Alright, so I find this chapter humorous. It's serious, though, but there are some fairly fun parts. Reviews are appreciated but not necessary.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Kevin Talon laid on the bottom bunk in one of the on-call rooms on the surgery floor. He's transition to Seattle Grace had gone smoothly, so smoothly that no one really knew he was there. Someone needed an Ortho Surgeon, they all called Callie O'Malley, who was also the Chief Resident. Richard Webber had offered him the Head of Orthopedics position and he had gratefully taken it, needing to be near Emma.
"I'm such a fool," he thought to himself silently. She was divorcing her husband for cheating on her and there he was following her cross-country like a helpless little puppy. He had been so excited to be returning to the states after being in Africa. He had been grateful to be going back to Manhattan, to his hospital, to Emma . . . and Maddison. He had been confused when he came to her apartment and she wasn't there. He had gone to the hospital and still Emma had been no where to be found. He turned to her apartment the next day, to leave a note, and her mother had opened the door, telling him she had moved to Seattle to be near her brother as far as she could tell.
He was older than she was, not too much older, but older. He should be the mature one in the pseudo relationship they had. She was acting as though she didn't need him. At the very least, she seemed nervous around him. She'd never been like that – not even as an intern.
The door opened. None other than Callie O'Malley walked in. She nodded at him and crawled up onto the upper bunk. She tossed and turned for a few minutes and then must have fallen asleep because she stopped moving.
Talon sighed and crawled out of the bed, grabbing the bag he always carried with him, and left the on-call room, muttering under his breath about coffee. He knew he shouldn't say anything to Emma yet, but well, it was killing him. She was technically, although not legally, free to be in a relationship. He wanted . . . needed her . . . to be with him.
"Dr. Talon," Miranda Bailey said, rushing up to him, a panicked look on her face, "I need you in the Clinic. Could you? Please?
"Sure, Dr. Bailey, whatever you need," he said, dropping his bag at a Nurse's Station, "it's nice to feel useful."
GAGAGAGAGAGAIzzie hadn't had such a nice night out in . . . forever. It had been a really, really long time. She was glad to see Meredith and Derek being so happy together and the Chief and his wife were just too cute. And Mark Sloan? Well, McSteamy was certainly living up to his name after one got past the leering and off color comments. He even drove her home, since George had dropped them off on his way back to the house.
"I know that we were thrown together and everything," Izzie said, turning towards him, her hand already on the door handle, "but thank you for a wonderful night."
"Your welcome, Izzie," he said, smiling. He got out of the car and ran around, opening her door. Izzie just sat there. "What's wrong?"
"What are you doing?"
"I'm opening the door for you, Izzie," he said, as if she should have realized that, "and then I'm going to walk you to your front door."
"Why?"
"Because I'm being a gentleman," he said. "Or would you rather I. . ."
"Oh, no, I'm sorry," she said, taking his offered hand and getting out of the car. "Of course, Mark, I'm just not. . .it's fine. Okay, uh, the door is this way." Mark smiled and walked with her, his hand on the small of her back.
Izzie was getting more and more flustered with each step. When had the night turned into a date? They walked across the yard to the door. "Well, this is me," she said unnecessarily. "Um, thanks again, Mark," she smiled. "See you tomorrow?"
"Of course," he said. "So, uh," he leaned in a kissed her cheek. "Good night." He smiled at her again and walked back to his vehicle.
"Good night," she called out, watching Mark hop back into his SUV and drive away. He hadn't kissed her. Well, he had kissed her cheek, but he hadn't . . . Izzie stood there, confused. Maybe the night hadn't turned into a date.
So why was she disappointed instead of relieved?
GAGAGAGAGAGA
Mark walked into the Archfield with a Cheshire smile on his face. He went to the front desk and asked the Clerk if there were any messages. She smiled back at him, handing them over. He flipped through them on his way to his room. Most of them were from women and then one was from Emma. She had gotten the room next door. She would be up if he wanted to talk since she had the next day off and was planning on spending it with Maddison.
He took the elevator upstairs and walked down the hall, knocking on Emma's door instead of his own. Emma opened the door slowly and smiled at him. "Did you enjoy your evening," she asked him, leaning against the doorway.
"I have a bit of a problem," he said, not being able to take the smile off of his face.
"What's that, big brother," she asked, pulling him into the room so they wouldn't be talking in the hallway. "Drink?"
"I'm good, thanks," he said. "You remember Izzie Stevens?"
"Yes," she said, "why? What did you do to her?"
"Nothing," he said, "it's what she did to me."
GAGAGAGA
Chief Richard Webber had a little extra spring in his step the next morning. He had spent the night in his own house, in his own bed, with his own wife. They had even talked that morning about the possibility of him moving back in.
"You'll need more than one good date, though, Richard," Adele had said, handing him his coffee, "you'll need to work for it."
"I'm miserable without you, Adele," he had told her, wrapping both hands around the coffee.
"I know," she had said, smiling before she had kissed his cheek.
Yes, Richard was in for a great day . . .amazing even.
"Chief, I need to talk to you," Miranda Bailey said, stepping in front of him.
"Miranda," Richard asked, "did you go home last night?"
"No, but I want you to look at these," she said, pulling some films from the folder she carried before passing them over.
Richard held the films up and looked at them, using the florescent lights in the hallway. "What is that, right there," he asked her, using a finger from the hand carrying his briefcase.
