Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, I would be extremely happy, but alas I don't, so I'll continue being not extremely happy and playing in fantasyland. Don't sue me, Shonda Rhimes is god, hypnotic toad says to watch the show and that this story is just fiction. The end.
5:15 am. The alarm clock rings, breaking the peaceful silence, and sleep, of Meredith Grey. It does not take long for her to turn the offending clock off and roll out of bed. She is dead tired, dark circles forming under her eyes from working extraordinarily long days, but she would be off of work a little past noon since she was hitting the eighty hour limit. After a quick shower, she hurried downstairs to grab coffee and a bagel before heading out for another day of blood, guts, George's silence, and the longing glances of McDreamy that never seemed to stop.
"How come you are always the first one awake in the morning?" Meredith asks as she turns toward Izzie, sitting at the table munching away on a bowl of cereal.
"Someone's got to make the coffee or you and George wouldn't have been awake for rounds, and now there's so much coffee left over since George is gone -" Izzie replies around a mouthful of cereal.
"Izzie. Don't. Not again." Meredith sighs exasperatedly, having gone over this time and time again with her. The continuing blaming on Meredith of George's moving out was wearing thin and she was tired of the fact that Izzie couldn't deal with the situation like an adult, instead of 'choosing sides,' like they were in the fifth grade again.
"Fine. But that room upstairs is lonely and needs someone to live in it, and you know how hard it is to find a decent roommate." A pause. "Is that a new conditioner? It smells good."
"Yeah, it's tangerine scented. My old one stopped working." Meredith replied.
"It makes your hair look really good. Lots of volume. Just saying …"
Both girls fell silent as they picked up their bags and headed to work.
As Izzie and Meredith walked into the hospital, they immediately felt a buzz of noise that usually indicated some big piece of gossip. As they headed towards the locker rooms, they saw the nurses turn towards them, look at Meredith in particular, and then go back to talking. Meredith felt like she was under a microscope again, like when Addison first came into the picture. They suspected something was up, probably something with the Shepherd's, but they didn't find out what it was until they made it to the locker room. All of the interns were in the locker room, busy changing into their scrubs, and Meredith headed straight for Christina.
"What's going on here? Why is everyone looking at me? I haven't had an affair with any attendings recently, so what now?" Meredith asks while rummaging around her locker.
