The next morning we're up at the asscrack of dawn to get ready for the day. I make breakfast while Mer showers and pass it to her on the way to her car, mine being more for solo driving. On the way there she tells me of her plans to find roommates, despite me being able to pay for it for a good twenty years on my own.
I watch her interview some blond woman but apparently she's too young. Stevens asks why she'd even want a roommate but won't choose one when Cristina sees Mer's extra coffee, the one she is stupidly going to give to Bailey. O'Malley makes a comment about moving out because of his mother while Mer tries to defend herself by saying the coffee isn't a bribe. They approach Bailey and I watch Mer give it to her, not listening on the conversation this time, but it doesn't go they way they had hoped.
Mer and I head to the elevator where Shepherd is waiting with that stupid smirk of his. I catch him looking at Mer from the corner of my eye and chuckle softly, this dude has it bad.
"Seattle has ferry boats." He states suddenly, glancing up from his phone for a second while Mer smiles slightly.
"Yes." Nice Mer, real nice.
"I didn't know that. I've been living here six weeks, I didn't know there were ferry boats." He explains, pretty much ignoring me at this point.
"Seattle is surrounded by water on the sides." She replies, rolling her eyes happily.
"Hence the ferry boats," He smiles, walking into the elevator Mer and I following behind, "Now I have to like it here. I wasn't planning on liking it here. I'm from New York, genetically engineered to dislike everywhere except Manhattan. I have a thing for ferry boats." That doesn't sound creepy at all.
"I'm not going out with you." Mer informs him, not looking at him or I as she says it.
"Did I ask you to go out with me," Shepherd asks, turning to me for the first time, "Did I ask her to go out with me? I mean, I would if she wanted to." I resist the urge to roll my eyes and just keep my mouth shut, not wanting to get in between this.
"I am not dating you, and I'm definitely not sleeping with you again. You're my boss." Mer explains, glancing at me with a look that pretty much tells me to keep my mouth shut.
"I'm your boss's boss." Shepherd replies, as if that's magically gonna make Mer weak in the knees.
"You're my teacher, and my teacher's teacher, and mine." Real eloquent there Mer.
"I'm your sister, I'm your daughter." The neurosurgeon mutters, leaving me slightly confused. Is that an American thing?
"You're sexually harassing me." I choke back my surprise with a couch and shake my head. Why did I get in this damn elevator?
"I'm riding an elevator." Shepherd shoots back over his shoulder, not really smiling anymore.
"Look, I'm drawing a line, it's drawn, a big line." Mer informs, glaring at me as I silently laugh at her plight.
"So, this line, is it imaginary ot do I need to get you a marker?" He jokes, said man finally turning around to face her. Mer stares at him for a second and then practically lunges at him, the folders she was carrying dropping to the ground as she kisses him. Shepherd swaps their position so she's against the wall so I take that as my cue to busy myself with my phone.
The door slides open and Mer quickly lets him go as I pick up her folders, rolling my eyes as she practically jogs down the hallway, ignoring the way he calls out to her. We head down to Trauma one where I was paged and I see Mer freeze for a second as she studies the girl, her eyes settling on a pair of ugly shoes. The shoes in her locker. I nudge her gently as we head up for a C.T. and then into the O.R. with Shepherd and Burke.
"She's going to spend a hell of a lot of time in recovery and rehab." Hottie comments as he picks around in her head, Burke working on her abdomen.
"If she survives." He replies softly, setting his forceps down.
"What is she, like, 5'2, a hundred pounds, and she's still breathing after what this guy did to her? If they catch the guy, they should castrate him." Derek spits, that little comment of his giving him some points in my book.
"See how shredded her hands are? She tried to fight back." Burke notes, looking down at her mangled fingers for a second. I clench my fist around the suction in my hand as my anger starts to bubble, but I just let it go after a minute.
"Tried to? Rape kit came back negative. She kicked his ass." Derek states, glancing up from the girl's brain to peer at us.
"So we have a warrior among us, huh?"
"Alison, her-her name is Alison." I supply softly, looking over at Mer as Derek repeats the name a little bit louder. I see something and pull it out with a pair of forceps, holding it up to try and see what it is.
"I think I may have found the cause of our rupture. What is this? Anyone know what it is?" I question curiously, peering over as Mer lets out a muttered 'oh my god'.
"Yes, Dr. Grey?" She meets my eyes and I see her visibly swallow.
"She bit it off." Mer states simply, a bit of awe in her voice as Burke asks what Alison bit off.
"That's his, his penis. She bit off his penis." A chorus of groans echo around the rom from the males, a smirk forming on my lips.
"Well, I'll be damned." I chuckle, setting said penis into a tray of ice as I see Shepherd shift subtly at the girls head. The surgery is over soon after and I quickly wash up to go down to see Cristina speaking with the douchebag doctor, Karev, I think. I keep going on and head to the put for a couple of hours until I meet Mer and O'Malley at the front desk, Mer placing the rapist's dick on the counter. Probably a bit unsanitary.
"What's that?" The puppy asks curiously, peering up at Mer like a, well, puppy.
"Don't ask, you don't want to know." Mer warns, flipping through someone's chart.
"I do want to know, really." Kid doesn't know when to quit so I intervene with a smirk.
"It's a severed penis." I comment casually, watching the watching O'Malley's face contort into one of disgust.
