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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic Chapter 9: The McHell Week: The Blue Corner

Three days had passed since the merger between Seattle Grace and Mercy West. The only people thrilled with the merger were Richard, Callie, and the Mercy West hospital staff. Seattle Grace personnel, specifically its surgical residents, felt threatened. Looking at the orange scrubs-wearing residents, they came up with a plan. - To take all the surgeries from them as they can.

On her first day, Callie felt ecstatic. Working back at Seattle Grace meant being close to both her girlfriend and her best friend. As the days went on, Callie had understood why Derek dreaded the merger. Before, she assumed he was just overreacting. -The fact that the merger was Richard's idea. Callie, then, had been pissed at Derek. Callie had considered the merger a blessing, but after working for three days with these maniacal surgical residents competing for surgeries, the blessing was quickly turning into a curse. The ecstasy she felt was now coming down.

Morning Hospital Lobby

Alex and Charles were scheduled on Callie's service. The two residents quarreled about who's going to hold the charts. - A typical day now when the residents fight over for just holding the charts. Callie narrowed her eyes, staring blankly away from the two residents arguing in front of her. She rolled her eyes as she turned towards the counter, reaching for the charts. As their voices grew louder, Callie got more annoyed. She gave charts on both residents, slamming it on their hands. Callie gave them a challenge – whoever determined the better diagnosis gets to be in the surgery with her. If no one got it right, she'll do the surgery alone.

Callie narrowed her eyes in frustration as she walked with them through the lobby. Maybe she should not have started that little competition. It was still morning, but Callie's energy for the day was already at a dangerous limit. The residents got more winded. And it's more annoying, more frustrating, and more exhausting. Callie sighed heavily, trying to walk faster now, keeping the two residents away from her. At least now, she's not hearing those two argue for the nth time.

Eric went inside the hospital, carrying his overnight bag. Two days before the merger, he went to LA for a consult - a personal request from Addison Montgomery. Eric would have been back at Seattle during the merger, but he stayed a couple of days more. His phone rang on his last day - a phone call from Derek Shepherd, asking him when he'll be back.

Eric stopped as he saw Callie walked past the lobby floor with Alex and someone wearing an orange scrub.

Callie turned towards Eric. It was a while before she realized that it's Eric, beaming at her. As she recognized her friend, her narrowed eyes relaxed and widened. Her grouchy face went calm. Callie grinned widely, copying him.

Callie ran towards Eric, leaving behind the two residents.

"Welcome back!" Callie greeted as she stood in front of him.

"What did I miss?" He adjusted his bag on his shoulder, glancing at the orange absurdness behind Callie.

Callie followed his stare leading to the two residents. She groaned, "Uh... Merger? Ring any bell?" Callie looked back at Eric. Her mouth slacked and eyes widened. Eric tilted his head and pursed his lips, trying to remember, "What?! Are you kidding me?"

He smiled tentatively and grew as the answer sank in, "Fuckin' hell! Yes," He laughed and stifled it, noticing Callie's reaction, "I don't - sorry. Just -" Eric stared at Callie as she frowned, crossing her arms. "I need to go change. Derek's been ringing me nuts since LA... thinking I might abandon him for Addison." He chuckled, "You're busy. I'll leave you to it, then."

Callie yanked him back as he walked away, "Don't leave me with these fools," She turned around and pointed at the two residents, "You two, go find something to do at the pit!" She yelled. She faced Eric, plucking the bag off his hand.

"But you said we're..." Charles yelled back. Callie cut him off.

"Leave those charts at the nurses' station," She stressed, pulling Eric beside her and holding his arm as they walk together. Eric chuckled as he walked with Callie.

Attendings' Lounge

"Look who's back," Callie singsonged as they went inside the lounge. Derek looked at the door as they made in. Callie moved towards the couch and relaxed.

"How's LA?" Derek inquired, glancing behind as he poured the coffee in his mug.

Eric stared at Derek as he responded, "Un–ee-ventful," Eric turned away and moved towards his locker.

"Hmmm," Derek paused. "not what I heard..." Derek continued with a smirk.

Eric darted at him and asked, "Addie told on you?" He put his bag inside the locker.

"No. Sam Bennett told me," Derek answered, staring at Callie. Callie resolved to remain silent and to keep her regular teasing at a minimum towards Eric. He just came back from LA. Callie won't tease him - not yet. Derek smiled at the sight.

"Damn it! Sam," Eric murmured.

Derek stepped closer to Callie to ask why she's being quiet, "Hmmm," He uttered as he waited for her to say anything, but Callie sat quietly at the couch, massaging her temple.

"Don't." She warned, raising her index finger in front of him, "I'm having my peace and quiet here, Derek," Callie continued, leaning back in a more comfortable position, resting her head on the sofa and closing her eyes.. Derek held his hands up in surrender as he stepped backward.

Eric asked, facing his locker, "Where are the charts?"

"Lexie has them," Derek answered, staring at Callie. He looked at Eric and went on, "She has them. I asked her to assist you so... you know."

Eric narrowed his eyes and shook his head as he replied, "No, I don't know," Eric paused arching an eyebrow as he pondered. Eric's mouth fell open as he realized what Derek meant, "Unbelievable." Eric turned back and looked at Derek as he walked out of the lounge, "I-I am nice," He added as he followed Derek. "I have been nice!" Eric exclaimed, leaning on the doorway and craning his neck as Derek walked along the hall. Eric paused and breathed in. He went back inside the lounge and looked at Callie smiling at him, amused, "No one really noticed?"

Callie snorted, "I'll believe it when I see it," She spoke. Callie stood up and poured herself coffee from the coffeemaker. She can feel Eric's stare. Callie glanced behind her, seeing him narrowing his eyes at her, "W-what?!"

"Doesn't take you long, huh?" Eric added as he walked inside the shower room to change.

Callie chortled as she faced the counter.

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Lexie stepped in front the attending's lounge, carrying the charts for Derek's patients - Now, Eric's patients. Lexie saw Derek on the way, informing her that Eric was inside the lounge. She didn't know what to do - if she'll wait for him outside or go in. She fidgeted in front of the door before deciding to open it. This was the first time she went inside the lounge. So she slowly walked in, feeling like she was barging into someone else's room. She hoped that there were no attendings inside - except for the one she's looking for, of course. She went in and saw Callie.

Callie stared at Lexie as she looked around, searching for the neurosurgeon, "Hey Lexie," Callie said.

"Hi... uhm... Have you seen..." Callie pointed at the shower room, "Oh - okay. I'll..." Lexie staggered to go in further. She was nervous. This will be the first time she'll work with Eric after George's funeral. She was avoiding him then - after Eric drove her home. After that, her father got hospitalized and Eric left for LA. There were no chances of them interacting or working together, not until Derek asked Eric to cover for him. Timely, she was scheduled on Neuro.

Lexie stood at the door, thinking about what she would tell him.

"Dr. Shepherd asked me to work with you... We've been working for this patient for..." She whispered to herself, "No. I... I'm not avoiding you, I'm just too busy..." She chuckled, "... no I... I'm not saying that..."

Callie looked at her as she noticed Lexie talking to herself. Lexie stopped as she saw Callie looking at her. Callie went back to face the counter, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Coffee?" Callie offered.

Lexie looked up at Callie, "No. Thank you," She smiled.

Eric went out of the shower room and walked towards his locker to put his clothes in. He didn't notice Lexie standing at the door. Lexie stood straight, clenching at the charts as she anticipated his reaction. Callie cleared her throat, trying to get his attention.

"Honestly, you two..." Eric paused as he neatly put on his white coat, fastening in his pens and pager.

Callie cleared her throat louder, gritting her teeth. She stopped as Lexie looked at her. Callie stepped forward awkwardly, acting like she was supposed to move closer to Eric. Callie tried again to get his attention, now quietly exclaiming, "Eric!"

Eric put his phone inside his pocket as he turned around, "'believe it when I see it' my arse..." He stopped and noticed Lexie, "Dr. Grey," Eric glared at Callie. Callie sighed in defeat.

"Not my fault, dumbass," Callie muttered as she went back at the counter, picking up her mug and taking a sip of the coffee.

Lexie breathed in, as she saw Eric. Taking quite a long time before she breathed out, Her shoulders tensed. "Hi..." She exhaled as she spoke. She paused and turned her head towards her shoulder. She shook her head in embarrassment.

Eric glanced at Callie and back at Lexie. "Are those the charts?" He paused, "Okay," He then smiled at Lexie. He turned around to get his stethoscope.

