Bonjour et quoi de neuf! This is Takara-Hoshiko (MistyRose14 & LilacArcher12), and here is our first masterpiece, Scrub Me In. Each chapter will be one part of a "season" - yes, we plan on writing this for a long time. Just a little background on the story; take the randomness of Scrubs, the romantic drama of Grey's Anatomy, and the wonderful characters of Kingdom Hearts, and this is what you end up with. By the way, we are borrowing Takara's random babble idea, so you may skip it at the end if you would like. - Takara-Hoshiko

Disclaimer: We do not own Scrubs, Kingdom Hearts, or Grey's Anatomy. If we did, we wouldn't be on here. We'd be on a never-ending shopping spree.

Scrub Me In

"48 Hours of Pure Torture - Part One"

Many people refer to a career in the medical field as a game - the popularity, the stress, and the strategy. I was so excited to get in…and now I'm starting to think that I'd rather have a way out.

Sacred Heart Meeting Room…

"Good morning staff."

"Good morning, Superior…" the doctors droned in reply as they took their seats at the meeting room table. One doctor with flaming red hair was about to slump into his chair, but the blonde woman next to him kicked it out of his way, and he fell to the floor.

"Damn it, Nazi," he muttered under his breath and pushed himself up.

"You needed a wake-up jolt, Karev - you look half asleep." She leaned back in her chair comfortably and ignored his curses.

"As you all know," the Chief of Surgery continued, oblivious to their little scene, "today, we will receive a new batch of interns."

"Oh joy…" a scarred resident mocked, reaching for a jelly-filled donut.

"More like a new batch of drooling babies," the Nazi groaned in disgust.

"Anyways, I want this to be a positive learning experience; therefore, I would like some changes to occur. If you have any suggestions about what is wrong with our hospital, I would like you each to take a note card and write down your complaints." The Superior paused to take a sip of tea from his "lucky" Star Wars mug.

"You mean why this place is a urine-soaked Hell-hole," the Nazi noted to Karev. "Hey, I should write that down on my note card…"

"Gladys, please pass these out." The Superior handed eleven pencils and note cards to the nurse beside him and she did as she was told, making sure to flick Dr. Karev on the head when she walked by him.

The medical staff began scribbling down all of the things they despised about the hospital, not leaving one inch of the card blank. After about five minutes, the Superior began to speak again.

"Now, would anyone like to share?" His voice was unusually gentle - like a Kindergarten teacher's. He was met by blank stares. "Anybody? Dr. Cullens?"

Scarface looked up from his jelly donut. "Why me?"

"Because you're my friend." The Chief along with the rest of the table stared at him, curious to see what he had written down.

"I dunno…interns?" He was met with understandable nods.

"Damn, he took mine." The Nazi twirled her pencil, ready to chuck it at the attendant right across from her, Vexen Burke.

"Moving on. Kaputska, what are your thoughts on this?"

"We need more knives." Xaldin seemed to be busy stabbing something under the table.

"Scalpels," the Superior corrected him.

"Whatever." He barely looked up, but continued to stab. A squeal followed two seconds later.

Karev leaned over to whisper in the Nazi's ear. "I don't even want to know what he's doing."

She just nodded in agreement, wondering which of her many complaints she would share.

"Who will be the next victim- I mean volunteer?" the Chief offered, but once again, no one raised his or her hand. "Alright, Vexen, you're up."

"The staff is incompetent."

Complete silence, but you could tell that every single person in the room wanted to throw something at him.

"Okay then… Lexeaus?"

"The doorways in the hall aren't big enough," the monstrously huge man sighed, knowing that he was the only one who had this problem.

"We all feel your pain," the Superior sympathized and the Nazi almost snorted. "Dr. Nord, how's life for you?"

"Riku's cooking smells bad…really really bad."

"There's nothing we can do about that, but alright. Saïx Tores?" The Superior was displeased with the answers he had heard so far.

"Well, Superior, there is nothing wrong with Sacred Heart. It's perfect the way it is - and wonderfully run, may I add."

"Suck up," Karev whispered over to the Nazi.

"Thank you, Dr. Tores. Now, we all know our order, so can we speed this up? Axel Karev?"

"The nurses are shallow, and they can't tell the difference between a good-looking guy and an ugly one."

"Uh huh…Dr. Dorington, stop playing with the index cards and give us your opinion."

"Can we get the operation game fixed in the waiting room?" He tossed a card across the table and it almost hit Axel.

