souls intertwined, greys anatomy

chapter one - the invaders

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CHAPTER ONE!

the invaders

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Grief is a funny thing.

Funny in the way that it can look different on everyone. It can consume a person, making them burn on the inside so violently that it feels like their chest has been sliced open and their heart ripped right out. Grief follows them, like a shadow that swallows them whole. Losing someone you love can almost make you lose yourself: trying to fathom how to continue in the world without someone who used to make it better. Grief is something that can kill you.

Or it can make you laugh.

The latter applied to the group of six residents when they had sat for their friend, George O'Malley's, funeral.

Everything in their lives had been going fine. Fine until Izzie got cancer. Fine until a bus crashed. Fine until their friend died.

So now nothing was really fine, but they had to be. Especially since now that Seattle Grace was merging with their rival hospital, Mercy West, and all their jobs were now in jeopardy to some douches with orange scrubs – one of whom was now putting their things in their dead friend's cubby.

"I said take it out."

Noah Peters looked up from his own cubby at the sound of one his best friend's demanding tone. A girl with a red pixie cut was the orange scrub douche who was placing her things in George's cubby. His own heart stung as he saw the cubby being filled with unfamiliar things, but said nothing. He knew Izzie could handle herself.

"Great. I get the crazy one next to me." Pixie cut girl said to her friend in an irritated tone, and it set Izzie off.

"Oh, you want to fight? 'Cause I will," Izzie began, standing up, and Noah thought that this was the best time to intervene.

"Izzie," he said, walking forward, placing his hand on her shoulder. Izzie shook it off.

"I will fight you. You're pretty tiny." Izzie ignored Noah, but thankfully, Izzie's husband, Alex, walked in at that very moment and began holding her back. Everyone had stopped to stare at them.

"I could take you down in just a couple of seconds. Come on!"

Alex pulled Izzie away and out of the room, leaving the pixie cut girl and her friend to laugh in surprise in her wake.

This time, it was Noah who walked towards the two orange scrub girls, but since he was a lot taller than them, he towered over them with his arms folded when he began to speak.

"Just so you're aware, and know this while you're laughing at 'the crazy one' – that cubby belonged to our friend, who died a month ago. He should be here today with us, but he's not. It should've been his things in there instead of yours. So yeah, there's a reason we kept this cubby empty, if you'd have had enough decency to ask. But you didn't, so we now know what that says about you."

Noah felt satisfaction rise through his chest when the two girls' mouths both fell open slightly and embarrassed looks washed over their faces. Something about Noah Peters was that he was going to always defend his friends, through thick and thin. Knowing he had gotten the better of them made him feel slightly about everything, and he walked away without another word.

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"They're locusts. Comfortable locusts, feeding on our surgeries." Meredith said bitterly in her hospital bed. She had been stuck there ever since she had donated part of her liver to her alcoholic father. And now everyone was gathered in her room eyeing the new Mercy Westers with distaste.