Callie turned just in time to see Eric smiling, making her almost spit the coffee in her mouth. While Lexie blinked her eyes repeatedly, and furrowed her eyebrows. Callie and Lexie glanced at each other, before looking back at the neurosurgeon.

"Let's go?" He continued.

Lexie shook her head as she walked out. Lexie can't believe what she just witnessed. She's too confused about what's happening that she forgot about her little speech she prepared.

Eric glanced at Callie as she whispered, "You look weird," Eric narrowed his eyes at her as he followed Lexie.

Three days later

Lexie and Eric had been working together for two days, as per Derek's directive. - This would be the last day. Lexie thought that it would be difficult, knowing Eric and his ways of making her suffer, but as she spent an hour, a couple, then a day, two days; She realized that Eric Keaton - the bully who would always look down at her and punish her, was being kind to her and teaching her. Sure he's still sarcastic, arrogant, and direct like he was, but something was different now. - Apart from him smiling. She couldn't tell what, but she wondered if Eric would stay being nice to her now, or is he just planning something, she just didn't know it yet.

Hospital Cafeteria

Alex went towards the table where Cristina, Izzie and Lexie were. He slammed the tray as he sat beside Izzie.

"Bigfoot's at it again. He's hounding my surgery with Dr. Sloan," Alex said.

"Dr. Bailey put me in the clinic. Well, figures," Izzie said as she looked at her fork full of salad. She took a bite and looked in front of her. She got a glimpse of Lexie, staring out. Izzie paused and pointed her now empty fork at her before adding, "So..." She glanced at her plate, then back at Lexie, "How's working with Keaton? You seemed... quiet. Are you okay? Is he being immature or arrogant or whatnot?" Izzie went on, "Well, you can't complain, right? Among the people at this table, you're the only one who've seen the inside of the OR this week."

Cristina glared at Lexie and stated, "Lucky!" Cristina paused, "God, I should've pushed working with McDevil again."

Izzie glanced at Lexie as she remained gawking. Her attention was off elsewhere. Izzie glanced at Cristina. Cristina slowly chewed her food as she noticed Izzie gesturing her head at Lexie. "What?" Cristina mouthed. Izzie widened her eyes and gestured again. Cristina looked at Lexie beside her, eyebrow arched.

"Earth to Little Grey? Hello?" Cristina waved her hands in front of Lexie's face.

"Uhm, yes?" Lexie shook her head, glancing at Cristina, "Yes. Yes." Then she looked away.

Alex had been following their discussion as he ate his lunch, that when Lexie finally answered incoherently, he stopped eating. - He knew something's up. He looked up, curling his eyebrows as he, Izzie and Cristina followed Lexie's stare, leading them to towards Eric.

Alex glanced back at the second-year resident biting her lower lip and looking pensive, "She's being tortured, all right." Alex added.

"No. I'm not." Lexie finally spoke a clear thought. "He's..."

"... mean?" Alex went on.

"... arrogant?" Cristina stressed.

"... an ass?" Izzie implied.

Lexie had been commenting regularly about her terrible impression towards the neurosurgeon since the first day, that they already memorized it.

"... smiling... like actually smiling... at me," Lexie corrected.

The three looked at Lexie, not believing what she claimed. The first few months when Eric was the shiny new object Richard brought at the hospital to do an innovative surgery, they sought him like a god. But then, when he worked at Seattle Grace, their perception towards him changed. Izzie realized Eric was just like Mark Sloan when he's treating them- the interns then- as an object. But, unlike Mark, he's teaching - in his own way. Alex had experienced Eric's way of teaching. Cristina simply cared for the once in a lifetime surgeries Eric's name were bringing at the hospital.

As for Lexie's experience with McDevil - the nickname they finally used after George's death, when they endured his Hell month. Izzie was confused why among the interns, Lexie had been the only intern who had endured most of his bad characteristics. Izzie assumed then that Eric had been doing it on purpose. She planned on knowing why.

Cristina snorted a laugh, "McDevil doesn't know how to smile," Cristina peered at Alex as she added, "You should be his resident."

Alex glared at Cristina, "Yeah, why is that?"

Izzie faked a cough and said, "Evil spawn."

"He called me an imbecile for repeating his question," Alex said, "I didn't hear him because your intern had been yapping with his girlfriend behind me, and I get to be called an imbecile. Steve's the imbecile, not me." He added, leaning towards Cristina.

Cristina pondered for a minute then retorted, "Well. I kinda agree with him - you being an imbecile, I mean...," Cristina cackled with laughter as Alex made faces at her. Alex leaned back to his seat.

"Maybe you should be on his service, since you kinda agree with him," Alex countered.

Izzie uttered, "She already did. And Keaton kicked her out of his service not the other way around."

"Oh, right. I heard about that. Look at you, not even the devil can stand you," Alex blurted.

"I'm a badass," Cristina added, pointing her two index finger at herself.

"Yeah. a badass orderly," Alex mocked Cristina.

"Nurse," Cristina mocked back.

"I guess you're the only one who can stand him?" Izzie said to Lexie, "apart from Meredith... and George..." She looked at Lexie and asked, "He's friends with George, right? It must be torture."

Lexie sat straight, "Well, it won't be long now 'til the devil tortures me again," She spoke louder looking away, crossing her arms.

"What? Who?" April asked as she passed by, holding takeaway food. She thought Lexie was talking to her.

"You should eat. We only have a few minutes here," Jackson told April. Jackson pulled her away from the Seattle Grace residents.

"Yeah right, walk away, Mercy Westers," Cristina blurted, gesturing him to move away. Jackson and April went out of the cafeteria. Cristina watched them hurried out, "I think we should hurry up, too," Cristina added, keeping her eyes on the Mercy West group.

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Eric saw Cristina's group as they sat at the table. He had been glancing at the group as he felt unusually conscious. - Not realizing that Lexie had been staring at him for a while. Arizona noticed him tuning out and in to their conversation.

"What? what? Where are you? Hello?" Arizona called on Eric.

"I'm just..." Eric halted, shaking his head, "Nothing," He continued to eat apple slices.

Arizona traced his stare. She looked behind her and noticed Lexie a few tables behind them. Arizona smiled cheekily at Eric, raising her eyebrows playfully.

"What?!" Eric asked, "You're weird... stop it."

"You checking at little Grey, huh?"

"It's not what you think?" Eric looked back at his food.

"Uhmm-Hmmm, I heard you're being nice?" Arizona leaned closer at Eric with a playful smirk.

"It's not what you think," Eric repeated. He stood up and picked up his tray, placing it by the bins. Eric headed towards the exit.

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"You're staring. Stop staring!" Cristina exclaimed at Lexie, "...Kinda creepy," She added.

"I'm not staring!" Lexie replied, facing Cristina, "I'm just... Oop! He's standing up," Lexie faced away, "Just act normal." She hissed.

Izzie shook her head as she continued to eat. Cristina looked at Lexie with an arched brow, "That's normal?" Cristina uttered. Lexie continued stuffing her face with food.

Alex glanced at Lexie and then looked at Eric. He had a mischievous look on his face as he took a sip from his drink and stood up, "Dr. Keaton!"

Lexie watched Alex as he stood up. She realized Alex was up to something, "No- no!" Lexie quietly exclaimed and reached for Alex, straining her hand to pull Alex back at their table. Izzie chuckled at how silly Lexie looked.

Cristina blurted out as she ate her fries, "This is gonna be good." Watching Lexie and Alex. Izzie agreed and nodded in anticipation.

Eric looked at Alex as he called him.

Alex continued calling Eric until Eric noticed him. Alex stood with his hands inside his coat pocket. Lexie kept reaching, pulling at his coat. Alex pulled his coat off Lexie's grasp. Lexie lost her grip, and she awkwardly fell from her seat to the floor.

Eric hesitated at first before he walked towards Alex. He peeked back at Arizona, who was not looking before he walked towards the group.

Lexie hastily rose up as she saw a pair of legs under the table. She recognized those argyle socks anywhere. She crashed back on the chair and immediately stuffed herself with her lunch, looking away. Her coat was rumpled. She struggled to fixed her coat and unkept hair as Eric settled in front of Alex. Lexie acted like she was not just on the floor sprawled. She continued gobbling food.

Alex panicked as he didn't think about what to do once he got Eric's attention. He just needed him to walk closer to tease Lexie. He never realized that the attending would really walk towards them. Now, Eric's standing in front of him, hands crossed over his chest, awaiting his question, "so the - uhm - procedure you're gonna do later with Dr. Sloan would be..." Alex continued to outline the procedure, stammering.

