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the song, little older - Who is He and What is He to You, by Bill Withers

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Chapter three

Who is He and What is He to You

Jealousy is a powerful emotion. Shakespeare showed us that it drove Othello to kill his one true love. And while it may not always turn us to murder. It can still take us to the edge. It's raw. We can't stop ourselves from feeling jealous; It's out of our control. But it doesn't take much to make others suffer from it.

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Meredith stared at Mark, who was wearing the same clothes from last night, and the day before. But this time, instead of being the ruined man at the bar, he wore a cool face of determination that softened when he smiled at her. Meredith couldn't smile. At the moment all she could do is worry. She turned and took a few steps towards the hospital.

"I don't think that I can do it." Meredith stopped, turned around to face him and began to ramble. "Not now. Oh god. What if he doesn't pick me? What if they stay together? What if we just help them…together?"

"Okay, okay. Firstly, I'm old fashioned; I believe that the man should make the first move. You don't have to do anything…now. And secondly, he will pick you. And even if he doesn't, their relationship would be so strong that we…never really had a chance."

"So, we're just speeding things up?"

"Yes we are. Now go and spend some time around the nurses' station. I'll be there in five."

o

Meredith did as she was told. She couldn't argue, not properly, not today. Today all she could do was Stand by the nurses station, filling out the files that had been ignored by the other inturns. She never enjoyed this post. No one here was dieing. No one needed Surgery. No, everyone here was gossiping. And normally, it was about her. She hated it because, while she had a solid group of friends, there was a whole community at this hospital that she didn't know. And this community knew everything about her.

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"Dr Grey? You're not doing anything important." A nurse called from across the station. "Can you go and fetch the belongings of the visiting surgeon from the attending locker room?"

"Sorry? Where?" Meredith asked coming out of her paperwork daze

"Locker 405, Dr Grey. Fetch it, Bag it and bring it here." The nurse replied sulkily, returning to the back of the throng of nurses surrounding Dr Mark Sloan.

"Right." Meredith smirked, and walked off on her errand.

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When Meredith returned, what was a worshipping circle had become a scene. While the nurses had dispersed, Dr Webber was having a furious whispered conversation with the plastic surgeon in the corner. Nurses, doctors and visitors were trying as inconspicuously as possible to listen in on the conversation. Everyone was obvious and no one heard a thing. Until Mark spotted Meredith.

"You think about it chief." Mark called out as he walked towards everyone's favourite scandal. "Thank you, Dr grey." He said, putting his hand on her shoulder as he received his bag.

"Not a problem, Dr Sloan."

He leaned in (and so did all the spectators) and whispered: "So what's your locker number?"

"Seriously?" She whispered, confused.

"Yes…"

"225"

"I don't think it was ever meant to be." Dr Sloan said uneasily to Meredith/audience. "Them and us…"

And with that he walked out. Letting every pair of eyes follow him until he left. And then, suddenly…Meredith was the centre of attention…again.

o

Christina and Meredith were examining a concussion patient after lunch. Except Christian seemed more interested in examining Meredith, then discharging the patient.

"Well you wouldn't be you if you weren't surrounded by scandal." Christina remarked, lazily flipping though Mrs Withers' chart.

"I'm not particularly fond of myself, if that's the case," Meredith mumbled.

"You love it." Christina said, moving around behind Meredith, and sitting on the empty bed. "I think you literally go and seek it out."

"What right does he have telling me about what I should do with my self…seriously?"

"George?" Christina asked. "Him…just being around you is like a walking advertisement for his little, Bambi cartoon romance."

"Christina." Meredith warned

"Oh c'mon. Like any of that was a surprise?" Christina scoffed. "You have to be careful with what you do now, you don't want to…well, don't shoot Bambi's mother if you don't have to."

"I am being careful." Meredith said, checking Mrs Withers' heart beat.

"You are not!" Christina laughed. "What this I hear about you and McSteamy."

"We have a lot in common," Meredith said gingerly. "Mrs Withers, I need you to roll you over"

"I heard you were making out this morning."

"What?" Meredith exclaimed

"God, you're just as easy as George."

"Excuse me dear," Mrs Withers interrupted. "I'm feeling a little nauseous."

"Yeah, That's a normal symptom of concussion." Christina said, sitting up and helping Meredith turn the patient. "That one finished with you two and the Shepards in the elevator. I liked the creativity, but didn't really beli…"

But Mrs Withers vomiting on the two inturns scrubs interrupted Christina's rant.

"You know," Christina remarked. Rolling Mrs Withers back over. "I should stop hanging out with you. Bad stuff." She said waving her hands in Meredith's face. "It just follows you around, doesn't it?"

o

"God!" Izzy called as Christina and Meredith entered the locker room. "You guys smell like…"

"Vomit?" Christina asked, raising her eyebrows, frustrated

"We know." Meredith whined

Just then Alex and George also entered the room. George had obviously spent the last few hours putting up with Alex's jibes and was in no mood for talk. Especially when he saw Meredith and Christina in the second bay. He pretended he needed a drink from the cooler.

"Flowers O'Malley?" Alex said, running up to him and giving him a slap on the back, making George shoot water out of his nose.

"Old school." Alex said, not letting George loose him as he went to see Meredith. "I wouldn't have done it myself…Man!" Alex put his arm contemptuously around George. "That's one large bunch of roses O'Malley!"

"I…I…"George stuttered, ashamed. "That wasn't me."

And he caught Meredith' eye. They just looked at each other as everyone commented around them. Oblivious.

"Sorry." She whispered and stuffed the roses back into her locker and ran off to the shower.

