Something More Than This
Summary: What was it like for our darling interns in their younger days? What were our dear Attendings up to in college? A look at the younger years of our favorite doctors.
Notes: This was an idea that spawned from a post at greysforum dot com. We were talking about how a high school fic would be cool. So here it is. Its not one of those oh if they all knew each other fics. None of that. Only Addison, Mark & Derek will be in each other's chapters. Richard Webber will pop up randomly in Meredith's. Not sure how long I want to make this, but each chapter is a different character. I'm not sure if they're all even in the same year and what not. The interns are all in high school, the residents in college, the attendings in college getting ready to start an internship. All the main characters are going to show up, and it's my little peek into their lives, I hope I can do the show justice and this all comes out pretty accurate, well as much as it can be. And yes I'm still updating The Choices We Make, I'm working on a long chapter right now.
Read, enjoy and review if you like it, review if you don't!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not even some random black panties.
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Meredith Grey's hot pink converse sneakers stomped up the stairs, rage filled her body and she just couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her backpack from her back and threw it as she entered her bedroom. She fell back on her bed, pulled her pillow over her face and screamed. She hated, utterly detested and loathed her life. The other girls at her high school were content with their perfect families and mother's that still insisted on baking cupcakes even though they were long out of kindergarten. She hadn't seen her father in years, and if she really sat and thought about how often she saw her mother, it would probably only add up to a few months out of her eighteen years.
Eighteen years of heartbreak, eighteen years of pain, eighteen years of feeling worthless.
She sat at her vanity and looked into her own eyes, past the thick black eyeliner and pink jagged bangs that hung over them, she saw emptiness, sorrow, pain and despair. Her mother never helped, just pressured and angered her. She knew, deep down inside, her mother had compassion and wanted the best for her, but had a god-awful way of displaying it. Medical school did slightly interest Meredith but she couldn't settle on anything. Graduation was quickly approaching and all she wanted to do was get away from it all.
Her boyfriend...could she even call him a boyfriend?...Her male companion of the moment only seemed to make matters worse with his constant shady behavior and lame excuses. He also seemed to be avoiding her at school today which made matter even more questionable. She pulled a picture of them together off of her vanity mirror and tore it in half.
Scratch Brian Warner off the list, she told herself. She found him far too creepy at times anyways. Her third boyfriend of senior year and she hadn't even talked to the guy she lost her virginity to for months. She felt even more worthless as she slumped back in her chair and refused to lock eyes with herself in the mirror again.
The phone started to ring and she slowly made her way back to her bed to grab it from her nightstand, she sat down slowly as she answered.
"Meredith, I've got a major surgery in twenty minutes and I will not be home tonight most likely. This does not give you permission to stay up late or sit in front of the television and mope either. Get all your assignments done. There's plenty of food in the fridge, fix yourself something reasonably healthy. I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow morning, alright dear?" Ellis Grey, her mother, said stern and fast.
"Yeah, alright mom," Meredith sighed, slamming the phone back on the receiver after the goodbyes.
She forced herself to go downstairs and find something to eat, but as she stared in the fridge she felt as if a rock were sitting in her stomach, which gave her no desire to eat.
She debated going to the hospital to bum around, most teenagers spent their free time at the mall, but Meredith found solace in walking on the bright white linoleum and watching people struggle to find themselves as their loved ones struggled to live. Other people's pain helped her loneliness subside, even if only for a moment, because she didn't feel like she was the only person suffering.
Sometimes, if she were lucky she might get five minutes to talk to her mom, who'd stuff money in the pocket of her jeans and tell her to go pick her up some dinner.
Meredith did have a car, a large house to live in, and other nice things, but material things didn't fill her up like all the superficial girls in her high school. She craved human attention, affection, she needed someone to talk to. There was Marissa, the other lonely gothic girl in the senior class, but half the time she was too stoned to make decent conversation with.
Meredith sighed and brewed herself some tea. She decided the hospital wouldn't make her feel any better this time and decided she'd rather do homework and go to sleep.
At least in sleep, she could dream of something more.
The phone rang again and Meredith ran to pick it up. A man's voice caused her heart to jump, but as soon and he finished his sentence she sighed. A telemarketer, as always. And again, she hoped it was her father.
Her counselor kept pushing her to pick a college, pick a career, pick SOMETHING. She decided on Dartmouth by laying out pamphlets on the floor of her bedroom, closing her eyes and reaching for one. Dartmouth College located in Hanover, New Hampshire...She read over the pamphlet yet again and figured she wouldn't get in. Despite her lonely, angry young woman status, her grades were impeccable. School seemed to be the only place she could get anything out in, she'd channel her rage into the determination she needed to get her assignments done. Meredith Grey, the pink haired, black wearing angry young woman in the back of the class, with the 4.0 grade point average, rich doctor mom and huge house on the outskirts of Boston.
She heard the mail fall through the slot in the front door and went to scoop it up before her demented cat flew out of nowhere to attack it.
She flipped through, secretly hoping there would be something from her father. Instead her eyes widened and an anxious, nervous feeling overwhelmed her. The return address said Dartmouth college and she gulped down the last of her now cold tea, set her cup down and tore it open.
She didn't breathe while she read it. She couldn't. Given she could maintain her grade point average until graduation, she was accepted to Dartmouth College, the highly exclusive Dartmouth College. She was tempted to call her mother and listen to her cry out in delight, but she knew she'd probably be scrubbing in already.
She read the letter over and over again, New Hampshire wasn't far away, but it was far enough, and college life suddenly appealed to her. Hot college guys, loads of alcohol, and hopefully a roommate she could click with. Loads of other super smart rich kids, there'd have to be a handful of other angry goth kids in the mix.
She felt better, even if only for a moment. Perhaps she wasn't so worthless after all.
She dug through her cassettes, found a tape of The Cure, popped it in the stereo and danced around the living room.
Take that, Brian Warner. She thought.