Speak Now - d. shepherd (c.s)

three

this chapter is based on season 1 episode 1 - A Hard Day's Night

July 1st, 2006

All of the interns were in the dressing room, changing into their scrubs for the first time.

The Grey sisters were in the dressing room with the rest of the interns, side by side, like on so many other occasions in their lives, to Meredith's right was a woman of Korean descent with whom the eldest Grey struck up a conversation.

"Only seven women out of twenty?" 

The Korean-descent woman, whom Becca had told her sister was named Cristina while at the mixer, replied "Yeah, and I hear one of them is a model. Seriously that's going to help with the respect thing?"

Becca and Meredith shared a look and Becca couldn't help but comment "Well at least her loans must be paid off by now." 

Meredith smiled at her sister while Cristina looked at her in slight disbelief, "Uh, respect is more important than loans." Cristina replied challengingly to which Becca paid no mind, knowing fully well that people had different opinions.

"Which resident are you two assigned to? I got Bailey" Cristina asked after a moment of silence between the three, as names were called out.

"Nazi." the sisters replied in eerie sync, Meredith standing up while Becca quickly finished tying her tennis shoe laces. 

"You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right?" an overly enthusiastic male voice claimed, bringing all three women's attention to him, Meredith was kinda freaked out, Cristina was impassive and Becca merely shot a glare at the man for interrupting their talk.

"I'm George... O'Malley. We met at the uh, mixer, you had a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals..." he continued as he neared the trio, his eyes locked on Meredith, making Cristina and Becca share a look that screamed creep while Mer looked at her feet. 

"And now you think I'm gay." he muttered out loud but clearly meant for himself himself. 

Cristina left the small group and Becca was quick to stand up and follow, gently tugging on her sister's finger and she got up to let her know.

An action she used to do when they were both little and wandering around the hospital while their mother worked.

"It's just that you were very unforgettable." George stammers, while Meredith looked at him with an amused look on her face, though it did not reflect how she felt inside.

Thankfully their names were the next ones to be called out which meant that they just followed the instructions of the doctor who was calling to where their resident was, their view of Dr Bailey. The Nazi was a short, black well-accentuated woman, who did not by any means look menacing enough to have been nicknamed the Nazi.

"That's the Nazi?" Cristina questioned gobsmacked, just like her fellow interns. 

"I thought the Nazi would be a guy." George commented as he came up behind Meredith who was following her sister and Cristina.

"I thought the Nazi would be..." the eldest Grey started allowing the youngest to finish "The Nazi."

A rather pretty female intern, who was clearly the model intern, walked rapidly beside the quartet and commented rather pretentiously "Maybe it's professional jealousy. Maybe she's brilliant, and they call her Nazi because they're jealous. Maybe she's nice."

Of course, this prompted Cristina to snort unamused "Let me guess. You're the model." The said blonde turned to the Korean-descent woman and shot her a sharp look before she quickly quirked her lips into a people-pleasing smile as she looked at Dr. Bailey.

"Hi, I'm Isabel Stevens, but everyone calls me Izzie." she introduces herself, extending her hand forward for her resident to shake.

Something that the short woman does not, instead, the Nazi looks her up and down before starting in a bossy tone that indicated that she was indeed their boss "I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change."

The Grey sisters snorted quickly in laughter as Izzie's smile fell off her face.

"Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two." Bailey continues as she points over to the objects on the bench, silently telling them that they have to pick one of each up.

"Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, the bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop, and don't complain!"

She tells them already walking away from them at a fast pace that they found hard to catch up to while mentally wondering how someone as short stature as she was could be so damned fast. They walked across a bridge that allowed them to peer outside, were they not scared of losing the Nazi from their line of sight. 

Bailey quickly opened a door that once the light was on, showcased a couple of bunk beds, "On-call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying."

"Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woken me for no good reason, we clear?"

Everyone kept quiet while Becca nodded slightly, mentally writing down these rules, her sister slowly raised her hand in question, making their attending look at her and prompt her to speak "You said five rules. That was only four." 

Becca rolled her eyes at her sister's stupid statement and couldn't help but shake her head ever so softly when she caught her sister's blue eyes. 

Bailey herself seemed to not have expected Meredith to make such a statement because she stared at the eldest Grey like she was a pesky fly, that was until her pager went off, making her pick it up and quickly glance at the tiny monitor. 

"Rule number five. When I move, you move." she told them before dashing out of the room and making the intern follow her quickly once more.