Disclaimer: I have not, do not, and never will own Grey's Anatomy. If I did, we wouldn't all be pissed about the horror that is season three. Instead, we would have a bad case of continuous drooling seeing as how PD would be naked...in every episode. Don't you wish I owned Grey's?

A/N: This chapter is called Super Freak. Like I said all chapters will have a song. Some songs will be well known, others won't. If you'd like we could play a little guessing game. If any of you can guess who sings the song of the chapter, extra update. :D But this one doesn't count because honestly who DOESN'T know Super Freak? So the game shall begin with the next chapter. Oh, and thanks for all the comments. I seriously love comments!

Meredith sat in her computer chair in her dorm room at Dartmouth. Growing up, she had always wanted to be a surgeon. But her mother, the almighty Ellis Gray, had told her she didn't have what it took to be a surgeon. Meredith threw herself into her studies, determined to make her last and only family member proud. She got excellent grades, hence being at Dartmouth.

Sitting in her chair, she stared at the man in her bed. She had a disgusted look on her face, and her head was pounding. She had done it again! She had to call her best friend Cristina for some advice.

"Cristina?"

"Mer, what the hell! It's four in the morning! What could you possibly want at four in the freaking morning??"

"I had another tequila dream."

Ah, Tequila dreams...something she had vowed wouldn't happen again. It was her and Cristina's code word. A tequila dream was when you got so drunk that everybody in the bar looked hot, and when you wake up the next morning...it's quite obvious they aren't.

"Ugh, not again Meredith! I thought you said that the last one was the last one!"

"I thought he was."

"So, on a scale of one to ten...what is he?"

"I can't see his face...hold on." Meredith snuck over to the other side of her room, and carefully peeked at the guy's face. "Ugh...he's barely a two."

"Good god Mer, they keep getting worse and worse. What's wrong with you? You're tequila dreams have never been that bad. Send me a picture of him."

"Okay, I'll call you back."

Meredith quietly took a picture of the strange man in her bed. After she sent it to Cristina's cell phone, she called her back.

"Meredith Grey...that is disgusting. You did that? Go take a shower right this second, that's just nasty!"

Heaving a large sigh, she replied, "He looked better last night."

"They always do. That's like what?...your second one this week? Mer it's only Wednesday!"

"I know...okay? I know! You don't have to lecture me. I had finals this week and I have been really stressed out. I needed to unwind."

"So how do you feel?"

"Just peachy! I mean there's nothing better than a hammer to the head..."

"Mer, go take an aspirin...and then kick that mangy thing out of your room. I'm going back to bed...and never...I repeat NEVER...call me at four in the morning again. Because I will have to kill you. Talk to you later."

As Meredith closed her cell phone, the stranger began to wake up. Meredith sighed again, beginning to dread what she knew was certain to come.

"Hey you. Why don't you come back to bed, and we can reenact last night all over again..."

"Umm...how about we don't. Look I have a lot to do today...so I'm going to go take a shower and when I get back you won't be here."

"C'mon. We had so much fun. Just stay."

"I'm sorry...crap...Roger? But I have to go."

"It's Tom."

"Right. Tom, of course it's Tom. You look like a Tom. So...Tom...like I said...I'm going to go and when I get back you will be gone. So have a nice life."

Meredith quickly grabbed a change of clothes and her towel and left her dorm room as fast as she could. When she got to the bathroom, she took the longest shower she could before the water turned cold. Standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in her towel, she stared at her reflection.

"Well, Meredith Grey, you did it again," she mumbled to herself. "You screwed up. Well actually you screwed down, because he was just ugly. You can't get more "down" than him. Good job."

She quickly rubbed her eyes, trying to erase the night before. The hammer was still pounding down on her head. She changed into her clothes and fixed her hair. She looked somewhat decent. She trudged back to her dorm room, praying that Roger...no wait…Tom...praying that Tom was gone. She slowly opened the door and poked her head in. THANK GOD! He wasn't there. So he wasn't completely stupid. She saw a note on her bed.

"Hey pretty girl. I had a great time last night. I have your cell number, so I'll call you!
-Tom"

"Ookkkaayyy," she said out loud, "He is completely stupid!"