A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't done this in a while! Anyway, since the last chapter was a little heavy, I made this one ridiculously light! That should straighten the balance and I'll do a structural chapter later. Happy Halloween! Enjoy!!!
"That was so awesome!" raved Izzie as she and Christina sat in the locker room, changing. They had just gotten there and were taking off their shoes.
"That was the most awesome surgery ever!" said Christina. "I'm indestructible. Go ahead. Hit me." She swung open her locker. Then she spun around quickly. "I feel like doing something crazy. Want to do something crazy?"
"Yes!" shrieked Izzie. She looked thoughtful. "But what should we do?"
"Show me yours and I'll show you mine," remarked Alex, walking into the locker room.
"Shut up. I don't remember you getting an awesome surgery today for your efforts," remarked Christina.
"I don't need an awesome surgery to make me want to do something crazy," Alex shot back.
"You can say that again," muttered Izzie.
"Fine. You know what? Whatever you want to do, I'll do it. I'm up for anything," said Alex.
"As am I," Christina said, a familiar competitive streak coming into her eyes.
Izzie stared at both of them. "Oh, this ought to be good."
The problem, of course, was coming up with something radical they could do at work and not get fired for.
"Well, there's always the on-call rooms," said Izzie.
Alex and Christina took one look at each other. Disgusted expressions came upon their faces.
"I am so not sleeping with you," Alex said. "I would rather have my teeth pulled out one by one."
"I'd rather shave my head."
"That'd be a sight to see."
"Evil Spawn."
"Pregnant whore."
"Stop it!" said Izzie. She leaned forward excitedly. "I have an idea."
"I can't believe you're making me do this," Alex said.
"Shut up. Weren't you the one who said you weren't afraid of anything?" Izzie asked. "Prove it."
"Fine," Alex grumbled.
There wasn't anyone at the front desk of the lobby. This made the plan a lot easier. Christina sat down at the computer. "We're in," she announced.
"You hacked into the hospital's computer?" asked Alex. "Holy crap."
"How else am I supposed to know what's going on around here?" she answered.
Izzie plugged the iPod into the computer and switched to Showstopper. Alex hit play.
We in the car, we ride slow
We doin' things that the girls don't do
The boys stare, we smile back
All my girls in the rainbow Cadillacs, yeah
"It's not loud enough!" whispered Christina. Izzie hit the volume button and turned it way up. Then they ran and hid on the other side of the room.
Show stoppin' at the latest bar
The ride shinin' with the open top
Hydraulics make our heads go nod
Hair blowin' in the breeze
Yo, we superstars
Put in the keys, make that engine purr
3 in the back, one in the passenger
Slow creepin', 'cause we look that fly
All the boys tryin' taste our candy ride
There were many summer siblings in the lobby of the hospital. Some were waiting, and others were hiding from their interns/residents/attendings. All of them looked around, trying to see where the music was coming from.
We in the car, we ride slow
We doin' things that the girls don't do
The boys stare, we smile back
All my girls in the rainbow Cadillacs, yeah
"I love this song!" one girl shrieked. Then they were all dancing.
Bet you ain't never seen ("Ay!" yelled everyone.)
Chicks ridin' this clean ("Ay!")
Louis Vuitton seats ("Oh! Oh! Oh!)
We do it deadly
This how we keep it poppin' ("Ay!")
Make sure that bass knockin' ("Ay!")
So when you see us ridin'
We call it show stoppin' ("Oh! Oh! Oh!)
We show stoppin'
We show, show stoppin'
We show stoppin'
We show, show stoppin'
That's how we keep it poppin'
Make sure that bass knockin'
So when you see us ridin'
We call it show stoppin'
"Come on, Alex and Christina," Izzie said, already bumping to the beat. "You have to dance. It's part of the deal."
We sittin' on 22s plus 2
Mink bucket seats, neon blue
Color coordinate with them shoes
Yeah, we divas
But we ride like big boys do
There was a pause…then Alex and Christina ran up next to Izzie and started dancing.
"We're going to get in trouble," Christina muttered.
"No," said Alex, staring over their shoulders. "THEY'RE going to get in trouble."
A couple of the siblings had gotten up on a table. On the other side of the room, the nurses were dancing in a little circle.
Black tinted with a white stripe interstate
Lookin' in the mirror at my Bad Boy fitted, yup
Show stoppin' 'til they lose their breath
Turn the wheel to the right
Turn the wheel to the left
We in the car, we ride slow
We doin' things that the girls don't do
The boys stare, we smile back
All my girls in the rainbow Cadillacs, yeah
Meredith and George came running down the steps. "What did you page us fo…oh my God what did you do?" Meredith gaped.
"You gotta dance! It's part of the plan!" said Izzie.
George and Meredith looked at each other.
"In a situation like this, I think it's better if we don't have an explanation," said George decisively.
They joined the group. By now everyone in the lobby was dancing, even a couple of the patients.
Bet you ain't never seen ("Ay!" yelled the interns.)
Chicks ridin' this clean ("Ay!")
Louis Vuitton seats ("Oh! Oh! Oh!)
We do it deadly
This how we keep it poppin' ("Ay!")
Make sure that bass knockin' ("Ay!")
So when you see us ridin'
We call it show stoppin' ("Oh! Oh! Oh!)
We show stoppin'
We show, show stoppin'
We show stoppin'
We show, show stoppin'
That's how we keep it poppin'
Make sure that bass knockin'
So when you see us ridin'
We call it show stoppin'
"We're not getting in trouble for this, right?" George muttered.
"They can't prove we started it," said Alex.
Izzie looked over her shoulder. "Are those attendings?" she asked.
Just then, Ivy, Brianna, and Scott saw the group and waved.
"They so know we did it," laughed Meredith. "Well, actually, you did it."
"They're not going to tell," breezed Christina.
This is for my ladies in the 280s Mercedes
In the H3, Baby Ranges, Bentley Coupes, my Escalades
Say oh, oh
Break 'em off somethin' proper
Like a real show stopper
This is for my chicas with the Beamers A6s
'67 Chevys, Maserati, or a Lexus
Say oh, oh
Break 'em off somethin' proper
Like a real show stopper
Izzie suddenly sighed. "Party's over," she whispered, as the chief walked into the room looking appalled.
As the interns watched carefully, the chief took one look at the computer and then at the teens and sighed. He rolled his eyes, cut off the music (causing a huge groan from all the people in the lobby), and unplugged the iPod. As he walked off, muttering something about "kids will be kids," Alex seized the moment and reclaimed the iPod.
Brianna, Ivy, and Scott came over laughing. "You guys totally did that!" they laughed.
Izzie shrugged in mock-honesty. "Oh, you know."
"Hey," greeted Derek, entering the conversation. "Nice party you started down here."
The interns and their "interns" froze, not quite knowing what to do.
Derek grinned. "Don't worry. I'll never tell. Just don't tell the Chief I told you that that song is so on his iPod." He walked off, leaving the interns part gaping, part horrified, and part laughing hysterically over the picture in their minds of the Chief dancing to a popular song.
Happy Halloween, guys! Even if it's tomorrow at the time I'm posting this. Review, please! That's what keeps me going!!!