I know what you're thinking, and no, this is not Grey's Anatomy or any crossover, or at least I'm trying not to make it like that. It will hopefully be alike to it, but hopefully no Major Character Deaths (working in the hospital), and hopefully not as many romances as there are. That being said, I just really wanted to try it out. I'm also not a doctor, but I really want to be one, so bear with me, as I know next to nothing. Please send feedback and I hope you enjoy!

Mary Margaret

Whatever happens, I told myself, I wouldn't be late for my first day as a resident. So instead of setting my alarm for a reasonable time to be awake, with a little bit of leeway, like a normal person would, I set my alarm to wake me up at an unreasonable five-thirty, so I could have breakfast, brush my teeth, get dressed, then wait for an hour and a half until I left. And then wait for another fifteen minutes in the hospital parking lot until everyone else was arriving.

I walked in and immediately caught sight of David in the elevator, chatting with another resident.

"David, hold the door," I called. He held his arm out just in time to catch the door. I bolted in and squished between them and a few more people in the elevator.

"Hi," I said breathily.

"Hey," he answered, then went back into his conversation with Graham. I immediately fled the confining metal space once the doors opened and ran straight for the locker room. Someone was just leaving the Chief's office, right in my way. I couldn't stop, and I collided with their left side.

I went down with her, a flurry of papers scattered around us, floating slowly to the ground, and coffee spilled on the both of us. I heard her grumble beside me as I swept her coffee off my cheek. Her white blouse was sopping wet with the dark liquid.

"I am so sorry, Ma'am, I didn't see where I was going…"

"You should be," she answered coldly. My eyes drifted up where she was knelt, gathering papers in her manicured hands. My eyes drifted to her face, to deathly dark eyes, plump and taught red lips, and straight, jet-black hair. I don't believe in love at first sight, but if it existed, this would be as close as it can get. I gathered her papers with her, until someone walked by.

Killian was smirking at me.

"Klutz," he muttered, chuckling to himself and walking away. I glared at the back of his head and helped her gather the rest of her papers.

"Watch where you're going next time," she said. I nodded hurriedly and scrambled back up to my feet. I didn't recognize her, but maybe she was the new attending from John's Hopkins? Time will only tell, I guess.

When I got to the locker room, Killian was in the middle of telling people I ran into Dr. Mills on accident. It was the new attending! I berated myself internally and got changed out of my coffee-stained t-shirt as I avoided the pointed glance from Killian.

"It was an accident," I said casually,"I was running and she put herself in front of me." Killian scoffed and clipped his pager to the waistband of his scrubs. I pulled my own shirt on as David patted me on the back sympathetically.

"I don't need your pity," I said to him earnestly, in contrast to the laughs bubbling out of my mouth. He laughed with me and waited until I finished changing, then we left the locker room together to find the interns we got assigned to.

David and I stopped outside the intern change rooms, talking with everyone else and flicking anyone on the arm who called me a klutz. The interns stood patiently at the door, waiting for their assignments. I pulled out my pocket notebook and flipped through the endless notes, until I stumbled upon my intern list.

"Crouse, Lane, Olsen, Lindstrom, Riddel, your with me," I called out. Three guys and two girls burst through the crowd of people to follow me."

"I am Dr. Blanchard, I am your resident for your internship. This is all pretty simple, so listen. All of your mistakes are reflected on me, so do me a favour, don't make them? I love my beauty sleep, so be prepared for the grumpiest resident you'll ever come across if you wake me up. Do not waste my time, and I hope you're great at keeping up, because I run. Everywhere." I said the last part sweetly.

"She does," Emma said to them,"she ran into the new Pediatric's Attending this morning. They don't call you the Flash for nothing!" They all chuckled, and I punched her on the arm.

"Shut up. I'm trying to teach the impressionable minds," I said. She chuckled again and led the interns into the Pit. I rarely covered the ER, I much prefer pediatrics, and the pediatrics surgeon last year loved me. His retirement was one of the best events I've been to. But then again, I hated college parties.

I pushed back the doors to the pediatric's ward, watching the intern's eyes light up for the first time. I remember last year when I first saw the OR, the pediatric's ward, and the children in it. I lead them to the nurses station, where a nurse handed me my first case as a resident. I smiled and turned around, but instead of finding my way to the child's room, Dr. Mills was in front of me, arms crossed too close for comfort, as her nose was nearly brushing mine. The interns all giggled behind me, while I felt blood rush to my cheeks.

"I'm assuming you're the resident on my specialty today?"

"Y-yes." She took the case from me and grabbed an entire other stack of case files. I followed her to a room, where a small girl was sitting covered in blankets much bigger than she was. As soon as Dr. Mills walked into the room, she softened and smiled softly at the girl. She handed the file to me.

"Angela Dickson, three, has been diagnosed with a large ventricular septal defect after visiting the ER with shortness of breath, an abnormal heart rate, and paleness."

"Because it's the residents first day, I'll give them a pass on this one. What is a ventricular septal defect, Dr. Blanchard?"

