I'm back! So, this is sort of like a Jolex rewrite of season 9, I guess. The plane crash never happened, but Mark and Lexie are just... gone. Jo was never in the foster system, and instead lived the privileged lifestyle Alex initially thought she did. I will be incorporating parts from the show e.g. Jason will be making his appearance later on.

It's bad. I apologise.

(Emily Mathis is my real life friend and I love her)

Dedicated to tumblr use freakinkarev because, well, just because.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or Panic! At the Disco

Chapter 1: I Write Sins Not Tragedies

I'd chime in with a

'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?'

No

It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.

Panic! At the Disco, I Write Sins Not Tragedies

Jo Wilson wasn't like her fellow interns. Heather Brooks was a bit too ditzy and Leah Murphy was a bit too trashy and Shane Ross was, well, he was a bit too Shane Ross. She supposed she probably had a fair bit in common with Stephanie Edwards but she was a whole lot classier than Stephanie so she didn't even bother to find out.

The fact that she wasn't like any of them meant she wasn't really friends with any of them. This was both a good thing and a bad thing. It was a good thing because it was acceptable if she didn't associate with them more than she had to. It was a bad thing because it was not acceptable for her to tell them to shut the hell up.

Another annoying, pathetically disguised as a cough, giggle escaped Leah's mouth. "And he's just so smart," she muttered in Heather's ear, except it wasn't really in Heather's ear because Jo could hear it from across the room. Leah bit her lip and glanced at the man in question: Alex Karev.

Personally, Jo didn't see the appeal. Yes, he was undeniably attractive and Leah was probably right about his level of intelligence- he'd have to be fairly clever, if he'd snagged a paediatrics fellowship- but apart from that? There was nothing particularly special about him. He seemed rather angry and, quite frankly, incredibly rude- in Jo's opinion, at least, because clearly not everyone else felt the same.

When Heather gave a dreamy sigh, Jo couldn't help but roll her eyes. "This is ridiculous," Shane murmured from beside her, but he probably only thought that because he'd taken a keen liking to Heather.

"Murphy, what's it say in Miss Mathis' chart?" Alex barked and Jo felt a grim satisfaction when Leah froze, clearly not knowing the answer.

"She's 15, been on dialysis for three months, and is fairly high on the transplant list for a new kidney," Jo said robotically. "She's had problems with her kidneys for the majority of her life."

Alex turned slightly, a frown on his face that only further proved Jo's character analysis of him. "Are you Murphy?" he snapped, and Jo had to bite her cheek to stop herself from saying that no, she was obviously not Leah because she actually checked on their patients.

Defiantly crossing her arms, she replied, "No, sir."

The patient, Emily Mathis, looked like she could care less about all the medical mumbo-jumbo she'd surely been put through. She was a tall girl, her feet almost dangling off the end of the bed, and her hair was purple. Jo was quite sure she'd never seen the girl without headphones over her ears and a scowl on her face.

Perhaps she and Alex were related.

"Okay, Emily, we're going to get you a new pair of kidneys," Alex said, only now he was smiling. "You've been high up on the list for a while, and I have a feeling this'll be the week, if not today. And then you'll never have to be hooked up to any of these machines again, and hopefully you won't have to see any of our face's for a good, long while."

Emily wasn't impressed by him treating her like a child- probably because she wasn't a child. She most likely had the mental capability to understand everything he was saying to her. Talking that way might work with kids under the age of 9, but not with a moody teenager.

That was all Alex had to say to the girl, so he exited the room soon after and the intern followed like a group of lost puppies. Particularly Heather and Leah.

"Where's Edwards?" he demanded. As soon as they'd left Emily's room, the frown had plastered itself back across his otherwise handsome features. "It's literally your second week on the job; it's a bit early for her to be skipping rounds."

Heather smirked. "She's stalking Dr Yang," she explained. "Apparently, she doesn't find saving children's lives as important as fetching coffee for a doctor who'll never let her scrub in."

The supposed to be subtle jab at Cristina Yang was evident in Heather's tone and Jo thought she was a bit daft to say that because while Alex may not be a particularly friendly person, he and the cardiothoracic fellow appeared to be quite close. Jo had overheard a conversation between a few attendings that mentioned Alex and Cristina lived together.

"Actually, she was stalking Dr Avery, last I saw," Shane corrected, sounding a bit better because he didn't like Jackson Avery. Something about plastics being a 'stupid specialty'. "I think she mentioned something about his sparkling green eyes."

Alex sighed, clearly not impressed. "Avery can keep her," he said darkly. "I don't need all of you idiots on my service at once anyway."

Shane raised his hand. "I'll leave," he offered eagerly. "I'd rather be with Dr Shepherd anyway. At least he actually teaches us."

Well, that was a stupid thing to say.

"You want to learn?" Alex asked, and the annoyed look in his eyes made sure the interns knew not to reply. "Fine. I'll make you a deal: when we get Emily her kidney, the lot of you can observe from inside the OR. Whoever I think is the least stupid at that point can scrub in." He gave them one last glare before turning around and walking into another patient's room.

Over his shoulder, he called, 'Don't bother with the rest of rounds. Go torture some other poor soul or, I don't know, read up on kidney transplants. I really don't care."

Alex was leaning against the wall in the hospital's day care. He was watching Meredith Grey as she had a pretend tea party with her daughter, and complaining. "This year's interns are horrible," he claimed. "Complete idiots. We weren't that crap, were we?"

Meredith rolled her eyes at him. "They're not that bad," she said. "And no, we were great. Well, I was great. You were kind of an arsehole. And there was that one time you choked up and almost let a guy die in an elevator."

"You are not a nice person," he said. When Zola came waddling towards him, he smirked. "It's no wonder your kid likes me more than you."

