If I owned Grey's Anatomy, it would be quite a porny little show. Alas, I do not. Own it, that is.
Meredith moaned at the alarm clock that was blaring in her ear. Maybe internship wasn't such a good idea. Maybe I should have been a dog walker, they get to sleep in, I bet. She rolled out of bed, feeling better then she had been. She didn't have Chase over last night to keep her up. She took a quick shower, grabbed an piece of pizza from a few days ago and got in her car. I should get some roommates. I don't need that big house to myself. Besides, maybe the other person could cook. That would be a plus. She pulled into a parking spot next to another old beat up car. Her jeep wasn't beat up, it was just older. Compared to the other doctor's cars, it did look out of place. She reached down to put her phone on vibrate. Shit! It wasn't there. She remembered dropping it down the storm drain. Crap. I'm going to need to do something about that.
She looked around the hospital. It seemed smaller than she remembered, but it was the same. She knew this place like the back of her hand. Her mom never wanted her there. She wanted her to be great, but she didn't want to be bothered by her. Ellis Grey was a busy woman. Meredith entered the elevator. She looked at the person to her left. She was blonde. She seemed bubbly, happy. She was the model. She had heard it through the grapevine that there was a model in the program. Yep, it's definitely her. Meredith walked directly to the locker room, sizing up her competition.
"Hi, I'm George O'Malley. I saw you last night, at the mixer. You had on the black dress, slit up the side, strappy sandals, your hair was down." He rambled on nervously. It was cute, she thought.
"Yeah, that was me. I'm Meredith." She responded, pulling off her jeans.
"I'm Izzie. I have the Nazi. I heard she was horrible." Izzie said happily, as she put her hair up.
"Nazis usually are horrible. Hence 'Nazi'." Cristina snapped, and turned away.
"You must be the one that went to Stanford. Yang, is it? I'm Alex Karev." Alex said.
"Yes, I am the one from Stanford. I am not here to be friendly. You are the competition." She said with a sour look on her face. She shoved her stuff in her locker and slammed the door.
"Who else has the Nazi?" Asked George.
"I do." Replied Meredith, Alex and Cristina.
"Yay." Responded George. They all walked out to the nurses station to the woman everyone said was the Nazi.
"She doesn't look like a Nazi." Meredith stated.
"Looks can be deceiving." Cristina said and she glanced at her. Everyone just stood in front of Dr. Bailey, staring at her. Finally Cristina started to introduce herself.
"No. I don't care who you are. Don't even bother introducing yourselves. I don't like interns. You're stupid, you make mistakes, you are pains in the ass. We're going to do rounds, then I will assign. Do not embarrass me!" Dr. Bailey warned them.
She walked up quickly to the first room. They took turns presenting the cases. George seems nervous. He's soft and scared. Meredith thought. Cristina is hard and cold. Izzie is happy. She looks like she would be dumb as a box of freaking rocks, but she's not. And Alex is an ass. Arrogant, and he doesn't even have a reason to be. They were heading down the hall to another patient's room when Dr. Bailey stopped in her tracks. The interns nearly knocked each other down with a domino effect. Meredith looked up, and the blood quickly drained out of her face.
"I would like you all to meet our new Chief of Surgery, Chase Carter." Miranda introduced them. They all shook his hand. He looked at Meredith. She looked back at him with panic. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! This is bad. This is like the worst freaking thing ever. I may as well lay now in the parking lot and let people take turns running me over. She shook his hand, she could hardly look in his eyes. Why the hell didn't he tell me? This is crap. He looked at her. She could read it. He was sorry. He looked a little scared himself. She didn't want to deal with this, but she had to know.
"So what happened to Dr. Webber?" She asked innocently. She was hoping the others didn't pick up on the situation. She felt like she had a neon sign over her that was flashing 'I'm Sleeping with the Chief!'
"Dr. Webber retired early. It was a family matter. I didn't know that I would be stepping in until last night." He explained. Miranda gave him a look. Why did he say it that way? She picked up on something, she just wasn't sure what.
"Well, we have to move on. Let's go!" She yelled. Meredith looked back at Chase. He looked into her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking. The came to the next patient. "Here is our next patient." Miranda shoved the chart at Meredith, who seemed distracted. She didn't realize the connection between the two. "Dr. Grey you present" Meredith looked down at the chart, and started reading.
"Dr. Grey?" Derek muttered to himself. "Meredith Grey. As in Ellis Grey's daughter?"
"Dr. Webber." She glanced up. Her heart went into her throat. "Um, Dr. Webber."
"Grey!" Bailey shouted.
"Dr. Webber is in to remove a Sphenoid meningioma, which was discovered on an MRI after she complained of numbness in her face."
"Good. Tell me about Sphenoid meningiomas." Dr. Bailey told her. Meredith looked up, realizing there was another doctor in the room. It was Derek. Derek Shepherd. He's a freaking doctor? A neurosurgeon? Shit. This day has completely gone to shit.
"Sphenoid Meningiomas lie behind the eyes. These tumors can cause visual problems, loss of sensation in the face, or facial numbness. Tumors in this location can sometimes involve the blood sources of the brain, like the cavernous sinus, or carotid arteries, making them difficult or impossible to completely remove." Meredith stated boldly. I am hardcore. I am here to become world-class. This is business. She married him? She married Richard Webber?
"Very impressive, Dr. Grey. This is why we will not remove it all. It is benign. We leave a small piece behind, and go back in when it enlarges. We have been doing this for a few years, now." Derek stated. He gave her his signature smile. She absorbed it like the sun, but she had so much on her mind.
