A/N: well, I thank you all for your lovely reviews. Yes there will be a romantic interest for Harry later. I try from now on to do 1 chapter per episode. The chapters will be namen accordingly.
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Harry stood in front of the board. It was full, as it was most of the days. He was scheduled for two appies as a start of his day. Not the most exciting morning, but hey, it couldn't be gold every day. He sipped his coffee, he really needed to find a way to get more sleep at night. He knew Owen was sleeping poorly as well. But unlike Harry, he spend his hours not staring to the ceiling but in the on-call rooms. Harry wasn't sure he even left the hospital in three days.
The man himself appeared next to him, staring at the board just like he himself did.
"Two appendectomies? Wow, that is really a morning of your liking." Owen commented with a small smirk on his face. Harry chuckled and finished his coffee.
"Well, if I'm lucky a guy has been changed into a pretzel by a bus or something. Blood and gore all around buffet," Harry quipped.
Hunt's pager went off at that moment. He took a quick glance at it. Harry raised his eyebrow at Owen.
"It's the pit, seems like I have to head down there." Harry nodded at him and was about to walk away when he heard the voice of Richard Webber.
"Gentlemen! I need you both for a second!" He called out. Harry froze and turned to the Chief. The man walked to the two at a sedate pace.
"Do you think the man ever runs for a 911 page?" Harry murmured to Owen. Owen had problems to hide the chuckle that was coming up.
"I need your help. Our second year residents first solo surgery is about to be awarded. You two have fresh eyes, I'd like your opinion on them." Harry glanced at Owen and knew they both thought the same thing; if this leaked out to the residents it would be an all-out war.
"We'll see about it, give us a couple of days and we get back to you Chief," Harry answered for the both of them. He could see Webber was to go on, and was not in the mood for it. "Owen, you best get to the pit. I need to check up on my appie patient." Harry walked away with a quick and vague wave over the shoulder. Webber looked at Owen.
"Don't look at me, Chief. He was always his own man, you should've heard him back at command. He could wipe the floor with any captain or lieutenant." And with those words he made his way to the pit.
Harry waited for the elevator to arrive. When the doors opened he could hear the pretty boy parade before he saw them.
"… not your personal stud-horse. No, I won't do it," he heard Mark say.
"You slept with my wife," Derek responded.
"Fine, I'll do it." Mark walked out and slammed into Harry. "Oh, sorry Harry. Talk to Derek, he is insane!"
Harry stepped into the elevator and turned to the neuro surgeon.
"I don't get any sleep because my girlfriend talks on the phone with her evil twin all the time." Derek explained.
"What has that got to do with Mark calling himself your personal stud-horse?" Harry couldn't help but ask.
"Well, I told him he needed to sleep with Christina." Derek responded a bit sheepishly. Harry stared at him. And stared at him. He shook his head.
"And I thought I was ripe for the mental institution," he mumbled to himself. Derek heard nonetheless and burst out laughing. He clapped him on the shoulder.
"We're all crazy here, Potter. Welcome to the club." Harry smiled wryly at that. He doubted that the crazy of those working here compared to his own personal brand of crazy, but he appreciated the sentiment.
"If you don't mind me asking … Mark slept with your wife? And you're still friends?" Derek looked at him.
"Yes, he slept with my wife, ex-wife now. That's why I moved from New York to Seattle. Then Addison followed me, then Mark followed her. Addison left, Mark stayed. And we're not still friends, we're friends again. It's a long story." Derek added.
"Yeah, I bet," Harry nodded. The ping of the elevator made them look up. "Well, this is me. See you around, Derek."
The rest of his morning went quietly. He assured his appendectomy he would do his very best work on him, and that this was the most common surgical procedure out there. It was no surprise that everything went smoothly. He was ready to knock the resident over the head, little doctor 'please-call-me-Sydney-because-I-really-want-to-be-friends'.
He made sure his patient was safely in his room in the recovery wing, when he walked back to the OR board. He was nearly knocked over by a blond blur that swept past. He could barely identify the blur as Izzie Stevens. To his immense shock, she disappeared into a supply closet. Nobody seemed to notice, so with an exasperated sigh he made his way to the closet. Bloody hero complex, he grumbled to himself.
