I'd like to thank all of you for your comments, and take this opportunity to ask you not to kill me. I had to do it. We all know it will be coming on Grey's too, but I trust that my version of it will be much more fulfilling than Shonda's. Now, just stay with me for these few paragraphs, because it's just going toward the story development and it will all be over soon.
And please take note: When Rose was a small child, computers, as they are today, did not exist. ;)
This was the thirty-eighth surgery she would be scrubbing on with him on, and as she stood in front of the monitor, where a picture of his patient's brain was exposed for his aid as he moved around inside of her skull with the laporoscopic probe, she felt that it was time to institute step two of her master plan.
She watched him poke around in the brain of the patient on the table with the probe, and she was almost oblivious to what he was doing, only knowing that there was a tumor that he had to remove from some lobe. They had been in there for hours, and he had to be nearly finished. For this reason, when no one was looking, she did just as she was planning and switched off the monitor that she was supposed to be carefully watching, and watched as panic spread through the operating room.
"What's going on?! Did we lose power?" He stopped moving all of a sudden and looked up at her. Through his sexy little fiber optic magnifying glasses, he looked up at her and she swore their eyes locked.
She put on her best worried face. "No the other monitors are fine. It must be this computer." She pretended to play around with the keys, knowing completely well that the monitor would not turn on again just by those simple movements. "Nothing. It's dead." She lied.
"Are you kidding me? I'm in the woman's brain. Are you kidding me? The navigation system is dead!" He seemed furious, and she hated that. She hated to make him angry, but it was all part of her plan and that plan was working fabulously.
"Should we try to get another machine?" She asked sweetly, almost dumbly.
"If I move this probe without a guide, it won't just be the computer that's dead. Call the company; tell them to get here as quickly as possible. Tell them we need somebody here. NOW!"
She watched as the rest of people in the OR began to scurry madly around the room. His eyes were locked on the probe in his hands, concentrating so as to not move it.
She began to play around on the keyboard, making it look like she was doing something to help the frantic situation. She quickly tapped out her name and then the name of her love. Then her name with the last name of her love's attached. She smiled to herself under her surgical mask.
Soon, people were watching her toying with the keyboard, just as she wanted them to. He noticed as well, looking up from the probe yet again to scold her. "What do you think you're doing? Stop playing around with it! You might damage it more!"
"No!" She said sweetly, trying to look busy and concentrated. "I think I might know how to get it…" She purposefully brushed the switch on the monitor with her green scrub clad hip, and instantly, it flashed back on. "…Turned on!"
"Well, I'll be damned." He looked over at the monitor. "How did you…?"
"It's just something I picked up. My father was always into computers…"
"Rose… you're a life saver. Thank you. So much." He looked up at her, and she could tell he was smiling. He sighed, and then went back to work.
She was a hero.
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Soon after he had successfully finished his surgery, they met, yet again, in the scrub room. She was washing her hands as he entered, and it was time for part 2-B of her plan to be put into action.
"Rose…" He spoke in awe as he entered. "I cannot thank you enough for that. That was… that… it was brilliant." He smiled at her.
"Nonsense." She cooed back. "I'm not the one who removed a tumor from that woman's brain. You're the brilliant one." She smiled up at him, and locked her eyes on his.
"You said 'was'." He said suddenly.
"Was?"
"You said your father was always into computers. Why was?"
"Oh…" She looked down at her feet "My father died."
"I'm sorry."
"When I was a kid. I was young…"
"My father died when I was young too." He smiled down sweetly at her. "So, I can sympathize."
"Yeah…" She smiled mischievously. She looked into his deep blue eyes and sighed. "You seem sad. You have sad eyes. What's wrong?"
"I'm just… going through a hard time with… Never mind."
"No. We're friends now. I told you about my dead father and my ex-fiancé, you can tell me what is bothering you."
"My… you know how your fiancé didn't want everything you did?"
"Yes…" She smiled sweetly. This was exactly what she hoped he would open up to her about.
"Well, I'm kind of going through the same thing with…" He looked down at his feet.
"That blonde? The one you left the bar with the other night?"
"Yeah." He looked up. "Meredith. My gir—my Meredith."
"She doesn't want what?"
"The whole white picket fence thing. Not yet, anyway. She's getting ready, but…"
"You can't wait forever, Derek."
He didn't move. He stared back down at his feet, not looking up at her.
"If she doesn't want you, you can't force her. Try to find someone who wants what you want, who you have things in common with, who will be able to rescue you. If she doesn't want it, then maybe it wasn't meant to be." She was speaking more slowly and softly, by this point. She smiled up at him, almost in a seductive way.
He looked up from his feet and settled on her face. Smiling sympathetically, it almost looked as if he was leaning into her. He opened his mouth in an attempt to thank her for her support. With this, she found the perfect time to attack.
She immediately pressed her lips against his, and darted her tongue into his unsuspecting mouth. She kept it there, finally tasting the sweetness she had always dreamed of, as she put her arms around his head and plummeted them into his head of dark waves. With all of the pent up passion inside of her, she could barely notice whether or not he kissed back.
At this very time, Cristina Yang happened to be walking down the hallway. Something made her turn her head to look into the window of the door of a scrub room. What that something was, she didn't know. Maybe it was some instinct. Maybe, she was subconsciously looking out for her best friend. Maybe it was just coincidence. Whatever it was, she wouldn't be able to tell you.
As soon as she saw what she had inside the scrub room, she turned on her heels and walked in the direction she had come from. She walked at a fast pace down the hallway, her feet carrying her to the residents' lounge, which she had just seen her friend walk into only moments before.
She finally reached her destination and placed her hand on the doorknob, turning it quickly and stepping into the room. "Mer!"
Meredith Grey immediately looked up from where she was sitting, reading a medical journal in the corner. "Yeah?"
"I just saw McDreamy sucking face with some ugly scrub nurse in these hideous green scrubs. If you don't want him to date other people, I'd suggest that you tell him that now before he reproduces with that vile woman."
Cristina then shut the door, eager to get back to the OR hallway, where she was to be scrubbing in on a surgery of her own. She felt content, satisfied with herself. She had helped a friend in need.
Meredith, on the other hand, was fuming in her seat. She had to do something about this ugly scrub nurse in hideous green scrubs. She had to do something now.
