Doing The Dance (Jackson Avery Fanfic)

three

2014

"Doctor Hunt? Your 10:30 appointment is here" A woman said, knocking on the chief of surgery's door.

"Send her in" I heard Owen Hunt's familiar voice say. I walked in and smiled. I wished it wasn't so windy in Seattle, because it had blown my hair around crazily. I'd tried my best to fix it in the bathroom and I hoped it was okay.

"Hi Doctor Hunt, I'm-"

"Taylor Dawson?" I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"You remember me?" Doctor Hunt nodded.

"Of course, how could I forget one of our most memorable patients?" I smiled again.

"Well, I'm pleased to announce I'm not here as a patient this time around" I pulled a piece of paper out of my bag and handed it to him. He looked confused at first but took it and read it over.

"Your resume?" I nodded.

"I need a job. And I wondered if maybe you had one available. I know that you have a group of third-year residents from an intern intake. I was hoping to join them" He read over my resume again.

"Wow, this is impressive Taylor, very impressive. I guess I should call you Doctor Dawson though. Does this mean you're cancer free?" I shook my head.

"I'm not but I get monthly PET scans and so far the cells in my body are shrinking, not growing, and not spreading. It's as good as bad news can get. It's never interfered with my residency and I've even been able to assist in some pretty cool surgeries in LA" I said.

"Well as you know we recently had to farewell one of our residents Shane Ross, as well as Cristina Yang. And we have had another resident leave the program so I'm looking to fill two positions. I have to say, you are very impressive Doctor Dawson." I smiled.

"Obviously I'd have to talk it over with the attendings and the board, now that it's made up of a lot of my chiefs" I nodded, knowing all about the buying of the hospital from the victims of the plane crash and the Harper Avery foundation. Seattle Grace Mercy West was now Grey Sloan Memorial in memory of Lexie Grey and Mark Sloan who died in the crash. I was saddened at that because Mark Sloan was one of my favorite doctors here when I first started coming to this hospital. I shook off the memories and smiled at Doctor Hunt again.

"I understand. I just want to say that I'm grateful to be considered, considering this is the place that made me want to become a doctor in the first place" He smiled warmly at me.

"Thank you, Taylor- sorry Doctor Dawson. I'll be in touch" We shook hands and I walked out of the office, making my way through the hospital with my head down until I got to where I needed to go. I knocked on the door and heard someone call back 

"Come in"

"Doctor Shepherd?" I asked, coming face to face with Derek Shepherd, who definitely remembered me as soon as he looked at me.

"Taylor Dawson?" I smiled and nodded.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm in my third year of residency and I heard Grey Sloan had some openings so I just dropped my resume in with Chief Hunt" He beamed a proud smile at me and hugged me.

"Awesome! How's your health?" I stopped with my own smiling, his dropping too.

"Actually that's why I'm here. Something's not right. It's been pretty contained in my liver recently but I can feel my head slowly slipping. I haven't had an MRI or anything but I'm certain there's a tumor"

"And you came here for me?" I nodded.

"There's only one person I'd ever want inside my head, and it's you. Plus I miss Seattle and thought working at the hospital that saved my life would be kind of cool" He nodded.