In the supply closet, he saw Izzie almost hyperventilating. He quickly closed the door, it would do no good if anybody saw this. He sat on the floor next to her, shoulder to shoulder. He didn't speak to her, just sitting. Slowly she was calming down.
"You must think I'm a nut case. First ranting to you about pigs, breaking down in supply closets …" Izzie sobbed dryly.
"I think the pigs are not related with what happened just now. At least I hope so," Harry tried for levity. Izzie gave a watery chuckle at that.
"I'm on Hahn's service today. We had a patient of hers that she had for more than two years. We had to do an alcohol ablution." Izzie started. Harry nodded, and bumped her with his shoulder to make her go on.
"He missed out on a heart two years ago. The heart went to a guy here in Seattle Grace, called Danny Duquette." Izzie shook her head. "He had a heart at the same time, but it was no good. I heard, so I cut his LVAT-wire." Harry looked up sharply at that. What the hell? Izzie saw the look.
"He and I, he was my fiancé." She blurted out. Harry kept on staring at her, trying to let the information sink into his brain in a way that made sense.
"I stole the man's heart. And now, I cannot even look at him." Izzie shook her head again.
"But, well, you saved another man's life. I cannot say I condone your actions, but –" Harry was cut off by Izzie.
"Danny died of complications after the transplant." Harry sat frozen. Then he decided he could hardly judge, considering he almost scalped Teddy's Healer.
"Listen, and listen very carefully. What's done is done. You feeling sorry for yourself is not going to help this man." Izzie looked at Harry when he said this.
"I'm not feeling –" Harry shook his head and held up a finger to stop her.
"Yes you are. Because this man has absolutely no idea what happened to his heart, besides that he missed out on it. This is self-flagellation, and you harm this man with it. So put your act together! For even if you want to shoulder the blame, self-pity doesn't help him now. So put on your big girl panties, go back to the patient and make sure you do everything you can for him now." He stood up and left the closet after this.
As he made his way to the hallways of the hospital he couldn't help but go over everything he heard about the staff here.
"Crazy wankers, the lot of them!" He said to himself.
"Who?" A voice behind him sounded. He spun around and found Erica Hahn standing there. She closely resembled an angry mother dragon with the huffing she did. Harry expected fire and smoke coming out of her nostrils any second.
"The staff here, everyone." Harry responded with a shrug.
"Did you hear about Stevens and the heart case two years ago?" She demanded of him. Oh yes, Erica Hahn was on the war path. Not that Harry could blame her, her patient was duped because of this debacle.
"I've just heard the story, yes." Harry responded carefully.
"I'm about to go talking to the Chief, I want an ethics committee to look in to this case. You'll back me, right?" The last part did not come out as a question. Harry looked at her cautiously.
"I understand you are angry Dr. Hahn. But I also understand Dr. Stevens, better than anyone here I can bet." Hahn almost exploded at that.
"I thought you were different, Potter! But you're just as morally defective as anyone here! My patient lost a heart because of an illegal action of Stevens! She does not belong in the hospital, and I don't understand how they even managed to hold on to their license. This went unreported, there is no other way this could've been the outcome. And you, god I don't know what to say to you!" She was about to continue, but fell silent when she caught the glare.
"Do not dare to judge me Erica Hahn! You asked my opinion, in a roundabout manner. It is not my fault you do not like my opinion. I just said that I understand the both of you. Tell me, Dr. Hahn, have you ever had to watch helplessly as someone you loved more than life itself die in front of you? No? Then you do not know what the hell you are talking about. I understand your anger, but if you want to vent it; find the one responsible. Do not drag me into this mess!" Harry took a deep breath.
"You want to drag this all up? It happened more than two years ago. If this will get under review, what are the chances your patient will actually hear about it? Considering there is more gossip in this hospital than in a women's bathroom, the risks are pretty high. And what good will that mental punch to the face do to him? You claim all the time you have the best interest of your patients at heart. So, act like it! Firstly, how about talking to the chief to get the full story, instead of what you have heard from colleagues. Then, I suggest you really judge the situation with a calm mind, not fueled with emotion." Harry walked away, without waiting for an answer.
He was really starting to get a headache with all the drama that went on in this hospital. He wished he just could have one ruddy normal day of work. He almost missed the normal of the army. Sure, there were homemade bombs, riffle shots, and all that. But at least there was a routine, not this bloody soap opera he walked into.
