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"That will be 20 dollars ma'am" The taxi driver says from the drivers seat with a pedo smile. I toss him 25 dollars and quickly climb out of the yellow tin can. "Thanks." I roll my eyes shutting the door.
I stride quickly up to the enormous building entering only when the sliding doors approve and open their automatic wings. I make my way over to the white desk to my left. A sign hanging behind it reading Seattle Grace Mercy West.
"Hello, I'm looking for Dr. Webber." I inquire to the nurse tossing my newly dyed platinum blonde hair off my shoulder.
"Ah! Yes, he's waiting for you in conference room A. Right down that hallway" The nurse says pointing to her right, blushing at me.
"Thank you much" I say curtly.
I jog down the corridor stopping breifly only to look down at my outfit. I got up extra early this morning to make sure I was completely and undoubtedly put together. I'm not one to put in much effort for people but Richard is a very good friend of mine. He's always been there for me no matter what I needed. I dust off invisible particles on my high waisted, knee-length pencil skirt. Today I opted for my floral white two piece skirt and matching fitted spaghetti strap crop top. This morning it looked elegant paired with my blush trench coat and matching sandal heels but now looking down it looks like I'm ready for tea on Martha's Vineyard. Shaking my head of any added negative thoughts I quickly make my way around the corner into the conference room. Walking in I hear the voice of the man who has comforted me on many occasions. "Well, it's not that we aren't fully staffed it's just with Karev being out of commission, so to speak, I figured we needed a little back up." Webber looks up at me smiling hard with his perfectly white teeth.
"Foxx! I thought you forgot about me." He exclaimed.
"Never, Richard." I grin walking towards him with wide arms. He envelopes me in a gracious hug lasting a few seconds. He pulls back only to whisper "I missed my girl." I smile embarrassed looking down. He turns me around and steps beside me to my right. "Everyone, this is Jackie Foxx. She will be our new general surgeon here at Seattle Grace Mercy West." I look around to see mixed reviews. Some bright smiles some scowling in despair.
"She will be helping us out until Karev's return. So, with that in mind she will mainly be helping in Peds but is exceptional in every other department especially Neuro." Richard smiles at me knowingly. I look towards the others to see a shorter dark haired woman to be staring me down like she's challenging me.
"I did it! Richard I really did it!" I jumped up in down excitedly in his arms. "It was like I was holding that person in my hands, all their memories, their hopes, their dreams. I had it all in my hands! I was so close to crying." I stacked my trembling hands over my heart as we both sat down to our cups of coffee.
"I knew you could do it. What do I always tell you? You can do anything as long as you believe!" He smiles knowingly.
"I know, Richard is always right." I laugh rolling my eyes.
"And don't you forget it!" He chuckles taking a sip of his coffee.
"Well if there are no questions, Jackie will be getting started first thing tomorrow morning. For today she will be observing so don't be alarmed if you see her walking around." The graying man says with a delightful smile. He pulls me into a side hug as his pager goes off as many others do at the same time.
"Alright I have to be on my way. J, I'll see you soon!" He grins nodding his head and making his way out of the conference room. Leaving me to be gawked at by the others who are left.
"Please do take pictures. It will go nice over your mantles," I smirk as I turn and strut out of the room back down the hallway.
Stopping at the nurses station I first saw earlier I see the same nurse who directed me to the conference room. "Hey.. I didn't catch your name earlier." I walk around the station stopping right in front of her. She looks around nervously seeing if anyone else notices.
"Kendall," she says timidly.
"Kendall, I love that name. Look Ken, I wanna explain earlier.. I was in a bit of a rush you see, Chief Webber was introducing me to my new fellow surgeons and I was a bit late. So I didn't mean to be so short." I bite my lip looking her up and down.
"Oh, no it's uh.. nope. No problem! Pshh! Wasn't even- ha! Wasn't worried!" She stutters with a nervous giggle.
"Good. Well if you don't mind I'd like to take you to dinner to make up for it." She blushes as her eyes go wide.
"Oh. Okay." She rips off a piece of paper and writes her name on it. Call me, okay?"
"Of course. It's the only thing on my mind." I nod putting it in my back pocket. "But for now, do you think you could show me where the closest on call room Is? My flight was so long and well I'd love some shut eye." I nod looking at her innocently.
