Chapter 25: Grey Meet Gray

Derek's Point-of-View

I was hurting. I knew she was too. Hurting over someone else wasn't something you wanted to feel a week before your own wedding. And why was she hurting? Maybe it was her mother, I didn't know what was wrong with her. She bolted after I had my little case of verbal diarrhea, and I don't blame her. It seemed that when I needed to talk, I couldn't say anything, and when I didn't need to talk said all the wrong things… what was wrong with me?

"I need the chart for the patient in room 2413 B please." I heard in a familiar voice. I turned and looked in confusion to see a familiar skinny brunette glancing over a chart that the nurse had just handed her.

"Amelia?" I asked, she looked up and smiled at me.

"There you are." She said, "I figured you'd find me eventually."

"I would have a lot faster if you'd called."

"I'm guessing you don't check your voice mail." She said, "Or has that over controlling blonde you're marrying taken over your phone as well?"

"Be nice." I glared. Then noticed what she was wearing "You're in scrubs."

"Brilliant of you to notice." She rolled her eyes "Richard called me out for the humpty dumpty surgery, I guess he didn't have a surgeon good enough in this place to perform the delicate procedure."

"Funny." I scoffed "I only operate on brains."

"Yet somehow you can't seem to operate your own."

"How long is this going to go on?" I sighed. "I have work to do."

"So, do I."

"When is Ma going to be here? Did she fly in with you?"

"No." she said "She seems to be under the impression of letting you make your own mistakes."

"What is it exactly about my fiancé that you don't like?"

"Derek, I love you." She sighed "But she's just not right for you."

"You thought Addison was right for me," I glared "look how that turned out."

"So I was wrong." She shrugged "I'm human."

"Maybe you're wrong about Brooke." I said, "Give her a chance."

"I'll tolerate her." She said, then looked at her watch "I need a resident, know any good ones who are eager to learn but don't complain busting their ass?"

"Um..." I thought for a moment, there was one, but I didn't want her and Amelia in the same room with each other, that wouldn't turn out well "Well there's Dr. Avery, he's kind of a pretty boy, but he seems to get the job done if you don't mind him staring at your ass all the time."

"Interesting." She sighed.

"Did I hear you say you needed a resident?" I heard next to me and stiffened "You don't need to be asking Dr. Shepherd, you need to be asking me, the residents answer to me and me only."

"Amelia." I said through a forced smile "This is Dr. Bailey, she's chief resident."

"Oh!" her eyes lit up and she stuck out her hand "Nice to meet you and yes, I need a reliable resident."

"Grey!" she called out down the hall, I jumped. Amelia frowned, probably feeling like she was being yelled at. I saw the skinny blonde look warily this way but come running.

"Dr. Bailey."

"This is the cardio-thoracic surgeon that Chief Webber called in from New York," she said "I want you to be her slave, I want you to jump when she says jump, I want you to do every little thing she asks you to do and I want you to do it with a pretty little smile on your grimey face, do you understand?"

"Yes Dr. Bailey." She nodded. Amelia looked a little startled but smiled as she stuck her hand out to Meredith.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Grey was it?" she asked. Meredith nodded and shook her hand "Dr. Amelia Gray, how ironic…maybe we're related?"

I laughed dryly and got six curious and confused eyes staring at me.

"Yeah ok, I'm leaving."

I turned and darted like a coward because I knew it was only a matter of time, this situation was a ticking time bomb and it would go off in epic proportions. My only hope was that Meredith wouldn't talk to my sister about the demise of our marriage any more than she did to me. I was screwed, and in light of being screwed, I figured it was best to run.