Simply Irresistible

CHAPTER ONE

The emergency room of Seattle Grace was hectic, as usual, but even more so at 10am on a Tuesday. There had been a several car pile up near the airport. There was so much going on, even the Chief was in the ER, helping and directing traffic. Another ambulance parked at the trauma doors and the back doors of the ambulance flew open.

"Thirty-three year old Caucasian Male," a young female said, jumping down with the gurney, keeping the oxygen mask over his mouth. "There was head trauma. He has shattered glass lodged in his face, neck, and left arm. . ."

"Tell her I'm sorry," the patient mumbled.

"Dude, I keep telling you it's alright," the female said. She wasn't wearing a paramedic uniform, but jeans and a NY Yankees Baseball jersey-style shirt. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail at the base of her skull and there was blood splatter all over her. "It couldn't have been avoided, Jerry. I'm fine. You'll be fine."

"Emma, what are you doing here," the Chief asked as he rushed over to take the patient to the next available trauma room.

"Richard! I'm here to see Derek. But there was an accident. I was okay, so I got out and started helping people. Jerry here is the one who t-boned me. I pulled him out of his car. I couldn't just let him sit there. I. . . I wasn't sure . . . wasn't sure what to do."

"Take him to Trauma Room 3," the Chief directed the paramedics. He grabbed Emma's arm and pulled her to the side. "That's a lot of blood, Emma. Is any of it yours?"

"Blood," she asked, looking down at herself. "No, no, I don't think so. It happened so fast . . . I don't think so."

"Okay, let's get you out of here and examine you. I'll need you to sign some forms if you want to help out anymore."

"Sure, Richard, whatever you want."

"Okay, let's take you down the hall and I'll call Patricia." He kept a hold of her arm and maneuvered her across the room, trying to stay out of everyone's way. They found an empty exam room just down the hall. He picked up the phone off the wall and called Patricia who would be in his office as he helped Emma onto the exam table. "Thanks, Patricia," she heard him saying. "That's great." He hung up and turned to her. "Alright, what happened out there?"

"Like I said, it happened so fast. I don't know what caused it, but I can tell you the reaction," she chuckled somberly. "I checked myself over. There are no lacerations. I don't think I bumped my head. You know, pretty lucky over all. Rental car is totaled though. I don't think I went more than a mile and half. The car in front of me spun around and nailed the passenger side. Then Jerry, that's the guy I brought in, t-boned me on the driver's side. I'm actually surprised I wasn't hurt."

"You Shepard's really know how to live," the Chief chuckled shining a light into her eyes to check her pupils. He took his stethoscope from around his neck to check her heartbeat. "Okay, well, vitals are steady. Are you in any pain, Emma? You have to be positive. As much as I would love to have you help out, I can't have you keeling over because you're trying to brush everything off."

"I'm fine, Richard," she said. "But check my right ankle; I might have twisted it pulling Jerry out of his car." She lifted her leg up for the Chief to examine with a goofy smile on her face. She was surprised though, when he scooted a stool over and pulled up her pant leg to examine her ankle.

"It does look a little swollen," he said as a knock sounded on the door. "Come in."

A very pleasant looking woman walked in, carrying a clip board in her arm. "Okay, Richard, here are the forms you requested and a bottle of water and a. . . muffin?"

"Everything is for Emma Carter," he said, using his head to indicate the girl beside him. "I'm going to get an ice pack," he said, "Emma, Patricia will help you fill out the forms. I'll be back in a moment."

"Okay, Dr. Carter, I need you to fill out the top form," she said, handing her the clipboard first. A few moments later the paperwork was all filled out and Patricia sat on the stool talking with Emma about the accident as the younger woman drank the water and ate the muffin. "That must have been horrible."

"I really didn't have time to notice," Emma said.

"Oh, Doctor Mode," Patricia laughed. "It's helpful."

"Darn right," Emma said. "I wonder where Richard is? I want to get out there and help."

"Let me go get you a pair of scrubs to wear and an id badge. He should be back momentarily with that ice pack." Patricia looked at the ankle. "It doesn't look that bad. I wonder what's going on? Anyway, I'll be back regardless, hopefully Richard will be by then, too."

The door opened a few minutes later. Instead of Patricia, the door opened to reveal Richard Webber, Derek Shepard, and Mark Sloan.

"Are you alright? What happened," Derek asked, rushing over to her. "What are you even doing here," he said, pulling the small flashlight from his pocket and aiming it at her eyes before she had a chance to speak.

"There was an accident," she tried to explain.

"You were a part of this chaos," Mark asked, walking towards her slowly. "I bet you caused it."

"Oh, did not," she said, turning away from Derek to look at Mark. "Derek, if you don't quit trying to blind me with that, I'm going to kick you."

"Yeah, I'm real scared," he said, pocketing the flashlight. "Richard says your ankle is swollen. Let me see." Emma extended her leg as she rolled her eyes. "Ice pack," he said, holding out his hand as he looked at his youngest sister's ankle. "You should probably keep it on there for at least a half an hour."

"You two probably have all kinds of surgeries and procedures you could be doing," she said, angrily, "instead of running into an exam room to fawn all over me. Now, the two of you get out of here so I can get to work."

"Work? You're moving here," Mark asked, smiling. "Great."

"Are you," Derek asked, smiling as well. "That would be good."

"Would it? I'm so glad it pleases you. And no, I haven't decided yet. I just know I can't go back to New York."

"What happened," he said, stilling holding the ice pack onto her ankle. She sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to get away from her "brothers" until they knew what was going on.

"So glad to see you two made up, by the way," she commented. The two men smiled at each other.

"We're getting there," Mark said, kissing her cheek. "Now, spill."