Eric raised an eyebrow and grimaced as he listened to Alex. Eric glanced at the group. He peeked at Cristina who looked at him and Alex while her head remained lowered towards her plate. He then looked at Izzie who was suppressing a laugh. As Izzie saw Eric looking at her, she greeted Eric with a smile.

"... I-I just really find the procedure very - uhm, excellent," Alex scratched his head, cringing at his choice of word. - Excellent? His sweat started to bead on his temple. Alex was nervous. - imbecile. Eric faced Alex as he finished his statement.

"Dr. Karev," Eric interrupted him, "If you have the time to kiss ass, you have the time to check the patient," He implied.

"No - I'm just saying..." Alex tried to explain. Eric gestured at the exit. Alex growled, stepping out of the cafeteria. His plan backfired.

Eric looked back at the table and spotted Lexie stuffing her face with food, "Dr. Grey?"

"Mmmm.. Mmmm," Lexie grumbled without looking. She thought she could express a hello towards the attending, but nothing came out but mumble.

"O-kay," He uttered, shaking his head as he looked away. Eric looked at both Cristina and Izzie and smiled at them, "Doctors." Cristina stared at him and watched as he stepped away. Her mouth gaping as she couldn't believe the sarcastic devil smiled towards them.

Lexie sighed and sat more comfortably on her chair. Cristina chuckled right after he turned around and left the cafeteria.

Izzie slapped Cristina on her arm, "What?" She blurted, brushing her arm where Izzie whacked her. She chuckled as she asked Lexie, facing her, "Lexie Grey, what did you do to him?"

The Next Day - Morning Surgical Wing

Callie and Arizona walked along the halls of the surgical wing. Arizona checked her phone as they walked.

"How's... Eric and... his resident ?" Callie asked.

"I heard they're getting along well," Arizona responded as she scanned her phone, smiling.

Not the response Callie thought she would hear. Callie's shoes screeched as she tripped with her foot, staring at Arizona with disbelief, "Really?" She chuckled, "...I mean..." She laughed, " Really?! "

Arizona peered at Callie, still holding her phone. Arizona looked back at her phone as Callie continued walking beside her, putting her hands inside her coat pockets.

Callie pondered as she asked, "He really is being nice, huh?"

"And he's in a great mood all week," Arizona added.

Callie's eyebrows propped up as she had a thought. She stopped.

Arizona noticed her. Arizona stopped walking, turned to look at Callie and asked, "What?"

"Do you think he and Grey...?" Callie trailed.

Arizona tilted her head to the side as she pondered, "Well..." She chuckled anxiously.

Callie's eyes widened with curiosity as her girlfriend stammered, "What... what?!" Callie paused as Arizona walked away from her. Callie followed her, "Oh no no no... You know something... just say it...come on!"

"I don't okay," Arizona walked faster, "Not officially..." Arizona uttered. Callie heard it and stopped Arizona, pulling her by the arm. She groaned as she faced Callie, "It's just a thought really... I've known him and..."

"And what?" Callie asked.

Arizona looked away, trying to find words to tell Callie her hunch without her jumping to conclusions that may or may not be true. Arizona stared away and then noticed Mark walking out of the supply room.

"Is that?..." Arizona paused and was about to call Mark but Callie stopped her.

"What," Callie said, turning towards where Arizona's looking at. She saw Mark walking away, "Oh, it's just Mark..." looking back at Arizona, " Come on! We have more pressing matters than Mark's flavor of the month."

"20 says the nurse at the pit," Arizona claimed.

Callie shook her head as she turned back to Arizona, "Are we betting on this now?" She chuckled.

"O-kay," Callie shook her head as she continued, "the resident from Mercy West...one with short hair... okay? happy" Arizona beamed at her.

The both of them waited for the girl to come out of the supply room. "oh wait," Callie uttered as the door clicked open. Both of them looked at the door, breath hitched and shoulders were tense. Their tensed shoulders went limp as they saw they're both wrong - Lexie Grey went out of the supply room, looking on both sides as she walked out and closed the door.

"Well..." Callie uttered.

"When did that happen?" Arizona blurted out.

"Well... there goes our 'more pressing matters'," Callie said, looking at her girlfriend as Arizona continued to stare away.

Residents' Lounge

The chief resident posted the rotation schedule for that day. Each resident coming in looked at the board for their schedules. April Kepner walked towards the bulletin as she scanned the schedule, leaning in as she checked on her friends' schedule as well; mouthing the words as she read.

Jackson walked inside the lounge. April noticed him.

"Hey! you're in Neuro!" April said to Jackson as he stepped beside her and looked at the board as well.

"Hmmm. Not just me..." Jackson uttered as he walked away from the board and towards his locker. April furrowed her eyes as she looked at him. She turned back at the board and searched for that schedule he pointed at.

- - - - -

Lexie rushed in the lounge, gaining a look on all the residents inside - both Mercy Westers and Seattle Grace residents, alike. Her hair was disheveled and her shirt was buttoned wrong.

"Good...morning?" Cristina greeted Lexie, following her with a stare as Lexie stepped by the lockers, pushing Alex's legs away as she walked by.

"Hey!" Alex exclaimed. He kissed Izzie before walking out of the lounge.

Izzie sat beside Cristina as she whispered to her, "Does she know?" Cristina shrugged. Izzie went towards the locker beside Lexie's and leaned on it. She glanced at Lexie as she opened her mouth to asked something. Lexie looked at Izzie. Izzie let out a smile as she said, "Hi."

Lexie looked at her as she continued to change, "What is it?"

"You saw the schedule, right?" Izzie asked as Lexie sat and wore her scrub top.

Lexie stopped as she turned to look at Izzie. Her eyebrows arched up as she waited for Izzie to continue. Lexie looked behind her where the schedule was pinned. She stood up and walked towards the board, fixing her top on the way. She scanned the schedule, looking for her name. Her finger stopped as she saw her name with "Neurosurgery" beside it.

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dimitrescus-bitch · 3 years

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Grey’s Anatomy Masterlist

* - smut

Arizona Robbins

Tense

Shot in the Dark

Check Up

Patience

The Small Things*

Get Back

Symbol

Calm Down*

Sword, Formerly in the Stone

Mistress of the Dark*

Bandit

Callie Torres

Christmas Lights

I Wanna Be Sedated

Days Like This*

Good Love

The Way You Make Me Feel*

007

By Your Side

Meredith Grey

Catch a Break

A Token of My Love

Best Behavior

Caught

Exceptions

Shot Through the Heart

Addison Montgomery

Party Girl

The Right Path

Still Counting

Right Place, Right Time

Sneaky

One Dinner

Big News

Distract*

Cristina Yang

Complexes

Lexie Grey

Watching

Amelia Shepherd

Teddy Altman

Where the Heart Is

Sadie Harris

Closure

Mark Sloan

Morning

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Characters:

Meredith Grey Holiday

Amelia Shepherd Holiday

Miranda Bailey Holiday

Addison Montgomery Holiday

Cristina Yang Holiday

Lexie Grey Holiday

Arizona Robbins Holiday

Callie Torres Holiday

Derek Shepherd Holiday

Mark Sloan Holiday

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Parings:

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Calzona Holiday

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grey’s anatomy masterlist

updated: january 12, 2022

*master lists will be updated every week*

*not my gif*

addison montgomery:

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amelia shepherd:

- cardigan

jo wilson:

- peer pressure

lexie grey:

- sparks fly - pt.2

- feels so close

- dancing with a stranger

- love it if we made it -pt.2

- what if’s

- better half of me

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You just write x teen!reader fics?

i will write romantic x reader fics on my main! @adorecline

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"The depht of grief you felt with all those losses is because of the depht of love"

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If the Sun Comes Up - pt. 2

A/N: Here’s part 2 of If the Sun Comes Up! (AU- interns fic). Thank u thank u thank u for the nice messages about the first chapter, your messages and replies seriously warm my lil heart. I’m still basically planting seeds for some future plot points here, but I hope you enjoy anyway <3

You can read part 1 here.

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And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up

And I still don't wanna stagger home

Then it's the memory of our betters

That are keeping us on our feet

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Everything’s different when the sun comes up. It all comes to light in a different way. The sun rises, and reality settles in. Like sleep is some magic reset button. And all of the thoughts and decisions, all of the fun, all of the mischief, it all seems worlds away. Like that was then, and this is now.

A funny thing happens though, when that reset button gets skipped. When there is no sleep, and no separation of night and day. When you stay awake for 24 hours straight and you watch the sun come up in real time; you watch the sun rise twice in fact, and there isn’t that detachment. It all flows together like a never-ending moment.

It’s strange, Amelia thinks, to have no reset button. To sacrifice the idea of choosing sleep. Because instead of calling it quits after two sunrises, she finds herself in a bar, of all places, sitting across from the people she’d met just 24 hours ago.

