Don't Panic
Prologue
Emma Woodhouse trudged slowly up the nine billion stairs to her apartment. At times like these, after she'd worked a forty-eight hour shift, she wished she'd not been too lazy to find an apartment with an elevator.
At the time of her apartment hunt it had seemed perfectly reasonable to assume that there wouldn't be much need of an amazing apartment, or the perfect place to live, because she was much too busy finding the perfect place to work; the hospital of her dreams. So she'd just picked… Anything with a bed to sleep in while she wasn't at the hospital.
But wandering home after a long week, with bloody corpses and failing synapses, she wished she had an actual home with actual living contacts. A hospitable environment that she could call home to more than just her clothes, but maybe her life too.
She already had one home filled with death and despair, she didn't need to leave that one and come home to another.
As much as she hated to admit it she had to, for once, agree with her best friend Mary; she needed a man to come home to.
Or possibly a dog.
It really depended on which she found could take better care of itself in her absence and whine less at her long hours.
It wasn't like Mary didn't have the perfect life though. How could she understand any of the problems Emma was going through? She had an amazing boyfriend that not only understood the hectic lifestyle that their job demanded but he worked it too. She was the top intern of their year and with a boyfriend higher up in the food chain of the hospital hierarchy, and therefore commonly got chosen for some of the most complex heart surgeries; basically the type of surgeries that Dr. Bide, her resident, even regarded with envy.
Lucky her.
Mary had an apartment (which she shared with Dr. Drake, a.k.a. Dr Amazing), the surgical future Emma dreamed of, and even managed time with real live people that weren't patients.
Emma had stairs.
She was an amazing surgeon though. Second generation. Her father was the Dr. Woodhouse. Yes, that Dr. Woodhouse who not only developed the reigning surgery to aid in the reconstruction of collapsed ventricles but was also named Chief of Surgery at the most prestigious hospital in the Northwest (ironically enough named Northwestern Hospital).
Yes Emma worked there, but don't label her a daddy's girl.
She'd earned her name in the world of medicine by graduating in the top five of her class at Mayo and even though she was a lowly second year intern she wasn't the worst doctor in the place, so that's at least something.
So she was no Mary. She had no Dr. Amazing but merely the grumbling likeness of Dr. Carter Knight to push her through her neurosurgery specialty and hopefully to the top of the profession. Or at least right behind him because technically he was at the top and made sure the entire hospital knew it. She had no amazing apartment with Dr. Amazing waiting for her and was actually just thinking about taking a little nap on that ridiculously everlasting flight of stairs. There were just too many of them for her to expect to climb them all.
But she'd reach the top eventually.
And you know what? Mary was wrong. It's not like she even wanted a boyfriend.
She'd always been quite fond of Labradors.
I know I should be working on my other story but this was lodged in my brain and I just wanted to start a few chapters to see if I'm at all up to the challenge of an Emma based story.
So am I?
Can I have a little fun with you guys or shall I just go back to "Tell It"?
How 'bout you tell me what you think then I'll update this as well as "Tell It Like It Is"!
oooh. I like that.
(By the way Knightley's a bit different in this... much more Dr McDreamy)
