Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine and I think this will be the last disclaimer for this story. You all know that I don't own them already. Why must I keep popping my own bubble? So in the interests of full disclosure: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. I make no money from writing this story. It is for entertainment purposes only. Yours or mine? Well mine really but I'm glad you've read this far. Have a great read!

A/N: I should warn you all before you continue reading that I am a fan of Sarah Addison Allen and Eric Setiawan. I also watch the TV show Haven when I can. Netflix rocks. Right. My point is that my Augusta Maine isn't like the actual Augusta Maine and JC isn't a normal hospital. So bear that in mind while you are reading.

Observations of a Resident

Dr. Amanda Flyte had kept a close eye on all of the interns now under her care through their first day. She had roamed the halls and unabashedly spied on them to see what each one was up too. She wasn't happy with some of them but she'd show them what it meant to be a doctor at JC. Insanity was the norm around here but laziness was not tolerated at all. To survive at JC you had to be a bit quirky and so far most of her interns measured up to that criterion.

The way she figured it a person had to be a bit mad to consider becoming a doctor anyway. JC was excessively picky about his interns. They didn't necessarily have to be top of the class though that was a plus. A prospective intern had to have a certain quality that none of the others around them possessed. Amanda wasn't sure what that quality was but it seemed that any intern that made it through their residency at JC stayed forever.

Most ceased to be amazed by the strange undercurrents and events long before they finished out their first year. These six would soon learn how to handle the staff of JC and residents of Augusta Maine. She had high hopes for all of them.

She felt the quiet presence at her side and turned to stare at the young woman that was her most promising intern. Meredith Grey had been top of her class. She wasn't the most promising because of that though or even because she'd already done part of her intern year. Grey was the most promising because she cared. She knew the theory of the medicine they practiced backwards and forwards but she still cared. Her patients still touched her heart and she was willing and eager to go the extra mile for them. Amanda had no doubt that the attendings would be fighting each other to have her on their service soon enough.

Until they discovered the treasure though Grey was all hers and Amanda Flyte had never been good with sharing. "Grey, go prep 1710 for an appendectomy," she ordered the other woman softly. "And then meet me in the scrub room outside OR 2."

Meredith's lips curved. "Yes, Dr. Flyte." She didn't waste time on questions. She simply hurried off down the hall to the patient's room. She wasn't going to pull a George. She knew how to perform an appendectomy. Truthfully she could probably do it in her sleep which was good as she was so tired today…or she had been. She felt energized now and she didn't think it was all from the coffee Mark had brought her.

Amanda watched her scurry off with a smile. Meredith Grey was going to be so much fun. She was enthusiastic and personable. Amanda sighed and straightened her spine. She had work to do while Grey took care of the patient. She needed to go check on the others before her surgery.

Branigan was sitting at the nurse's station with his feet propped on the desk half asleep. She contemplated knocking his feet down but his chair suddenly sank and dumped him on the floor for her. "There's an ER full of patients, Branigan, if you've finished your assignment already. I know you're not though as we have an almost full recovery wing."

Branigan picked himself up off the floor. "How'd that…um, yes ma'am. I will ma'am." He nodded vigorously to her.

Amanda held up a hand to him and turned her head to face one of the nurses. "Xander? Have you guys got everything covered? I'm contemplating sending our sleepy one to the ER."

"No problem, Mandy. Send him off to the blood and guts," the short blond man in nurse's scrubs grinned at her. "We've got this covered."

"You heard the man," Amanda pointed imperiously at Branigan. "Get to the ER, Branigan. Go. Farewell."

"Hamlet. Act Three Scene One," a female voice said from across the room. "I win."

Amanda grinned and clapped her hands. "Very good, Dierdre. I'll get you one of Claudia's cookies if you can guess this one…" she paused and turned to Branigan. "Go on, Branigan. Get. ER. Dying people." She turned back to the lithe red head that had spoken. "'There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.'"

"You're seriously quoting Emma at an Austenite?" Dierdre sneered good naturedly. "Couldn't think of anything harder?"

Amanda shrugged. "Figured you'd like a cookie, is all." She turned to Branigan again. "Why are you still here? ER. Now, Branigan."

He gave her a wide eyed look and raced away with a nod. Amanda sighed heavily. She was so disappointed in that one. Yesterday she'd found him sound asleep in an on-call room while the nurses and orderlies had prepped his patient. He was a lazy son of a bitch and she intended to knock that out right away. She couldn't stand lazy doctors.

She found Crawley happily chatting with a child in the Pediatric Ward while gently inspecting the child's incision. Jessie Tanner gave Amanda a nod and she hurried off. Jessie had Crawley firmly in hand and didn't need her butting in.

Crawley had a gentle touch and soft voice that fit into the Peds department perfectly. And the attending was her sister-in-law so she'd do the best she could to impress Jessie. Though that wasn't all that hard. Josie and Jessie were closer than blood sisters. She'd have to assign her somewhere else next shift and see if her dedication continued though she was fairly sure it would. It wasn't as though Amanda didn't know anything about Jocelyn Crawley.

She had sat with the C-Section patient for two hours the previous day and answered every question the woman put to her about the procedure. If she didn't know the answer she'd called on the attending, Fitzwilliam. After her patient had been escorted to the OR Crawley had gone to the clinic and hadn't left until the end of her shift. The woman was dedicated and Amanda was sure that some of it had to do with the fact that her husband was an attending and that he had a concrete work ethic. He wouldn't put up with a wife that didn't do her job to the best of her ability.