"Oh! Uh. Well.. Sure.." She turns and starts walking down the hall to her left and we come stopped in front of a grey door with the sign 'on-call room 1' to the side. She opens the door stepping in the room as the door slams behind us with a assuring 'click'. Turning towards her I see she is already ripping her scrub top off as well as pulling her pants and shoes off her body.
'Oh I am gonna love this hospital'
"Ahem. Well thank you for showing me the on-call room, I'm sure all of the rest of them are the same" I nod professionally. She blushes fixing her shirt.
"Yep! Yep they are!" She leans in near my ear. "Call me!" With that she turns jogging back to her desk.
I giggle to my self and continue walking down the corridor. Stopping when I see a trash can I pull the piece of paper out of my back pocket and toss it in the can. "That was easy" I smirk. I continue on down the hallway until I come to a big opening. The cafeteria. I walk over towards the soda machines popping in a dollar and twenty-five cents I press A1. I wait for my soda to drop but it never does. I slam the numbers over and over again. "Piece of shit" I growl.
"I swear that thing has a mind of its own," I hear a woman say behind me. I turn around to see a tall porcelain woman with long black hair and square glasses. She grabs her key and opens up the cold machine and grabs a coke. "This is what you wanted right?" She looks up at me inquiring.
"Yeah.. that's it. Thank you um..-
"Noel." She finishes my sentence.
"Noel. I love that name. Well.. I guess I owe you one. If you're up to it, I'd like to take you to dinner." I smirk looking her up and down as she blushes a deep pink.
Beep Beep Beep
I am sadly interrupted from my beautiful dreamland by my alarm blaring it's in my ear. I turn over only to slap the top of it to silence it's roar. When I turn back over I see a mass of red hair sprawled across the pillow next to mine. 'What was her name?' I wonder to myself. Not knowing the answer and not caring I pull my covers off my naked body and drag myself into my bathroom to get ready for the day. I look in the mirror to see the bags under my eyes. "God.." I whisper worriedly to my appearance. I shake my head jump into the shower and scrub last nights activities off of my body.
I walk through the hospital doors with an insistent bee on my back. "So you're gonna call me right, I mean I put my number in your phone so you'll see it right?" Buzz. "Well if you don't I know where you work! Ha!" Buzz. "I mean I didn't mean that in a weird way or anything!" Buzz. I roll my eyes as I continue my path through the hospital walking up the grand stairs to the next floor. As I hit the top I turn around looking down to the red head one step below me. "Amy" I start looking down at her name tag. "I love that name. Of course I'm gonna call you, but for now I have patients to take care of. I'll see you soon." I smile turning on my heal leaving an opened mouth bee. I head to my left and continue down the pathway towards the attending lounge. I push the door open to reveal the empty room. Making my way over to the cubbies I place my purse and phone in the smaller opening. I pull out my white coat and slip it over my arms. I've been here two weeks and I really haven't been paged all that much. I don't understand if I'm here to help how can I help if know one pages me. I hear the door being opened behind me but I don't make an attempt to turn around.
"Foxx right?" I hear a deep voice from behind me. "That's me." I answer still not turning around.
"Look I get it, I was once new but lay off my territory."
I finally turn around to see a tall greying man before me. I look down at his coat to see his name.
"Mark. Look, I've been using this cubby since I got here-
"Not the cubby! My nurses! You went through all the derm nurses! I was gonna go there next!" He yells half serious half in disbelief.
"Do better next time then" I smirk. "What did they say anyway?" I inquire.
"Every single one of them says they are dating the new blonde girl. Took me forever to realize they were all talking about the same person!" He throws his hands up in despair.
I giggle and toss my hair back.
"The only difference between me and you is that you lead them on. Make them think they are something. Evil. I love it." He walks closer to me and sits down on the bench in front of me.
"It's not evil" I laugh. "All women want to feel loved, Sloan. Feel like they have a purpose. I'm a healer. It's a beautiful thing, really." I finish with a serious face.
"Fucking bullshit" he yells as we both burst out with laughter.
Beep Beep Beep
"That's me." I wipe my tear and grab my pager in my cubby beside me looking down at it excitedly. Finally. As I walk towards the door Mark says "We should get drinks tonight at 8. Everyone from the hospital goes to Joes it's across the street."
"I'll see you there." I smile genuinely letting the door behind me.
"I got paged?" I ask walking into the diagnostic room. Looking up I see beautiful blonde curls adoring a small frame.
"Yeah, I'm Arizona Robbins. I'm going to need you to scrub in with me on this surgery since Karev is gone. This little girl Brittney has a cut on her liver and since Karev isn't here I need some extra hands." She finishes never turning around.
