Blind Start

Hey, there! This is my first fic and it's a Grey's Anatomy fic (ofc). The main center is MerDer couple, but there will also be other characters, like our interns and others :)

So, as I said, this is my first fic and I don't speak English, so it's hard to believe, that there are no mistakes in my writing. Sorry about that.

The story is about Meredith as an intern and how she copes with the life of a surgeon. And i'm gonna stop right there, because you will soon find out everything else on your own... Well... If you'll decide to read of course. Anyways. Hope you'll like it.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of these characters. They all belong to our great Shonda Rhimes. I just enjoy writing about them.

Chapter 1

Hi. I'm Meredith Grey. Yes... I'm THAT "kid", You know, the one that has a famous mother. Which you're probably thinking: what the hell? Why is she so angry and ungrateful... I would be thrilled to have a famous mother... Yea well, let me tell you something.

There are two types of mothers. There is the sweet mommy, that drives you to school everyday and kisses you goodbye. When you come home, there's a dinner waiting for you on the table and when its late she comes in your room and reads you a cheesy story with frickin' happily ever after end. My mom obviously wasn't that mommy. My mom was the other type of moms. The ones, that come home, after 48 hours of non-stop working and ignore you and don't even care if you had eaten or bath yourself or went to school or if you still have a whole body! AND to add a strawberry to the cheesecake, my mom is a famous, glamorous, two-times award winning, surgeon. Yes, my mother is Ellis Grey. THE Ellis Grey.

So i should be happy to have a mother as a doctor. But me... I was anything but happy. My mom despises me. She's a very talented, gifted, brilliant surgeon. But that's all she is. She is no mother... She isn't loving or caring or kind or nice or spirited or good, hell, I don't even know if she's a human! But she is an extraordinary, general surgeon. She's is extraordinary and i'm... Me. The lazy, petite, feisty, ordinary 27-years old female, that doesn't know how to cook. She once told me to be an extraordinary woman.

So... I became a surgeon.

"Crap" I muttered "Crap, crap, crap, crap... This is not happening..."

I was late... Yes, I was late on my first day at work. First! So much of becoming extraordinary...

"What time is it!" I yelled, Asking... I don't know... myself? I looked at my watch. 7:30. The intern meeting starts in half an hour!

I had a crappy intern meeting in half an hour. Of course my alarm clock decided to go on a vacation on my first day as an intern and then water decided to not become warm, so I had to shower in a damn Antarctica. And then when I was barely on the road, all the people on the planet Earth decided, that they need to go to work or shopping or whatever... On my first day at work.

"Oh my God... Move people!" I yelled and gripping the wheel even harder, so my knuckles became white.

It's my first year, as an intern. I did my med school on top of our class and I applied for internship at Seattle Grace Hospital. I just moved from Boston recently, so I could work at the hospital with the best surgical program on the east coast. Yeaaah! I was accepted... So I can kinda brag, that I was accepted for my brilliancy... Unless I was frickin' accepted 'cause of the famous mommy and her famous last name!... But let's not go there. I'm here now, let's believe i'm in because of my greatness.

My mother did her internship here aswell, at SGH, about billion years ago. Those were the days, when she was still unknown. She was married...yeah, can you believe that? She was married...to my father, Thacher Grey, but... She had an affair with he coworker named Richard Gebber or Febber... or something. And when my father found out... He left. He left us. He left me with the monstermom. I was only five when he left. He left because he knew my mom was in love with that Richard guy. But, as far as I know, they didn't last, because the second I realized, we were out of The Rain City, alone.

And now i'm here, back in Seattle, my birth city, in the middle of traffic jam, late for my work. What a great start!

Finally I arrived at the parking lot. Thank god, my mother's house wasn't that far. Hold that thought! Just so you'll know, i'm not living with my mother. She was diagnosed with Alzheimers six months ago, so she came back to Seattle and admitted herself in a nursing home. So... You're probably wondering, why I rambled all that stuff about my mother... well... I need some kind of epic introduction, right?

