AN: I don't own Grey's Anatomy. Mm-k? But this is my plot! MM-K? NOW LAY OFF, STUPID PEPOPLE. ;) Lol. Sorry that it's all bad and stuff, I was rushing a bit. I'm sorry. :) But I hope you enjoy...a tiny bit? I sure loved writing this. FanFiction's really fun, I don't know why I didn't consider writing it before. ;)

Emily

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"I was a little boy, um, six, I think. Or ten? It doesn't matter now. My mom had me with him, and that's that. They were married--happily, I remember--until he caught him making out with a woman in our front-hall closet when he was babysitting me. I began to scream myself silly and called Mom. She came, blah blah, divorce. But he did that to me...and it scarred me."

"I can imagine," responded Burke solemnly. As the people came and went, they didn't give Burke and Derek a second glance. It wasn't unnatural to have Seattle Grey's doctors in an elevator. It might seem a bit odd at first, seeing them holding hands, but you paid no more mind. Except for maybe the passing nurse, who would give them a mascara-filled stare and then rush off to tell the other nurses.

"I can't do surgery on that man," concluded Derek. "He hurt my family forever; he's probably the reason my mom commit suicide."

"Your moms commit suicide?"

"Oh god. I didn't say that. Don't tell anybody; the parents I have now are foster. But I have them since I was 15, so it's just natural now."

"I see."

There was an understanding pause. Suddenly, Burke shot up and dusted off his pants and doctor's uniform.

"You're permitted some time to think--think. You're obliged to come. You have to." With that, Burke prodded the button. The elevator doors chimed bells, announcing their opening, and allowed Burke through. Derek didn't respond, only looked faraway and distant. Burke dissapeared into the realm of doctors and immediately began to test and research Doctor Duek.

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Izzie walked out of the room, panting with exhaustion.

"That was...difficult." Tears coughed up in her eyes. They slowly began to spill down her rosy cheeks; she wasn't stupid, she knew she hadn't passed. She went and hid her face out of shame from behind a closet's door. She cowered in the shadowed, dusty corner, sobbing her eyes out. Somebody passing heard the sobs and paused. They didn't know whose sobs they were, or why they were coming. Christina Yang wasn't one to comfort and didn't know if she could handle the task of comforting the person sobbing. Deciding what she thought was the right decision, she turned away and bumped into shining-faced Meredith. Meredith was in a heavy fog of ego and pride. She'd passed, she knew it. Christina knew it but didn't feel any certain expressions. She knew she'd get it, it wasn't much of a surprise.

"Meredith, help the crying girl in the closet over there," demanded Christina before turning down the hallway and studying the board. She saw Burke's name under a heart surgery and wondered if she could prod scrubbing in from Bailey.

"Izzie?" Meredith's voice was calm and serene. It was almost welcoming, so Izzie didn't resist Meredith's entering. "What's wrong, hon?" Meredith crawled to Izzie and smiled, showing her odd, twisted smile.

"I didn't pass," explained Izzie through gasped sobs.

"Oh you don't know that," said Meredith, trying to scrummage up some caring words from the back of her brain.

"How much do you want to bet?" gasped Izzie, sucking in the air around her.

"It's fine. You get to be an intern. It's so much easier," comforted Meredith, snuggling unnaturally close to Izzie. Meredith squeezed all of her troubles out on Izzie, like Izzie was some sort of stress-ball. But Izzie didn't seem to mind, she just slunk back against the wall, her sobs residing.

"I guess."

There was a comforting silence between the two as they relaxed and shared all their worries and sob-stories on being interns...through words unspoken. But they both knew. Maybe this was a blossoming friendship.