"Yes you said that already. I get the point, I'm next in line. Just page me when you're ready." I roll my eyes and walk out the same way I walked in. What a fucking bitch. I get it I'm not wanted here but common curtesy is a alive people!
"Foxxy!" I hear one of my nicknames being yelled from behind me. Knowing it can only be one person I turn with a smile.
"Richard! Just the smiling face I needed!" I laugh as he pulls me into a hug.
"Listen I want you to meet someone, meet me in my office after your shift ends?"
"You got it! But can I ask you a question?" He nods. "Why do the other surgeons hate me? I mean you know I'm not one to care but I just don't understand" I ask curiously.
"They like you!" He lies.
Some may say I'm not a nice person. Some may say I just don't care. Some may say I'm awesome in bed but one thing I'm not is gullible.
"Webber, you know me. You've known me practically my whole life! You can't lie to me." I cross my arms.
"They just miss Karev. It's kind of like you are replacing him to some of them." He shrugs. 'I don't even know the man.' I think.
"Hey don't forget to come see me later, I gotta run." He pats my arm and takes off in the other direction.
I take a few steps only to feel the angry buzz in my pocket. Pulling the pager out it reads 'OR 3.' Knowing full well what it is for I begin my journey towards the surgical floor. Pushing the door open I see the beautiful blonde scrubbing her arms in the sink. I push my lips together to stop myself from saying anything I may regret and begin to scrub the bacteria off of my arms and hands as well.
"I'm sorry for earlier." She starts. "Karev and I.. uh well I was his mentor so I'm taking this a bit rough I suppose." She shrugs. Choosing to remain silent I grab a towel to dry off my hands. Walking around her I toss it in the bin "I'm just here as a favor. So do me a favor and don't put me in your shit." I hold up my hands as the automatic door slides open with relief walking into the surgical room.
I knock on the dark wooded door twice "Richard, it's Jackie." The door rips open in front of me.
"Come in!" He smiles brightly. "I'm just waiting for her." He leads me to sit on the small love seat in front of the sizable window looking out on to the stairs. "Now I know it's been a while since we talked but you didn't tell me you were seeing someone! You old dog!" I giggle as he begins "Well actually-
Before he could finish there is a quick knock at the door and I hear a woman's voice.
"Richard, it's me."
He goes over to open the door and I make direct eye contact with the woman I never thought I would ever see in my life. She walks over to me with a wide smile.
As Richard nervously says "Jackie, this is Catherine Avery. My wife." I gulp hard as I look up at her looking down at me confused. Webber's look of excitedness quickly turns to one of uncertainty. I stand and shake her hand quickly. "I have to go. Excuse me." I move around them making my way out of the office.
Speeding up a bit I jog down the stairs out of the entry doors. Stopping to catch my breath, I look around to make sure no one was around. As I continue my walk towards my car I pull out my cigarettes taking one out of the carton and popping it between my lips. I flick my lighter at the end of it as the smoke fills my lungs with need. I make it to my car only to look up to see a bright lit sign over the building right across the street. 'Joes Emarld City Bar' it reads. Taking another puff off of my cigarette I feel a tear make it's way onto my cheek. Wiping it as quickly as it dropped I start walking towards the bright light. Stopping in front of the wide door I drop my cigarette butt onto the ground and crush it with my Saint Laurent heels. Opening the door I step in to see a mass of people dancing and drinking. I saunter over to the bar as a burly man with a stripped button up comes over to me.
"Welcome to Joe's, I'm Joe. What can I get you?" He smiles widely.
"Whiskey. Neat." I sit in the bar stool next to me.
"Jackie!" I hear a voice screaming from my right. I look over to see Mark making his way over to me.
"Hey! I'm glad you came!" He sits next to me and puts his beer on the counter.
"Thanks for inviting me. I needed it." I finish as Joe puts my drink down in front of me.
Whiskey? That-a-girl!" Mark smirks elbowing me.
A small smile appears across my face but fades quickly.
"Bad day?" He asks seeing the disgruntled look on my face.
"You could say that." I nod finishing my whole glass in one gulp.
"Well, let's get drunk then." He looks at me knowingly and calls over Joe. "Two more Whiskeys! Keep me' coming!" I look up at him to see him smiling down at me sincerely. I don't know Mark very well but I can already tell he's a very caring man. As we gulp the next cup down the night turns into a blur and all my worries are gone.