Donaldson was huffing and puffing while holding down a patient while Crawley (the male) set the patient's arm. The college football player was screaming blue murder and vowing vengeance on his teammates. Donaldson just rolled her eyes and told him to stop screaming in her ear. She was dedicated to the job but if the scene Flyte had witnessed the day before was any indication she was also flighty and a gossip. She'd spent two hours chatting with the nurses the day before. That could become a problem and Flyte made a mental note to keep an eye on her. Gossip was not tolerated any more than laziness. JC would have quite a tantrum if the gossip was malicious enough.

After searching for McKinley for ten minutes she finally found him planted in one of the conference rooms with charts spread out before him. He was wearing a scowl that said how unhappy he was with the job but he was doing it. He was a complainer. After he'd taken his patient for a CT the day before he'd gone to the galleries to wait for the man to be finished and done nothing but sit around and complain about the patient, how long the wait for the CT was and God knows what else. He hadn't gone to the ER at all. He simply did the bare minimum for the job and that was it. She was going to have to watch that one too.

She nearly stumbled right into Mark Sloan as she passed one of his patient's rooms looking for Phillips. Phillips wasn't with him. She frowned and waited for Mark to finish chatting with the patient before she pulled him from the room. "Where's Phillips?" She asked with a fierce look.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Sent him on a coffee run," he admitted without any shame. He shrugged at her scowl. "The man's a bumbling idiot. He dropped the patient's chart twice and knew nothing about the procedure though he swears that he's headed for plastics. His hands were shaking like crazy and he couldn't stop stumbling over his words. I swear to God I thought the man was going to ask me for my autograph. I needed a few minutes of peace." He shifted on his feet. "Grey's brother wants plastics and even he wasn't this bad." He shook his head again and almost wished Alex was in Maine.

Flyte rubbed at her temple, frustrated and angry with Phillips. The man had been dropping things all day yesterday too. "Fine," she finally sighed out. "When he gets back send him to OR 2 for new instructions. I'll send you Grey. She, at least, seems to know what she's doing. Though that's not all that surprising. She was halfway through the internship program when she had to take a leave of absence for family reasons in Seattle." She eyed the carefully bland expression on Mark's face and smirked. "Besides you know her so I assume you are cognizant of her capabilities. Just no sex in the supply closets. Or the OR," she shuddered remembering walking in on a certain married couple that she would rather forget she had ever seen. "On call rooms have locks around here for a reason." She paused and pursed her lips. "Are you preforming the surgery today?" She waved a hand at the room he'd just left and ignored his wide icy blue eyes.

Mark nodded after he'd pushed back the shock of Flyte's words and the images they produced. "So long as the kid doesn't spike a fever before noon. He had one yesterday morning and I wanted to wait twenty-four hours after it had cleared."

Flyte nodded resigned but willing to give up her intern. "Good. Let her scrub in if you do. I was going to have her assist with my appy but you've ruined that so you owe her. You don't have to let her assist but let her in the OR."

Mark sighed but nodded. "I would have anyway," he grinned charmingly. It was alright for Flyte to know that he'd treat Meredith differently when she allowed him too. "You didn't have to threaten me. I like Mer and I heard nothing but good things about her doctoring skills in Seattle. She's going to be an excellent surgeon." He stated it with all the confidence he had. Meredith was going to be one of the greats.

Flyte stared at him with a jaundiced eye. "You're gonna favor her like mad, aren't you?" She asked without a hint of judgment. He had told her that he would earlier but Amanda wanted to be absolutely sure he knew what he promised the green eyed intern. Besides Surgery only had six interns. The attendings would all be fighting over them eventually anyway. They always did.

Mark leaned a shoulder against the wall. "I will if she lets me but I don't think she will. She'll take the coffee I bring her and she'll hang out at lunch with me. But when it comes to the surgeries and stuff…well, I think she'll be the type to break my head open if I treat her differently than the others. Unless she chooses plastics." He chuckled a little bit. "Then she'll fight tooth and nail for every surgery I'll grant her." Meredith Grey was nothing if not competitive.

Flyte laughed with him. "She would, yes. There's a fire in her. It's nice. She's going to cause trouble but it'll be the good kind." She looked around the hallway for a sight of Phillips and frowned when she didn't spot him. "How long does it take to get a cup of coffee?" She growled.

"Told you he was an idiot," Mark smirked. "Probably lost his map to the cafeteria."

"Damn. I have to go. Send him to me when he finally arrives. Where do you want me to send Grey?"

"Main nurse's desk," he replied promptly. "I'll update her on the case there."

"Got it," Flyte nodded and headed to the ORs. "Oh and Sloan? 'Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! Holy stars, permit no wrong! And return to wake the sleeper, Dawn,—ere it be long! O joy! O fear! what will be done? In the absence of the sun! Come along!'"

"Shelley, isn't it?" He asked. "Don't worry I'll watch out for her. 'To-day that seems so long, so strange, so bitter, Will soon be some forgotten yesterday.'"

"I don't know that one," Flyte told him with a frustrated frown.

"Transcience by Sarojini Naidu," he smirked at her. "I just mean that I'll take care of her."

"See that you do," Amanda grinned happily. Another player for the game. Soon she'd have every single staff member looking up the most obscure poems they could find so that they could win.

Mark watched her go with a grin. He hadn't even had to request his favorite intern and she was working with him anyway. Score.