Disclaimer:
"A Hard Day's Night" is the very first episode of Grey's Anatomy (Season One, Episode One).
Credit for the original plot and storyline goes to Shonda Rhimes.
Credit for characters goes to Stan Lee.
Point of View narration is mine. That's all... so don't sue me. I haven't got any money...
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"The Game. They say a person either has what it takes to play, or they don't. My father was… one of the greats. Me, on the other hand… I'm kinda screwed."
Everything's fuzzy, okay? So, yeah, it's a dream. Unless it's not and it's some sort of hallucination… but I'm not awake. So yeah, it has to be a dream.
Oh… and I think I'm having one of those tequila-induced dreams that I manage to get when I decide to go for broke and get wasted on liquor… because everything seems so real but all hazy like I'm watching from a fogged up window.
And in my dream, I'm watching open heart surgery going very, VERY wrong...
One surgeon has his hands inside the chest of the patient, trying to stifle a stream of blood squirting out of the patient's arteries. Another was frazzled by the scene unfolding before her as her attending got drenched in the patient's blood.
The nurses were scurrying about trying to be of any assistance to the doctors, handing out tools and gauze and trying not to panic at the sound of the shouts and the beeping of the machines hooked up to the patient.
"SUCTION!" the blood drenched attending screamed at his resident. "I need to see what I'm doing! Don't just stand there! SUCTION!"
The surgeons are frantically trying to find out how the hell they fucked up the procedure.
I was standing there, just dumbfounded about what was going on in front of me. Where was all this bleeding coming from?!
I looked at the attending surgeon's eyes. All I could see was complete focus and determination. His eyes said it all… "Don't die on me!" And as they anxiously tried to remedy the situation, the heart monitor suddenly does that thing where it just beeps a long flat line…
Yup. They're screwed.
I wake up startled.
Okay… not completely startled. Um… you know the feeling of a sudden wakeup call? The one where in your dream, you're just walking down a road and suddenly, you stumble, and before you hit the ground and feel the concrete slapping your face, you suddenly wake up…? Yeah. That's pretty much how my day all started.
I blink the sleep from my eyes, and try to get my bearings right. I look up to almost blinding light… which is odd, considering that I never open the drapes in my bedroom. As I squint to adjust my sight to the brightness, I realized that I'm not in my bedroom. I'm in the living room. I fell asleep on the living room couch.
Huh… I must have been pretty wasted last night to not bother going up to my bedroom.
As I get up, I notice something else… I'm naked.
Well, truth be told, going to sleep in the buff is nothing new to me. There were even a number of mornings when I got up naked and sometimes, I'm not even in my own house.
But waking up in my own house completely naked only means one thing… I must have brought someone home with me last night. And as I scan the surroundings, my notions were confirmed. There, sprawled on my hardwood living room floor, was a man.
Without a second thought, I took the blanket covering him, exposing his all too naked back and all too delicious ass, and wrapped it around my shoulders, covering my exposed form. As I stood up from the couch, I grabbed one of the throw pillows, seriously deliberating if I should stop ogling, and plopped it on top of the man's all to firm and mouth watering butt.
This jostles him awake and I quickly grabbed whatever piece of my clothing I could find that was lying on the floor.
As I tried to tip toe towards the stairs, the man raised up his hand… with my underwear dangling from his fingers.
"This is…" he mumbles sleepily, as he offered me my now obvious choice of undergarments.
"…humiliating in so many levels." I supplied as I grabbed my pants from him. "You have to go."
He turns to sit up and stretches on the floor. I feel his gaze following my movements. "Why don't you just come back down here and we'll pick up where we left off?"
Wow. He's such a tease. And so early in the morning too…
I considered his offer in my head as I tossed him his pants. But alas… I have other things to worry about.
"No. Seriously. You have to go." I said nonchalantly while watching him put on his pants. "I'm late. Which isn't what you want to be on your first day of work." I explained.