Alex quickly let go of George who ran back to his drink tap almost immediately. "What?" He asked as the two girls gave him their best death stare. "Oh no, you can't blame this on me. I though O'Malley had finally grown some balls…and done something more proactive. Instead of, I dunno, whinging about it…this, is not my bad."

Alex sat down on the bench and was closely followed by the two girls. All three stared up at the locker.

"So who are they from?" Said Alex

"What's with this…caring?" Christina asked cynically.

"Oh, c'mon Yang, a bit of drama. Don't tell me you don't want to know."

"So it wasn't George." Izzy said slowly.

"And McDreamy's been in Surgery all day." Alex joined in

"No really." Christina said. "Are you ill?"

"I've been hanging out with you too long." He said and moved into kiss Izzy.

"Okay." Christina said, standing up. "Now I'm ill…we have a very small window of opportunity here. I'm going to find out."

"You can't go through her stuff!" Izzy protested

"Um, I can…" said Christina. "And I will"

"Sloan." George mumbled, wiping his face, coming around the corner. "Don't go though her stuff. I saw him in the house this morning. "

"Sorry?" Said Izzy

"Dr Mark Sloan!" Yelled George and he walked out of the locker room.

"Man, that kid has some competition!" Alex laughed as he got up and left.

o

No matter how much you might want someone to notice you. You would always rather bring the attention your self then have someone else do it for you.

o

Meredith stepped into the elevator. She should've anticipated that Derrick would be alone in the elevator, she should have taken the stairs.

He smiled at her. He always seemed happy…well content. Troubled, but content. And that wasn't fair.

"I wanted you to scrub in on Mr Meyers' surgery today." He started smiling at her

"Bailey's not here…it's a mess." She replied staring straight at the elevator door.

"Are you ok?" He said, his look of happiness turning into one of concern.

"I think I just lost a friend…no don't talk." She said determined to look straight at the wall. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Well, I could be your new friend?"

"You don't want to be my friend." Meredith said turning to look at him. "I make a terrible friend."

"I don't believe that, and any way." Derrick said, charismatically. "I make a very good friend. We could balance each other out."

"You do not want to be my friend." Meredith said. "We can't be friends. That's it."

"Don't try and finish this." Derrick warned playfully, as he left the lift. "I'll take it as a challenge."

o

"Ah good!" The chief exclaimed, looking over the top of his paperwork at the two attendings. "You're here. Take a seat."

They moved towards the two armchairs. Derrick pulling Addison's chair out for her.

"Thanks." She acknowledged.

"Addison, Derrick. I brought you in here today as friends, not as staff. As I have a proposition that…I don't want to do this to either of you but…"

"Chief…"

"Dr Mark Sloan approached me today and asked me for a job."

"He did what?" Derrick stood up.

"Isn't he going back to New York?" Addison asked

"He says," the chief started slowly. "That he's taken with the city and has asked New York for a short leave to see how work is here."

"Oh god." Derrick sat back down and put his head in his hands.

"Now, we haven't spoken officially." The chief said, looking between the two. "And I want to give you both sufficient warning. But, if he is prepared to comprise, which I think he is, the hospital would be crazy not to take him aboard."

"Richard…" Addison started. "You saw what one-day did…to us. Can you imagine him working here permanently?"

"I'm sure it won't be easy. And I do value both your talents more then his. But if there is the slightest chance that you think that this hospital could still be…functional, I implore you to allow me to negotiate something with him."

"Derrick?"

"Chief," Derrick said, slowly standing up. "Thanks for the heads up. "

"Derrick?" Addison asked again, following him as he left Dr Webber's office. "We have to talk about this!"

"I know we do Addison." He called over his shoulder. "But not here. Not now."

"When Derrick?" She replied, exasperated. "When?"

"How about dinner? Tonight?" He replied, turning around with a smile as he reached the lift and pressed the button. "Not somewhere classy, I won't finish till late. And this city closes early."

"That sounds…great, Derrick." Addison said, surprised, and smiled at her husband until her walked into the empty lift.

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But lifts in Seattle Grace do not remain empty for long. After Derrick finish surgery he stepped into a left with a rather embarrassed Meredith Grey and a slightly wilted bunch of roses. He didn't know what to say.

"Look, you know the person who…" She gestured to the roses. "Gave me these. I'm not telling you. I don't want to…embarrass him."

"But I'm your friend." He said, choosing to joke about it, badly. "You should tell me."

"And what would you do with that information?"

"Well, I could put him in his place." He said softly

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"You know. Maybe I want to have someone else like me…who doesn't love someone else! Who isn't going to go back to Addison when he's finished with me!" Meredith said softly, realising the irony.

"Look, Meredith…"

"Don't." She said as the lift doors opened.

o

Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but jealousy see the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time. But it is born out of doubt.

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Meredith walked out to her car. Slowly. She fingered the tiny card that she'd ripped off the flowers in her pocket. 'Enjoy the show? I know you didn't. Dinner?' And sure enough he was there. Well, parked beside her in a flashy rental. The light on, illuminating him and his book. She knocked on the window. Then opened the door and sat down.

"I don't think I'm up to Dinner." She said, closing her eyes and reclining in the leather seat.

"I was thinking more, Chinese takeaway. Nice bottle of red wine." He reached over her and put his book in the glove box.

"We are not going to my place. They're…my friends. They're driving me insane with questions. "

"My hotel. No friends. Just wine." He said. "And a heater. How do you cope?"

She laughed, for the first time that day, "Oh just go, before I can argue. This is such a horrible idea."

"You know." He said, smiling and starting the car. "This: I'm a bad decision thing isn't doing great things for my ego."

She laughed as they drove away from the hospital.

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So when the doubt fades, and the real situation is revealed, what happens to jealousy? The feeling either goes away or becomes something much, much worse. We can only hope that it all turns out in the end

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