Two reviews? Seriously? Well hopefully I will change that.

Someone To Love

Wanting

Although it is still early in her shift, Meredith has found it hard to just stay there. She's only about two hours in, and she's sitting on a gurney against the wall in the hallway near the clinic. She's doing paperwork. This feeling of hers is just growing stronger and stronger by the hour, every revolution over the face of the clock, and the feeling just grows and grows. Eating away at her, and she can't do a thing about it.

Meredith sighs deeply, wishing she had stayed home, or wishing that this thing, whatever it was, would just get itself over with. She has never had a stronger feeling then this. Not since the whole bomb in the chest cavity, and yet that still wasn't this strong. It makes Meredith a little scared. Because she has no idea what will happen. She doesn't know if this feeling is good or bad. Or if something will blow up, or someone she knows will get in an accident. So this whole time, she's been keeping an ever close eye on her friends. So close in fact that they are getting annoyed with her, and asking why the hell she is hovering. She's even keeping a close eye on Derek.

Even though it's Derek, and she's been fighting with her self over the feelings she has for him. She can't help but watch over him. Because, although they are no longer together, and she is livid with him for it. She will die if something bad happens to him. She literally thinks she will no longer be able to go on with her life. Or live with herself if something was to happen to him.

George suddenly comes out of nowhere and sits beside her. He hands her a sandwich and a cup of coffee and settles against the wall with his own snack. Meredith gives him a smile and goes back to her paperwork after taking a sip. She remembers what she wanted earlier, but didn't quite know what to do about it because she doesn't want to be on bad terms with George again. But maybe if she asked him, and promised to be good about it; He'd agree. Instead she just looks at him. Like she doesn't quiet know how to ask. He looks back at her and cocks his head to the side.

"What?" He asks, with a mouth full of his own sandwich.

"Nothing." She just decides against it and sips her coffee and writes something on her papers.

"No, none of that, what is it?"

"I want something to love George." She just flat out says it, and then looks to him for a reaction. It's not like she just said, "I want a Dog George."

"What? what do you mean?" She is just freaking him out today. He's used to her saying random things like that, but this on top of the constant hovering, it's just plain not like her.

"I want a dog. I want something to love." She's pleading with him now.

"But Meredith." He starts. He recalls the last time they had a dog. And how much it hurt him to have her almost pick the dog over him. He's not in love with her anymore, but that doesn't mean that it still doesn't hurt to think of it. Plus she was devastated when she had to put Doc down.

"Never mind." She says with a sigh and her head goes back down into her paperwork again.

George can see how much she wants this. It surprises him, but he can see how much she's torn up about these recent events. And he can also see that she does indeed need something to love, and something to love her back. Like a dog. George pats her knee and leaves her to finish her work.

Meredith is alone in the hall again. All is quiet accept for the usual hospital sounds she loves so much. She finishes her paperwork and walks into the clinic to give it to Bailey. Handing them over she gives her a smile and Bailey just looks at her. Telling her with her eyes that she's not falling for that fake smile crap. Meredith just shakes her head and leaves the clinic. She doesn't quite know what to do with herself now. She's run labs, which is something her interns should do, and she's had them discharge some patients and she herself has done some paperwork. She needs something else to do or else she'll go crazy. Because now, the feeling is right at the surface of her chest. She can feel how close this moment is coming. Very soon, something life changing is going to happen.

Shaking herself a little, to throw off a bit of the tension that has been building, Meredith decides to go down to the pit. Maybe talking and suturing up some patients will get her mind off it. But the closer she gets to the pit, the more the feeling grows. She opens the swinging doors and sees a couple of people waiting in chairs. She spots a women dressed in a long brown coat with a baby in her arms. Meredith walks over to her and puts a hand on her shoulder to get her attention.

"Excuse me." Meredith says in a low voice. The women looks over at her with a concerned look on her face.

"I need help, well she needs help." The women says, turning the baby so Meredith could see. Meredith looks down at the baby girl. And thats when Meredith's feeling explodes inside her. She gasps quietly to herself and has to close her eyes. And just like that, the feeling is gone. Meredith looks at the baby again, and guesses that she's about eight months old. She has a head full of strawberry blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. Meredith finally sees that the baby has a deep cut over her left eyebrow, and that she's going to need stitches.

"What happened." Meredith asks, she is now crouched down to take a better look.

"Well I work at an orphanage..."

"So she's an orphan." Meredith concludes and a wave of sympathy washes over her.

"yes, and she just came in yesterday, she doesn't even have a name...But you see, she fell out of her crib this morning. I tried to clean the cut but it's so deep so I brought her here."

"Very good choice, she's going to need stitches." By now the baby has grabbed onto Meredith's two fingers and is holding on tightly. Not a sound comes out of her.

"She wasn't even crying.' The women says.

"She's tough." Meredith says quietly. She's mesmerized by the blue of her eyes."well If you wait right here, I'll stitch her up and you can bring her home..." She pauses and then remembers that this baby is orphaned.

Meredith brings the baby over to a bed and props her up against a pillow. She then spots Izzie coming into the room and waves her over.

"What do we have?" Izzie says coming over.

"Orphaned baby fell out of her crib at the orphanage." Meredith replies, getting out all the things she'll need.

"Who would do such a thing to an adorable and beautiful baby?" Izzie gets this sad look on her face.

"I know..."

"What do you want me to do?" Izzie asks, she's bent down in front of the baby.

"Can you stich her up while I hold her?" Meredith doesn't wait for an answer. She gets up on the bed with the baby and places her in her lap.

"Yeah sure." Izzie pulls up a stool and dabs the wound with something to numb the area. The baby just looks up at Meredith.

Meredith smiles down at the baby, holding onto her arms and massaging her. "You'll be okay." She cooes. Izzie looks on with interest. She's never seen Meredith act this way towards a baby before.

After a couple of minutes or so Izzie is all down. The whole time Meredith just kept her eyes on the baby and held onto her like she was hers or something.

"All done." Izzie says tickling the baby. The little girl laughs and turns her head up to Meredith again. "It's funny how she does that." Izzie points out.

"Does what." Meredith replies, a smile on her face as she taps the babies nose lovingly.

"Looks up at you like that."

"She trusts me I guess." Meredith picks the baby up and gets off the bed. She holds her to her and starts to walk over the the women who brought her in. And then it happens. The baby's head lolles to the side and she starts the shake violently. Meredith goes into a panic.

"She's seizing."

Alright. What do you think. I defiantly think I deserve some reviews? Right? Please?