"Maybe." The Superior rolled his eyes. "Marluxia Montgomery?"

"I need my own O.R."

"NO WAY!" the other attendings protested and before they could start bickering, the chief spoke.

"Hold on people this thing is almost done. Last but not least, the lovely Larxene Bailey."

The Nazi cringed. "Kill me now - you've assigned me interns."

Sacred Heart Hospital - Next Morning…

A group of four interns nervously waited in the locker room of Sacred Heart Hospital for their doom.

"So…" an intern with spiky brown hair began, trying to make friends with the others, "we all have this Dr. Bailey, huh?"

"I hear they call them 'the Nazi'," a shy flaxen-haired intern replied in a barely audible voice.

"Nazi? Oh great…" He watched as another group of four followed their one-eyed resident.

"Well, maybe it's professional jealousy. Who knows, this person may be brilliant?" Another intern with wine-colored locks chimed in and leaned against the lockers.

"Hi…m-my name's Sora." He tripped over himself trying to shake her hand, obviously amazed by her beauty.

"Uh, hi. I'm Kairi Stevens." She awkwardly shook his hand, thinking he was mentally challenged.

The fourth intern watched the other three interact with each other, but kept his distance. They were the competition, and he wasn't going to let their socializing bring him down. But, he could get some interesting information out of them.

"My name is Naminé Grey," the third intern introduced herself. "At least we'll be tortured together."

"Yeah, together…" Sora agreed, still googly-eyed on Kairi.

"Grey, O'Malley, Stevens, Yang," a nurse read the names off of the chart and the pack of four followed her out of the locker room.

"Um, where's Dr. Bailey?" Naminé questioned the nurse, looking around for anyone who fit the intimidating description of "the Nazi". One person seemed to fit the requirements, but she dismissed the thought.

"Right there by that front desk." The nurse pointed to the woman that she had just decided wasn't the Nazi.

"Thank you…" Her heart sunk. She had heard terrible things about this doctor. And she wasn't sure if they were true or not.

They walked towards Dr. Bailey, with Kairi in front. As soon as they were there, Kairi had a dazzling smile on her face, hoping to impress Dr. Bailey - it didn't work, but at least lovesick Sora was happy.

"Why the Hell are you smiling? I already hate you," Dr. Bailey snapped at Kairi. "Follow me, suck-ups." She began walking off and her interns scrambled after her, taking a pager and a medical booklet from the counter.

"I guess I should give you a grand welcome, but that would be too merciful of me, so I'll say this - being interns, you think you're hotshots. The truth is, you are the bottom of the surgical food chain - scum, nobodies. So don't try acting all high and mighty with me."

Sora tried to raise his hand but Naminé quickly swatted it down. "Not now," she mouthed to him.

"I have five rules - if you can't memorize them, too bad. Number one: your pager beeps and you run as if lepers are chasing you." She stopped abruptly by a door causing Sora to bump into Kairi.

"This," Dr. Bailey opened the door and flicked on the light switch. "Is the on-call room. Sleep when you can and sometimes anywhere you can. Rule number two: if I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is dying. Number three: if the patient is already dead, don't bother, since you're probably better off if I don't know you've killed someone." She backed out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"You suck-ups have any questions so far?"

Sora raised his hand. "What's rule number four?"

"Rule number four: don't ask me stupid questions. Incase you are wondering, rule number five: any staff member asks you to do something you do it. No questions, no complaints, no laziness, no doubts whatsoever. I'm not getting chewed out just because of some stupid mistake you make." Their pagers beeped before Sora could fit in another inquiry.

"Come on, suck-ups - let's go be useful." This time, she took off at a run, the interns struggling to keep up.

"Wh-Why…is she so fast?" Kairi panted once they had made it to the helicopter pad.

"I heard she runs marathons - just for fun," Naminé wheezed in reply.

"What are you…a spy?" Sora inquired, his hands on his knees. "And why isn't he out of breath?" He pointed over at Roxas Yang, who was standing behind Dr. Bailey.

"I-I just know these things." Naminé clammed up as soon as she finished speaking.

"O'Malley, Stevens, Grey - stop chatting over there. Yang, get over here to help the patient." She flung open the door to the helicopter. Roxas helped her lift an unconscious woman out.

"Suck-ups, get that elevator door open!"

"Uh, she's not breathing-" Sora stated, darting over to the elevator to heroically push the down button.

"Dimwit, we know that already!" Roxas yelled, having a strong urge to run Sora over with the stretcher.

