Charlie Miller and Derek Shepherd are both neurosurgeons with massive egos, they constantly clash and argue in and out of the OR. The tension between them is very strong and disruptive for themselves and everyone around them. What happens when they...
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As Izzie and I continued chatting, the tension from my dream slowly dissipated. We shared secrets and fears, finding solace in each other's company. It was a rare moment of levity in the midst of our demanding lives at the hospital.
After she left and i went back to sleep, and worried about the secret that i had just shared.
God I hope that she doesn't tell anyone.
But Izzie, being Izzie, couldn't keep a secret. She whispered it to Meredith, who whispered it to Cristina. And suddenly, my dream was the hospital's hottest gossip. Nurses exchanged knowing glances when I walked by, and even the janitor gave me a suggestive wink. I was mortified.
The quiet hum of the break room was disrupted by the sudden entrance of a man who seemed to embody both charm and annoyance. Derek sauntered in, his gait exuding confidence and his smirk infuriatingly perfect, as if he had just solved a complex differential equation. My heart raced at the sight of him, my pulse fluttering like a hummingbird's wings.
"Grumpy," he drawled, emphasizing the nickname that only he dared to use for me, causing me to blush at the memory of the nickname from my dream. "I heard you had a dream about me."
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Shut up."
Derek leaned in, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Was it a dream about brain surgery, Charlotte? Or was it more... neurotic?"
I sputtered, nearly spilling my coffee. "You're insufferable."
He flashed me a grin, his dimple winking mischievously. "Maybe I should examine your brain. You know, for science."
My face felt hot enough to rival a Bunsen burner.
"Look at your dreams," he said, leaning even closer. "Especially the ones that involve on-call rooms."
I resisted the urge to slap him and instead took a deep breath, mustering my best deadpan expression. "Derek, if you don't back off, I'll make sure your next surgery involves a banana and a rusty scalpel."
He chuckled, a sound that always managed to confuse me—a mix of amusement and irritation.
My brain raced, and I had to take another deep breath. "You're a jackass, Derek Shepherd."
For a moment, we just stood there, not saying anything. The silence lingered between us, thick with unspoken words. Then, Derek broke it with a soft sigh.
"Don't worry about it, grumpy—"
"Don't call me that."
He smirked. "See you later." before walking out of the room.
I watched him leave, my heart still racing from our exchange. It was moments like these that made working with him so unbearably frustrating.
I finished my coffee and gathered my things, ready to face whatever chaos awaited me in the operating room.
