Completely AU. I am not a med student, I don't know the right medical terminology so please don't pick at me for that. Please tell me what you think and if it's worth to continue writing it. Thanks.

Chapter 1

"I Will Survive."

Quinn walked into the Wesley Teaching Hospital expecting nothing. She knew what it was going to be like. She knew she was going to be pushed to the limit. She knew that her emotions would be completely out of whack, that she would feel grief, happiness or sadness whenever a patient would be wheeled in, all in a manner of a day. She couldn't deny that this was going to hurt, but she wanted to save lives and this she knew, would fulfill that. Would fulfill the hole that she was always needed.

She was ushered into a locker room with a whole other group of people. She could feel the nerves off these people, it was like she was on a sinking ship and she was stuck in a room with people that didn't know what to do. "Sink or swim." She muttered to herself, earning a few looks. She found her allocated locker and started changing into her scrubs, grabbing her stethoscope and hung it around her neck. She hung by the back, leaning against the lockers as some higher doctors, she guessed, who be the residents and listened in. She was assigned to a Doctor Walters. Right.

She followed the pack and they were shown pagers, charts and the rooms. Dr Walters wasn't very handsome. He was very intelligent, but he had this sort of creepy smile that freaked her out a little when he stared at him or the girl beside her. She thought she was doing fine, listening in, reading charts and doing what her very creepy resident was telling her to do until they were shown the board. She was interested, she was, but she was very interested in the people standing in front of it.

Men. Gorgeous men. They looked like attendings to her and they all had their arms crossed, hands under their biceps and their eyes trained on the board. The board was holy. It was the shrine of the hospital. Dr Walters stepped forward, offered a hand to each of the men and they all turned to look his group of his interns. The group of interns Quinn happened to be standing in, and looking a bit dumbfounded as she stared at them.

A Neurosurgeon, Cardiothoratic and a Neonatal surgeon. Very three handsome, intelligent men and it wasn't until her eyes found the Neonatal's, she knew she was in trouble. His eyes were so very green, sandy blond hair sticking out from under his scrub hat that had golden retrievers on them and when he started to smile, she felt herself blush. Flirting with attendings, or even talking to attendings without being spoken to was very, very bad.

I'm definitely on a sinking ship. She thought to herself.

She bit her lip, brushed her hair off her shoulder and walked past them without another glance, knowing that she couldn't act upon that. Even though she so, so wanted to.

She found herself doing stitching in the E.R. Her resident had disappeared and she wanted to make herself useful. She had Chief Resident Dr Perry come around, inspecting her work and made a few comments before he walked off. Quinn liked it here, she was always learning. She was always busy. She was always needed. She gave another dose of some painkillers before discharging the patient with approval from another resident before heading off to lunch. Before she could even make it out of there she was met with attendings and residents flooding the E.R. and suiting up. She found Neonatal hottie as a girl called, Santana, called him walking through the doors. Dr Walters was suiting up too.

"Come on, Dr. Fabray, get suited up." Her eyes flicked to the Neonatal as she saw him register who she was before moving forward and grabbing some gear, putting on the apron and gloves.

"What's going on?" She asked the group.

"Major car accident. At least twelve people are coming in." Neonatal hottie replied, startling her at how deep and southern his voice was. He walked through then, the eyes of the nurses watching him as he made his way to the front doors. Quinn followed suit behind Dr Walters as he tried to explain the situation. As they stood outside, waiting for the ambulances, her eyes wandered over to Neonatal hottie again. She knew it was rare for males to go into the Neonatal field, and even more so, a handsome one.

"Stop gawking at him or we'll be in trouble!" She heard an angry whisper say and her gaze shifted to a small browned hair girl, her hands twisting in front of her. Quinn almost laughed because her tone sounded like she was ten feet taller than Quinn was.

"You're Rachel, right?" Quinn murmured, noticing how nervous Rachel was. Rachel was in the same intern group that she's in.

"Yes. Except I won't bother learning your name because I do not care." Quinn rolled her eyes, let out a snort and looked away. She was one of those people. "I'm very driven and I will not let friendships or relationships get in the way. Also looking at -"
"Who said I wanted to be your friend?" Quinn muttered dryly, already bored by how annoying this girl was turning out to be. Rachel didn't have time to answer because the sirens blared out her voice and Quinn stepped forward, gaining looks from the residents and attendings. She wanted to help, plus she wanted to get as far away from this girl as possible.

Before the first ambulance even opened she heard her name being called and she knew who was calling it. Southern and sweet, it was Neonatal hottie.

