Alex Karev Imagine
Alex Karev Imagine
Suggestions: Reader is a Trauma Surgeon married to Alex. She’s pregnant and doesn’t know how to tell him. Owen and Her go to a school shooting, where she is confronted by a shooter, so she distracts him by saying she’s pregnant, which throws him off guard. Her and Owen return to the hospital, where Reader tells Alex she’s pregnant.
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You wondered for days about how you were going to tell Alex. You were his wife. You told him everything. What you can’t tell him is an important detail that can change both of your lives for better or for worse. You didn’t know what to do, honestly.
“(Y/n), they need surgeons at the school shooting,” Owen walked over to you.
“Yeah, you got it. I’ll find you when I’m ready. I have to tell Alex so he won’t be worried,” You told him.
He nodded and went off. You ran off, finding Alex in the E.R.
“Alex,” You breathed.
“There you are, I’ve been trying to page you for 10 damn minutes, where were you,” He asked.
“I was near the O.R. I’m heading to the school, okay? They need surgeons.”
You rubbed your sweaty hands against your scrub pants.
“No, you can’t go near a guy with a gun, the last time that happened, I almost had a heart attack.”
He held your shoulders and kissed your forehead.
“Stay, I don’t want another heart attack.”
He walked off. You grabbed a kit and sighed.
“I’m ready Owen,” You told him, getting in an ambulance.
The ambulance ride was nothing but silence. Silence… It killed you. You wanted to say something, but it wasn’t the right time. You got out of the ambulance and looked around. Time to get to work.
“We still have people inside,” You heard someone shout.
You gave Owen a look. He nodded, running inside. You followed, sneaking around the halls quietly. It was something you didn’t want to do. You looked in each class, pursing your lips in concentration. You just so happened to be in a high school. Seems unexpected, right? You walked down the hall by yourself, losing Owen a few halls back. You turned a corner hand held up your hands, meeting with a boy with a gun, interestingly enough. You stared at him.
“Don’t move,” He growled, the gun shaking in his hand very violently.
“I’m not. I’m staying right here.”
You tried to stay calm, but fear had other plans. You shook a little bit too, but it wasn’t visible.
“You’re my ticket out of here.”
“Sorry, I can’t. I’m a surgeon, a doctor in easier words. You don’t want me as a hostage, trust me. This isn’t my first ticket around the carousel of guns and bullets. You look like a smart kid, you don’t want to do this. You’ll put the gun down. C’mon, it isn’t hard. Set it down and walk away.”
“And be unarmed, no thanks.”
You heard footsteps run. You turned your head slightly and saw Owen right there.
“We got everyone out (Y/n),” He muttered, looking past you.
You turned your head. The kid had his finger on the trigger.
“Before you shoot me, I have a question.”
“I have no time for games-.”
“Would you shoot a pregnant woman?”
The kid’s eyes almost popped out of his head.”
“Would you? Before you shoot me, I should tell you. I’m pregnant, 3 months, and I haven’t told my husband. I shouldn’t be here, but I am. Now… Would you shoot a pregnant woman?”
The kid was baffled. He stared at you with a shocked look as he held the gun up to you.
At the hospital, doctors stood around a TV, after finishing with the victims of the High School shooting.
“We have reports that there are 3 people still inside the high school: 2 Surgeons and the shooter. Hold on, I’ve got another report… Okay… It appears that shots have been fired inside the high school. In other words…”
Alex stood, covering his mouth with one hand. Meredith grabbed his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.
“It’s not Owen and (Y/n), no, it’s someone else. It’s someone else with Owen, okay,” Derek looked at the two.
“We can’t find (Y/n) anywhere. She wasn’t in the E.R. and she wasn’t in the O.R.,” Meredith told him.
“She’s not there.”
“We now have live footage that the shooter and surgeons are out of the school,” The reporter said, seeing the camera turn towards the front of the school.
You and Owen walk out. You had the kid, dragging him behind you as he struggled in his tied sweater. Owen held the gun in his hand. You had an annoyed look on your face as you were talking to the kid. Part of your conversation could be heard.
“I can’t believe you would! You’re a dumb kid, I’ll tell you that much. You don’t shoot at a woman, if you do that, you get hurt, and I don’t like hurting people.”
“Geez, you started it kid,” Owen sighed.
“None of the surgeons were harmed,” The reporter looked into the camera again.
You and Owen caught an ambulance to the hospital.
“You’re in trouble,” Owen looked at you.
“I know. I’m ready,” You shrugged, shutting your eyes.
“Thanks, although, I’m not worried about the hospital… I haven’t told Alex. I should’ve, right? I haven’t told him since I found out. I feel so worried, like he’ll end up leaving me after I tell him. Alex is sweet, and if I told him sooner, then I wouldn’t even feel like this. I don’t want to, but hey, that’s what I do. I wait until it’s too late.”
The ambulance stopped, and the doors opened. You got out and walked into the E.R. Claps erupted the room like a thunder storm. People congratulated on you and Owen surviving a terrible disaster, and you both just smiled and waved. You turned your head slightly and saw Alex. He stood, giving you a look you couldn’t explain. You sighed. You walked up to him and crossed your arms.
“I know you’re mad,” You mumbled.
He just stared down at you.
“I’m pregnant, by the way. I should’ve told you sooner, but I was afraid. I thought I would be getting people out instead of meeting the end of a gun, so I’m not going to risk my life again, although I’m a Trauma Surgeon, this is what I do, so… I’ll behave. I’ll listen to you. I won’t do anything without you know ever again. I’m sorry, Alex.”
You sighed, finishing off your small mini speech and turning around. A hand grabbed your arm, spinning you around into a hug. A hand held your head closely, and you were blinking twice.
“God, you’re an idiot. I should yell at you, but… I’m too relieved to yell at you.”
Alex held your face in his hands.
“And you’re pregnant? Now I can’t keep my eyes off of you. You’re too much to lose.”
He kissed you and smiled.
“You’re mad,” You muttered.
“I am, but you made me feel better by telling me you’re pregnant.”
“Yeah, I knew, but I kept it to myself, just until you tell me.”
“Now you make me feel even worse.”
“Stop frowning, you’re just going to get a hard time.”
“Because you’re going to be on maternity leave.”
“Don’t whine, you’re going to get all the care in the world from me.”