --"

Mr Weasley sits up a bit, now only his feet are over the side of the bed. "You don't have a cousin named Neville do you?" he asks rubbing his beard.

George isn't attracted to men. Especially not mountain men. "Um, no?"

"Oh, that's too bad, um where am I?"

"Seattle Grace?"

"Seattle? Where's that then?'

"Um, Washington State."

"State? You mean like the colonies?"

George tries to contain the choking noise. "Um, we haven't been the colonies for -- " But Mr Weasley is looking serious perplexed and when he gets to his feet, he's really really tall.

"Have you see my wand?"

"Your wand?" George is hoping that's not a euphemism. He doesn't quite know what to do with a crazy English patient. Maybe they're all like that over there but -- "Hey, Olivia," he hollers to the passing syphilitic cheater, "can I get a psych consult down here? Now."





The red-headed Muppet

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Lol. Poor Ron. Poor George. I've never actually imagined Ron with a beard. Interesting. Thanks!