“I’m sooo happy you’re moving in with me,” Maggie yawns hugely next to her. And Amelia bites down on a smile at the confession; at what no sleep and a slim two beers has done to this previously panic-stricken intern. The intern that was currently dealing with the impact of being related to a Grey.

Except the panic isn’t worth it. Because there isn’t any fallout. Lexie practically laughs until she cries, when it all comes to light. When Maggie finally lets it slip about who her birth mother is. Between the delirious fits of laughter, all Lexie can manage is a “good luck telling Meredith that.”

And it only gets more chaotic.

There’s no reset for all of the sleep-deprived decisions. Lexie and Jo, in an impressive and almost falsely confident manner, venture off towards the bar, where a handful of residents and attendings claim territory. The rest of the newly formed crew stick together, in their quiet corner of the bar.

Amelia can feel Link’s eyes on her from across the booth as she brings a warm mug of tea to her lips. But her eyes remain glued down, staring down at the crumpled tea packet on the table. One of those cheap brands. Cheap because it’s a rare request in a place like this. The kind of drink that ends up taking longer for the bartender to make. More time-consuming to prepare than one of those fancy cocktails even, because it ends up that the bartender has to go search in the stock room for a tea bag in the first place.

Her thoughts are interrupted when a strong hand occupies her line of vision. It’s jolting, to say the least. For her focus to be intruded on like that. The tea packet she’d been so comfortably resting her eyes on, now suddenly consumed by Link’s grasp. He covers it completely, picking it up and further crumpling it in his fist before dropping it back down on the table.

The action forces Amelia to look at him. Which is probably his intention, anyway. So she does, and it’s equally as jolting. His expression. Because she’s half expecting it to mirror the harshness of a crumpled tea packet. But it doesn’t. It’s warm. And it’s soft. And it’s slightly curious.

“You should all move in with me.” Maggie’s voice chimes in.

And Amelia rips her gaze away from Link’s.

“Okay, slow down there,” she lets out an amused exhalation. “You were barely on board with the idea of me moving in.”

Winston playfully nudges Maggie’s side, from where he’s seated on the other side of her. And Amelia doesn’t miss the way his hand settles just above Maggie’s knee. The interaction stands out to her, and she decides she’s going to bookmark it for later. Revisit it perhaps when everyone’s feeling more awake and alert.

“Who should all move where?” Lexie slides into the booth next to Link, eyes wide with naivety as she sips a full drink.

“My apartment,” Maggie responds matter-of-factly. “I have one more room open.”

Amelia scrunches her nose at this, and she staggers through her confusion. “Wait. Just one more? What happened, I thought-”

“Well, I already promised a room to Link….” Maggie’s voice is laced with exhaustion and something else, as she turns to explain to Amelia. “When you were in the bathroom….I told him, I-” She hiccups slightly, abandoning her sentence. And Amelia tilts her head to the side quizzically. “Anyway,” Maggie gestures across the booth towards Link. “Meet your new roommate.”

Amelia’s gaze returns to Link, and he shrugs somewhat defensively, muttering under his breath, “Sorry.”

But Amelia doesn’t feel sorry. She feels something else. The notion rises in her chest, and she wants to label it as anticipation.

“Okay, but I have to get out of Meredith’s house!” Lexie slams her drink down on the table. “I’m living with a bunch of residents.”

There’s unanimous murmurs of condolence from the group.

“Oh! Speaking of….” She continues, picking her drink back up and nodding towards the bar. “The plastics attending….Mark Sloan? Just bought me this drink.”

“Ugh,” Amelia’s quick to counter. “Do not go there.”

All heads turn to her, and she feels heat rise in her face as she takes in the curious stares. When she doesn’t follow up on her previous precaution, Lexie speaks up again.

“....Have you?” Lexie swallows, a disconcerted expression on her face. “Gone there?”

Amelia doesn’t miss the way Link surveys her expression, following this particular question. She clears her throat, eyes shifting back to the crumpled tea packet.

“No, no. God no.” Her tone is low as she shakes her head dismissively. “I’ve just….known him my whole life.”

“Oh,” Lexie shrugs, taking another sip of her drink. And Amelia quickly surveys any other reactions to her response.

A general quietness falls across the table and Amelia’s eyes eventually settle back to the tea packet. She can’t quite determine why it seems to be the focal point of her evening. Or morning. Or whatever this was. She wants to claim it’s the vivid yellow packaging that keeps catching her eye.

But, her thoughts are intruded once again when Link suddenly stands up from the table. She peers up at him intently.

“Shepherd,” his tone is gentle as he starts moving away from the table. “I think I promised you a game of darts.”

Amelia blinks. Partly in confusion. But also mostly against her sudden bout of exhaustion.

“I, uh,” she mutters, turning around in her seat as she watches Link make his way around the booth.

“Come on.” He raises his eyebrows at her.

And she bites the inside of her cheek, turning around to set her mug down.

“Okay, okay,” she’s not yet facing him when she stands from the booth. “One game and then I’m out of here.” She looks pointedly at Maggie as she exits the booth. “And I can drive anyone home that needs a ride.”

Maggie offers her a toothy grin, and Winston nods in grateful agreement at the offer. Amelia steps away from the table, and tries not to mirror the smug look on Link’s face.

“One game,” she repeats.

And he chuckles a bit, proudly.

“I don’t know….” he lets her lead them across the bar, towards the wall that’s filled with dart boards and other bar games. “You’ll probably want a rematch….when I beat you the first time around.”

Amelia feigns shock at his words. But really, somewhere deep down, she’s suppressing her gratification. Because he’s feeding into her competitive side completely.

“We’ll see,” she says, as she collects the darts and starts separating them.

She hands Link his portion of the game’s pieces and he mimics her words back to her. “We’ll see.”

_______

It ends up that uninhibited decisions turn into concrete plans. Link and Lexie move into the apartment. And Amelia adheres to her pride that she was the first choice in the matter, and that everyone else just happened to follow suit.

She wakes up in the new apartment on this particular morning, and it takes her a moment to adjust to her surroundings. She groggily registers that the unfamiliar space around her is, indeed, her own bedroom.

Her alarm blares again loudly, after it’s been snoozed repeatedly for the last 15 minutes, and she aggressively shuts it off. Sitting up in bed, she throws on a cardigan before shuffling out of her room and down the hall, towards the shared space of the apartment.

“Gooood morning,” Maggie practically sings, her voice an irritating level of cheerful for the early hour.

As Amelia rounds the corner into the small kitchen area, her tired eyes settle on Maggie, where she occupies one of the stools at the counter. All she can manage to mutter is a slight “mhm,” in acknowledgement of the greeting.

She reaches into the cupboard for a mug, before filling it from the coffee pot that’s already been prepared. Once her mug is full of the steaming liquid, she turns back around to face Maggie. She leans against the counter as she brings the cup up to her nose, inhaling the scent and closing her eyes in gratitude.

The sound of Maggie’s bedroom door creaking open eventually shakes her from her blissful moment, and then her expression quickly turns to one of shocked amusement. Because her eyes settle on Winston, as he exits the bedroom and enters into the main room. He’s dressed in the same clothes he’d been wearing the day before, and Amelia looks him up and down, biting her lip in excitement, like she’s just remembered where she’s hidden the last piece of a puzzle.

“Ha,” Amelia’s delighted revelation sounds gravelly, the sleep still evident in her voice. “You don’t live here.”

She shifts her gaze to Maggie, who offers a pleading look in return. And then she looks back to Winston, who has since halted in the doorway. She can’t hold back the raspy sounding chuckle that escapes her lips. “I get it. You guys are sex friends. It all makes sense now.”

Winston scratches at the back of his neck awkwardly. And Maggie blinks, dumfounded. She stands suddenly, stepping away from the kitchen counter, like she’s desperate to remove herself from this situation.

“I’m gonna go shower. Don’t want to be late,” Maggie mutters.

Amelia just smiles further, eyes shifting playfully between the two, before she turns to walk back to her room. She raises her coffee mug slightly above her as she walks away, like she’s motioning a ‘cheers’ to the air. She tilts her head back once more in their direction, before she disappears from the kitchen, and sarcastically repeats Maggie’s greeting from before. “It is a good morning.”

Maggie rolls her eyes, but follows after her through the hallway, turning into the bathroom.

“Let me know when you’re done!” Amelia announces when she reaches her room. “I want dibs on the shower next!”

_______

Amelia finishes her coffee, and as she sets her empty mug in the sink, her impatience steadily rises.

