It has been a long time since my last update. I'm sorry for that but I have been insanely busy. Currently, my classes and pledging A∆E own my life. That is why I am taking a slight hiatus. I hope to put up a chapter while I'm on fall break and after I finish pledging (which should be by the end of the month) I should return to a more normal schedule. The good news is that I have the next 15 chapters or so planned, so its simply a matter of writing it. This chapter picks up where the last one left off. It also covers the first part of the new intern's first day.

Thank you and as always thanks for reading~ Jen

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or quotes from Grey's Anatomy or the lyrics to this chapter's song.

Chapter 6- Last Name

It started off "Hey cutie, where ya from?"
And then it turned in,
"Oh no, what have I done?"
And I don't even know his last name

Melanie wouldn't say her head was pounding, but that stranger at the bar last night had been right. She felt miserable. The alarm clock next to her head going off was making matters worse. With a quiet groan she began to tear herself out of bed. That was when it hit her. Like the first minute of any given episode of a television show, last night was recapped in bits and pieces. Looking to her left, she saw him. She cringed when she remembered that she called this impeccably attractive man Danny Boy the night before. She must have gotten carried away last night to say the least. She jumped in the shower quickly trying not to walk him up. Maybe she could sneak out before he woke up. Yes, that was an excellent plan. He had clearly seen her at her most humiliating. There was no reason she could think of for him to see her again. In the shower with steam swirling around her she thought about how she would explain him to Erin. Perhaps it just wasn't necessary. Patting herself dry and wrapping a towel around herself, she walked back into her bedroom.

He was awake, "Good morning, you could have woken me up to join you in the shower."

She had forgotten about the drawl. "About last night… I don't normally do that type of thing." He continued to stare at her, making her painfully aware that the only thing between her skin and his eyes was a ratty old towel. "We don't have to see each other again."

His mouth dropped open for a second, so short that she missed it. "I believe we will Mel." He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist the apple now that he had taken a bite.

"No we won't," she replied snidely. "I'm a medical intern and today is my first day. So if you don't mind I need to go. You can either leave now before my roommate is up and leaving, or you can wait until we're both gone. So it was a pleasure, but all good things must come to an end."

"No more Danny boy?" he asked. Melanie huffed a little. This man was positively infuriating but at the same time exhilarating.

She smiled at him with a hint of sarcasm. "Never, ever again. Now so long, Daniel."

Dan could see that he was fighting a losing battle. "I'll leave now so you can get dressed, but we will be meeting again." At that he walked out the door; he had to be at the hospital in two hours anyways. As he opened the door at the bottom of the stairs to leave, a pair of eyes silently peered into his back. However, he didn't see her and Erin didn't say a word. As the door shut quietly behind him Erin walked upstairs and knocked on Melanie's door.

"Come in," said Mel's voice from the other side of the door.

"I was just checking if you were up and ready yet." Erin said nonchalantly as she walked into the room. "You must have had a late night."

Mel finished pulling on a sweater. "I got in before you last night."

"Oh, so you and that guy didn't sleep together?" Erin was an expert at subtly condemning.

Mel knew she had to bite the bullet. "I know I said I'd stop doing that kind of thing, but it happens." Erin just smirked smugly. "Ok, fine. After I saw Clark, I had a few. Dan, that guy, was just really nice and," Mel paused. "Did you see him? He's a genuine hottie, plus he has an adorable southern accent. It wasn't my proudest moment but I could have done worse."

"That is very true," Erin replied. "Remember that one guy you picked up on Chippewa? He had serial killer written all over him."

Mel just laughed, "We're both still alive, and he wasn't on the news for another two months. So moving on from my past exploits, did you talk to Hannah more last night?"

"Yeah, we're thinking of going out for drinks after our shift and then bringing her boxes up."

"Sounds good. When does our shift end again?"

"Tomorrow at 7. That'll be fun." Erin grinned.

"The long days will be worth it when we're done. Anyway we signed up for it." Melanie glanced at the clock. They had twenty minutes to be there. "We should probably get going."

Erin agreed and they made their way down to the truck. The ride to the hospital was quiet, but appropriate. Though Mel knew the hospital like the back of her hand, the expectation was that the new interns wouldn't. There were hand drawn signs pointing the new crew to the locker room that would be theirs until they became residents in a year. The room smelled stale and reminded Erin of the locker room in her high school. The one that hadn't been renovated since the 80's that had lockers that wouldn't lock. She opened the locker with her name on the door. Inside the door was a heart in sharpie, Stevens + Karev. "Mel, look at this," Erin said across a bench dividing the twin rows.

Melanie looked at what Erin was pointing out. "That would be Dad and Izzie. This must have been her locker, it's her writing." This was just the first sign of many that told Mel that it would be impossible to pretend, for very long anyway, that she was just another intern without any connections. The only thing that would have helped was she was a Cassidy, not a Karev. She pulled on the sweater she had put on not that long ago and pulled a scrub top over the tight tee shirt she was left with. Hannah walked into the room with a cup of coffee, already decked out in light blue.

"Hey guys," she beamed. Hannah was a morning person. "I hope we're in the same group."

"That would be great," Mel started. "But as long as I'm not stuck with Clark all day, every day, however they want to do it is fine by me."

Another person walked into the door, though it was obvious he wasn't an intern, or a resident. "Gather around everyone," Derek Shepherd said. "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Dr. Shepherd, Chief of Surgery. I'm not to be confused with Dr. Grey-Shepherd, who is head of neuro. It helps that I'm usually just called the Chief." The interns stood with awe. He was one of the developers of the Shepherd-Grey method. Of course the other Dr. Shepherd was the Grey portion of the name.

He continued, "I have your resident assignments, so listen up. Drs. Cassidy, Klein, Lee and Meyers, you will be with Dr. Reilly. So you can go out and meet him in front of the nurses' station." As the first four interns left the room, Melanie was the only one who was unhappy with this result. Erin and Hannah were happy to be in the same group and Clark was happy to make it harder for Mel to avoid him. Melanie was just pissed. The only good part was that rumor had it Reilly was the new Bailey. He had been recognized as the best intern in his class and expected no less from his own interns. This would be the second group to enter his mentorship. The last group had all quit, unable to handle the pressures of his brand of teaching.

But as the approached the deceptively cuddly man, Mel was the only one privy to this information. As Clark reached out a hand, she kept her mouth shut and watched what she knew would happen. "I'm Clark Lee. I graduated third in my class from Cornell." His hand hung there as Reilly stared at it.

"I have five rules," he started ignoring the greeting. "Rule number one, don't bother sucking up. I already hate you, that's not going to change. I know what you all were and that's why I picked you for my crew. You may have skated through med school and college with a 4.0 but here that means nothing. You can know every theory, but if you can't act on them, you're useless to me. These patients are trusting you with their lives, granted they don't have much of a choice, but they still trust you. Don't disappoint them. Which brings me to rule number two; you will answer every single page at as fast a speed as possible."

They looked down at their new pagers and followed Reilly to the on-call room. "Sleep when you can where you can. The on-call room is for sleeping only. Rule three: When I'm sleeping you don't wake me unless a patient is dying and when I get there the patient had better still be alive. Otherwise it's your ass." Hannah, Erin and Clark shared the same nervous look. "That's rule four. Finally rule five, when I move you move. Any questions?"

Predictably, no one raised their hands. They only followed him to start their first set of rounds.