"Grey, get a nurse to page Dr. Nord!" Bailey barked at Naminé.

The intern hurried past Sora, taking the stairs. They seemed to spiral on forever and she felt dizziness setting in - until she tripped, but did not fall. Instead, someone else who was taking the stairs caught her.

She lifted her eyes slowly, searching for a clue to whom had saved her. A sudden wave of relief washed over her as she saw the name Zexion Nord printed clearly on his ID badge.

"Uh, thanks…" Naminé stood up and he held her arm, helping her keep her balance.

"No problem." His voice was smooth, almost mysterious to her. He was about to continue up the stairs, but she called out his name, hoping he would pause.

"Dr. Bailey needs your help with a patient," she told him while she leaned against the railing. The light-headed feeling was returning the longer she stood with him.

"I'll get to her as soon as possible." Dr. Nord brushed past her to descend the flight of steps. "By the way," he paused to look back at her, "make sure you watch your step - I might not be able to catch you next time."

Sacred Heart Cafeteria - Late Noon…

"Monday's Lunch Menu," Sora read aloud, standing in the lunch-line between Kairi and Naminé. "Fish sticks, green peas, jello, and cake. Hmm, sounds good." He picked up a navy blue tray and reached for a plate of fish sticks. Before he could pick them up, Kairi shrieked in horror.

"Oh my god! There are-"

Dr. Bailey snuck up behind Kairi, preventing her from finishing her sentence. "Yeah, yeah, we know - get used to it."

"Come on Kairi, its not that bad. The fish sticks in my elementary school were toxic." Sora helped himself to the green peas.

Kairi shuddered and turned to face her boss, who was now making her own lunch. "Dr. Bailey, how's the patient?"

"I don't know, where's the labs?"

"Uh…I-I'm waiting on them," she replied apprehensively. Silence ensued, in which Kairi regained her chipper composure. "Since you're here, do you want to eat lunch with us? You know, get to know what kind of people we are. Maybe it could be fun!"

The Nazi glared at her, blue eyes sparking dangerously. "It's not enough that you have to ruin my work hours - and possibly mess up my career with your learning experiences - but now you want to ruin my lunch break too?" She slammed her lunch tray onto the counter with a bang, causing nearly everyone in the cafeteria to look their way. "I can't eat around you people!"

The three interns stared at her wide-eyed. What in God's name had Kairi done?

Larxene looked as though she was about to go homicidal on their asses, but suddenly, a skinny man with spiky crimson hair dashed into the line and grabbed her by the shoulders. "Guess what?" She blinked in surprise.

"What the fu-"

"I'm scrubbing in on a valve replacement after lunch!"

"Wh-What?"

The doctor continued to babble as he loaded his tray - and Dr. Bailey's. Once finished he took her by the arm and steered her towards a table where several other residents had gathered. "Hey look, there's Luxord! Why don't you ask him about the brain aneurysm he removed with the Chief?" Nudging the woman forward, he turned to smile at Sora, Kairi, and Naminé. "You owe me," he whispered.

Meanwhile, at the residents' table, everyone was pretty quiet, more preoccupied with trying to find portions of their food that were fit for human consumption. Axel bounded up to them, setting an extra piece of cake on Luxord's tray.

"Guess what! I lost…"

Xigbar curiously eyed his fish stick. "Maybe you shouldn't have placed a bet against Luxord. He always wins, you know?"

Lexeaus cautiously lifted up his entree with a fork. "I think I've used this to catch fish before…"

"Oh the horrors of the lunch room…" The Nazi groaned as she approached. Dr. Karev pulled out a chair for her courteously but she took a step back.

"What's wrong?"

"You've probably done something to that chair. Payback for yesterday right?" She spat, judging him shrewdly.

"Dr. Bailey you're as cold as these fish sticks." Axel lamented, shaking his head in mock sorrow.

She stuck her tongue out at him childishly and took a seat by Lexeaus instead.

"So, how are your pansies doing?" Xigbar asked, chewing on a rather elastic cube of jello.

"I hate them - every single one of them. O'Malley is the stupidest person I've ever met. Stevens is Miss Sunshine - I want to wipe that pretty smile off her face so bad. Grey is just plain… well, dumb. Yang-"

"Rambling much?" Luxord commented.

"Shut up!" Larxene snarled.

"Wait," Axel held up his hand for silence. "Did you say Yang? As in Roxas Yang?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

The redheaded doctor grinned. "He's my best buddy. I practically started him on this whole surgical escapade." A plastic knife came very close to slicing open his jugular vein.