“Maggie!” She yells, as she returns to the hallway. “You’re gonna make us late!”

There’s no response, but she hears that the shower is still on, and she even hears music coming from the bathroom. She finds the music choice odd for Maggie, and also finds it odd that Maggie is even the type of person that listens to music while she showers.

“Maggie,” she tries one more time, knocking her fist against the door.

There’s no answer.

She sighs, glancing at her watch. And then she decides to push the door open slightly, stepping into the small bathroom. “Maggie are you almost done?! I’m just going to brush my teeth real quick while you’re in there,” she announces loudly, over the music, as she reaches for her toothbrush on the sink.

“Um, not Maggie.” A surprisingly deep voice sounds from the other side of the curtain as she starts brushing her teeth.

And oh, that’s Link. “Shit, sorry! I thought you were Maggie! Wow, I just barged right in-”

“It’s fine” he interrupts, and then Amelia hears the water get shut off. “Could you, uh, actually hand me a towel though?” A dripping wet hand shoots out from behind the shower curtain and Amelia just stares at it, her toothbrush falling slack between her lips.

“Hello….? Towel?”

“Uh, right. Here.” She mutters around her toothbrush.

Blinking from her daze, she slowly reaches for a towel and hands it to him. And then suddenly the curtain is sliding open and Link is climbing out of the shower, towel around his waist, in all of his soaking wet glory. And holy shit, Amelia thinks, as she not so subtly darts her eyes around the tight space. Attempting to look anywhere but at him. She settles on turning around, and facing herself in the mirror as she makes quick movements of brushing her teeth.

She doesn’t know where the sudden panic comes from. She’s a confident person. Never timid. And somewhere, in the back of her mind, she retaliates against the idea that she’s lost any of her game. Or that she’s the one creating any awkward tension.

Link enters her line of vision through the bathroom mirror, and she feels frozen where she stands. Because, for some reason, he starts inching even closer.

He clears his throat.

“Just need to, uh, grab something…”

She practically jumps out of the way as Link reaches around her for the medicine cabinet.

“Ah, sorry. I’ll get out of your way,” she exhales a sheepish laugh at her own reaction, and tries not to cringe at the way she sounds with her mouth still full of toothpaste.

Link finally moves to exit the bathroom, and Amelia wants to sigh in relief, as she resumes her position in front of the sink. But she doesn’t. She holds back. And from her peripheral, she can see him pause in the doorway.

She turns her head in his direction. And he smirks at her before he leaves.

“Shower is all yours.”

The bathroom door clicks shut and Amelia spits harshly into the sink.

_______

Carpooling is apparently a thing they do now. They arrive at the hospital, and everyone piles out of Maggie’s car, beginning to cross the parking lot.

“Hey!” Jo’s breathless voice sounds from somewhere behind them as she locks up her own car and jogs to catch up with the group. She steps into pace with them, walking next to Link. “Whose service are you guys on today?”

“Neuro. With Shepherd,” Winston responds.

“Same here!” Lexie actually sounds excited.

“Okay, but why are we all on Shepherd’s service?” Jo mutters.

Everyone turns towards Amelia, as if she knows the reasoning behind her brother’s request. She just shrugs nonchalantly.

“Someone a little let down that they aren’t with Karev today?” Link nudges Jo playfully, and Jo feigns shock at the accusation, swatting at his shoulder.

As they enter the hospital, Amelia slows a bit behind the group, letting everyone else venture off ahead of her.

“Not excited about neuro?” She hadn’t realized Link had slowed down with her. “Not exactly my first pick either, but-”

“No, no,” she cuts in. “That’s not it.”

Link just stares at her for a moment, and Amelia almost feels scrutinized by it.

“Oh,” he continues. “Not excited about your brother, then?”

Amelia sighs, questioning to herself when they started getting so personal with each other. And then she cringes at the direction of her thoughts. Because maybe the getting too personal thing had started this morning, following the shower incident.

“That’s not exactly it, either.”

“Not exactly?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Okay, what’s with-”

“Amy Shepherd?!”

Both Link and Amelia turn around, following the voice that’s interrupted their conversation.

Mark Sloan is walking towards them full force, a huge grin on his face.

“Mark?!”

“Amy?!”

“....Amy?” Link mutters under his breath, chuckling at the nickname. And Amelia glances sideways at him in warning.

“The only person that still calls me that is Derek,” she raises her eyebrows at Mark, matching his grin.

“Well, Derek didn’t mention you were in town,” He finally approaches, and Amelia pulls him into a tight hug. They pull apart and Mark looks her up and down. “You look….different than the last time I saw you.”

“You look different, too,” she smirks.

Link looks between the pair curiously.

“And I’m not just in town,” Amelia adds as she steps out his embrace. “I work here now.”

“You work here?! Why didn’t Derek say anything…” Mark gets momentarily distracted by something, or somebody behind them. “Derek!” he yells. “Why didn’t you tell me your sister works here now?!”

Derek approaches, his demeanor reflecting his overall impatience. He completely disregards Mark’s question.

“Why do you people not answer your pages?”

“....And this conversation’s no longer entertaining. Catch up later?” Mark glances at Amelia a final time before stepping away. Then Derek turns towards his sister expectantly.

“When I requested you all on my service today, I expected punctuality.” He raises his eyebrows, and when Amelia offers no response, he continues. “I have a patient being admitted today. She’s had a sudden onset of seizures. We don’t know the cause. But we need to figure out the cause.”

There’s slight hesitation at his instructions.

“Okay, you! Dr….” his eyes shift down to glance over Link’s ID badge. “Dr. Lincoln. I want you to grab the rest of the interns and head to the library. Starting now, you all are in charge of research. Anything, I mean anything, you can find on this. Case studies, research papers, all of it. Just….find something for me.”

Link nods respectively, and he begins to turn towards Amelia.

“And Amy,” Derek’s eyes settle on hers, in an almost disdainful way. “You’re with the patient.”

Amelia is stunned for a moment, her mouth hanging open in disbelief.

“You want me to do what, exactly?” She steps forward towards Derek, who mutters under his breath in frustration. “Babysit your aneurysm? Because my time is worth way more than-”

“An aneurysm, is the last thing this is-”

“And what makes you so sure of that?!” She looks between his eyes incredulously.

“You think this woman’s just been walking around with a ruptured aneurysm-”

“I didn’t say ruptured-”

“Well if it’s not ruptured, she’d likely not have any symptoms at all, so your logic makes absolutely no sense.” Derek raises his eyebrows, like he’s won the argument.

“I’m just saying! I did a research paper on this. Similar case. Sudden onset of seizures. No prior history. But, this woman fell and-”

“I never said my patient had a fall.”

“Well did you ask her that?”

“Amy,” Derek breathes, exasperated. He tries to move around her, completely done with the conversation.

But she blocks his movements. And he gives her a blank stare. While Link stands off to the side, looking between the two uncomfortably.

“Derek.” She retorts, the frustration in her tone highly evident.

“Take my patient to CT. And then stay with her, while she gets transported to a room. You can manage that, right?”

Amelia bites her tongue, nodding numbly. She refrains from voicing everything she wants to say, and she tries to fight off the emotions that arise as Derek steps around her. She feels defeated. And small. Which was typical lately, following any interaction with her older brother. She curses herself for thinking it would be any different, now that she was here under specific circumstances. Professional circumstances. Hand picked for this surgical internship out of a large pool of equally impressive applicants. But it’s not different. If anything, it’s even more demoralizing, to be met with this discouragement both personally, and now professionally.

Derek steps away and she’s left standing there with Link.

“Your brother is….kind of a jerk.”

Amelia rolls her eyes, pushing past Link.

“Shepherd, wait-”

She ignores the way he calls after her, and she keeps walking. Because she has a patient now. A patient who needs a head CT.

_______

Link finds her about a half hour later. She’s walking from CT with a stack of scans in her arms. She nods a greeting at Link as begins walking with her.

“Hey! So, we've all been in the research library, could probably use your help-”

“I was right,” she says simply, shaking her head. “It’s an aneurysm. It’s tiny, but it’s there.”

Link doesn’t hold back his surprise. “Wow, how’d you-”

He’s cut off again when Amelia turns to him, forcing the scans over into his hands.

“What are you-”

“Make sure Derek gets these.”

“....You don’t want to hand them over yourself?” Link objects, trying to give them back to her. “Tell him you were right?”

“Nah,” she breathes, turning away from him. “I want off his service.”

Link comes to a halt in the middle of the hallway, watching her continue in the opposite direction. She turns around, facing him once more before she’s off again.

“Just please, hurry. He needs to see those now.”

