There's a new girl at Seattle Grace...and she's turning the hospital upside down!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy or Starbucks or anything basically. I do own Brianna.

A/N:This is going to be a happier, lighter, cuter, funnier fic. I hope you like it!
It's going to be hard to find a setting for this, taking into account all that's happened in S1 and S2, so I think I'll just let it write itself. It is fanfic, and strange things can happen...anyway, enjoy!

I originally posted this on TI, but I'm going to post it here. I'm not all the way done yet, but I'll start posting it anyway. Comments are love! And I give out cookies!

The New Girl: Chapter 1: Brand New Day

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Brianna Davis opened one eye sleepily and looked at her alarm clock. 5:00 a.m.

"I must be crazy," she muttered as she rolled out of bed.

It was partially true. It was summer vacation. When she could be out at the mall, movies, or Starbucks like anyone else, she was going to a hospital. Voluntarily. To work. It's not like it was her fault that she wanted to get a jumpstart on the job she'd be doing for um...yeah, the rest of her life! Besides, this thing wasn't permanent. She could stop whenever she wanted to. If she wanted to. She had a feeling that she might not want to. Besides, she could make the best of this situation. Even hospitals weren't boring. If this one was, she'd make it exciting.

A small grin crossed her lips. She looked in the mirror. Last night, she'd tried on outfits for about an hour. But to make a good impression, and to feel your best, you have to look your best.

Dark jeans. A must. Casual, proper, but cool. Her top was a black and grey striped rounded shirt. For shoes, she went with silver ballet flats. Probably a dumb choice, because something with a heel would have been helpful, height-wise (she was barely 5'2), but the outfit just looked so...good. She combed through her straight, red hair, then put some serum on it with her silver-polished fingers.

Today is a brand new day, she thought. Let's rock.

Christina arrived at Meredith's house scowling.

"Meredith, Izzie, and George! Get your sorry white butts down here right now! I'm am so not waiting for you if you are late!"

The three hurried down the steps, pieces of toast in their mouths, stuffing keys into their pockets. Christina had lost a bet with Meredith, and now she had to ride to work with them everyday for a week. It was killing Christina that she couldn't be at the hospital, claiming the best cases. She was a total grouch, and it was hilarious.

Half an hour later, they were changing in the locker room. Christina had to ride in George's car, and he and Izzie had spent most of the trip screaming at each other across three lanes of public highway.

Meredith was laughing for the first time in weeks, and even Christina was cracking up as they walked up to Seattle Grace.

"The sarcastic pessimist is laughing!" howled George as they opened the door.

"That's redundant, smart one," remarked Christina, walking quickly to the elevator. "I'm laughing because I got pictures on my phone of you guys."

She was still laughing when the elevator doors closed, leaving George and Izzie to stare, and Meredith laughing her head off.

"Morning, Dr. Bailey," said the interns as they walked up to her.

She looked at them in reply.

"Today marks the beginning of Summer Sibling Week," Bailey said. "High school students and a few middle school students come to the hospital to observe and help out a little. This is both good and bad. Good because since there are more people around here to do stuff like make copies and get coffee, you have more time for surgeries. Bad because each of you are going to have to take turns babysitting the kid. And...(everyone's head snapped up) before you write this off as a joke or a waste of time, I'd just like to remind you that if the kid likes you, they tell the attending, which reflects back to you and me. So, BE NICE. Understand?"

"Yes, Dr. Bailey."

So I had a lot of exposition to cover in that chapter, but the next one will be better, I promise!