I looked myself in the mirror, and pushed some lonely strands of my golden-blond hair of my face. Then I looked to my watch.

"Damnit... 10 minutes till the meeting" I mumbled to myself.

I rushed out of car and for a second, I silently cursed the skiny jeans and high heels for making the running so hard. I slang around with my purse as I sprinted to the main gates.

Suddenly... as I rounded the corner of the hospital, I was met with a human wall and in the next second I was on the cold concrete. My purse flew in the air, because of my skillful slinging, and all the contents, that were nicely in it, were scattered all over the floor. And I'm pretty sure the human wall was saying something to me, as he was trying to help get up, but i was to busy trying to recover from bumping into a metal to even get what he was saying.

"I am so, so sorry, I didn't see you" The guy said, with clear guilt in his voice.

I grumbled, struggling to get up. I felt a pair of hands helping me with the standing.

Only then I looked up at his face and saw him staring at me. I blinked a few times as I tried to concentrate. Two ocean blue eyes, following by the slightly crooked nose and pink lips, his cheeks and chin covered in a light stubble. He was in his mid-thirties... I think... My eyes flew a little higher, at his hair. Slightly curly and slightly long, raven hair, that was styled back. Damn! That's some perfect hair. I looked down at his muscular shoulders, that were covered by a black coat. I wanted to continue with my observation, when I realized, he was smiling at me. This guy is...

Okey, snap out of it!

"Ugh... It's... Fine. It was my fault, I... I didn't see you" I mumbled, still recovering from the fall. I bent down and start picking up stuff, that flew out of my purse.

He stood there for a second and then he started helping me pick up my stuff.

"What's the rush for?" He asked, as he picked up a box of tampons. I quickly grabbed the box from his hands and gave him a deathly glare. He smirked at me, clearly amused at my accident.

"You know that rule, when moms teach you? Don't speak to strangers" I snapped at him, rushing to gather all my things. What the hell do I keep in my purse?! There's a lake of my personal stuff laying all around me.

"Uf, auch... Just trying to help" He said. His smirk disappearing. He put the last things in my purse and then stood up, picking up his briefcase.

"Well, I didn't ask for help" I said, annoyed, as I started to put my phone together. I looked up and saw his offended face and I sighed.

"Look, i'm late for my meeting." I said picking up my purse. "Thank you for your help" I managed to crack a small smile. Before he could answer, I ran inside, not caring what he was about to say.

I stepped into the hospital lobby and took a look around. Hospital was cracking, because there was many people running around. I quikly shook my head and headed to the elevator. I stepped in a crouded elevator and pressed the number for surgical floor.

Ahh, this elevator is so damn crouded... I wonder how it's still working. I looked around and saw some nurses whispering probably some gossip, there were some male doctors, that were staring at me. I could feel their eyes on my ass! Stupid pervs... Keep your eyes somewhere else, I muttered in my head.

When the door finally opened, I ran to the intern locker room.

When I entered the locker room, I was met with a chaos. Interns were running all around the room. Huh, i'm here just in time.

I grumbled to myself and went to my locker.

"To which resident are you assigned to?"

I looked up, as I heard the question. A small Asian woman was staring at me. She had long, black curls.

"Huh?" I said.

"Which resident do you have?" She repeated, clearly annoyed.

"Ummm... Bailey."

"Oh, you got the Nazi? Me too.." She replied, frowning. "I heard, she's a pain in the ass"

"You're Cristina, right?" I asked, as I remembered her, when I was at the Intern mixer.

"Yeah, Cristina Yang. New kick-ass intern" She smirked. "And you're ... Meredith?" She said, as she read my name on the lab coat.

"Yah... Meredith. Meredith Grey. New 'already late for my first day' intern" I replied. She smiled at me.