"It is a birth defect, where there is a hole in the septum, which separates the left and right ventricles. It causes the oxygenated and deoxygenated blood to mix in her ventricles and up to her lungs."

"Good. Course of treatment?"

"We will perform ventricular septal defect surgery, which is a minimally invasive procedure using cardiac catheterization."

"What does that mean," Angela asked, poking her head up out of the covers.

"It means we're gonna put a tiny little tube in your chest to fix the hole in your heart." Her eyes widened. "Don't worry. You will be awake, but we can give you stuff so you don't feel anything," Dr. Mills said warmly.

"Anything? Even if you touched my heart?"

"You won't feel a thing," she said. Angela nodded and sank down on her bed, biting her lip.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Mills," a woman, her mother, said. Regina nodded and folded up the binder, smiling to the girl before she left. She put the binder back into my arms.

"You're scrubbing in, Dr. Blanchard." I smiled a small smile and turned to the residents following behind me.

"You. What's your name?" I pointed to the shortest one of the bunch, a girl with dirty blonde hair and eyes that looked almost grey. Everytime I turned to her, she was smiling.

"Dr. Lindstrom."

"You're Smiley from now on. Smiley, go book an OR please." Her face dropped the smile for a second, and the residents snickered.

Regina handed Angela's case file to the nurse before continuing on. This was going to be a long day.

"How was working for the Evil Queen," Killian asked. We were in the cafeteria, taking a much-needed lunch break. My eyes swept through the cafeteria for her, but I couldn't find her. I snapped back into reality.

"The Evil Queen?"

"I heard that's what everyone was calling her."

"Really? She isn't that evil."

"'Cause you like her."

"Do not." Everyone looked at me skeptically. "Guys, I don't like the Evil Queen!" Everyone's eyes were popping out of their skulls. "What?"

"Thank God, the feeling is mutual," she shot back icily. I gulped and turned to watch her sashay to the attending's table, sitting with Dr. Lapis, but everyone just called her Blue. I groaned and laid my head on my folded arms, sitting on the table.

I thought she was being cold before. Now she's just ignoring me.

"Prep Angela for surgery, then scrub in," she said frigidly. I nodded and watched her leave. I snapped out of my daze and heard a chuckle from a nurse before heading into Angela's room.

"Alrighty, are you ready for surgery?" The girl looked at me and pouted. I smiled at her before taking the lock off the wheels on her bed. I lowered the top of her bed down until it was completely horizontal.

"I don't want to do it," she said quietly.

"Why not? You'll be able to breath easier. You can play outside as much as you want, now."

"Really?"

"Yes. But you have to do this first. I know you can, you are so brave. You just have to do this, and then you can go home after a little bit." Her smile immediately matched mine.

"Okay then!"

"Alright then, hold on!" She tilted her head, but squealed when I pulled the cart out of her room.

"Faster, faster!" I giggled and shook my head.

"We can't go faster, we could run into something. You can't shout in here. People are sleeping."

"Why are they sleeping? It's daytime!"

"I know, but they're very tired, so they have to have naps."

"Ohhh. I get it. They take naps like me."

"Exactly like you." I pushed the cart through the 'employees only' doors and into OR 2. Dr. Mills was waiting, with the scrub nurses and anesthesiologist.

"Alright Angela, are you ready?"

"Yup!" Dr. Mills glanced over at me before looking onto her sweet little face.

"That's good," she said. "You're very brave. I don't think I could do it!"

"Yeah you can! Everyone can!" Dr. Mills laughed and tilted her head, locking eyes with the three-year-old's and then at mine. Her gaze was warmer this time, and it almost looked hospitable. I smiled.

"Did Dr. Blanchard take care of you?"

"Yeah, she's really pretty."

"She is, isn't she," Dr. Mills asked her. I blushed and rolled her cart close to the table. "Go scrub in, Blanchard." I went into the scrub room and watched the scrub nurses ready her groin, the anesthesiologist inject her with medication, just as the scrub nurses rubbed on her what I could only guess was lidocaine. I put on my scrub cap, my mask, and I washed my hands before pulling on gloves.

"Are you okay," Regina asked. The little girl bit her lip and shut her eyes, nodding. I stood beside Regina, watching her eyes flash with something akin to excitement. I smiled under my mask.

"Sheath catheter," her voice boomed. My heart fluttered. Maybe I need a cardiac catheterization. I watched her confidently manoeuvre it under her skin and perfectly into her blood vessel, before handing me the catheter.

"Me?"

"Yes. You're the only other surgical resident in the room." I blushed and thanked the heavens my mask covered my cheeks and absolutely loved her presence behind me, perfecting my technique.

"You have a hat with butterflies," Angela said to me.

"I do. Did you see Dr. Mills? She has zebra stripes."

"Really? I wanna see!" Regina laughed and moved closer to her, where the girl's eyes glimmered in awe.

"Wow!" I laughed and redirected the catheter. I hoped this would be a start to many surgeries with Regina. I couldn't mess it up any further with her, or I may not have a chance in Pediatrics. For my sake, I needed to push down these unwelcome but very happy feelings. I just hoped they wouldn't push back.