"MOoooooOOOOOm! Tell him I need the computer!" Georgie was nervous enough without having to fight his older brother for online time. "I need to make sure I've matched."

Even though he was the youngest son at 26 years old, his parents still kept the computer in their den to monitor what their boys were doing online. Georgie was pretty responsible; after all, most of his computer time was spent researching things for medical school. But Jerry and Ronnie? Heaven knew what they would be looking up.

"Give it a rest, Georgie, I'm trying to get this chick to meet me!" Jerry kept typing the Private Message on MySpace, and Georgie leaned in.

"Ok, do you realize that this is a child? A 16 year old?" Georgie was disgusted. "You are a perv, you know that, right?"

"WHAT?? That picture doesn't look. . .oh god. No Jailbait for me!" Jerry quickly logged off of the site, and turned over the keyboard to his brother. "Don't you dare tell Mom and dad about this. Or I'll tell them you. . .I'll make something up."

"Whatever, Jerry. Just go take a shower. You stink." Georgie couldn't understand how his brother spent all day in a garage. For fun. From what he knew, both of his brothers would go to junkyards, pickingg parts of cars apart, and then take them to this garage where you could rent space and tools. Strange.

Now that he was at the computer, he didn't want to look. He didn't want to navigate to the Match site, where he'd find out whether he'd been ranked by any of the hospitals he'd applied. Better off not knowing. He knew his MCAT scores; he knew that Seattle University wasn't the best medical program in the. . .well, city. He didn't have the best c. v., heck, he wasn't even sure what c. v. stood for. But he had to check, because if he had to scramble, he needed every ounce of energy and every second of time to do so. Georgie wasn't the best at thinking on his feet.

Dear Mr. O'Malley,

We regret to inform you that at this time, you have not made a match for residency through the National Match Database. Please review the medical facilities which currently have openings, and feel free to contact any of your ranked hospitals as they may yet consider you for their programs.

Dammit.

"Dammit! Mom, I need the phone!" Although Georgie wasn't great at first impressions, either on paper or in person, he knew this: he grew on people. Even those who seemed indifferent to him, like his medical school advisor, respected him and his abilities after working with him. He was consistent. He had the advantage of being steadfast. Now that steadfastness needed to work for him, and it needed to work for him fast.

But fast didn't always work for Georgie.

A/N: I am sure that Seattle University is a fine school, but it doesn't have the best medical program in the city. It has no medical program. It's JD—law degree—is probably just fine. Also, I was hesitant to upload this, because there isn't much to it, but I'm about to upload a longer & telling chapter to WDYH. So I hope you can forgive the short chap here.