Cassandra

48 Hours...

The game. They say either a person has what it takes to play, or they don't. My mother was one of the greats. Me, on the other hand...I'm kinda screwed.

I rolled over in my bed and cracked my eyes open to stare at the clock.

"Damn it!" I nearly shouted before springing from my bed and into the joined bathroom. My sister and I were living in the house we grew up in and we're getting ready to sell it. I quickly put on my jeans and a top before rushing to her room. "Mer..." I dropped my sentence when I saw her not slept in bed. "Mer?" I started going through the house trying to find her when I saw her in the living room. Naked. "Mer, OH MY GOD!" Meredith was standing wrapped in a blanket over a naked man about to hit him with a pillow, which wasn't needed now. He grunted, waking up and lifting up her bra.

"This...is...?" he said before Meredith grabbed it from him and smiled at him.

"Humiliating on so many levels. You have to go." She told him.

"No kidding. I've now seen more of both of you than I ever wanted to see." I chimed in and she gave me a look.

"Why don't you just come back down here and you disappear so we can pick up where we left off?" he asked her.

"No, seriously. You have to go." She told him.

"We're late. Which isn't what you want to be on your first day of work, so mystery man needs to disappear while you shower and get ready." I told them.

"So, ah, you actually live here?" he asked her.

"No." She said and I shook my head before going to the kitchen and getting the coffee started. I made myself some toast. My toast was ready when my sister walked in hurried. I handed her her coffee mug and we walked out the door.

"Is the mystery guy gone?" I asked her when I didn't see his car.

"Yes, you can stop being so weird now." She told me in a mood.

"Oh come on." I said smiling at her. "Today is a good day."

We talked the rest of the way to Seattle Grace Hospital before being met by the Chief of Surgery, Dr. Richard Weber. Dr. Weber walked us to am OR and we all walked in and looked around.

"Each of you comes here hopeful. Wanting in on the game. A month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors. Today, you are the doctors. The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you."

Like I said. I'm screwed.

After the rest of the tour, we were taken to the locker room to change into our pale blue scrubs.

"Okay. Martin, Robinson, Bond, Parkins." A doctor called out. Meredith and I were waiting to be called with our group of fellow interns.

"Only six women out of twenty." Meredith commented.

"Yeah. I hear one of them's a model. Seriously, like that's going to help with the respect thing?" another intern said.

"Bottom of the food chain and a model?" I asked. "There is no respect." The doctor called more names and we listened before continuing to talk.

"You're Cristina, right?" Meredith asked her.

"Which resident you assigned to? I got Bailey." Cristina told us.