"Meredith? You're Meredith? It's a really nice name" I turned around at the sudden voice and saw a small, dorky-looking guy looking at me. "I'm... I'm George... O'Malley" He stretched his arm at me for a handshake and grinning at me. "I also got The Nazi, I guess we're gonna be tortured together, right?" He said, madly laughing.

I hesitated and shook his hand. "Um, right. Hi... George"

"I saw you at the mixer. You were really nicely dressed. You were wearing a black strapless cocktail dress and... Those cute black sandals with small heels. And your hair were styled in a very beautiful French twist" George said, smiling widely.

Both, me and Cristina, were staring at him. Cristina's mouth slightly open. He noticed our staring "Okay, now you're probably thinking i'm gay, umm... no.. i'm not gay"

"Mhm right. Just go away, before you embarrass yourself even more, Heidi Klum." Cristina snickered.

He turned around with head low, and walked to his locker, across the room.

"Bambi has a little crush on you" she said as she burst out laughing.

I just shook my head and asked. "Did you noticed, that there's only a few women here?"

"Yeah, but I heard one of them is a model. Seriously? A model... Is she gonna pose for surgeries?" She joked.

I laughed at her mean comment. I guess, it won't be so boring over here.

A sudden yell shook us out of the conversation "Yang, Grey, Stevens, O'Malley... Dr. Bailey is waiting for you"

Me, Cristina and George walked out of the locker room and saw a small, round, black woman at the Nurses' station.

"That's The Nazi?" Cristina asked, confused.

"I thought Nazi is a guy" George replied.

"I thought Nazi would be... Nazi" I said.

"Maybe it's a professional nickname, maybe they're just jealous of her. Maybe she's nice" a sudden blond woman was walking in front of us.

"Let me guess...you're the model" Cristina said annoyed.

Blondie just gave her a warning glare.

We approached to the, so called, Nazi, and stood there looking at her. Blondie was first to make a step.

"Hi, i'm Isobel Stevens, but everyone calls me Izzie" She said in a happy voice and offered her hand for a handshake. I rolled my eyes.

Bailey slowly dragged her eyes from the chart and stared at her hand. Than she looked up, to observe each and every one of us.

"I have five rules, memorize them" She said in a harsh voice. "Rule number one: don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change"

We just stood there, glaring at her. Especially Izzie, who looked confused and offended.

She points to the desk "Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, when you'll be needed. You answer at a run. A run! That's rule number two" She yelled as she started fast walking.

We each, grabbed the things and ran after her. Great... We got the world's most evil resident ever. No wonder they call her The Nazi.

She suddenly stopped at the OR board and George almost bumped into her.

"OR board. Here are scheduled surgeries. Surgeries, you suckers won't be performing anytime soon" She snapped at us and and pointed to the scribbled board and then started her fast walking. I exchanged looks with Cristina, who was clearly angry. I just shrugged.

"On-call rooms! Attendings hog them. You can sleep here when you can, where ever you can. But not with anyone. Especially not attendings. If i catch you sleeping with attending, you're gonna met the Bailey hell. Understand? You better do" She snapped at us in her Bailey voice "All this sleeping talk brings me to rule number three, if i'm sleeping don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead, when I arrive there. Not only you will kill a human, you would woke me up for no good reason and make me look bad. Which you don't want to. Thrust me. You, idiots, get it?" She said, glaring at us.

We just stood there, staring at her, clearly speechless.

Holy pig. This is going to be a hard year.

"Are you people deaf?" She yelled at us.

"Am.. No.. No, Dr. Na-Uh...um, Dr... Dr. Bailey" George stammered. I looked at Cristina, who was trying hard not to burst out laughing.

Bailey sent him a deathly glare, which was interrupted by beeping pager. Bailey looked down to read the message.

"9-1-1" She sighed, then looked at us "Rule number five, when I move, you move" She said, before she started running down the hall, with us following her.

Okay, this was the first chapter of my story. Let me know, if you liked it... if you did, I will continue. I already know, what to write for Chapter 2.

I hope you liked it. I need to know, if I should continue or not :D

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