Future in the past Chapter 1, a grey's anatomy fanfic

Okay, this is my third new GA story, but I promise, that I will update them all. I won't get over my head!

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Future in the past

Izzie Stevens was finally there. Today was the day she was going to start doing what she wanted to do since… well since she can remember.

She could finally leave her past behind. The trailer park thing, the modeling thing and of course the being-pregnant-at-sixteen-and-giving-her-up-for-adoption thing. The last thing wasn't so easy to get out of her head though.

She stood in front of the glass doors, that separated her from the rest of her life. The Seattle Grace Hospital was waiting for her.

Somebody stood next to her and she glanced to the side to see who it was and why that person was stopping.

"Hello. I'm Izzie."

The woman looked to Izzie.

"Hi, I'm Meredith. New today?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah. Come on, lets conquer this place."

"Sure." Izzie grinned and together they entered the huge lobby.

A few minutes later and getting lost only once they stood in their locker room and examined the other interns.

"I'm tired!" Meredith said and yawned.

"Why? What did you do last night?" I asked her with a knowing smile.

"Bar. Alcohol. Some guy. I really can't recall everything. I just woke up this morning with this seriously hot guy in my bed."

"Seriously? That's brave with the 48 hour shift coming up and all."

"Yeah, wish me luck!"

"I will, you me too."

"Will do."

A small Asian looking woman came up to them.

"Hey, with whom are you two?"

"Dr. Bailey." they both answered.

"The Nazi? Me too."

"Her nickname is the Nazi?"

"Yeah they say she can kill with her eyes."

"She must be huge."

"She's not." said a guy walking up to them.

"Who are you?"

"George O'Malley. And you are?"

"Christina Yang."

"Izzie Stevens."

"Meredith Grey."

"Nice to meet you, I saw you at the mixer."

"Probably… Hey Iz, is THAT the Nazi?"

"She is not tall at all."

"I told you so."

Dr Bailey was standing in front of the room, talking to a doctor, so they had time to analyze her, but they were soon interrupted by another intern blocking their view.

"Shit I'm late again, did it start jet?"

"No." I answered and he looked up at me.

"Hey you must be the infamous Dr. Model, It'll be a blast for me to make fun of you! The Nazi? I'm with Jeremy."

"Oh, get lost." Christina said, helping me out.

He made another stupid comment and left to get changed.

"Thank you."

"We have to work with this guy? Seriously? And you are a model? Seriously?" Meredith asked.

"Ex."

"I always miss the good gossip. Dammit." Christina said and turned around, because the Nazi entered their room to start.

7 Hours and 17 rectal exams later, Izzie was pissed and knew that the Nazis hated her. What in hell did she do to her? She probably hates nice people, people tell Izzie all the time that that's an annoying side of her.

Everybody sits together in the cafeteria and Izzie tries to eat after the rectal exams, while they talk about Ellis Grey and how everybody just wants to be Meredith. They stop abruptly though, because she walks in and rambles about some stuff nobody understands. Then between all these normal things, she suddenly sees him. She sees him. HIM. She thought she'd never have to see him again, but that hair was unmistakable. Those eyes… and he was coming up to their table. Oh no, no, no, he shouldn't. But he was getting closer and closer with his gaze down to the chart and Izzie could feel the blood drain out of her face.

"Are you alright Izzie?"

She couldn't even make out what George had just asked her.

He started speaking to them and he finally looked up.

"Derek!" Meredith said, but held her hand in front of her mouth quickly.

"Mer… what? Oh my god."

His voice! How could only a voice be so damned sexy? But why did he stop? He stared at Mer. Great. And she stared back.

Again Christina came to the rescue.

"Dr. Sheperd, what did you need?" he looked at her.

"I'm sorry, every year one of the new inters gets to scrub in on a minor surgery and Dr. Burke send me down here to announce that this year, it'll be one… no."

He looked up again from his chart and our eyes met for the first time. "…Dr. Isobel Stevens."

That she would get to scrub in didn't even register with her, it wasn't important at all at this moment.

"What the hell is going on here?" this time Christina didn't save her, she would have strangled her, if she had gotten the chance to.

"Izzie…"

"Derek, hello."

"This is freaky." George whispered to Christina, who just nodded.

Derek tried to remain calm and directed his words to all of them again.

"Thanks for your time."

Then he looked at Mer again and at Izzie and left.

"Congrats Iz!"

"What?"

"To the surgery!"

"Thanks…"

"How did you two know Dr. Sheperd?"

"Long story." they both answered and as Izzie looked Meredith in the eye, she knew that he had to be the guy from the night before.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Derek was her BOSS? And he slept with her friend? Her past would always come back to haunt her. Everything gets to much for her and she stands up and leaves as quickly as she could, without even putting away her tray. How could she still be this obsessed with this guy who got her pregnant and left since… what? 17 years?

His grandparents lived a few trailers up the road in Chehalis. When he was there over the weekend and summer and they were still very young, they used to play baseball together with the kids from the neighborhood . She knew he didn't really belong there, he wore nicer cloths and his hair was perfectly cut and styled. Than he disappeared for many years without any goodbye or an explanation, I heard his parents and grandparents had a big fight and he wasn't allowed to come back. But that changed, when he was old enough to make his own decisions. He came for one last summer 10 years ago, when she was 15 and he was about 22. Oh and what a summer that was…

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small hand that pulled her into an on-call room.

"Meredith! What the hell?"

"How do you know McDreamy?"

"McDreamy?"

"Derek, how do you know Derek Sheperd?"

"I… He's the one you slept with last night isn't he?"

"Ye…Yes."

"I know him since I was eight and he fifteen."

Izzie desperately wanted to leave, so she made an attempt, but Mer held her back again.

"Please, Izzie."

"Meredith I hardly know you, I can't tell you my entire history."

"He is you entire history?"

"A very big chunk of it. I haven't seen him in 10 years though."

Izzie started to leave again, but this time Mer didn't stop her, she did it by herself.

"I'll tell you when I'm ready, okay?"

"Okay, but… argh, this is crap."

"Major crap."

"I can't believe he is my boss!" they both said and had to laugh a little.

Izzie was very nervous about the surgery, she tried to concentrate on it the best way she could, but HE kept popping up in her mind… she had never told him about Hannah. Shortly before he left, they'd had a big fight about something she couldn't even remember, but it had something to do with his parents not excepting a girl from the trailer park as their sons girlfriend. So when he left he never called again and she found out she was pregnant, but wasn't able to call him, because he never gave her his number. Her feelings went back and forth between hating him, for leaving her alone, loving him and feeling guilty, that she had given up their child for adoption. He had never even met her. She at least had the opportunity to hold her for some time and kiss her goodbye. The Kline's, the family that adopted her, had even send her a pictures from her once.

Stop! She had to focus. The operation. She had done this operation a thousand times in her head and now she would actually DO it. Open, identify, ligate, remove, irrigate, close. Open, identify, ligate, remove, irrigate, close. It was simple, no worries.

She had scrubbed in and she could see all of the other interns sit in the gallery obviously taking bets if she could pull it off. She heard a few of them earlier, calling her Barbie and they said that she shouldn't even be there. She'd show them, she'd do this operation as if it was nothing special at all.

Dr. Burke looked at her.

"Okay Dr. Stevens, lets see what you can do."

"Scalpel." she said.

To be continued