"Okay, well, Nigel came back to New York for a few days a couple weeks back. He told me he was going to western Europe and wouldn't make it back for our fifth anniversary. So, I decided to take some time off and surprise him in Sweden and boy did I surprise him."

"What happened," Derek asked, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously.

"He was cheating, of course! You men just can't keep it in your pants," she said, kicking the ice pack off her ankle and jumping off the table. "You aren't happy unless you screwing as many women as possible. Why do you even get married? Why put anyone else through the emotional ringer just because you don't have the willpower to keep it under wraps for five minutes." She blanched realizing what she had just said and to who. She didn't get the reaction that she thought though.

"I'll kill him," Mark said.

"Me, first," Derek argued.

"Only after I'm done with him," Richard growled.

"Oh, knock it off. He's being served divorce papers as we speak," she said, "I'm not dragging this out. It was probably stupid to get married in the first place. Listen, he'll sign the divorce papers. We have a prenuptial agreement so they'll be no fighting. Can we go save lives or are you going to stand here and make death threats."

"I can't believe he would do this after what we told him. . . ." Derek stopped in his tracks as he caught the look his sister was giving him.

"After you told him what, Derek? Did you 'talk' to him before the wedding? I told you not to. I told you to let it go. I can't believe that you would just blatantly disregard my wishes on my wedding day! Oh, you truly suck." She leaned against an empty wall. "Thank you," she said. "I know that you guys will always do this crap to me, but thanks for looking out for me." Mark and Derek nodded.

"Well, I'm sorry I missed your wedding, Emma," the Chief said, "because I would have had a few words to add to that 'talk' of theirs."

"It's okay," she said, "I'm sure if he ever shows his face in Seattle you guys will make good on that 'talk' of yours."

"Let's hope he does, then," Mark said. "Let me go find you some scrubs . . . never mind." Patricia walked in holding a pair of navy blue scrubs.

"Will these fit," she asked, holding the shirt up.

"I'm sure they will. It's a good think I wore sneakers today. Richard? What title do I get to use?"

"You're an Attending in New York, right? Go with that. Anyone has a problem with that send them to me. We'll leave to let you get dressed. I'm going back down the hall to the ER. Meet me there in five minutes." Richard left, smiling. Derek had to go and scrub in on a surgery. He refused to leave, however, until Emma started smacking his shoulder. That left Mark.

"I'm glad you're here," he said, pulling her in for a hug and get specks of blood on his scrub shirt. "Do you need an extra skill cap?"

"I haven't been pulled into a surgery yet," she said. "Are the people here going to give me crap for being an Attending at 25."

"Probably, but send them to me before you send them to the Chief. Some of these people need to be knocked down a peg or two. See you later?"

"Absolutely. Oh, and if the police come in with my luggage, have them stuff it somewhere until I get done. Now, go, I have to change." Mark left, truly happy for the first time since Addison left. He and Derek were on the mend and Emma was in Seattle, at least for a visit. Maybe he could get her to stick around.

Emma changed quickly, folding her jeans and jersey-shirt up. She had no idea where to put them and Patricia had left already. She walked out of the room and to the nearest supply closet, pulling out a patient's possession bag and stuffing her clothes in it. She set it down at a Nurse's station and hurried back into the ER after pulling on the extra yellow smock and gloves.

"Okay," she heard Richard saying above the nose. "We have an Extra Cardio Attending down here if anyone needs her."

"Incoming patient," a paramedic yelled. "Asian female, approximately 22, head and heard injuries. We've pushed two of epi in transport. Patient is responsive."

"Emma," Richard yelled. "Over here." Emma rushed across the ER. It was a bit smaller than she was used to or maybe just more crowded. Either way it took her several seconds to reach Richard and her new patient.

"Is that a wooden stake?"

"Looks like it," he said.

"There's no way to tell my looking exactly where the stake pierced. It's possible it hasn't even hit the heart. We'll need an MRI or an X-ray to confirm. It'll need to be fast because she's loosing blood. Where are we taking her."

"Trauma one is open," he said, pointing, "let's start there."

"Keep Mark on stand-by," she said, "after I got this stake out, he might have to graft some skin or something." Richard nodded, pushing the gurney. "Out of the way," Emma yelled. They moved the patient into Trauma One. "Alright, which one is faster, Richard? MRI or X-ray?"

Twelve hours later, Emma (with Richard's help) had been able to remove the stake and repair the heart. It had been a long and grueling surgery. They had called Mark in when they were ready to close up so that he could make sure there wouldn't be a gaping wound.

"This is pretty bad," he said, "but I think I can handle it."

"Of course he thinks he can," a guy standing behind Emma said.

"That's enough Karev," Richard said. "Go on, Mark," he said, "we're here if you need us."

"Emma, have you seen this," Mark said, poking at the gap with a finger. Emma moved forward.

"Of course I have, Mark," she said, "if you remember correctly, this is my surgery. Now what do you need to do to leave minimal scarring." Emma ended up helping Mark, more to keep him on track than anything else. He seemed to have a problem, wanting to have Emma in the thick of things. It took Emma about ten minutes to figure out what he was doing.

"Mark, I already told you what happened and that I wasn't going back to New York. If you want me to stay in Seattle, all you have to do is ask."

"Emma," he said, looking up at her from across the patient, "stay in Seattle."

"No."

"But you said. . ."

"I said you had to ask Mark. And that, dear brother, was not a request but a demand." She stepped back. "Alright, the heart is done, beating on its own. I'm going to get out of here."

"Emma, meet me in my office after you scrub out. I want to talk to you," Richard said, looking over Mark's shoulder.

"Sure thing, Chief," she said with a sarcastic salute. "Whatever you say."

"Damn straight," she heard Richard said, "because I'm the Chief." The surgical team laughed.

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