No Time | Grey's Anatomy // Book 1 // COMPLETED |

57 | The Pants Are Coming Off

"Where do you want this?" I asked as I helped Cristina and Meredith carry a table into the room that was being used for Callie's baby shower.

Arizona turned to us, "What's that for?"

"Scrapbook station." Mark replied as he rummaged through a box, "Put it next to that box with the glitter pens."

Nodding, we began moving the table. However, before we could get very far, Arizona stopped us. "Oh, no, no, no." she held her hands out, "Don't put it anywhere. We're not having a scrapbook station."

Sighing, the three of us set the table down. "You heard Callie this morning." Mark turned to Arizona, "She wants us to go all out. Move the table."

Picking it up again, Arizona stopped us, "No, don't move the table. Mark, this isn't a scrapbook station kind of shower."

"You're wrong." Mark told her as we set the table down...again, "Yang, tell her. Torres wants all the girlie stuff...games, onesie decorating."

"I have a patient," Cristina told him.

"Grey?" Mark asked.

Meredith shook her head, "I can't get over the fact that you know what onesie decorating is."

Mark threw the undecorated baby clothing onto a table, "I've been boning up. That's what you do for the people you love."

"Oh, bite me, Mark." Arizona snapped, picking up on the direction to whom Mark's comment was aimed for.

Just then, Callie entered the room, "Oh, what's going on? Are you guys fighting again?"

"Did you want a scrapbook station?" Arizona asked.

"Oh, yeah. Of course. It's not a real shower if you don't get to take home a scrapbook." Callie nodded as Mark smiled, "Ohh, we should have glitter pens!"

Mark shot another look to Arizona, silently telling her that he was right and she was wrong. Taking this opportunity, Cristina, Meredith, and I all ducked out to attend to our patients and actually do the job we were hired to do. On the way to the nurse's station to pick up the charts that we needed, Meredith and I overheard Tarik talking to someone on the phone. "No, you can't. Because if you quit and move here, you'll get depressed and start to hate me." he spoke into the device before noticing us, "Look, I have to go. Just...please stop calling. Good-bye."

Hanging up the phone, Tarik turned to us, "Sorry. The boyfriend thing is a little more complicated than she can handle."

Meredith nodded, "So you two are still together or-"

"No. Why?" Tarik asked.

"Well, we require the caretaker to be a full-time resident of the state of Washington," I explained.

Tarik nodded, "I know that."

"Okay." Meredith told him, "I mean, it's a big commitment. And it may not feel like it now, but six months from now, a year down the road...it can get overwhelming. And if you think you might move back to London, if there's even the slightest chance, you need to let us know."

Tarik stepped closer to us, "Look, when I came out to my family, my mother stood by me, she loved me. And I know that may not seem like a big deal to you, but in my family, where we come from, being gay isn't something people just come to accept after a while. It's a crime, and-and people die because of it. And-and my father refused to deal with it, so he left. He got a new wife, and my mom lost everything. This-this is the least I could do for her. I'm committed to this trial."

Meredith and I nodded, "Okay."

"I say he's totally gay," Lexie told us as we decorated onesies later that day at Callie's shower.

"Well, if he were gay, then why would he ask April out?" Meredith asked, and I caught on that they were talking about Stark.

Lexie scoffed, "No straight guy waits a whole month before making a move."

"Maybe he has herpes," Cristina suggested.

"Maybe he's still a virgin too." I chuckled.

Alex, who had just sat down with us, shook his head, "Neither of those things would stop a guy, I vote gay, too. I just wish he was into me, then I could be in all his cool surgeries, too."

April looked up at us, "He's not gay, he doesn't have herpes, I wouldn't care if he was still a virgin, and I'm not using him to get cool surgeries. We have a lot to talk about, okay? He's really interesting once you get to know him."

Alex nodded, "Which is why she's taking her pants off for him tonight."

"What?" Cristina, Meredith, Lexie, and I all asked, turning our heads to face April.

"She's going to his place." Alex added, "'From Here to Eternity' is playing on cable."

Cristina smiled, "Oh, yeah. Pants are definitely coming off."

"Nobody's pants are coming off." April denied.

"Movie at his place." I turned back to my onesie which I was creating a doctor's coat with glitters pens on, "That's the definition of pants coming off."

"Virgin's a goner." Cristina giggled.

Lexie nodded, "And with an older man, too. It's very impressive."

"I am not taking my pants off for Stark!" April shouted and almost everyone in the room turned to her.

April put her head down as Christina looked at Meredith's onesie, which was just a splatter of different colours. "Oh, my god. That is so ugly," she commented.

"Are you still blind?" Lexie asked.

"I like it." Meredith said, "It's abstract."

Alex held up his onesie, which he had drawn our blue outfit on with a blue marker, "Check it out. Scrubs."

"Yes, I will do a consult now," Lexie said loudly as she stood up and took off with Jackson.

"You're not fooling anyone," April yelled at them.

Sighing, I threw my glitter pen down on the table, "It's so strange. All of a sudden I want to draw dead people on this onesie."

Meredith turned to me, "You don't need him."

"Yeah." Cristina added, "What Meredith said. Just fill in what I'm saying right now with some empowering shit that's supposed to help you get over him, but in reality, just makes you want to sit alone in bed with a tub of ice cream and some terribly directed romance movie."

"Thanks." I faked a smile, "You really know how to cheer a girl up."

After the shower, Tarik had come to find Meredith, Derek, and I. "I left my phone when I went to the cafeteria." he explained, "she saw Gavin's name, so she picked up. Please. You can't let her do this."

"We'll talk to her. Don't worry." Meredith assured him.

As we entered Sonya's room, we saw her packing a suitcase. "What's going on, Sonya?" Derek asked.

Sonya turned to us, "I'm not doing the trial. I'm sorry if I've wasted your time."

"Mom, just listen to him," Tarik begged.

"I don't have to." Sonya said, "I'm going home, and you're going to London. It's done."

Derek stepped forward, "Sonya, you were chosen from hundreds of applicants, and this surgery...I can't guarantee anything...but it could help. There won't be another opportunity like this."

"I'm sorry." Sonya told us, "I've made up my mind. Please take me off your list."

"She's not lucid, Dr. Shepherd." Tarik turned to us, "This is just the Alzheimer's. She's already consented."

Sonya threw down a shirt, "My name is Sonya Lela Amin. I was born Sonya Beshari. My parents were Ahmed and Saleemeh Beshari. I live at 3105 River Road. I spent the last Thanksgiving with the Simmonses, but three years before, I was in London with Gavin, who did not break up with you. You broke up with him...last week when I got on the trial. You did that for me, and that makes me very proud. I raised a good son." Sonya stepped towards Tarik and cupped his face with her hands, "You are a good son. Go back to London. Be with Gavin."