𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 | "That's Nicolette, most people judge her by rumors and untrue words. Beside her, that's Mark Sloan, your local man-whore of the hospital. But somehow he changed his ways for her."
A story, in which, 𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦...
┏ ┐ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ iii. Ferryboats └ ┛ APRIL THIRD, 2005 6:16 A.M. CAB TO SEATTLE GRACE HOSPITAL
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NICOLETTE SOMMERSON WAS SAT inthe backseat of a cab, drove by a man who looked to be in his seventies (She was surprised he was driving people around at this age, but hey, good for him.) She focused on swiping her lipstick on without smearing it. She then adjusted her blue barre that she had gotten as a Christmas gift a few years back from a friend.
Traffic was loud that morning. People were driving crazily, which was normal for Seattle. Her ears rung with the noise of a motorcycle. She glanced out the window to reveal a woman she knew driving the motorcycle. She smiled at the helmet that Cristina now wore (Only because Meredith and Nicolette convinced her to.) Making a mental note to tell Cristina she saw her, the woman looked out the window on the other side of her, noticing a Ferryboat.
A genuine smile fell on her face. She loved Ferry's as a kid. She'd love to drag her Aunt Astrid on them, even when they were busy, as always convinced her Aunt. Nicolette missed her. And her warm hugs. And her lectures about boys. And even her obsession with cheesy rom-coms.
Astrid Sommerson was the only parental figure Nicolette had, considering that her Father was unknown and her Mother... Well, left her.
"We're here, miss," the older man informed Nicolette, snapping her out of her haze. She looked up at him, "Thank you."
He turned in his seat to look at her. "Of course," he smiled. She returned the gesture and opened the door.
Slinging her backpack over her shoulder, she noticed George. Nicolette walked to his car as he stepped out. "Hi, George." He jumped at the noise of her voice. "Oh, god, you scared me, Colette."
"Sorry. So, how was your morning?"
George shut his car door and gave the girl a weird look, "Why are you asking me that? You never ask me that?"
Nicolette's face fell, "I'm trying to be a good goddamn person! Okay?"
"Okay, Okay."
"Where's your stethoscope?"
"Oh shit! Stay here, I left it in my car."
Nicolette watched as her friend ran to his car to search for the forgotten item. She laughed when he came running back with it, shooting him a thumbs up. He then ran beside her and they resumed conversation.
"Who is that?"
Her eyes trailed to where George was gazing. "That's Cristina. Have you never seen her on her motorcycle?"