I took a good look at the guy I brought home with me. He's about nearly my height… must be an inch or two taller than me, but height doesn't really matter to me anyways, because looking at his face closely, I'm not surprised that I brought him home after a few rounds of tequila at the bar… because he's way hot. His hair was blonde and he's built quite nicely; not overly buff… but not anyone you'd easily take down in a brawl.
He must have noticed my staring because he flashed me a toothy smile that made him look even more gorgeous, if that was even possible. I couldn't help but smile back at him.
He stood up and took a look around. "So, you actually live here?" he asks with a smile.
Seriously? Small talk?
"No…" I answer… but then again… I do live here… "Yes…" at the moment, at least… "Kind of…"
"Oh…" he nods, trying not to look so confused. "It's nice. Dusty… a lot… but it's nice." he supplied with that smile of his.
Seriously? Again with the small talk? Why don't you just dress up and go?! I'm gonna be late for my first day of work if I hadn't already made that clear already.
We just stood there trying to adjust to the awkwardness now beginning to be apparent to the both of us… nodding and smiling and being completely awkward.
He looks around again trying to take it all in. "How do you 'kind of' live here?" he asks, still working on the zipper of his jeans.
More small talk… great!
"I moved two weeks ago from Boston… it was my father's house. I'm selling it." I explained just to get it out there.
"Oh, I'm sorry…" he replies, now done fastening his belt.
Sorry? "For what?" I asked. To this, he looks up at me with concern. Did I just say that out loud?
"You said 'was'…" he replied.
Oh… he thinks… "O-Oh. My father's not dead. He's…" I cut myself short. No more small talk. "…y-you know what? We don't have to do the 'thing'." I brushed off.
"Oh… well, we can do whatever you want." He suggests as he reached for his shirt hanging off the back of the couch flashing me with that smile of his. Why are you still flirting with me?
Maybe I wasn't very clear… or maybe he's still groggy with sleep. "No. The thing. We exchange the details… pretend we care…" I trailed off.
He just smiles at me with playful realization in his eyes as he puts on his shirt. Yeah… he gets what I'm talking about. But this has gone on long enough… I'm late. Fuck!
"Look. I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower. Okay?" I smile at him.
Wait… Why am I smiling too?! Fuck! His smiling is contagious! I need to get away from this hot piece of hunk pie ASAP before his flirting gets the better of me.
"…a-and when I get back down here, you won't be here." I finished with a nervous laugh. "S-So… goodbye… um…uh…" I trailed off hoping that this will be the end of it.
"Steve." he answers as he finished buttoning up his shirt and offers me his hand.
Wait… I just said we weren't gonna do the thing! Why in the fuck would you go and introduce yourself?!
Well, I'm not the kind of person who leaves a guy hanging like that after he offers me his hand for a handshake. Especially not after the raunchy adventures we supposedly had together last night under the influence of too much alcohol.
"Steve. Right…" I shook his hand and "Tony." I laughed.
What the fuck did I just do? What in the fucking fuck did I just do?!
"Tony..." he smiled, not letting go of my hand, as he came around from the other side of the couch trying to get closer to me. "…nice meeting you."
God, he's got a nice firm grip. And his hands are really nice… and I'm getting reeled in by his charm again. Get your head out of the clouds. First day of work today, remember?
I reluctantly let go of his hand and slowly backed away from him towards the stairs stifling a giggle. "Bye, Steve." I chuckled as I took the steps up toward the bathroom.
As I stepped through the bathroom door, I heard the front door close. I locked myself in the shower, ignoring the cold water raining down on me and trying to forget how giddy I was a while ago with Steve. I need to get ready. I'm late as fuck.
After I showered, I put on a clean-smelling shirt I fished from the hamper, put on the jeans I had on last night (which I found near the foot of the couch), grabbed my keys, and headed off to my first day on the job.
"Well, this day is really off to a good start." I mumbled sarcastically as I brought my car to life and drove off the driveway and into the busy morning traffic of Seattle.