"Fabray! You're with me!" He shouted over the sirens and she nodded, swallowing hard. She ran after him as he grabbed the ambulance door and swung them open. Quinn was not prepared because she was met with a very pregnant woman, in very bad shape. She gripped the edge of the stretcher, listening to Neonatal hottie read off the chart. "Trauma room one, Dr. Fabray." He instructed and she nodded, pushing through and getting her set up on the bed. She started a new IV line, which was carefully watched by Neonatal hottie and tried her best to deal with injuries.

"Dr. Fabray, book an OR." He instructed and she nodded, running over to the phone and calling up. Her eyes wandered over as she watched him move around the pregnant woman. His hair was pushed back, almost as if he just walked out of the surf and his arms tensed and relaxed as he worked on her. She had to lick her lips. Your lips are dry, that's all Quinn. No air in the room, no ventilation no flow – oh god what am I even saying right now? She thought, taking in a sharp breath as she called the OR and booked it. When she was done she stood in the corner, watching everyone work. She froze. It was only her first day. She couldn't deal with all of this.

"Dr. Fabray, which OR?" She was being shaken out of her daydream, almost clenching as the person grabbed her arm. She looked up. Neonatal hottie. She froze, his green eyes piercing and she had to swallow before talking. Her voice sounded so small compared to his. "OR 1." She mumbled and he nodded. He gripped the edges of the bed, looking over his shoulder.

She followed suit and before she knew she was standing in the scrub room, frantically soaping herself down as she went through the procedure in her head. Just a simple c-section whilst keeping the mother alive and happy. Happy? She'll be under you idiot. She won't feel a thing. Right? Yes right, god Quinn get it together! She could feel his eyes on her, assessing her and before she knew it, he was speaking.

"Quinn." She had to swallow. He knew her first name and that was not something she was not totally prepared for. No. No. No. You cannot know my first name. "It's your first day. You will just watch, okay? I'm giving you this opportunity for a reason." He murmured, making her turn to look at him. He had every reason not to let her be on this operation. To be in the OR. She had been at the hospital a total of four hours before she was thrusted into this situation. Four hours. She hadn't proved herself. She had nothing. She was nothing. She was an intern with the experience of a hundred text books combined.

"Why?" She whispered. He frowned, his eyes ducking to the floor as he paused before looking back up at her.

"I don't know." And with that, he turned and left. His green eyes darting to what lay in front of him.

She felt helpless. He had saved the baby. He had done it so quickly she was sure she missed it all in a blink, but they were too late for her mum. She had too much swelling in her brain. She was officially brain dead and that was Quinn's first death. Her first day and her first death. She had no hand in it. She could have helped, but she would have done more bad than good. She knew that. Everyone knew that, but as she watched Neonatal hottie pull off his golden retriever scrub cap and call time of death, she was heartbroken. She had to look anywhere but his eyes, because she was see her sadness reflected in them so she focused on the baby. Keep the baby alive.

She pushed the baby to the ICU where she would be monitored for the night. She was a month early, it's not that strenuous and she should be okay, but to go under extreme stress that this baby did, then this baby needs the best attention it can get. Quinn was unsure as to what to do. She wasn't sure if she was to report to her resident and say, Oh hello by the way I disappeared for a while because Neonatal hottie had requested me for some strange reason and now I have to look after this baby, is that okay? Her thoughts were interrupted when Neonatal hottie came into the room, picking up the baby's chart. God she had to find out his name.

"Dr Fabray?"

"Yes?"

"I bet you're questioning why I asked you, am I right?"

"That's correct sir, I mean, I am an intern." Quinn stuttered back as he handed her the chart. He pointed to a dot and she saw his name for the first time just beside where she had to sign. Samuel James Evans. He almost sounded like a model. She signed, more like she scribbled, and handed the chart back to him. She watched him, rubbing his eye as he sighed.

"I saw you and you saw me. You saw me and no one ever sees me. Plus, you were a bit of badass out there in front of the E.R as we waited for the ambulance." She frowned; she didn't understand what he meant. Saw him? He turned to look at her, letting out a soft chuckle as he took in her expression.

"Yeah, that really made no sense. You should report back to your resident. You've got a long night." She could hear the disappointment in his voice, but she had no idea what he had meant. He leant in, squeezed that poor little baby's small hand before leaving the room. She turned to watch him go. You saw me? How can anyone not see you, Sam?

Er I hated the ending I have no idea what happened there. I rushed it, I suppose. I just wanted it out.

Anyway, Reviews are always welcome!