He walked past a room where he saw Bailey and Derek looking at an elder couple. He stood still and saw the two kiss each other deeply. His heart ached for a moment.
This could have been you and Ginny, a treacherous voice sounded in the back of his mind. If only you did the groceries that day, Gin would never have been in that shop.
Harry forced those thoughts away with his Occlumency Shields. It did no good to think like that. She was gone, just like his children were gone. Dwelling in the past and over dreams that could not come true did no good. He had learned that lesson the hard way at age eleven in front of the Mirror of Erised.
Harry had a about half an hour free before his next surgery for updating his charts, and joy it was another appendectomy, when Mark walked to him with frustration written all over his face.
"Yang does not respond! AT ALL!" He growled out frustrated. Harry smirked and lifted his head to face the handsome plastics surgeons.
"I flirt, I make double entendres. My innuendos are not even innuendos any more, but are like open invitations for the two men beast." Mark continued not even noticing the broad smirk on Harry's face.
"I don't know what Derek was thinking! Single malt scotch! Absolutely not, no my friend, she is a cheap wine that'll give you headaches in the morning!" Mark finally looked at Harry, taken aback by the clear amusement written all over the Brits face.
"You about done, there?" He asked Mark. He nodded.
"Yeah, I'm okay." Mark responded.
"I'm here for little over a week, and right now I think I've stepped into the Twilight Zone. This is not how I envisioned working in a top-class teaching hospital. I've learned more about the love life of both doctors and staff, then I've learned of my mates serving overseas for four years." Harry smirked, and Mark chuckled.
"Well, we're all a bunch of small children with large pay checks and raging libidos." Mark explained. Harry full on laughed at that comment.
"That does explain everything around here." He shook his head in amusement. "My explanation for Yang? Nurses call you a man-whore, Mark. Have you ever tried to hit on her before? No, you did it as a favor for Derek. So, she either thinks you're just screwing with her, a likely possibility. Or she just doesn't notice, because of the tough case she has with Hunt." Harry took a quick glance at his watch.
"And on that note; I have another appendectomy. See you around, Mark." Harry walked up and away, ready to prep and scrub.
Owen felt ready to chop some heads, preferably from the residents. They squabble like a pack of dogs over the last bone, and he about had it. He paged Harry, he knew if he started in on the residents he would go too far. but he was about ready to combust. The solo chance had leaked out, Bailey had told them all, resulting in the mad house he had to manage today.
"Why did you not put a central line in?" He heard Yang ask Grey.
"I don't know how!" She exclaimed, Owen did take notice of that.
"What do you mean; you don't know how? I knew how to do that in my first week," Christina Yang said condescendingly.
"Yes, you know! But we don't because you don't teach us and steal our robots and our corpses!" Grey began to rant. Yang and Karev looked at one another.
"Dude, I think you broke her," Alex commented when Grey was finished.
When Alex noticed blood in the urine bag, and the two residents began to bicker to whom the procedure belonged, Hunt stepped in.
"That's it! Everyone, OUT!" He yelled. He tried to focus on his breathing but it wasn't working. A hand on his shoulder snapped him out of his anger.
"That's it Owen, just breath. Calm down, I know it's wrong. Just deal with the patient, he does not deserve anger. I'll sort out the hyenas." Owen was never happier with his friend than at this moment. He nodded and started to check the beating victim's vitals.
Harry had stepped out of the room as quickly as he stepped in. He saw Yang and Karev trying to sneak off the floor.
"Yang! Karev!" He called out. His face promised nothing good for the two. The residents walked back slowly, trying to delay the inevitable. When they stood in front of Potter, he gestured to a hallway on the side that was abandoned. When they were in the more private hallway he turned on them.
"Do not make those faces at me, you two! I can make your life exceedingly difficult." The residents nodded and their faces resorted themselves in a more neutral expression.
"Now, Dr. Hunt may have come down hard on you two. But he is right," Harry started to berate them. "Yes, there is a solo surgery opportunity coming up. And I understand that'll break out in some competition, making you eager to be the one to get picked. But that does not excuse you all turning in a flock of vultures! Eagerness is good, but not when it costs the patient its care and bedside manners.
