"I swear to god, Stevearino, if you do not give me a heal I will friendly fire you." Callie Torres, Seattle's Orthopaedic surgeon spat through her Xbox 360 headset as she laid belly down on her upper class, hotel room bed, the weight of her body fully on the beige coloured, white patterned sheets.
"You'll do no such thing, or I'll kick you from the party." A stern, older, female voice spoke.
"Thank you, GyneGirl!" The soft female voice said back.
"Well! Someone better give me a fucking heal, otherwise you'll lose your damn tank!" Callie growled through the microphone as her character jumped on the roof of buildings escaping gun fire.
"Keep ya damn panties on. I'm only a couple of yards away." Another voice came through the headset.
"You're DPS! Stay on target! Stevearino is healer!" Callie stared at her screen as she saw another character approach her handing her a small med-kit, with the name SurgicalNazi floating above her head.
"Just shut up and apply the med-kit." Izzie Stevens sat on the floor, of her living room in her shared home of three years. Knees up to her chest, wearing a white tank top, blue shorts, and her hair scarped back in a pony-tail. Her hands, tucked under her legs, grasped a white Xbox 360 controller, with a wired headset attached to the bottom that sat neatly on top of her blond locks. Her small feet tapped on the hard wood floor leaving a heartbeat like sound to accompany the sound of brutal gun shooting and screaming. "GyneGirl, go left – SurgicalNazi, go right, TorresTortoise go straight for the middle, I'll be able to keep heal on you guys." She said through the microphone.
"Really? It just seems you're keeping GyneGirl healed." TorresTortoise spat back causing Izzie to screw her face into a defensive grimace.
"No! I keep you all healed, thank you!"
"Uh-huh, we all know who your favourite is."

The chat fell silent as it was the final mark of all levels. The final boss, the party made their way through to the platform.

"Everyone ready?" Addison asked as she stood in the middle of her hotel room, wearing nothing but a baggy t-shirt, a liquorice red chew sticking out of her mouth, and grasping a black Xbox 360 controller with a wireless microphone attached to her auburn hair. "We do this, we get to go to bed on time and we get character progression." Addison said.

In the background of Addison's classy hotel room, a mixture of soft lighting of candles, rose petals lay upon the bed along with the handsome, and the athletic body of Mark Sloan, who watched Addison with a look of awe, a twinkle. He smiled and shook his head as he watched a woman, he cared so much for, swear, become angry, and occasionally violent at a mere video game. Blood, violence, screaming, and healing. Characters rushed into battle, some died, others merely lost mana, ammo, and their teammates faith. Each room fell silent, the only sound coming from their controllers, the tapping, the long drawn out movements of the joy-stick.

Izzie's mouth hung open as she focused on healing her teammates, running from GyneGirl, to SugicalNazi, and to finally; TorresTortoise. They needed to win this battle, not only for themselves but for the land they fought for. A lot weighed in on this battle, pride, coins, rare boss drops. Addison was careful where she placed her character, as the gunslinger fired three electric charged bullets at the boss. Just as they were about to hit, the boss – known as Broodmother, cast a spell to shield her health. Addison gritted her teeth. "Fuck!" She shouted loudly, making Mark jump.

"Final leg, everyone! Let's make it count!" Callie said through her headset as she sat up slightly to get a better view.
"Oh, we got this!" Marinda Bailey replied as she moved her character from left to right to avoid getting hits from the boss, all the while balancing Tuck on her lap and occasionally kissing the top of his head for good luck.

"Charge your attack again, Gyne, I've weakened her down." Callie's voice spoke with pride.

"Charging!" Addison replied.

"How long is charge time?" Izzie inquired.

"Fourteen seconds."

"Stay on her Stevearino, she'll end up taking agro."

"Gotcha!" Izzie replied as she focused most of her attention onto Addison's character.

The Broodmother erupted a haunting, violent, blood curling laugh. All four women fell silent. They knew what it meant. Suddenly, a burst of urgency rose. Callie changed her position moving backwards charging her own attacks.

"Gyne! Hurry up with that last attack! You know that laugh!"

"We're going to die!" Izzie shouted through the microphone before disconnecting.

"Fuck! Where did she go!?" Callie yelled.

"She's not online! Stevearino must have disconnected!" Marinda said

"Gyne! Remove her from the party!"

"I will when this is over! Launching final attack!" Addison's character launches her final attack, shooting four fire bullets from her gun, straight through the air. A cut scene breaks – as the fire bullets penetrate into the Broodmother's thick, pink, oozing skin, and exploding her into a thousand pieces. Marinda sat back in on her sofa and took a deep breath as the word 'Victory' flashes across the screen. Callie grins before fist pumping the air, doing her own little victory dance.

"Well, everyone, looks like we can celebrate." Addison says with a smile.

"No thanks to Stevearino." Callie spat.

"Something may have happened." Callie scoffs through her mic.

"I don't think so, she got chicken shit and left. Anyway, I'm going to go to bed."

Addison turns around to face Mark, who is beaming with pride. "I have some celebrating to do of my own." She says with a smirk.

The three disconnect from their chat, leaving the void blank. Izzie's eyes slowly looked up at the figure standing before her. A woman, no less than five foot three, mousy brown hair, and a look of anger on her face while holding the power cord.

A/N: Let me know what you think, if you want me to add another chapter to this. I want to explore it a little more but it's something light hearted.