Again, Meredith rolled her eyes. "I take it back," she replied. "You still are an arsehole." She was used to Alex's ways though, so she knew not to take offense to anything he said. He never really meant it, even if at the time he thought he did.

Picking Zola up, he grinned. "How you doing, Zo?" he asked but her only answer was a strange gurgling sound so he repeated the question, this time directed at Meredith.

"She's great," she answered. "Never stops- runs everywhere. I can hardly keep up with her. Derek doesn't even try."

That sounded like Zola.

Before Meredith had a chance to ask how Alex was- which he knew she was going to do because, really, making sure Alex was okay was really all Meredith ever did- one of the interns appeared in the doorway. It was the tan brunette. The stuck-up one. Wilson? Yeah, Jo Wilson.

"What do you want?" he asked, annoyed, as she approached him. At least she wasn't absolutely terrified of the attendings, like that seemingly stupid blonde he may or may not be planning on sleeping with, and when she walked she walked with a purpose.

A slight smile curved up the corners of Jo's lips. "UNOS just called," she announced happily. "You were right; they have a kidney for Emily."

Oh, right. "Why couldn't you have just paged me? I'm kind of busy here."

Jo's cheeks flushed as she pursed her lips. "I did page you," she said, managing to keep most of the bitterness out of her tone. "Twice, actually. You didn't answer, and I figured you'd rather me come find you instead doing the surgery myself."

After checking his pager and discovering he'd turned it off by accident, Alex felt like a right fool. Not that he'd tell the intern that. "Good call," he told her sarcastically. "I'm so glad you have an ounce of common sense." Sighing, he set Zola down. "See you later, Zo. We'll catch up later, yeah, Mer?"

When Meredith nodded, he gave Zola's hair a final pat before letting the intern lead the way out of the day care. "Was that your wife?" she inquired as they were walking down the adjacent corridor. "And your kid?"

"Dr Grey and I are friends," he told her, almost laughing at the ridiculous implication. "Have been for years. She's married to the head of neurosurgery."

Of course, Jo thought. She'd seen Meredith Grey and Derek Shepherd together before. "So, can I come and get the kidney with you?" she asked, trying not to sound too eager. "You know, since I came all this way to find you…"

Alex sighed. "Where is it?" he asked, feeling he'd regret it if he did take her.

"Seattle Presbyterian."

"Fine, you can come," he allowed. "But no talking."

A couple of hours later and Alex was done with the surgery. True to his word, he'd let the interns watch from inside the OR but Jo was a little upset he hadn't let her scrub in with him. He'd chosen Leah.

At first this had annoyed Jo because Leah was one of the most simple-minded people she'd ever met and it was a wonder she'd even made it to medical school, let alone this program, but then she decided if she had a fairly attractive and majorly chesty girl throwing herself at her, she'd probably go with them too. Or, a fairly attractive male with nice biceps, more likely.

Because of Alex's decision, Heather was no longer talking to Leah. What Jo got from this was that the two were very petty and immature for 25 year old surgeons-in-training.

Shane was also being fairly immature, stating that by not picking him Alex was being racist, but the claim was unfounded because Jo was at least 75% certain both Heather and Leah had some sort of American Indian heritage.

Especially Heather- she had the high cheekbones and everything.

"That was amazing," Leah gushed when all of the interns- Stephanie Edwards now present- were gathered outside, behind the kitchen and among the garbage.

Jo didn't really have a reason to be there, but she also didn't feel like aimlessly wondering the hospital until someone paged her. She would look terrified and alone and out of place and that is not how she wanted to look.

"Yes, I'm sure it was, but did you learn anything?" Stephanie asked, vaguely patronising. That was something Jo liked about Stephanie; she had a good head on her shoulders. Well, unless you counted her crush on Jackson Avery but really, Jo couldn't blame her.

Most females had a crush on Jackson Avery. Probably a few males as well.

Leah frowned, but only for a moment. "Yes!" she cried excitedly. "I learned that he's even smarter than I thought, and that he smells really, really good up close." That could probably be brought back to medicine somehow, but Jo doubted that occurred to Leah.

"That's great," Shane grumbled. "Exactly what you're here to learn."

Jo wasn't going to lie; the urge to snap at Shane was definitely there. She was beginning to think he was just grumpy all the time, and that didn't sit well with her. If he had any obvious reason to be so cranky she wouldn't mind because she herself was a somewhat angry person, but from what she could he had it pretty well off. She knew he lived in the richer part of town, not that far from her, actually, and Derek Shepherd thought he was God's gift to neurosurgery.

But perhaps she was a bad judge of character, because she managed to find something wrong with every single one of them that others didn't seem to see. That could just be her competitiveness, though.

Despite not having been at the hospital for very long, she had learned things about strangers she never wanted to know about anyone. Stephanie Edwards had an awkwardly shaped mole on her back that she was afraid to get checked out. April Kepner and Jackson Avery for some reason couldn't stop hooking up, though neither of them really seemed to want to be hooking up. Richard Webber was hooking up too, with Jackson's mother, and any conversation between the two men was awkward and forced. Richard also didn't like the fact that he wasn't in charge anymore.

It seemed not one person in this hospital was dignified or refined. They all had secrets they clearly didn't want other people to know about but didn't know how to hide. Subtlety and locked doors were foreign concepts to the majority of the staff.

But she figured she could use this to her advantage. She did know how to hide things she needed to, and in her opinion that automatically put her above them. She knew all about them, yet they knew nothing about her.

Ever since she was younger, Jo had wanted to be the best. At everything, really. That's just how she was raised and it was how she planned to be for the rest of her life. She didn't have time for dumb or angry or slutty interns, nor did she have time for an irritable Alex Karev.

All she had time for was to be the best.

Reviews, my lovelies? I promise this will get better!