I Wanna Be Yours

"Chapter 3"

Meredith Grey is hating this day with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns.

Okay, maybe only a hundred, but she hates New Interns Day.

She hates the stares and the whispering, the looks and the snickers that seem to follow her everywhere she goes. Last year, before her board certification, she just scheduled a very complex tumor resection, and spent the day in the OR. This year she doesn't have that luxury. She's stuck with a brat who thinks the world revolves around her and has no clue what real life is all about outside of her pageant bubble.

Stupid rhythmic gymnastic, or whatever her talent is.

Pageants! So many good neurons thrown to the wind

Maybe she should have agreed with Steven, Thomas or whatever the guy's name was this morning when he suggested another round. Yeah, she should have caved. Instead, she gave him the 'when I'll come back, you won't be here' speech, and he left, tail between his legs.

He seemed like a decent guy though, of course one who isn't so used to one-night-stands like she is, and he was decent in bed. Or maybe she had the one tequila too many that makes everyone decent, she honestly doesn't care.

Meredith rubs the bridge of her nose, leaning back in her chair, studying the small cubicle she calls her office. In this case, she's glad her mother treated her like any first year fellow, though she's basically the one running the department. It's not like she needs her office much, unless it's for paperwork, so a closet-sized room is more than enough. It fits her desk and a couple of cabinets, two lockers, one for her clean scrubs, one for a change of clothes, her laundry basket, and a window. She doesn't need anything else, really.

There's a knock on her door, and for a second she hopes it's a ten car pile up on the freeway, then she feels bad for wishing harm on innocent people.

"Meredith," her mother's voice cuts through her thoughts, and the door closes with a warning slam.

She grumbles a greeting before she lifts her eyes from her paperwork. Today she doesn't have the energy to fight with her too. Interns are worse than kindergarten kids.

"I had a really interesting conversation with Mr. Bryce five minutes ago," Ellis states, seething, though she looks perfectly put together and confident.

"I probably had the same conversation fifteen minutes ago, only mine was surely filled with more colorful terms."

"Dr. Grey, I'm not amused."

"Don't you think I'm doing the best I can here, Dr. Grey?" Meredith spats, unable to help herself. "Every single test came back clean. She's driving me crazy!"

"I can ask someone else to take the case."

Meredith snorts. "Right."

"Dr. Grey!"

"Admit it, no one else can solve it, Chief."

Ellis takes a deep breath, willing herself not to snap, even though Meredith knows she's just one step away from it. "I have no idea how could I raise such a brat."

Meredith's eyes turn stony, blazing. "If you want to see a brat, go to the room where Mr. Bryce's daughter is staying. You'll have a field day."

"Meredith!"

"I'm doing the best I can. I'll figure it out. Now, if you excuse me," Meredith motions to somewhere outside of the door.

Ellis remains stunned for a second, as Meredith goes back to her paperwork, ignoring her. She stomps out of the room, and only then Meredith lets out a shaky sigh.