A/N: Hi guys, thanks for taking the time to read this, just a few house keeping notes, (1) this is my first foray into Grey's Anatomy fanfiction writing for ages so apologie if it's a bit rusty (2) This will probably be quite long as I've become quite taken with my OC Jess Llewellyn (which by the way is pronounced like 'chlooechlen' (with the ch as in loch) but americans would probably pronounce it 'looelin)

enjoy!,

SI

Jess had barely been in the room for ten minutes when there was a knock on the door. They didn't wait for anyone to invite them in, but considering whoever it was probably owned a pretty significant stake in the hospital, she guessed they had every right to just go wherever they wanted to.

"Hi, sorry we're not interrupting are we?" It was two women, a latino with black hair and a blond.

Jess shook her head. In this line of work, any time was an inconvenient time to meet new people. "No, don't worry, I'm Jess Llewellyn, plastics."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Callie, ortho, and that," gesturing to the blond beside her, "Is my wife, Arizona, she's in paeds."

The blonde, Arizona, smiled. "It's awesome that you're here. Avery was going to crack soon if didn't get some help. Well, if you need anything at all, let us know, we'd be happy to help!"

"Thanks, that's really nice, I'm sure I'll see you round the hospital."

"Awesome, nice accent by the way." Jess had always been secretly proud of her accent. In total she'd only live in Wales for six years, but both her parents had had strong accents, and so she never really lost it. She had also been known to slip into Welsh on occasion, especially whilst watching sport.

She smiled and the couple left

Two down, four to go.

When she told people that she worked in plastics, most assumed that she was in it for the money. Jess couldn't deny that it was nice to have a secure paycheck, but it was more than that, if she could help people feel more confident, change people's lives, then she would. Anyway, she didn't purely work cosmetics, she specialised in craniofacial reconstruction, but the minute people hear the word 'plastics' they all jump to the same conclusion.

Sloan-Grey had been at the forefront of some of the best cases with plastics elements. Mark Sloan, who the hospital was named for, had been world renowned in the field and had pulled the hospital into the top of the world rankings, Jess wished that she'd been able to study under him, it would have been a fantastic opportunity.

Looking to her right, she noticed that she was now more than halfway through the ridiculous stack of paperwork. Well she should be, she'd been going for more than an hour. In that time Jess had met the head of neurosurgery, Derek Shepherd, and his wife Meredith Grey (as in daughter of Ellis Grey, one of the best general surgeons ever, she may have internally fan-girled more than a little) a general surgery attending. They were nice, if a little wary of her. Although that was understandable, after everything they'd been through Jess didn't blame them for being more than a bit suspicious of strangers.

She'd also met the famed Cristina Yang, cardio prodidgy. Jess admired her tenacity and her ability to just do things. She hoped they could be friends. That was another thing, how in the hell was she supposed to make friends when virtually all of her peers were part of the board? There must be a couple of attendings who werent, right?

Eventually the HR person announced that they were done, that she was officially a doctor at Sloan-Grey and that he wished her good luck.

Let the fun begin.