So, chapter 2! I am still getting the story started so just go with it. It gets more interesting next chapter. Most of the chapter was taken from eppisode 1 of season 1 I just revamped it to fit my story.

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Chapter 2: Prosthetic Head

Meredith POV

"Each of you comes here today hopeful, wanting in on the game. A month ago, you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today... you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play, that's up to you."

I looked around at the OR we are currently standing in. I couldn't wait to start cutting and saving lives. I saw all of my competition. Of course some I will have to work with in my intern group.

I am ready for this internship. It doesn't matter what I left in New York. He didn't even come to say good bye to me. Through that action he clearly told me he didn't want me that bad.

The chief had us go to the intern lockers and change into our scrubs.

"Only six women out of twenty people." I said to a woman next to me who had Asian features.

"Yeah I hear one of them is a model. Seriously that's going to help with the respect thing."

I nodded. "I'm Meredith."

"Christina."

"Looks like I've got the Nazi."

"Oh you have the Nazi too. So do I."

"You two have the Nazi. It looks like we will be together. I'm George, George O'Mally. We met last night at the mixer. You had a black dress with a slit up the side and black strappy sandals. Now you think I'm gay, but I'm not."

"Grey, Yang, O'Mally, and Stevens."

We looked down the hall at the small black woman the nurse pointed out as our resident.

"That's the Nazi." I looked at Christina as she said this.

"Maybe they are all bias. Maybe she is just good in her field. Maybe she is just really nice." I looked at the tall blonde who said this.

"Let me guess, you are the model?" I saw the blonde glare at Christina as she told her she was a model.

We approached Dr. Bailey the Nazi. "Hi, I'm Isobel Stevens. But you can just call me Izzie, everyone does."

Her gesture was met by a cold hard glare from Dr. Bailey. "I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up. I already hate you, that's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers, nurses will page you. You will answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, right orders, work every second night until you drop, and don't complain. On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four: the dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you would have woken me for no good reason. We clear?"

I think I was the only one who noticed. Or the only one who had enough guts to challenge her. "That was only four rules. You said there were five."

Now I received Dr. Bailey's glare. "Rule number five: When I move, you move."

We all started running. We arrived at the helipad where the chopper was bringing in a trauma from another hospital. They brought out a young girl with blonde hair.

The EMT explained the situation, "Katie Bryce. 15-year-old female. New on-set seizures. Intermittent for the past week.... Started grand mal seizing as we descended."

We followed Katie into the room. Bailey had me on Katie's case and had me get her labs and a CT. I got her back to her room just in time for lunch. I got my tray of food and the other interns in my group. They were all talking in a hush whisper. I heard something about the Grey Method. Great they are talking about my mom. Can this day get any better? I brushed it off as I sat down.

"Katie Bryce is a pain in the ass. If I hadn't taken the Hippocratic Oath I'd Kevorkian her with my bare hands."

After lunch I had to check on Katie again. As I was in there taking her stats her parents came in. Asking questions. Questions I don't have answers to. "I am not her doctor. I am a doctor, but not Katie's doctor. I will go get him."

I found Dr. Bailey in the hall. "Dr. Bailey, Katie Bryce's parents are here asking questions. Do you answer the questions or do I get Dr. Burke?"

"No Grey. Burke is off the case. Katie now belongs to the new attending Dr. Shepherd." She pointed to a taller guy with dark hair. The same guy I met in a bar two weeks ago. She pointed to Derek.

At that moment he looked over at me standing in the door way, and smiled.

What was Derek doing in Seattle? I know he had a practice with his wife and Mark. But why leave all of that behind for a hospital across the country? As I walked away, he followed me into the stairwell.

"Dr. Shepherd."

"So it's Dr. Shepherd. At the bar you were calling me Derek. But I guess at the bar you had little interest in me and more in my. . . more in Mark."

"Derek what are you doing here? Last I was told you had a practice and were happily married."

"We all have our secrets to hide, Dr. Grey."

With that he left me in the stairwell.