_______

Several hours later, after her shift has ended, all Amelia wants is a peaceful evening. The first thing that comes to mind for her, when seeking this, is chamomile tea.

After changing into her sweats, which includes her favorite Harvard sweatshirt, she wanders down the hall to the kitchen to begin her evening routine.

The kitchen is dark, so she flips on one of the dim lights before she starts rummaging through the cupboards. To her left, from the balcony attached to the small kitchen, she can hear the sound of Jo’s exuberant laughter, mixed in with a couple of other voices.

A moment later, the sliding glass door is opening and Link is stepping inside. He slightly grimaces at the difference in volume to the quiet kitchen, as the voices outside get cut off with the door sliding shut again.

“Oh, hey,” he mutters, as he sets an empty beer bottle on the counter. “Didn’t know you were up. Are we being too loud?”

Amelia shakes her head, her focus still on her tea set-up.

She knows she’s being standoffish, and probably to Link’s notice, too.

“Weird day, huh?”

Amelia shrugs. And then realizes she has yet to say anything out loud here.

“Yeah, kind of.”

“You seem like someone….that would want to talk about it, no?”

Amelia smirks at this revelation.

“It’s a long story,” she murmurs, listening to the water in the electric kettle start to boil, and then the comforting sound gets interrupted by Jo’s laughter from outside. “Shouldn’t you get back out there, anyway?”

“Sounds like Lexie’s keeping her entertained.”

Amelia leans her back against the counter, peering across the kitchen at him.

“Derek….he’s not a jerk,” Amelia says simply. “I know it seemed that way earlier. But really, there’s more to it.”

Link shrugs, moving to lean against the opposite counter.

“It just seemed like he wasn’t taking you seriously. When you happened to be right, so. Maybe he should have.”

Amelia nods to herself.

“Do you have siblings?”

“No,” he chuckles. “Only child.”

Amelia grins. Something about this piece of information makes sense to her.

“I think sometimes it’s hard to....I don’t know,” she trails off momentarily. “Take the baby of the family seriously?”

It’s probably obvious to Link that there’s more to it. Reasonings that she’s conveniently leaving out. But he nods along with her explanation anyway.

“Anyway, I don’t want you to go on thinking my brother is some bad guy….” she mutters as she turns around to face the kettle again. “Because he’s not, he’s….one of my favorite people, actually, so.”

Link watches as Amelia starts drumming her fingers against the countertop, her eyes glued to the tea kettle.

He steps towards the fridge, because he’d originally come inside to grab another beer.

The kettle clicks off and Amelia’s fingers against the counter come to rest. She places a tea bag into her mug and pours some of the boiling water over it. She turns around just in time to see Link shut the fridge door, empty-handed.

“Aren’t you heading back out there?”

“Yeah, I just….” he gestures towards the kettle. “That looks pretty good, actually. Is there any left over?”

Amelia holds back her surprise, but quickly nods. She reaches over for another tea bag and hands it over to him.

“Knock yourself out.”

She watches Link hesitate, turning the packet over in his palms.

“It’s nothing fancy,” she grins. “Just use the water from the kettle.”

Link nods, reaching for a mug.

“I’m going to bed. Think you can handle it?” Amelia gestures towards the mug in his hands.

And Link rolls his eyes. “Yes, I’ve got it. Is it that obvious that I’m not really a tea guy?”

Amelia bites her lip, and shrugs, turning on her heels and back towards her bedroom.

“Goodnight, Amy.” She can hear Link snicker from the kitchen. And the use of the nickname causes Amelia to halt in her tracks. She slowly rounds the corner back into the kitchen.

“Don’t even.” Her voice is tight with astonishment. “Do you want me to start referring to you as Atticus? Because I will.”

The threat causes Link to falter only a little. And then he grins.

“Try again,” she mutters.

“Okay,” he’s laughing now. “Goodnight, Amelia.”

She thinks it’s the first time he’s said it out loud. Or called her by her first name at all. She’s been so used to hearing him refer to her as ‘Shepherd,’ that the sound of her first name falling from his lips actually stirs something inside her. She convinces herself that that’s it. That’s the reason it stuns her a little. It’s simply because she’s not used to it. Definitely has nothing to do with the fact that she enjoys the way it sounds.

She can’t help the smirk that crosses her face, as she repeats his sentiment. She turns back towards the hallway, an amused edge to her voice.

“Goodnight, Link.”

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amcliashepherds · 4 years

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in the amelink world we appreciate the parent word.

#amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #amelink #amelia and link #greys anatomy #greys abc #grey's anatomy #16x21 #caterina scorsone #15x17 #16x17 #merder #meredith x addison #meredith x derek #derek shepherd #lexie grey #lexie x mark #slexie

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Where We Might End Up - Lexie Grey x OC fanfic Chapter 1: Three Brothers and a Double Leg Transplant Case

Chapter 1: Three Brothers and a Double Leg Transplant Case

Four Months Ago

Seattle Grace Hospital wasn't that different from any other hospitals he's been. With its shiny floors and the combined smell of strong disinfectant and lemon air freshener permeating across the reception area, Eric Keaton still hadn't thought of any reason why and how, suddenly, some people he knew in New York chose to work at this hospital.

What's so special about it? He thought.

Eric continued to gaze around as he moved towards the reception desk. With his head stuck looking up the catwalk, he almost hit a group of interns rushing in towards the 'pit' - hearing one mumbled something about a multiple MVC and 'Nazi' — whatever that means. He swerved to avoid the running interns, yet failed, as he hit the last two, who seemed to be lagging behind with the rest.

"Apologies," Eric uttered.

The man gestured at him, muttering 'sorry' and waving his hand as the other, a woman, kept pulling the man's coat and asking him about something. Eric kept an eye on them as they walked away, observing the short-haired brunette who seemed to be familiar but shook it aside as he continued at the reception area. He returned his gaze to the two, their conversations echoing throughout the empty lobby.

"Just so you know, I-I won't tell them, I won't... won't tell them that you didn't pass—" The girl intern babbled, staggering beside the guy.

"O - kay... thank... you? I guess." The intern paused, shaking his head in confusion, "but really, you can tell them. It doesn’t matter." The guy talked and looked at his companion, continuing towards the emergency room, "How about you? Have you talked to Meredith about...?"

"W-why?" She chuckled nervously. "H-have you?" Their voices faded as they turned out of sight.

The receptionist called Eric and asked what he needed.

"Good... morning," Eric paused, shaking his head. He looked at the receptionist and continued, "Yes, uh, sorry, just... can you please point me towards the Chief of Surgery's office?"

As soon as the receptionist pointed the direction towards the office, a deep voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Keaton?"

Eric turned where the voice was coming from, and there stood two men, a black haired standing still, the other, the grey haired strutting his way towards him.

"Eric Keaton in the flesh," Mark blurted as he walked towards Eric, "What brings you here, man?" He said with a wide grin on his face. Typical Mark Sloan.

It has been years since Eric had seen Mark. The last time that he did, it was in New York, with Mark telling Eric how lucky Derek was, having Addison. Funny little thing, after a year, news had spread that Derek left New York because he saw Addie cheating with Mark.

Fast forward three years later, the two of them together, minus the woman that broke their friendship.

Eric offered a handshake that Mark made into a hug, "You don't shake your brother's hand, dumbass."

"Yeah, lord knows where they've been," Eric blurted out as he pulled out of the hug.

Mark stared at him, his arm on Eric's shoulder. His mouth gaped and then developed into a teethy smile as he punched Eric's arm, "Even I missed your snarky remarks!"

Mark paused and turned towards the dark haired man standing a few feet away from them. Eric turned and stared at Derek Shepherd as he made his way towards him and the gorilla who's squeezing him.

He had known Derek Shepherd longer than he had known Mark. When he saw Derek Shepherd at a conference in Oxford, Eric knew that he needed to train under him. And, he did. Eric went to New York and worked under Derek Shepherd's tutelage. There he met Mark Sloan - Eric gained a family with the two. It was a better time, he thought. It was a time where 'Addison and Derek', the perfect couple, were a thing; Derek and Mark were best friends and the only thing Derek was angry about Mark was when Mark would bring a stranger to family meals. Derek was essentially content and happy.

Now, Eric stared at Derek, looking at how the years had been cruel to the once content and happy neurosurgeon. He had been in a dark place — betrayal. Seattle Grace might have been the only thing that held him together.

Derek stood in front of him, hesitating, looking at Mark and then looking down the floor. He breathed deeply and finally looked at Eric. He raised his hand for a handshake. Eric shook his hand. Derek pulled a smile, nodded, and walked away towards the emergency room. Eric followed Derek with a stare, his brow arched slightly. He looked down as he continued to ponder.