"Not just your surgical expertise makes you a good doctor. It takes more than that! So get your heads out of your collective arses and start doing the jobs you were paid for. And let me tell you; that does not include acting like a pack of starving wolves. You want to know what it does include? Teaching your bloody interns. Your intern does not know how to do a central line in her second year. You said you could do it in your first week, Yang! Who taught you that? Did fairies flew into your ears to whisper you instructions? Or did your ASSIGNED RESIDENT teach you how!
"This is a teaching hospital, not the center of London City on a Black Friday. You stick together, and you teach! Do you think I like to spend my time during a surgery explaining to one of you how to pack the four quarters of a stomach? Yet I do it, because in a few years you are standing in an OR without me next to you holding your hand. And in a year, those interns sit their exams. And if all of your interns fail, that will not only destroy their careers but reflects back on you and this hospital. The board will look into it, and it will not be on my head I can assure you that. It'll be your head on the block.
"If you continue like this, I will make damn sure that you do not get the solo surgery. Learn to shoulder some bloody responsibility, both of you! I can promise you that. So make sure an OR is booked for the guy, because from the stats in there I can tell he is going to need one." Harry turned and walked away, but not before one last parting shot.
"Hunt is a hard taskmaster, but he is one of the best trauma surgeons I've ever encountered. Screw with his cases one more time, and I'll make sure you do not see the inside of the OR for a month. Time to grow up, we're not in kindergarten anymore."
Yang and Karev stood in silence as he walked away. They were stumped. They had seen the harsh but nice surgeon the last week. This man, he was a warrior and if you got caught in his path, you'd be obliterated.
"I feel smaller," Yang commented.
"And very insignificant," Karev added. Yang looked at him. "What?" he snapped.
"Nothing! I just didn't know you knew that word." Yang quickly walked away before Alex could give any retribution for the last comment.
Harry had finished his surgeries for the day. He was walking around on the OR floor, when he saw a pissed off Yang walk out of the OR. He quickly walked in and pressed the intercom button.
"Owen, do I see you with your hands in an abdomen without an resident on the other side of the table?" He asked.
Owen looked up quickly to see the astonished face of Harry staring at him through the window. The eyes told him exactly what Harry thought at the moment.
"Do you have time?" He asked.
"I'll scrub." Harry responded.
Five minutes later found him on the other side of the patient with his hands in its abdomen as well.
"You really send out your resident with this mess?" He commented. Callie snorted. Harry looked up.
"I don't think we've worked together yet. Harry Potter," he introduced himself.
"Callie Torres, ortho surgical." She replied.
"Owen, answer the question." Harry returned to the topic.
"She was not with her head in the game, alright! Sloan came in, making passes at her and I don't need that in my OR." Harry looked at Owen, taking in what he saw.
"You kick out your resident, because another doctor walks in and talks to her." He summarized. "Does that not sound hypocritical to you? I mean, Mark basically admitted the other night he was Seattle Grace's resident man-whore. It's not Yang's fault he has her in his visor."
Owen looked up.
"Everyone here seems to incapable of separating their private from their professional life!" He called out. Callie and Mark looked up at Hunt. Harry continued to work, thinking how to approach the subject.
"Owen, these people did not have the same life we did. We did a tour, and had leaves where we could meet people. The people here? They make such long hours within the walls of this hospital that their professional lives become their private lives. It's inescapable." Harry tried to make it sound lighthearted, but he could clearly see the flinch in Owen's shoulders. His suspicions rose, what the hell was eating at Owen?
"Yeah, well. I'm not sure I want to work in such an environment." Hunt snapped.
"Oh no you don't. You don't get to snap at me. I've been playing baby-sitter and therapist for too many people today already. You do not get a pass at me as well, Owen. You suck up whatever is eating at you, and you stop acting out at it to other persons." He snapped back, getting pissed. This day already had been way too long for his liking.
"When was the last time you had a decent night of sleep?" He asked sharply at Owen.
"You checking up on me, Potter?"
"Well, I did move to Seattle so we could stick together …" Potter replied dryly. "There, I found the abrasion. Dammit, it's a sucker." He complained.
"Violence, I'll never understand it." Callie bravely tried to change the subject.
"Well, just a beating I agree with you. But violence unfortunately is necessary sometimes. Spend enough time around it and you want to stop those who act violent by killing them." Harry replied. "The underground bombings in London? Yeah, I was ready to start tearing people apart after that."
Callie cocked her head, looking at him.