"I detest you right now," Dr. Bailey growled, brandishing the blade threateningly. "But I'll be nice and give you some advice. Don't walk to your car by yourself later."

Axel chuckled nervously. "B-But Roxas isn't bad, right? I heard he graduated at the top of his class."

The Nazi frowned in thought, and leaned back in her chair. "Well…come to think of it, he is actually helpful. Silent too, which is a major plus."

"S-See? He's a good boy." Karev waited tensely for her to nod in agreement, only then did he relax.

Unexpectedly a retching sound was heard. The residents turned to find the source of the noise, noses wrinkled in disgust.

"Damn it," mumbled Xigbar, "Looks like one of my interns."

"How can you say that so calmly?" Larxene interrogated. "If it was one of mine, I would have gone berserk."

"I've gotten used to it - happens every year."

As if on que, a janitor with a mullhawk came gliding in on cart, mop and a bucket of water in hand. He set to cleaning up the mess at once. The man was grinning maniacally and singing a song that sounded suspiciously like "The Circle of Life".

"Is it really necessary for Demyx to sing so loud?" Luxord moaned, dropping his head in his hands.

"Oh, that reminds me," Axel faced Dr. Dorington, a serious expression donning his features. "How did the surgery go?"

Luxord began to speak, his voice muffled by his hands. "I'll admit the man is a genius…but he was humming 'Pop Goes the Weasel' while drilling a hole in someone's head. If that's not bloody psychotic I don't know what is…"

The rest of the table nodded their heads sympathetically. They had heard stories about the Superior's crazy brain surgery tunes. Once, an anesthesiologist swore he heard Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, while the drill was going deeper and deeper into the patient's skull.

"Truly creepy…" Axel trembled; glad he never had to scrub in on any of the Chief's surgeries.

"All done!" Demyx announced, expecting applause. None came, and cafeteria life resumed as usual. Bailey's interns stared at him from their table. Noticing that they were paying attention, the janitor winked at them as he slid back into the broom closet.

Sora looked around, panicking. "I-I hope that was for one of you." His entire hand shook as he tried to bring his carton of milk to his mouth.

Naminé gagged. "I hope not." She recovered from her shock, noticing the fourth intern had finally made it to the lunch line. "Looks like somebody needs food like a human after all."

Axel had also seen his friend's arrival, and leapt out of his chair to go meet him. "So, how's the first eight hours been for you?"

"Meh." Roxas shrugged, monotonously pouring coffee into a Styrofoam cup.

"Meh? What's 'meh' supposed to mean?"

"Meh," he repeated, continuing down the line. "Is any of this stuff edible?"

"I haven't died yet, so it probably is." Axel dropped an extra cake onto the tray.

"I don't think it counts if you haven't died. You drank ten year old egg-nog for Christmas last winter."

"Point taken." He picked up a banana and sniffed for its freshness.

"Don't you already have a lunch?"

"So? I'm making sure everything's safe for you."

Axel waited patiently until Roxas had paid for the food - if it can be called that, and then dragged him off towards the residents' table.

"Oh hell no - my boss is over there." Roxas squirmed, attempting to break free of Axel's grip on his elbow.

"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's got food for that." He pulled out a chair and pushed him into it. Green peas rolled onto the table and three-and-a-half pairs of eyes were glued onto him.

Roxas gulped down more scalding hot coffee, and one of the residents cleared their throat. He felt like a circus freak on parade. Larxene sent a sharp glare at him.

"Axel, what is he doing here?"

"I want him to sit here 'cause he's my friend."

"Well this won't work with my agenda - I was hoping to avoid my interns like the black plague."

"Just ignore him. You'll barely know he's here." Axel looked away from the group, commencing to eat what was left on his tray.

The residents sustained their hostile stares. Roxas sighed, wondering if anything he ate would taste as good as if he ate by himself. He hated being an intern - no one would give him a break.

"So…" Xigbar began, mixing random food together on his plate, his appetite completely gone. "Does anyone know what's for lunch tomorrow?" He was answered by a collective groan.

RANDOM BABBLE... TEA!!! We like tea... Anywho, the past week has been terrible, what with test and projects and other crap. But, of course, the wonderful weekend comes like a fresh whiff of spring...if only it wasn't cloudy maintenent. Guess what? Takara transposed some KH sheet music into a medley! Hoshiko loves to play it on her flute toujourA bientot et merci!