Title: Tangled Web
Author: Farrah
Disclaimer: If I owned the wonderful show Grey's Anatomy, would I be here? I think not
Summary: Meredith didn't deserve the cards she was being dealt, so she took matters into her own hands. She left, but the death of a loved one brought her back. But when she returns, she's not alone. Post 'Into You Like A Train' episode. Set six years in the future.
A/N: This is for all you guys that wanted some Derek thrown in, this is his POV. I was going to have it from someone else's POV but you guys wanted Derek. So here. I'm sure it's not quite what you meant, but it's the best I could do for now. They'll see each other soon though, I promise. ENJOY!!!!!
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Chapter 5:
- Seattle Grace Hospital, WSH, third week in March, 2012 -
- Derek's POV-
I walked into SGH, briefcase in hand, like every other morning for the past, I don't know, seven years. I made my way to the stairwell and headed to the Attending's locker room. Why am I changing into my scrubs? I have no idea. I have the day off today, but for some reason I'm here.
I stand on the floor above the surgical wing, leaning on the railing. Everyone is reading something as usual, but today it just seems... different. The faces of the readers aren't what they normally are when reading a patients chart. They seem genuinely interested, as if they were home reading their favorite novel, not the interested you see on surgeons faces when they realize the surgery they're about to perform. I catch a glimpse at the literature and realize that it is a magazine of some sort and not patients charts after all. Still, I brush it off, filing it away under the category of 'weird happenings at Seattle Grace'.
As I make my way over to the OR board, I realize just how many people are reading this magazine. I stand in front of the OR board, not really looking at its content but instead, contemplating just what is so darn interesting in the magazine that everyone is reading. Just as I was about to ask a passing scrub nurse, Preston approaches the board and then frowns at my facial expression. The confusion must have been set across my face because he turned and eyed me from head to toe.
"Derek" he nods curtly
"Preston" I do the same, acknowledging his presence
"What's the mater with you?" he asks in a perplexed manner
"I'm just trying to figure out what's going on with everyone in this hospital"
"What do you mean?"he asks, this time with more curiosity and perplexity in his voice
"Look around. Everyone on this floor seems to be reading magazines instead of patients charts and I'm pretty sure it's like this across the entire hospital too."
The only response I receive from him is an incredulous look, like I've sprouted two other heads or something. Finally after studying me for what felt like forever he asks:
"You really don't know, do you?"
At this, I round my shoulders and open my palms in a questioning manner and widen my eyes as if to coax him along even more. "Know what?"
Preston sighed and shook his head at me. I furrowed my brow at his actions. Then he pulled a rolled up magazine out of the pant leg of his blue scrubs, looked around as if to make sure no one was watching us and then passed it to me.
"What is with you?" I ask laughing lightly. I have never seen Preston this way. It's quite funny actually to watch THE Dr. Preston Burke act so childish.
Before he could answer my questions he received a page and ran down the hall, just as he rounded the corner, he turned back and handed me the magazine.
"I'm going to need that back when your done, Christina hasn't seen it yet." I nod in agreement and with that he was off again.
I turned my gaze back to the rolled up magazine in my hand and then unraveled it quickly, anxious to see what was so interesting for practically everyone on the surgical floor to be reading it.
When I opened it, I realized that it was only the latest issue of the Medical Journal. But I am beyond stunned when I see who is on the cover, I'm flabbergasted actually. On the cover of the newest issue of the Medical Journal is none other than, Meredith Grey, my Meredith. Her beautiful face is shining off of the cover brightly, her smile so intoxicating that it causes a wide grin to spread across my face.
I begin to get strange looks from the nurses, so I decide to go to my office so I can fully examine the contents of the Journal. When I reach my office, I plop down in my swivel chair, grinning like an absolute idiot while just staring at Meredith's face. Then it hits me, she still has the same affect on me after six years. Six years, wow.
It's been six years since I've last seen or heard from her. When she left, I badgered the interns nonstop about her whereabouts for about two weeks before Dr. Yang finally snapped at me. She lost it. She told me that I needed to stop asking about Meredith because it was my fault, I was the reason that she wasn't at work, I was the reason Mer had transferred out of the program. The only thoughts that ran through my head after that was, 'transferred? My God, what have I done? What did I do? Why did I have to be so stupid?'. When I was told she transferred, I realized what a colossal mistake I had made. Then, did I realize how truly in-love I was with her.
Even after the verbal beating I received from Yang, I asked the others where she had transferred to for about two months. They were all tight lipped about everything, but one day O'Malley finally snapped. Just like Yang, he lost it. I never thought he would be the one to get so angry as to pin me to a wall and then verbally assault me, I figured Karev or Yang, maybe even Stevens, but never O'Malley. He made it very clear that I had no right to know where Meredith was, because I was the only reason she was gone. I just stopped questioning after that, though I never stopped wondering. To this day I still don't know where she is or how she's doing.
Finally, I stopped my musings, opening the Journal to the right page, I carefully read the two and a half page article about Mer.
It started off by saying that she was in New York, working at Western Memorial Hospital and the end of her surgical residency was coming up. It said that on the 'list of top neurosurgeons in the U.S.', Mer was ranked number four (# 4) in new York, tied for number six (# 6) on the east coast, and number thirteen (# 13) in the entire United States; which is an incredible feat for a surgical resident. It also went on to say that in her time at Western Memorial, she was under the tutelage of Dr. Eric Brodey, who currently holds the number one (# 1) position in the United States.
The article continues with an excerpt from an interview with Dr. Brodey, whom praises her endlessly, also stating that if Meredith were an attending, she would definitely be one of the top eight (8) in the U.S.. It goes on to say that she is also working with researchers and lab technicians alike, to try to detect the Alzheimer Disease (AD) earlier and find more effective treatments for it. She is also working with a team of physicians trying to find a surgical way of improving AD; by way of creating or connecting more neurological pathways from the frontal and temporal lobes to the lymbic systems.
The article continues with excerpts from interviews with her colleagues, all of whom rave about her making such great strides. If the previous weren't enough, she very recently made an amazing medical breakthrough pertaining to tumors pressing against the cerebral cortex. She was also nominated for the prestigious, Golden Hands award from the New York State Board of Medical Standards, an award which is annually given to the doctor which has the lowest patient mortality rate in the area.
It said that she was truly a surgeon to be reckoned with, and I agree with them completely. Meredith, my Meredith has become one of the best. I know I have no claim to her, that she is no longer MY Meredith, but still, she will always be My Meredith. Still, how did I not know where she was working or how she was steadily rising in the field of neurology? She's in neuro, somehow a part of me always new she would go into neuro, that she would sort of follow in my footsteps. Follow in my footsteps? How freaking arrogant can I be? She probably wanted nothing to do with anything slightly reminding her of me, hell that is why she left in the first place. Still I hope that I am the reason she went into neuro, well not so much ME, per se, but more so that I influenced her decision in some way. It would be nice to know that I actually had a hand in something good in her life, rather than just being THE idiot who brought her nothing but grief and turmoil.
This was the first time I've written a POV, was it believable? Did it sound like Derek? Gosh I hope so, out of all the chapters I've written so far, this has taken the longest. This takes place two months after the last chapter (for those who didn't notice the time line above). So once again I ask you to REVIEW. 1 hour till Greys Anatomy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! whoooooooooo!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!