"Okay, I really didn't want to know." Cristina and Karev round the corner talking about hugging, and ovarian sisters but I don't know what that is so I'm going to ignore that for now. Puppy comments on the dick in a cooler making Cristina peek in, a smart ass comment leaving her mouth quickly. Mer comments on Alison's shoes and O'Malley says he knows what would help, but Mer says it's sick and twisted. I really don't want to know so I decide to grab a snack from one of the vending machines when I get a page.
I leave my drink and run down to Trauma one where I got a GSW to the chest on a teen. I manage to intubate him with little trouble but once we get him to the O.R. we have trouble finding the bullet, and when we do it's in pieces. I have to page Burke because a few are sitting a bit too close the kid's heart. I scrub out once he arrives and walk down past the entrance, walking over when I see Cristina and Mer.
"What are you guys doing down here?" I inquire curiously, plopping down beside Mer.
"Just sitting here with my penis." Mer states as if it's an everyday thing, Cristina informing me that she's hiding from Karev. I hum softly as silence descends, blissfully interrupted when Mer blurts out that she kissed Hottie making me scoff with a roll of my eyes.
"You practically attacked him, Mer." I tease, chuckling when Cristina just kind of repeats it to herself.
"In the elevator, I forgot Hadrien was there." Mer says defensively, crossing her arms over her chest with a deep sigh.
"Oh, you kissed him in an elevator with another Attending watching. Didn't know you had voyeuristic tendencies, Meredith." Cristina replies, raising a brow as we get up to leave.
"I was having a bad day, I still am having a bad day." Mer mutters, something about us being traitors under her breath.
"Oh, so this is what you do on your bad days. Make out with Dr. McDreamy." Cristian shoots back, following Mer and I down the hall. McDreamy has kind of a nice ring to it. Cristina comments on the shoe thing which leads Mer to say something but a car swerving outside the doorway distracts them. I run out to assist when I see a man covered in blood, but freeze when I note where all the blood is coming from. This is Alison's attempted rapist.
I step back as Mer runs to call security and Bailey strides up asking what we have before taking a look under the covers. She nods to herself and has them wheel the prat to O.R. One while I run to tell the Chief so Mer can scrub in. Once the Chief is informed I run back to the O.R. to scrub in, taking up position across from Bailey. She asks them why they aren't reattaching the guy's dick and Cristina answers without hesitation.
"Right, so what do we do?"
"Sew him up minus a large part of the family jewels." I mutter angrily, this guy reminding me quite a bit like Death Eaters back home.
"And his outlook?"
"He'll be urinating out of a bag for a very, very long time." Mer pipes up, a smile forming under my mask.
"Not to mention he'll never have sex again." Cristina states simply, not sympathy at all for this prat.
"Let's all take a moment to grieve. Clamp." I reply, handing it to Bailey as we finish the surgery and close the douche up. I scrub out for the second time today and head to the intern's spot, flopping down next to Karev with a groan. The others join where apparently Cristina wants Karev to have a tumor, anything to operate I guess.
"Who here feels like they don't know what they're doing?" O'Malley asks out of the blue, Karev and myself the only ones who don't raise their hands. This leads to a discussion about how all they're learning is how not to sleep, and Stevens' numb hands and her Chinese patient.
"I would say it gets better but being an intern blows, simple as that." I inform off-handedly, sitting up when Bailey walks over to us and motions for everyone to leave. I chuckle as she steals someone's chips, and head to the lounge when I see Stevens follow who I assume is her Chinese patient out into the rain. Not trusting the new intern I follow and see said woman comforting another under a makeshift shelter beside a dumpster, a large gash on the other woman's forehead.
I swear under my breath which causes Stevens to turn around in a panic, calming down when she sees it's me. I motion for her to stay and run to grab some supplies to stitch the woman up. I come back a few seconds later with a suturing kit and drag a box over to sit on while I examine her.
"nǐ huì méi shì de bié dān xīn wǒ huì bāng nǐ xiū hǎo de." (You're going to be okay, don't worry. I'll fix you up)
"xiè xiè , tài gǎn xiè nǐ le." (Thank you, thank you so much) I do my best to smile reassuringly at her and quickly fix her up, giving her some extra supplies once I'm finished. I give the woman my number before leaving, dragging Stevens along with me. We pass by Bailey talking to Burke about something but I ignore that and continue on, branching off from her and going to check on Alison but finding McDreamy instead.
"How is she?" I ask softly, crossing my arms over my chest and studying the poor girl.
"No change."
"You've been here all night." I state, already knowing the answer from the darkening bags under his eyes.
"Mm-hmm, yup. You know I have four sisters? Very girly, tons of kids. If I was in a coma, they'd all be here, I'd want them here. I'd want them here, you know. Having no one? Can't imagine that." Shepherd states softly, finally glancing up at me from his chart.
"I can." I reply solemnly, my eyes glued to Alison as I think about all the people who died in the war. The Weasley's, Remus, Tonks, Teddy…
"What're you talking about, what about your parents?" He questions gently, his eyes never leaving me.
"Dead, about 25 years on Halloween." I reply in an emotionless tone, heading out when I see Mer coming my way. I am totally gonna use my best friend as an excuse. I head to the lounge as they strike up a conversation about, I'm going to assume, the elevator kiss.
I head to the lounge to change out of my dirty clothes and gather my things, heading out the door and into an alleyway to Apparate home. Even after all this time, I still hate it, but I drove with Mer and I'm not walking seven miles in the rain. I head upstairs to take a shower and once I'm out I run into Mer, Stevens, and O'Malley in the hall, only a towel wrapped around my waist. I ignore Stevens staring as I brush past them to my attic room.
"Damn, he's hot as hell."