Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. Still don't own 'em.

A/N: I feel like this chapter was a little scatter-brained. You tell me.

Chapter 3: Confessions, Look-Alikes, and Poison Ivy

"And these are the on-call rooms," said Meredith, pointing to a set of rooms with bunk-beds in them. "But we never get these. The attendings do. The residents have dibs on the stretchers in the hallway."

"Where do you guys sleep?" asked Brianna.

Meredith laughed. "We have a hang-out spot in an old wing. But we never get to sleep. They make us run around too much. Besides, if you sleep, you can't hear your beeper. If you can't hear that, you're dead."

"Can I see your hang-out spot?"

"Sure. It's this–oh! I'm so sorry!" She'd bumped into someone. Judging by the color of his scrubs, he was an attending. A cute attending, Brianna thought, as she helped them pick up their stuff.

"Sorry Me–Dr. Grey," the attending covered smoothly. He'd caught sight of Brianna. "And who might this be?"

"Dr. Shepherd, this is Brianna Davis, my Summer Sibling. Brianna, this is Dr. Derek Shepherd. He's a neurosurgeon, and an attending. And my boss." Brianna noticed how her face lit up when she saw him. But there was something else in her face. Sadness? Stop overanalyzing, Brianna scolded herself.

"Nice to meet you, Brianna," he said, shaking her hand.

Brianna forced herself to look him in the eye. "You too, Dr. Shepherd."

"You have a very striking look," he commented, staring at her. Brianna suddenly felt very light-headed. "That hair. You look just like someone I know, don't you agree Dr. Grey?"

Meredith looked at her. Her eyes widened. "Yes, she does," she said in wonder.

"Who do I..."

"Derek! Oh, hi Dr. Grey," a red-headed woman came rushing up, folder in hand.

"Brianna, this is Dr. Addison Montgomery-Shepherd." She paused and swallowed. "Dr. Shepherd's wife. She's a neonatal surgeon. The best."

Brianna stared. This woman could be her in like, 15 years. Their hair and eyes were freakishly alike.

"Nice to meet you," she said, shaking her hand, dazed.

"Call me Addison," the woman said with a smile. "It's much easier than my other name."

"And call me Derek," Dr. Shepherd said. "She's a spitting image of you, Addi."

"She is, isn't she?" Addison said. "What did you say her name was?"

"I didn't, I'm sorry," said Meredith. "Brianna Davis. She's my Summer Sibling."

"What grade are you in?" asked Addison.

"I'm going to be a freshman next year," she smiled.

"Wow, and you're here?" asked Addison. "That's pretty cool." She turned to Derek. "Dr. Bailey's looking for you."

"Right," Derek said. "Well, nice meeting you, Brianna. Addison? And I'm very sorry Dr. Grey." He left.

"Dr. Grey, I'd like to talk to you later when you have time. I think I have a case that you can scrub in on. I'll page you." She left.

"Come on, it's this way..." said Meredith, leading Brianna to a set of doors. "So, I see you've met Dr. McDreamy."

"Who?" asked Brianna, blushing.

"Derek. We call him McDreamy around here," explained Meredith, as she opened up another set of doors.

"He's married," Brianna said.

"Yes," answered Meredith shortly.

"So why were you two looking at each other like that?" she asked as innocently as she could.

"Here we are," Meredith said, opening a door, revealing a long cluttered hallway with some wheelchairs, stretchers, old metal shelves, and a window seat. "The snack machine's over there. Sometimes it's better than the cafeteria. Fast. And Derek and I are none of your business," she said.

"So you call him Derek," Brianna said.

Meredith sighed loudly. "If I tell you, will you shut up?"

"Yes."

"We were together for a while, yes. He's married, yes. Am I over him yet? No."

"Well that's good. He's not over you either. How long's he been married?"

"11 years." Meredith suddenly felt very light. And stupid. Why was she telling her this?

Brianna's eyes widened in realization. "Oh. I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It's not exactly a secret. Everyone here knows. But I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. That I told you, I mean."

"I won't."

"Good."

"Can I ask you one more thing?"

"I guess."

"Was it her fault? That he left?"

What was this girl, a freaking psychic? "Yes. Kind of. He was distant. She was looking for comfort." Meredith didn't need to say any more. Brianna got it.

Meredith looked at her watch. "8:55. We should get you back to the Nazi."

"You call her that too?"

"Everyone does," replied Meredith as they started walking back. Scott, Izzie, and George were sitting in the hallway already, next to a Coke machine. They appeared to be pointing at something and laughing.

"What's up?" asked Meredith as she came up next to them.

Izzie and Scott were laughing so hard they couldn't breathe, let alone speak.

"Ivy," George managed to gasp out.

Meredith and Brianna looked at the end of the hallway.

"Oh my..." Meredith giggled. Brianna started laughing hysterically.

"Yes, she said Grey, as in Dr. Ellis Grey," Christina explained in a bored voice.

"And yes, she talks to her mother, and she takes after her a little bit too," said Alex.

Ivy looked like she was about to pop.

Alex looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "Too bad you didn't get put with her. The Nazi put you with us, and we're really sorry about that. See, the Nazi hates both of our guts. Sorry you got on her bad side."

"With her, first impressions last forever," Christina chimed in.

Ivy looked positively deflated, and she remained that way for the rest of the tour. That didn't stop her conniving little eyes from taking in every possible detail, though. They were almost done when they ran into a familiar face.