"So you finally came crawling back." Ellis said to her daughter. "You made it, I knew you would. I never worried about that."
"Um, Dr. Webber, Dr. Grey is your-" Bailey stammered
"Daughter. Yes." Ellis stated without any emotional attachment.
"Well, I'm sure we have rounds to get to." Meredith walked out of the room. Everyone stared at her in shock; partly because she was walking away from her sick mother, and partly because she was Ellis Grey-now Webber's daughter.
"My daughter is driven, focused. You watch her, she is your toughest competition." She warned the interns, who were just staring.
"Let's go people." Dr. Bailey yelled, meeting Meredith out in the hallway.
"I told you, Derek. She is tough. She is cold. She wasn't even fazed by me. She is going to be one of the best. Better than you or I." Ellis said.
"How long has it been. Since you've seen her?" He asked, purposely fishing for information on this intriguing intern.
"She left when she was eighteen. She went to Las Vegas with her friends, and that was it. She left me a message saying she wouldn't be home. I didn't worry. I never worry about her." She told him.
"Well, I have to go check on my other patients, your surgery is scheduled for one." Derek said, his mind on Meredith, not even knowing why.
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Meredith sat down at the table. She didn't see the other interns. She didn't care. She knew that she had been the topic of discussion among them for the day. She had scrubbed in on a procedure with Addison Montgomery. She had been the first to do any surgeries. Technically. She was in the operating room a full hour before George O'Malley. She heard that he had scrubbed in on an appendectomy. Shit. What am I going to do? I have been screwing the Chief. Well, at least not while he was Chief. Which is why it has to stop. Today. My freaking mother is here, which is hell on earth. Shit.
"You look like you are slightly distracted." Addison said as she sat down at the table with her.
"Are you supposed to sit here. I mean you are my attending. Is it okay? Meredith asked nervously. She knew it was okay, she wasn't even sure why she said that.
"It is if you say it is. There are no rules." She responded, taking a sip of her coffee.
"My mother always ate in her office. I didn't think attendings and residents wanted to be seen with interns." She answered honestly.
"Well, I hear you are a very important intern. Everyone is talking about it. About how you didn't talk to her. Do you want to talk about it. With me?" Addison asked kindly. She liked Meredith.
"Not really. I don't hate her. Our relationship has always been formal. Business even. We don't hug and kiss. We just--it's what we do." Meredith explained, wrenching her hands nervously.
"I understand, I guess. I've worked with her. I can see how she would be with her child. She is not--" Addison started to say.
"Caring, maternal, friendly." She finished.
"Yeah." Addison's pager goes off. "I have to go. It was nice talking to you, Meredith."
"You too." Meredith said, sitting back in her chair. She opened her eyes to see the interns coming toward her. Shit.
"They are not calling you 007, George." Izzie snapped.
"Yeah we are." Cristina retorted, as she took a huge bite of her sandwich.
"What's going on?" Meredith asked, hoping that George was the new unfortunate victim, instead of herself.
"Bambi screwed up the appendectomy. He almost killed the guy." Alex laughed.
"I did not. I paused momentarily." He defended, taking a drink of his soda.
"Bambi?" Meredith asked.
"He's all innocent. Not realizing the hunter is going to kill his mom." Cristina explained.
"Oh." Meredith said, staring off into space.
"So it's you. You're Ellis Grey's daughter." Cristina asked.
"Yeah. Our relationship is different." Meredith explained. "It's like business."
"No kidding." Alex replied sarcastically. "I would have never guessed."
"So, did anyone get any good procedures?" Meredith asked, throwing the focus off of herself. She didn't listen to their answers. All she could think about was her own problems.
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Meredith was exhausted. She had been on her feet and awake for twenty-four hours. She was in the pit for quite a while, and then she scrubbed in on an emergency surgery with Dr. Bailey. She saw Chase a few times in the hallway. Each time she wheeled around and avoided him. She wasn't ready for it. If she buried her head deep enough, it would go away all on it's own. Right?
She took Dr. Bailey's advice from earlier and found the nearest on-call room. She could swear it has a white light around it. A beacon. It was a salvation. She slid her shoes off and quickly laid down. She closed her eyes immediately and sighed. She was just falling asleep when she heard the door open. The top bunk was empty, so she didn't even open her eyes. That is, until the door locked. He eyes shot open.
"Meredith." Chase said, letting it roll off of his tongue. "We need to talk. I tried calling you all night.."
"I dropped my phone. I have to get a new one. Yes, we do. Have to talk..." She answered, sitting up. He sits down next to her. "It's over."
"What?" He said in a state of shock.
"It has to be. You can't risk your job. I can't risk my internship. Everything I ever did will be questioned if anyone finds out. Everyone would assume I got special treatment. And you can not have relations with an intern." She stated her case. She didn't want it to be over. She really did like him.
"But-" He pleaded.
"No. This is hard enough as it is. This is good. We can end it before we are too emotionally involved." She looks over at him, then lays down and rolls over.
"Okay." He says as he slowly walks to the door, sulking. He opens the door and walks out. "But I am already emotionally involved." He says to himself.
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Okay, I wrote this on 4 hours sleep, which for me is not even close to enough for adequate brain function. So, bear with me! Snow Patrol was FREAKING AWESOME, hence the 4 hours sleep! So a lot happened. Meredith finds out that Chase is Chief, her Mom is having surgery, and Ellis married Richard, all on one day. The poor girl is working, so she can't even go to Joe's! Anyway, Rome was not built in a day, and neither is a good Mer/Der relationship, so bear with me!