"Not what you expect, kid?" Mark uttered as he turned and stood beside Eric.

"Yeah," He paused. "still waiting for his traditional lashing-out-and-damning-me-to-hell bit," Eric answered as he chuckled dryly. Mark stared at him as Eric looked at him and smiled.

"Well... for one, you didn't cheat with his ex-wife and flirted with his girlfriend when you got here," Mark said. Eric looked at Mark with furrowed brows.

"No, I just ruined his youngest sister's life," Eric said wryly.

Mark scoffed, "No, you didn't. You just dated the wrong girl."

"The worse thing you can do other than being caught in the throes with his ex-wife, is to sleep with his sister," He paused, "Which you did both - and sisterss" Eric emphasized, "you — did you tell Derek about –"

"not the conversation you want to share with him, if you wanted to live a happy life. Case in point..." Mark gestured his hand to him, "So... what brings you here in Seattle?"

- - - - -

Catwalk Outside Chief of Surgery Office

Meredith and Cristina were walking at the catwalk when Derek walked past them, brows deeply furrowed, ears flaming red.

"Hey," Meredith tried to call him, but Derek just glanced at her and continued walking inside the office.

"I don't think it's..." Derek's stern voice echoed at the corridor as the door closed.

"Well, he's having the time of his life," Cristina blurted out as they stopped.

Meredith turned back, pulling Cristina with her to watch through the office window.

Alex and George saw the twisted sisters camping at the cat walk. They walked closer to see why. Meredith glanced at the two who had just stopped.

"George!" Meredith lashed at her intern, "I told you to—"

"Still working!" He implied, raising the chart he's holding while his stare was shifting on the commotion inside the chief’s office and on the chart he’s holding.

"Who's the dude?" Alex asked as he ate a bag of chips.

Cristina cringed as the crisp sound from Alex's mouth was echoing right closely by her right ear. The crumbs were falling on her coat. Cristina grabbed the bag of chips from Alex and ate it obnoxiously in front of Alex as a retaliation. Alex made a face as he grabbed the bag back.

George looked away from the chart and stared past the window glass. He stared at the doctor who was dressed sharply, trimmed and tall. His dark hair is neatly combed. Eyes are brown and narrow, thick straight eyebrows and sharp cheekbones. The groove under his pointed nose are defined. And, his narrow lips remained stiff as Derek continued to argue with him. The scene reminded them of Mark when he first went to Seattle, with the neurosurgeon fuming with anger at his visit.

"That's...” George paused, looking up at the ceiling as he contemplated deeply, trying to remember the name. He'd read about him in a medical journal, along with a procedure he did that seemed like it came straight out of a sci-fi movie. “I think that’s... Dr. Eric Keaton. He pioneered the procedure on hand transplantation," He paused as he closed the chart he is holding, "I heard, he's bringing a patient here for a transplant surgery?"

"What? He's the Hopkins guy who did the hand transplant surgery?" Alex asked.

"No... I think he's from Mass Gen?" George argued.

"Yeah, but he did it when he's in Hopkins," Alex stressed. "Check your sources, O' Malley.”

"Wait — wait..." Cristina pulled Alex's arms as she continued, "you're saying... he's doing a leg transplant here?" Cristina paused, "We're doing a leg transplant surgery? The first leg transplant surgery like... in the country?!"

Mark walked slowly towards the group clumped at the catwalk. Their voices were mumbles from far away, and as he went nearer, Mark could hear what they were talking about. He approached them, with his hands crossed behind his back.

Cristina exclaimed, "Why is Shepherd not happy? Why he's not happy, Mer? He should be happy like... happy." She added, flapping her hands in excitement.

"So, tell me, doctors," Mark paused, standing behind Alex and leaning in, "When does standing and prying become your jobs?" He added.

The residents haven't noticed him as they continued peaking through the window, seeing Derek Shepherd arguing with Richard Webber and the new doctor.

"H-h-He's making big gestures, look?" Cristina blurted, pointing at Derek. "Oooh... he's angry. Last time I saw him like that was when he was arguing with the chief about Sloan." She then cackled.

Mark cleared his throat loudly to get their attention. When George saw Mark, he quickly grabbed his charts and bolted. Alex shifted his gaze to Sloan and tapped Cristina and Meredith on the shoulders.

"What?! stop it, Al—" Cristina stopped. Noticing Dr. Sloan, she fled. Alex followed Cristina.

Meredith watched as her friends ran away, confused at what's happening. She looked behind her and saw Mark Sloan settling beside her. She turned, looking back at the office.

"Are you going in?" Meredith asked Mark.

"Yes."

"What's going on, really?"

"You should ask Derek about that," Mark answered. He left Meredith and entered the office. Meredith decided to follow her friends and walked away.

- - - - -

It took another hour before the meeting was finished. It concluded with yelling and slamming of the office door as Derek walked out of the office.

"You brought him here!" Derek shouted at Mark, who's following Derek.

"Oh, come on! You are literally beside me when we saw him earlier." Mark paused, "It's not like you and I working in Seattle a damn secret.”

Both of them stopped in the middle of the catwalk as Derek paced.

"Why is he here?" Derek asked, glancing at Mark as he paced.

"He just said why. He needs our help," Mark replied.

"Why is he really here?" Derek emphasized, hands on his hips, still pacing.

"For the record, I didn't know any of this," Mark put his right hand on his waist, with the other, he gestured, "He said he asked Addison..."

"Addison?" Derek stopped pacing and looked at Mark.

"He told me... w-wait? What are you doing?" Mark asked as Derek pulled his phone to call Addison.

"Eric is here," Derek said over the phone, "I know, you know. Just — tell me why... n-no! I know that's not the only reason... just tell me... What?! Importan- Hello?" Derek put his phone inside his pocket, "She hung up."

"Richard already said yes to..."

"And I am saying no," Derek cut him.

"It's not yours to decide. It's a plastics case," Mark said, crossing his arms.

"Then, you are going to say no," Derek said as he walks away.

- - - - -

CT Room

"So, are you going to tell me about the new guy?" Meredith asked Derek as they were checking the CT results of a patient. Derek stared at the scans in front of him, arms crossed tightly on his chest, brows still furrowed.

"He's not the new guy. He's going to leave soon." Derek corrected her, his voice strained.

"Okay," Meredith said, waiting for Derek's answer.

Derek knew that she's just trying to help. He sighed, putting down his hand. Derek looked at her and said calmly, "He's... no one."

"Seeing you acting like that makes him not 'no one', Derek, who is he and why are you so angry at him?" Meredith continued, now she's the one crossing her arms.

Derek sighed as he stared at Meredith. A few minutes later, Derek gave no answer. Meredith looked at him, brows arching up as she waited.

"Fine, so, we're angry at him then?" Meredith leaned her head sideways, looking straight into Derek's eyes as he tried to look away. "Do I need to be angry at him, too?"

"No... I...” Derek stammered, “w-we are not doing this right now." He pulled out the scans from the viewer and walked away.

"What? What are we doing?" Meredith turned and looked at Derek as he walked out, "Derek?!"

- - - - -

Hospital Cafeteria

Mark kept his stare at Eric as they hang out at the cafeteria, his eyebrows arched. Eric glanced at Mark, noticing him staring for too long. He then stared back at the mug he's holding.

"Are you making a hole in my face?" He paused, "Or, Is Derek twisting your ass right now?" Eric asked while looking down, taking a sip of his tea.

"Nice choice of words." Mark sighed before continuing, "You are making a point, that it? That's why you're here?" Eric sighed. Mark continued, "Or — ah, a grand gesture." Mark slapped his legs as he added, "I did that too, went here in Seattle and, you know..." Eric gawked at him with a slight amused smile on his face. Mark noticed it and stammered, "W-what?"

"Good lord, you and your grand gestures," Eric said as he put down his cup on the table. He sighed deeply as he stared back at Mark.

"What? What?!"

"There's, a very thin line between your notion of grand gestures for your male friends and uh, something you do for... you know..." Eric paused, "just... no distinction if you’re doing it romanticaly or..." Mark glared at him as his mouth gaped, "I won't be shocked when there's talk about you and Derek being... more than..." He murmured to himself as he looked away.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"The things is...” Eric looked back at Mark, “I am not making a point. Is it difficult to believe that I'm asking for your help?" He added, "It could be if I'm only asking for your help."

"H-W... wh..." Mark stammered, brows furrowed. He gestured with disbelief, "I-I don't buy your excuse."

