Disclaimer: Don't own GA, yada, yada…

A/N: Glad you all are enjoying the suspense. You will find out… eventually! But I confess, I'm enjoying making you all wait a little bit.

Chapter 4: Lunchtime

Around 1:30 that same day, Bailey's interns gathered out on the patio for some food and a chance to breathe. Izzie and George were first to arrive, followed by Alex who plopped down beside Izzie. "Hey, babe," he said, taking one of her fries. She glared at him and rolled her eyes, but didn't stop him.

"You're actually letting him touch your food?" George asked in disgust. He couldn't imagine letting syphilis-bearing Alex going anywhere near his food.

"That's right, Bambi. She likes it too," he smirked as he winked at the blonde sitting next to him.

"Seriously, you two. Are you ever gonna grow up?"

"Nope. Not unless you mean…" He trailed off, letting the innuendo speak for itself. Izzie smacked him, but couldn't help but laughing a little bit. After all, he was very good at feeding the beast. And Izzie Stevens certainly enjoyed that.

Not long after, Christina came and sat next to George. "Ew, you're letting Evilspawn share your food?"

"See. My point. Thank you, Christina," George said in his ever-so-polite manner.

"Whatever, Bambi." Grace was not one of Christina Yang's stronger attributes. In fact, usually, it wasn't at all one of her attributes. "So I was reading about this case where a guy came in with these black, oozing pores all over him. I mean oozing. They had some great pictures: it wasn't normal puss, but it was like slimey, moldy, blooding goop, literally coming out of his body, and…"

"Christina! Some of us want to eat here!" admonished Izzie.

"Oh. Sorry. Did I say something wrong?" asked Christina innocently, who really could stand to talk about oozing body cavities whenever, as Burke would well attest.

"Just change the topic, ok?" requested George.

"To what? There's nothing interesting to talk about, anyway."

Izzie looked at George. George looked at Izzie. "It's nothing, Izzie. You always make a big deal out of nothing. I'm sure it was nothing."

"Wait, what was nothing?" interrupted Christina.

Izzie shrugged. "Well, Meredith…" she began.

"What? Meredith's fine. Annoyed at McJackass, but she's good," defended Christina.

Alex rolled his eyes. "Aww, aren't we such good friends now. How cute."

"Shut up, Evilspawn. Seriously, what are you talking about?"

"It's just, well, she kinda reacted strangely to the date, that's all," inserted George timidly.

Christina looked at Izzie and George like they were crazy. "You two are certifiable, you know that? How do you react strangely to the date?"

"It's Grey. She can do all sorts of crazy things. Or at least so I've heard," cracked Alex.

Christina glared at Alex, again. "Once again, shut up, Evilspawn. Or should I say, Mr. Gynecologist?"

"Very funny, Yang. But let's get back to the good stuff, Meredith and what the deal is this time around."

"The deal, Alex, is nothing." Naturally, Meredith managed to arrive at the very moment when her friends were talking about her. "Seriously, I'm good. George and Izzie, once again, are making things up. Now can we move onto a new discussion? Or should I leave so you can return to gossiping about me?" Sparks flew in her blue-grey eyes. Clearly, Meredith was more than a little annoyed about overhearing the conversation. Then again, it was understandable, given how much she had had to deal with the hospital talking about her and her love life or her mother or even the color of her socks, it felt some days.

"Sorry, Meredith, but we just thought…" began George.

"You thought what? That it was okay to talk about me, again? Didn't you get enough of that with the McDreamy episodes? Or with Addison? Or when my mom was a patient? Seriously! Has it ever occurred to you to maybe just plain out ask me? Has it?" Shaking her head, Meredith, who had been about to sit down, just took her tray and walked off. She hadn't meant to get so exasperated with her friends, but she was just so worn out. So tired of everyone around her thinking they got to know everything, when really, they knew so little about her. Putting her tray down at a table tucked away from the world, she sighed and began to eat, quite content to be away from the maddening crowd.

Back at the offending table, the interns all looked at each other in silence. "Way to go, guys. Just when she's actually feeling better, you manage to go and piss her off. Slick, really." Christina grabbed her stuff and went off in search of her best friend.

A/N: Ok, this went much differently than I had envisioned it, but oh well… It's not great, I know, but there had to be some filler at some point.