More than Ordinary

Chapter 3

Pre-Note: Please be notified that I had messed up some events and other important meetings in accordance of time. In other words, some characters who are supposed to appear late in the series now appears here, that includes events like Geroge and Meredith's sleeping together and not talking the next few days.


"Seriously, is this deja vu? Is Meredith going to get the good cases now that our new attending is also a friend of hers? Is this, like, another version when Shepherd favored Meredith over us?" Cristina complained to Izzie and Alex as they stood by the Nurse' Station after rounds, watching Meredith and Alessandro engaged in a sensuous conversation. There had been once an incident when Meredith got to scrub in on the good cases under Derek Shepherd just because he favored her. It had stirred resentment among her friends. It was due to Bailey that Shepherd stopped favoring Meredith and complied to teach every one of them equally.

"I don't know." Izzie replied, playing with a strand of hair as she watched Alessandro laugh.

"Because if it is, I am going there, bringing a scalpel, and torture them both." Cristina muttered under her breath. Izzie gawked at Cristina while Alex emitted a raucous laugh, receiving a glare from Izzie in return.

"What?" Alex asked, his face looking screwed up.

Just then, resident Miranda Bailey, the Nazi, arrived at the scene. Short and stocky, Miranda's fierce personality when it came to medicine and education was impeccable. She demanded equal treatment and ordered, not required, professional detachment from personal life. She was good in general surgery, only topped by the Chief and Alessandro but that didn't mean she was just going to sit around while everyone else is going crazy. Miranda always kept her interns at their best and would reprimand anyone who passed the limits of a doctor. If an attending, or even the Chief, favors one intern and refuses to teach others due to personal attachment, Miranda would command them to not bring their personal life to the hospital and demand them to teach all of her interns equally.

"If he ever does that, I don't care if he is the best general surgeon in the world 'cause I am going to whack him in the head so hard that he will need brain surgery to live. And that goes to the favored one, too. So watch out." Miranda's voice was steel cold and tough. At times, Miranda could be professional and hard. But there would be RARE moments when she would break down and fall apart. Well, those are rare times.

Being proficient and excellent, Miranda approached the conversing doctors. Clearing her throat to indicate her arrival, Miranda waited with a chart in hand for the two to stop talking. Alessandro and Meredith halted and turned to see the small resident watching them both under a scrutinizing eye. Extending a hand, Miranda eyed Meredith as Alessandro took her hand and shook it.

"Dr. Alessandro Viola. What can I do for you?" Alessandro questioned in his usually deep and commanding tone.

"Dr. Bailey. I'm the resident assisting you on this case, Dr. Viola." Handing him the patient chart, Miranda gestured for Meredith to back off and stand by her colleagues. Waiting for Alessandro to finish reading the chart, Miranda took in the surgeon's appearance. Alessandro was tall, with a hard physique and big in size with wide shoulders. He was as white as a ghost and his hair was darker than black. Miranda was no racist but she had to mentally comment on the surgeon's skin color.

Must be a bloodless freak, she thought slowly. Sure she was very eager to work under the world's best general surgeon, but she still didn't know him. Miranda still had no idea what this man would be like. So, until then, Miranda would be professional and logical without being a brownoser.

"So, Mr. Eltimore needs a hemicolectomy in order to stop the cancer from growing through most of his digestive system. Interesting, Dr. Bailey. However, as an attending, I need to teach one intern. Isn't that right?" Alessandro asked as he handed Miranda the chart back.

"Yes, sir." Miranda had an underlying message to her response. By her stern tone, she had meant that there would be no favoritism and he would treat everyone as fair as he can. From the way Dr. Viola searched her eyes, Miranda knew he got the meaning. And then he did the most impossible thing: he smiled.

"I do not favor, Dr. Bailey. I equalize everything. So, would you please notify Dr. Stevens that she is to scrub in with us." Even though she expected it, Miranda was still slightly shocked. She had thought that he was going to choose Meredith over the others. But still, the good Dr. Alessandro Viola still has long ways to go before he gets the respect from Miranda.


"Stevens, you're scrubbing in the hemicolectomy scheduled this 1:00 pm. Are you up for it?" Izzie stood straighter as Miranda handed her the patient's chart. She had expected Meredith to be chosen than the rest of them. Perhaps this attending was different from Derek Shepherd. Maybe this one knows how to seperate personal life from work.

"Of course, Dr. Bailey" Izzie took the chart, smiling, as the resident left.

"Unbelievable! He chose Barbie!" Cristina, stupefied, glared at Izzie. Meredith laughed as Alex tried to steal the chart from Izzie. At that very moment, orthopedic surgeon Dr. Calliope, or Callie, Torres arrived. With wavy black hair stringing along her front and back and a slightly big build, Callie Torres was a great orthopedic resident at Seattle Grace Hospital. Wearing light blue scrubs underneath her lab gown with a stethoscope hung around her neck, Callie met the four interns at the Nurse' Stations.

"I'm having a hip replacement today at 4. Grey, you're scrubbing in with me." Giving the patient chart to Meredith, Callie left the interns to their business. Not even bothering to say hello, George O'Malley, a fellow intern and a close friend of the other interns, dashed past them without a second glance. It was a horrible incident that worsened their already unstable relationship. Meredith had cried when she and George had sex, leaving him distraught, unsatisfied and angry. She had on countless times tried to bring him back but failed miserably. All it had left was a painful silence.

"Dude, Bambi's still angry at you." Alex commented as George made a right towards the Laboratory Area. Meredith groaned and covered her face with the chart Dr. Torres gave her.

"I know."