"I believe it's a tumor, sir," she said.
"Who's films are these," he asked, handing them back after taking another look.
"Salvador Carmarthen complained of head aches last night," she said. "He complained several times through the night and the intern on duty took him for a CT. Uh, Dr. Talon ordered the test. He wanted me to bring the results to you."
"Okay," he said, beckoning her to follow him down the hall. "Why specifically does Dr. Talon want me to know about Mr. Carmarthen's tumor," he asked.
"Because," she said, stopping in the middle of the hall, "the patient is her transfer from New York and Dr. Talon thinks you should be the one to tell her."
GAGAGAGA
Derek and Meredith had gone to the trailer again last night and had driven in together, since Meredith's vehicle was still parked at the hospital. In fact, the two of them had enjoyed a great morning together so far, even scrubbing in on a craniotomy together. "So, Dr. Grey," Derek said, coming up behind her, "do you have plans for lunch today?"
"Why, Dr. Shepard, are you hitting on me?"
"And what if I am," he asked, his voice deepening as he pinned her against the wall.
"Hem, hem," Richard said, walking into the room, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Derek, but I need you to look at this." Derek sighed, dropping his head. Meredith smiled and reached up, dragging her hand through his hair. With another sigh, Derek straightened up and took the films that Richard had been holding, sticking them up on the wall and turning on the light behind them.
"Whose films are these?"
"Is it operable," Richard asked, moving to stand behind him.
"It looks like," he said, folding his arms across his chest, "but it's difficult to determine from these CTs. Are these recent?"
"Taken this morning," Richard said. "Dr. Grey, what do you think?"
Meredith moved forward and looked at the films. "Does anyone know how long the patient has had this tumor," she asked.
"I don't think so," Richard said, "it was found this morning as I understand it. The patient was complaining of headaches throughout the night."
"It's not a big tumor," Meredith said, pointing to it, "but it's in a bad spot to operate. It looks like it's in the language part of the brain. The patient might not be able to talk afterwards. How old is the patient?"
"In his eighties," Richard said, opening the chart, "86."
"It's risky with his age," Derek said, turning the light off and handing the films back to Richard. "I'd like to run a few tests before I rule anything out, though. Whose the patient?"
"I've just come from his room," Richard said, "and he made me promise that no one would tell Emma until after the surgery is over."
"What does Emma have to do with it," Meredith asked.
"Crap, the patient is Mr. Carmarthen, isn't it?"
Richard nodded. "Her transfer from New York," he said. "As I understand it, Mr. Carmarthen was one of her first patients and they've seem to have grown attached to each other."
"He was her first triple bypass surgery," Derek said, shaking his head. "I remember when she finished. She was so happy that she'd been able to scrub in with Travis, who wasn't even Chief at the time. She was thrilled he made it through, too. She's been his doctor ever since then."
"That's what Mr. Carmarthen said," Richard told them, "he doesn't seem to think he'll make it through the surgery. I can't see any reason why he wouldn't although his age is against him. He does have a history of heart attack, although his latest hospitalization proved false."
"Like I said, I'd like to run some test," Derek tapped his fingers against his arm. "Emma isn't in today, right?"
"Right."
"So the sooner we get this done, the better."
"Exactly, Shep, and you can't tell Emma. He won't consent to the surgery if she knows. He doesn't want to upset her."
"Couldn't she help talk him into it though, if they're so attached to each other," Meredith asked.
"Normally, I'd say yes, but this time . . . I think it would hinder rather than help. Plus, he's incredibly adamant about it. I don't think we can really mess with this one."
"Well, will run the tests and make a decision," Derek said, "if Mr. Carmarthen is getting surgery, it's going to have to be tonight."
"What," a voice asked, coming from the doorway.
"Emma," Richard said, stepping forward, "what are you doing here?"
"Mark is meeting Maddy and I for lunch, but I wanted to see Derek before we went off," she said, "why does Salvador need surgery?"
"You're on a first name basis," Derek asked.
"He insisted," Emma said, "let me see his chart."
"You're a cardio doctor, not neuro, leave this to Derek to take care of," Richard said, holding the chart behind his back.
"Richard James Webber," Emma said, both hands at her hips, "if you do not hand over that chart right now, I am going to call Adele. I'll make up something really bad to tell her." When Richard refused to back down, Emma pulled out her cell phone and started scrolling through the phone book.
"You can't use cell phones here," Richard said, snatching it from her.
"Fine," she said, spinning around and walking out of the room. "Hi, Debbie," Emma said. "Could I use the phone?"
"Sure, Dr. Shepard," she said, "come on around."
"Debbie! Don't let her use that phone," Richard yelled, running down the hall, a laughing Derek and Meredith running behind him.
"C'mon, Debbie, he won't let me see my patient's chart," she said, "so I'm calling Adele."
"What are you going to tell her," Debbie asked curiously as Emma dialed.
"Oh, I'll think of something," she whispered, dropping the phone and hurrying into the nearest exam room and locking the door behind her. Through the window she could see most of the nearby nurses laughing while the others tried to get filled in. She saw Meredith and Derek, laughing and leaning against each other, oh, and Richard on the other side of the door, pounding like it was going to cave in.
She picked up the phone off the wall and dialed.
So, yeah, originally this chapter kicked my butt. Chapter Fourteen just needs a quick review before I can post it – oh, and if I follow my own rules, I have to write Chapter Fifteen first. Better get on it.