Eric sighed, as he stated, "Let's just — " He paused laying his hand on the table, "Let's assume I'm lying. Why did I come here if I could have the surgery done at Mass General instead? The fact that I got an entire division to back me up, a foundation, and one of the top five teaching hospitals in the country supporting me, instead I came here to ask help from two surgeons who work at a hospital that ranks 12th.

"Way to rub that salt in the wound, kid." Mark contemplated on his statement and leaned back on his on chair. He glanced at Eric as he sighed. "You have a point."

On the other side of the cafeteria, Callie walked towards Meredith, as she continued to stare at Mark and Eric.

"So, he's not... I mean, he's not like their love child, right?" Callie said, her voice breaking as she suppressed her laughter. Meredith looked at her, amused at the thought, "Right, but there's the similarity there. Maybe he's Mark Sloan's brother or something? Or Derek's..." Callie paused as Meredith stared at her, "Okay, I'm just gonna — I'm..." She lifted her tray and prowled towards Mark and Eric.

Callie stood just behind Mark Sloan, smiling awkwardly at Eric. She held her tray with her right hand and pulled Mark's scrub with her left. Eric stared at her as she pulled Mark's scrub and cleared her throat before adding, "Aren't you gonna introduce me or what?"

Mark turned behind him, "Yes, Dr. Callie Torres this is Dr. Eric Keaton," Callie and Eric shook hands, as Callie beamed. "Eric this is Callie Torres, Ortho." Callie put her tray on the table and sat beside Mark.

"Pleasure meeting you, Dr. Torres," Eric greeted.

"Wow, courteous. Soo... unlike you," She whispered to Mark.

Mark smiled as he continued, "He was... a colleague from New York."

"So, you two not related?" Callie asked Mark.

Eric heard her and answered, "No. There may be some similarities... but, I am in no way related to him.” Mark leaned away, scoffing, as Eric continued, “He's just my... teacher... They were my teachers."

"You... teaching?" Callie shot a disbelieving glance towards Mark. "When did you ever teach... I mean..." Callie stifled her laughter. Realizing she's talking to Mark with a stranger, she looked at the amused stranger sitting in front of them and stopped, "Word vomit." She whispered and paused; cleared her throat, sat down straight and continued, "So, you're on plastics?"

"Neuro." Mark answered with disdain.

"Oh, you worked under Shepherd." Callie pointed out, "That's more plausible." Mark glared at her.

"Yeah, you can say that. Mark..." Eric paused, looking at the irritated plastic surgeon, "...he's more a teacher in wordplay."

"Hey! I taught you some techniques in plastics, too, you ungrateful brat," Mark protested, "plastics and women."

"Women?” Eric snorted a laugh. “Please.” Eric countered. “If teaching about women means inviting me to every bar in New York instead of Derek since you’ll hear a scolding from him about how you sleep around, then you really thought me well, Sir."

"That's what I meant," Mark said with a smirk.

"So..." Callie hesitated to ask. She fixed her loosed hair and tucked it in her ear. "I just..."

"You want to know why Derek Shepherd is angry at me?" Eric filled in her words. “Aren’t we all?”

- - - - -

Present day Patient's Private Room

Dr. Keaton is standing beside the patient, with the patient's fiancé. The teams for the transplantation watched as Alex Karev presented the patient.

"Timothy St. John, 28... both legs were amputated due to traumatic injuries sustained in a car accident..."

"The procedure will involve two teams. One for each leg," Dr. Shepherd started explaining the procedure to the patient, "Both Dr. Keaton and I will connect the blood vessels under a microscope. While Dr. Torres and Dr. Sloan will be in charge with the bones, muscle and skin flaps. These are your teams."

"It seems half of the hospital... are here," Mr. St. John joked as he held his fiancé.

"Well, the procedure will need all the people we can get, Mate. Don't worry. You are in the most capable hands. Dr. Torres, Dr. Sloan and Dr. Shepherd are the best in their field," Dr. Keaton said.

- - - - -

Four Months Ago Surgical Skills Lab

The teams met the patient of the transplant surgery for the first time. Mark Sloan introduced the teams and explained the procedure. Callie and Eric also added the risks and challenges the patient would experience before, during and after surgery. Derek remained silent, staring at the patient and his fiancé who are just about to start their life. He clutched his hands as he felt frustration. He thought, there are so many things that could happen and the risks and consequences outweigh the benefits. He didn't want to be a part of a surgery that could stake young lives. Derek absentmindedly walked out of the room.

Eric followed Derek and saw him out at the hall. He was leaning on the nurses' station counter, hands turning white, as he clutched harder. Derek noticed Eric.

"You will not do the surgery, not here, in my hospital, not on my watch!"

"This is not. your hospital. You are not the one who will decide," Eric answered back. "Richard said yes."

"I will not be a part of this. Anyway you see it, this procedure is unethical..." Derek implied.

Eric scoffed, "Oh, please, you are not thinking about how this is unethical or not." He interrupted.

"...it's unethical and highly experimental." Derek emphasized.

"Doing a highly experimental surgery, never stopped you before," Eric said, "You are making this about Amelia."

Derek stopped and shot a glare at him. His face is turning red, "Yes! I am making this about Amy."

"Knew it."

"I am making this about Amy..." He paused, looking around as staff walked by, he gritted his teeth as he continued, "If I was there, I may damn well prevented her for doing that surgery," He blurted out with gritted voice.

"The surgery that brought back a mother and a wife to her family?"

"The surgery that took a toll on my sister's life that made her take drugs!" He shouted, "You may not see why you are to blame for what happened, but you are to blame! You. Put. That idea in her head."

"Doesn't it occur to you, that having no faith on your sister also took a toll?" Derek pushed him, hand clenching his shirt, trembling with rage.

"You don't get to talk to me about her," Derek warned. Mark and Richard saw them. Mark ran to them to stop them from fighting.

"What is going on here?!" Richard demanded. Mark pulled Derek off Eric.

"You are stopping this surgery, Richard. Or I'll walk," Derek said. Derek shrugged off Mark's hand. He then walked away, still steaming with rage.

- - - - -

A few days after the argument with Eric and Derek. Tests were administered to the patient. After the tests, Derek visited the patient's room and checked his vitals. He was looking at his chart when the patient woke up.

"Hey, I'm just checking at your charts here," Derek said, "How are you feeling?"

"Half awake," The patient joked, "Get it?"

"Doctor, I know you don't approve of this surgery. I can see it in your face. I would too — think it's impossible, but I was the one who pushed Dr. Keaton for this surgery," The patient paused. "You have a wife, Dr. Shepherd?"

"I do," He answered.

"Imagine, everyday she would wake up early to lift you in and out of your bed. Bathe you. Wipe you. Go to work. Cook for you. — That is not a life I wanted for her," He continued. "I was a manly man, Dr. Shepherd. I want to be the one who goes to work, who will lift her up. I want to walk with her. And that accident made me half of who I was, literally too." He chuckled, "I looked for a way to bring it back. And the only way I saw was Dr. Keaton. I asked him for help, but he wouldn't do the procedure without you. I asked him to transfer me here so I could change your mind, to see me, and empathize."

"It's a very complicated procedure..."

"If it means having to walk with my Liz, I'm willing to take the risk."

- - - - -

Present Day PACU

After the gruesome surgery that took more than half the day, they transferred the patient back to the recovery room for observation. The surgery was successful. The next step for the patient is intense observation and therapy. Dr. Keaton is standing just outside the room. Derek saw him and walked beside him.

"I have been thinking... you might have been right," Eric uttered without looking at him. Derek stayed staring in front, at the patient's room. Eric hesitated before he continued, "The first leg transplant that I did had gone horribly... bad. The patient rejected the limb, and uhm, we amputated it," He paused as he looked down at his fidgeting hands, "I, uh... did each procedure splendidly. But I became overconfident. I knew the patient was not entirely ready of what he would experience because of the surgery, but I did it anyway," He paused, "I learned... from it. After that, I decided not to do it again; to put anyone in that — torture." Eric looked up and stare at the patient inside the room, "St John, he pleaded for my help. I said no, over and over again. I told him I'm not at my best, and to do the surgery, I need the best neurosurgeon" Eric looked at Derek, "When I said I need you, I meant it. You're my mentor, and the best neurosurgeon that I know. If anyone would pull me back to earth, it was you... I'm very sorry about Amy. I believe in her because I know she's a great neurosurgeon." Eric paused as his voice broke. He cleared his throat and added, "...and I didn't think it would... I'm sorry."

Derek stared at Eric as he looked down on the floor. Derek tapped Eric's shoulder. Eric looked at him. He nodded and smiled at his former student — Derek's own way of showing his affirmation. Derek then walked away, leaving Eric.

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