"Good morning, Dr. Yang. Dr. Karev."

"Good morning, Dr. Shepherd," they chorused.

Christina and Alex could see that Ivy had noticed that he was an attending. They looked at each other and made small nods.

"This is our Summer Sibling, Ivy Pat," Christina said with a smirk. "Dr. Bailey assigned her to Alex and I."

"Ivy, this is Dr. Derek Shepherd, an extremely (he drew out the word) well-renowned neurosurgeon, and an attending."

"Nice to meet you, Ivy," said Dr. Shepherd. He stuck out his hand.

Ivy stared at it for a minute, then stuck out her hand.

"NicetomeetyoutooDr.DerekShepherdIjustwantedtotell youwhat
apleasurethisisformetofinallymeetyouImeannotyoubut someonelike
youI'msorrydidthatsoundweirdImeantthatI'mhappytose eyoumeetyouImean." she rambled. Alex and Christina could barely contain their laughter.

Derek looked slightly confused. "Yes," he said, carefully prying her fingers off his hand. "I think I've already met one of your friends, Brianna Davis? Nice girl. Looks like someone I know."

Ivy just stared.

"Right," Derek said. "Um, I'll probably be seeing you around then. Nice to meet you." He walked away quickly.

Christina was trying so hard not to laugh, her face was red. Alex was standing with his head against the wall, cracking up.

"Way to go!" he laughed. "For an overachiever, you sure are dumb!"

"Could this day get any worse?" muttered Ivy.

"Dude, could that have been any more humiliating, dude?" Scott asked, still watching the exchange.
"You'd think for a stuck-up snob they'd teach her some conversational skills," commented Izzie.

"Sh! They're coming! Pretend we didn't see anything!" hissed George. "And," he said in a loud voice as they walked up, "that is why I'll never look up at the sky with my mouth open again."

"Hi, Christina, Alex, Ivy. Did you have a good time?"

"We did." Christina nodded.

"The greatest." grinned Alex.

"Yeah, whatever. When do we start real work around here?" snapped Ivy, attitude back on.

Brianna couldn't resist. The opportunity was too good. "I don't know, but I think you need people skills for that."

That did it. Everyone was laughing again. Until...

"Oh good, you're back," said Bailey, in a tone that said that she was NOT glad to have them back and would much rather have them jump off a cliff somewhere. "We will now begin the second part of the first day," Bailey said, sounding like she'd memorized the words from a script. "I will assign you to small but helpful tasks around the hospital that I think you are capable of doing. Yes, Yang, this means that you can go on and do your surgeries."

The interns suddenly looked significantly happier.

"Today is the third Monday of the month, which means that it's pizza day. Scott, go take everyone's orders and money. Don't let them tell you they'll pay you later, because most of them won't. The few that will will likely be in surgery when the pizzas get here. Scott." She threw a notebook at him. "Go." He ran off.

"Ivy." Bailey got a little smirk on her face. "After a conversation with Dr. Shepherd, I think it wise that you should be in the copy room today. Copy. Fax. Print. Be fast. Go."

"But don't I..."

Bailey got a look of mock shock on her face. "Did anyone ask you? Welcome to the hospital. You gotta go things you don't want to do sometimes." Ivy turned and left.

Bailey looked at Brianna. "Dr. Shepherd, Montgomery-Shepherd, and Burke are booked for surgery today, so you get to be their personal slave. Do what they ask, got it?"

Brianna nodded.

"Grey, go introduce her to Dr. Burke. Yang, weekend labs. Everyone else, pit. We're booked today, so you handle everything else. Go."

"Dr. Bailey, Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd was going to page me about something?" Meredith asked/said.

"Oh, right. Just do whatever she tells you," said Bailey.

"Dr. Burke, this is my Summer Sibling, Brianna Davis. Brianna, this is Dr. Burke."

"Oh, my personal slave today," Dr. Burke said, shaking her hand. "You know, you look just like another surgeon here..."

"I've heard," replied Brianna. "I've met her too. We do look alike."

"Understatement of the year," laughed Meredith.

"How would you feel about getting your first job?" asked Burke.

"Good."

"Good. Get me some coffee. 1 packet of Equal, and just enough skim-milk to change its color."

Ah. So this guy was a health nut. "Yes, Dr. Burke."

Meredith could see that everything was okay. With a quick goodbye, she turned to go.

"Could you show me where the coffee is?"

Right. "Sure," she said.

The minute they were outside, Brianna turned to her. "He's really full of himself. Or he used to be. I think he's getting better now. Am I right?"

"Yes. How did you know that?"

"I'm just a good people observer."

Meredith brought her over to the coffee. Here it is. She pointed to one pot. "That's decaf. Never use decaf unless you're playing an April Fools' joke. Never play an April Fools' Joke unless it's your last day, because it will be your last day."

"Okay."

Meredith paused. She didn't know why she was helping this girl. "Dr. Shepherd likes his coffee with a shot of espresso. Dr. Bailey likes Mocha Lattes. Or black. You have to ask her. Dr. Webber likes his traditional. One creamer, one sugar."

"What about Addison?"

Meredith decided to try something. "How do you take your coffee?"

"Starbucks. Doesn't matter what, as long as it's from there."

"That's what Addison does."

"That's kind of weird."

"You think it's weird?"