"And I suppose your time in the army did nothing to change that point of view?" Callie asked him.
Harry shook his head. "Down there I was part of a platoon. We saw what the so-called warriors for the people did. They were not people of Allah, they were murderers and thieves, stealing both persons and food for their fight. So yes, I had no problem seeing a rapist and murderer get shot."
Callie looked taken aback. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
"No, I understand. The reasons for going there may have been political, from both your government and mine. But the civilians were victims of cruelty, once there you cannot ignore that." Harry replied. He saw Owen's hands got a light tremor and decided they stayed on this topic long enough.
"On another note, Dr. Torres, could you tell me your take on the second year residents?" Harry looked up at her.
"What do you think yourself?" She replied. Harry chuckled.
"I think that they have excellent surgical skills, their social skills are severely lacking. And they are terrible teachers. Yang has not even taught one of her interns how to do a central line. I yelled at them, so let's hope we see some progress in that in the coming week." Harry was serious about it. He was forced to teach, then those residents would go through the same torture.
"Yes, Yang and Karev are the prime example of that. But I know that O'Malley, Stevens and especially Grey do teach them. But, O'Malley took his intern exam later than the rest so I guess he's not really eligible. And Stevens has that probation on her records –" Callie listed them off.
"Yes, Hahn was huffing and puffing through the hallways. I would not want to be in the chief's shoes at this moment. Scissors, please," Harry grabbed the scissors from the scrub nurse.
"Well, there's nothing to it anymore. It's over and done." Callie sounded belligerent. Harry looked up.
"I can't pass judgment on what happened back then. But I can say this; if this happened with another organ that any of you needed at another hospital, holding down a patient of yours, how would you respond? It's not that crazy that Hahn wants to see someone bleed for this."
Callie looked at him, and she had to concede the point. If bone marrow was stolen in such a way, and the doctor still worked for the hospital, she'd want blood as well. But still …
"Izzie Stevens has done her due, and it's in the past. She's on her way to become a good surgeon, and dragging this up will cost the hospital its transplant license." Harry looked at her directly.
"It's not me you have to convince, Dr. Torres."
Harry was on his way to change and go home, when he saw Yang come out of an on-call room.
"Single malt scotch," came from the room. He knew that voice.
"Owen?" He asked.
"That woman my friend, is a single malt scotch." Owen said to him.
"Well, Mark called her a cheap white wine, I believe. But sure, scotch." Harry sat down on the arm of the chair.
"What's going on with you, Owen? This, how you have acted the last couple of days, this isn't you." Harry tried to break through to his friend. It seemed like Teddy had made the right call, after all.
"They don't know." He blurted out. Harry seemed confused, until it dawned on him.
"You haven't called or visited them? Owen, it's your mum! And your fiancé! Why didn't you!" He cried out dismayed.
"Because the man they saw off is gone, he is dead. That man died on your operating table." He yelled out.
Harry stood up. "So we're back to this? Again!" He shook his head. "Owen, I told you. Teddy told you! The rest of your guys were gone, only one other was alive and he was dead anyway. Whatever we could have done, would still not be enough." Harry yelled back.
Neither man noticed as Derek and Mark stood on the other side of the door.
"You could have tried!" Owen cried out.
"NO, you don't get to do this. I get this is insurmountable hard for you. I do." Harry spoke sternly. "But you do not get to judge my decision for putting you on the table instead of Jogur. His kidneys were destroyed, not to mention half of his bowels hanging out. The post-op infections would surely have killed him. And that is if he had made it through a sixteen hour surgery." Harry stood in front of him.
"You were the one who I knew I could save. And I did not make that decision because you are my friend. I think you know that if I couldn't save you, but could save Jogur, I would have chosen him. But it was not that situation. Jogur was a dead man walking, you I could save. Do not put your cowardice on me!"
"Cowardice!" Hunt yelled out.
"Yes, cowardice. Did this change you? Most definitely. But at least have the balls to look them in the eye and say it. Especially Beth. I get you can't be the man she fell in love with. But the man who woke up from my table, had the guts to say that to the girl in the face. Because if that man they loved is dead, the least you can give them is closure." Harry walked out in a storm.
He did not notice Derek and Mark standing a few feet back, with their mouths hanging open in shock. Mark finally opened his mouth.
"Well, this was unexpected." He commented. Derek nodded.
"Most definitely."