The rest of the day flew by. I had to shock Katie back to life. But we still don't know what is wrong with her. In the morning we were all called into a conference room. No one knew why. We saw Dr. Shepherd walk in.

"Good morning. I know you are all busy but this will only take a minuet. I have a patient, Katie Bryce, who is having seizures for no apparent reason at all. I am asking for your help on solving this case. Like I said I know you are busy. But whoever solves this case will scrub in with me on an advanced procedure. Something first year interns only dream of. Thank-you for your time." Before he left he looked at me. I had no idea why he would look at me the way he did. It was a cross between lust and hate.

I was walking down the hall when Christina found me.

"Hey you were on Katie Bryce's case. Do you want to team up? I really want in on this surgery."

"Sure, if we solve it you can have the surgery. I don't want it."

She stopped and looked at me. "You don't want the surgery? Why not?"

"Hey I will help. You will get the surgery. I don't want it. So do you want help or not?"

"Yeah I want help."

Later on we found our selves in the library at Seattle Grace.

"So she doesn't have anoxia, chronic renal failure or acidosis. It's not a tumor because her CT's clean. Are you seriously not gonna tell me why you won't work with Shepherd?" Christina asked while looking thru a medical book.
"No. What about infection?" Why is she such a nosy Nancy?

"No. There's no white count. She has no CT lesions. No fevers. Nothing in her spinal tap. Just tell me."

"What about an aneurysm?" I said ignoring her comment.

"No blood in the CT... No headaches."

"No drug use. No pregnancy. No trauma. You know even if we save her she will never be a person. She will always be concerned about winning whatever newest pageant she has entered. Do you want to know her pageant talent?"

"I don't know. Do I really want to know?" She looked at me questionably.

"Rhythmic gymnastics. What the hell is rhythmic gymnastics. I don't know I can barely pronounce it let alone know what it is."

Christina laughed. "Maybe it has something to do with a ball or something like that."

That's when it hit me. She has a pageant talent. A talent where recently at practice, she fell and bumped her head. A fall so minor no doctor would even think about it. But if she hit her head in the right spot it could burst a minor aneurysm causing the seizures.

"Meredith, what is it?"

"Come one. We need to find Shepherd."

We saw him just get into an elevator, Christina started talking first. "Dr. Shepherd, Katie Bryce competes in beauty pageants."

"I am aware of that Dr. Yang. But we have to save her anyways."

"But what if she has an aneurysm?"

"Her CT was clean Dr. Yang."

"She fell during practice one day. But her fall was so minor her doctor didn't even think about it. It could have ruptured the aneurysm."

"Dr. Yang that is one in a million." He let the elevator doors slide close. Christina and I turned to walk away when the elevator doors dinged open. Then we heard, "I have Katie Bryce's one in a million."

A more precise CT reveled Katie did in fact have an aneurysm.

"Good job Dr. Yang and Dr. Grey. I won't be able to take both of you so I will see you in the OR Dr. Grey."

I turned to look at Christina.

She stared back a hateful gaze.

Later on I saw her in the basement with George and Izzie. "Christina, I can talk to Shepherd and get you into the surgery."

She stared at me. "No, I don't need your help to get into a surgery. And I don't sleep with my boss to get into a good surgery."

How could she even think that? "Christina, I never slept with him. I didn't do anything."

She just rolled her eyes. I walked away. Let her think what she wants. I went to talk to Derek. I found him looking over a chart.

"Derek, did you give me this surgery because I knew you from New York and was close to Mark."

He looked at me with almost disbelief. "Yes. I was kidding. I chose you because you saved Katie's life when you shocked her. If it wasn't for you we would have never found the problem."

I just nodded. He turned back to work on charts. His logic was correct. After all I did come up with what was wrong.

I walked into the OR feeling wonder. Like nothing can take me down. I scrubbed in and watched Derek save the life of that young girl. It was exhilarating. As I went home all I could think about is Mark and how I wanted to share this moment. However I can't because he hasn't even called or tried to contact me. I had given him all of my numbers. He didn't even show up at the air port. As far as I was concerned he was out of my life.

Chapter 3 should be up by Friday! Maybe sooner!

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