Against the Odds

27

It has been two months since the shooting and Miranda felt a little bit better after going to therapy. She decided after the mandatory session for work to go to a real therapist for her life. It was eye-opening and she learned a lot of new things about herself.

Currently, she was pushing a cart through the grocery store and checking items off her list. Mia no longer wanted to do ballet anymore and joined the cheering team; it was summer conditioning and she apparently had to buy snacks for the team. She put a lot of healthy snacks in the cart before buying some junk food.

Scanning her list, Miranda turned the corner and bumped into another cart. She glanced up to apologize, but stopped, staring into a pair of brown eyes. He was very handsome she thought to herself.

"I'm sorry." The man said quickly.

"Uh no, that one was me. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." Miranda explained.

"No harm, no foul." He smiled and Miranda blushed. " Have we met before?" He asked, looking her up and down. "I know I've seen you somewhere."

"I don't think so. Probably not." She said quickly.

"We had to have. I could never forget a beautiful face like yours."

Miranda blushed and put her head down.

"You work at Seattle Grace?"

Yes, but it's Seattle Grace Mercy West now."

"I filled in as a trauma surgeon there a few years ago during Thanksgiving and I believe it was you who called me incompetent and a hazard to patients."

Miranda's face paled and she looked up quickly. She couldn't remember him and what he did.

"What did you do?" Miranda questioned trying to see if she could decipher what happened and If she remembered anything at all.

"Honestly It was my first day. I should have never been filling in because I didn't have enough experience. I was moving too slow and couldn't think of a treatment plan fast enough. You saved my ass and I'm grateful. You could have left a bad evaluation with my boss, but you didn't. Instead, you put in my file that I needed more training and I had the necessary skills to one day be a great doctor. I never forgot that."

Miranda nodded, she remembered him now. A man came in with a knife in his stomach and he was moving too slow for her liking. She didn't stop to realize that he could have been new. He did everything right he was just taking too long to process his steps.

She stood listening as he talked trying to remember his name.

"I tried to come back and thank you for that with roses and a gift card. I was also going to ask you out because even though you fussed me out like no one had ever done before you were, are beautiful." He changed and she swore her face must have been absolutely red.

"I came into the ER and looked around for you. You walked by in light blue scrubs and I remembered staring at you. I was getting ready to approach you, but this male doctor stopped me and said "I wouldn't do that if I were you, and plus she's married"."

"He was saving you." She laughed lightly. "I was married and wasn't the nicest person back then."

"Back then, so what are you now?"

"I would like to believe that I'm nice or nicer."

"And married?" He questioned.

"Yes, but divorcing."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I'm Dr. Miranda Bailey." She smiled extending her hand.

"Dr. Zachary Anderson, a pleasure to officially meet you." He grinned taking her hand. "I did leave the flowers and gift card for you though. Did you ever get it?"