A Fight to Remember

You're My Person Pt. 1

A/N: This chapter is a little different. Prepare for some different viewpoints here, as I fill in some gaps and push us forward at the same time! Also, just to clarify the entire Shepherd family has moved back into the dreamhouse, Julian and B.D included. Owen and Amelia are staying at the trailer.

Picking up from where we left off...

Enjoy!

That Night.

Rebecca:

I trudged along in the woods, cursing the darkness, cursing my pager, and my damned curiosity. Why was I doing this for some intern? But he wasn't just any intern. He was Bailey. Bailey was... well, I didn't really know what he was...

March 12 2034: (After Spring Break)

Hurtling through the hallway with my fifty pound Ethics textbook, I was trying not to be late. I turned the corner sharply and hit something hard. Papers went flying. My textbook thunked, my bookbag slipped down my arm and I fell back, losing my balance.

But as I tipped, someone caught me.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry," the owner of the converse sneakers said. My gaze traveled up khaki pants- "wasn't watching-," green Dartmouth hoodie- "where I was going-," light freckled complexion, and intense grey green eyes capped with flyaway curly blonde locks. I blinked while he steadied me.

"It's fine," I shook my head. "I'm okay," I blushed and looked down, papers littered the floor. "Oh, let me help you," I bent down and scooped up the papers.

"Thanks," he blustered.

"Alzheimer's research, huh?" I asked, noticing the subject.

"Uh... yeah." He half smiled, but it was insincere.

"That's demanding. Term paper?"

"Uh, ah no, it's... for a friend."

"You have a friend with Alzheimer's?" I asked, thinking it was sweet that he was researching to help someone else.

"His mom..."

"Oh. Oh here," I shuffled the papers into a neat stack.

"Thanks," he shrugged, but there was something about him.

"I'm Rebecca," I said, handing him the papers.

"Oh. Uh... Bailey."

Bailey. Wait. "Bailey Shepherd?" As in the son of Shepherd and Grey? Two of the most notable surgeons in the last decade? "Seriously?"

"That's me," he nodded, shoving his papers under his arm and handing me my bag. "Um- I should-," he thumbed down the hall.

"Yeah, class."

"Class, yeah. See you."

"See ya," I whispered as he breezed past me.

Later that night I saw him at the bar. Alone, slouched in his stool, a small pyramid of empty scotch glasses at his side.

"Tequila," I said to the bartender. "Hey," I said to Bailey, "Come here often?" I smirked.

He smirked back. "Cheeeesy," he replied, swallowing a burp. Ok, he was definitely drunk. He blinked at me, "V'we met?"

He didn't remember? "Rebecca. We met in the hall this morning." I knocked back my shot.

"Oh," he nodded with recognition. Srry, lotinmyhead."