She was finally an intern. After ten years of unrelenting exhaustion and endless cramming she had finally made it. Her purse was slung over one shoulder and her jacket was tucked under an elbow while she stood awkwardly in front of Seattle Grace, wondering how it had all happened so fast. This was a new start, a new place, and she had started it off with a bang. Literally and figuratively. She half-smiled, one corner of her lips stretching mysteriously as she remembered the man she had woken up to this morning, his unruly dark hair and his deep eyes. She'd always fallen for the blue-eyed ones; the ones with eyes so dark she could lose herself in them.
She swept her hair into a low pony tail, finally allowing her feet to move forward, closer to the door. She tried not to think of other, previous men in her life with blue eyes and leather jackets. She tried not to think of awkward, new sex while she had quite possibly just had the best sex of her life last night. She wouldn't think of her daughter, her nine year old daughter who was with someone, somewhere, right now. This was her moment, her chance to show the medicine world what she could offer, a chance to show up her mother; even if her mother wasn't in any position to acknowledge it. She was here for herself, this was her dream.
She breezed through the doors, nervous and confident at the same time, ready to conquer something new, ready to move on from classrooms and onto real, living, breathing people with cuts and scrapes and diseases that required surgery, endless amounts of surgery. Surgeries that she'd eventually be performing herself. The thought made her happy, happier than anything else in her life had made her feel.
"I'm George…do you remember me from last night?"
The voice cuts through her fog of thoughts, cuts into the nervous, jumpy energy that seemed to be a theme today. The man in front of her is roughly her height, with wavy hair and blue eyes, a nervous man who reminds her of her father. They were in the locker room, hastily pulling on scrubs before their residents had a chance to realize that they weren't prepared enough for their first day of work.
She squinted, biting her lip and trying to picture if she had two men over last night. Or maybe, just maybe, this was the man from last night. He had dark hair and blue eyes, and he had obviously seen her last night…maybe it was the tequila. Sometimes certain details were…misplaced after fourteen shots.
"Not exactly," she offered, "refresh my memory?"
He sighed, like this has happened before.
"We met last night. You seriously don't remember?"
"Oh, right!" she said, snapping her fingers and looking up to meet his eyes, "at the hospital thing."
"Yeah."
He looked pleased when he turned back to his locker, and she smiled her strange half-smile, turning back to her locker, too. A blonde knock-out to her right started murmuring about her first day one the job, about how excited she was to actually be performing surgeries.
"You won't be performing surgeries," a short woman from the door interrupted, throwing a hard stare out onto the sea of interns, "First days aren't for cutting people open. First days are for scut work, for doing my errands. You don't know a damn thing about surgery yet."
"I guess that's why they call her the Nazi," her father's doppelganger mumbled in her ear, making her smirk.
"I hope you're under me," the woman said, hand on her hip while he paled, falling silent, "Better. Karev, Stevens, Yang, Grey, O'Malley, you're with me."
She heard a pitiful groan come from somewhere in front of her, and she assumed that his name was just called. She was glad, because he was nice. And he, like her one night stand last night, had blue eyes. They grabbed pagers, ID's and cell phones, taking off after a surprisingly fast Dr. Bailey. She began ranting off the rules while they dodged other doctors and nurses, trying to keep focused and alert. This was what they'd been waiting for for years, and it was just as exciting now that they were here.
"O'Malley, you're going to be running labs for the first few hours, Stevens, you've got rectals, Karev, you're with Burke, Yang and Grey, you're on Shepherd's seizure case. You won't be scrubbing in so wipe those smirks off your faces."
They scattered, and she held out her hand to the Asian woman following her.
"I'm Meredith," she greeted after they had stepped into the elevator.
"Christina," she said shortly, looking up at the glowing numbers, "and I don't do friends."
"Good," Meredith answered, unsurprised, "I don't do them either."
The other woman nodded, reaching up to move her wild hair behind her ears. The doors slid open, and they gave one last measuring stare at each other before half-walking half-running towards room 3214.
AN: So this is short. And I'm sorry. But it just kind of…ended. Review!!