Falling Apart, Barely Breathing

Chapter 9: Begin The Begin

Chapter 9: Begin the Begin

Meredith knew that this was one of the stupidest plans in the universe.

She knew she shouldn't have shrugged off Richard Webber's very kind attempts to get her to scrub in with him on a bowel resection.

She knew he was just trying to be kind to her and she believed him when Richard said that it wasn't even his idea to have her on the case to begin with but that he agreed with the other Attending's decision.

And yet, here she was, ignoring Richard Webber the way she always had growing up. Because despite what he wanted to believe, he was only her uncle, and he was certainly NOT her father.

Not that Thatcher Grey was much of a father to her either but that was way besides the point.

The point is, that Meredith is now following in what she rationalized to be her mother's footsteps. That is, if she could imagine her mother following through with this part though she knew her mother would never be caught dead flirting with a psychiatrist, no less.

But this wasn't really about the flirting and it wasn't really about the psychiatrist, either. It was about her friends getting their hands on the psychiatrist's chart for the 'delusional' patient that had come in last night.

The one who was a boy but who claimed to be pregnant so they'd 5150'd him just so they could take a closer look.

But Meredith and her friends did not want psychiatry to take a closer look at him. They wanted to be the ones to take a closer look at him.

And potentially diagnose and then operate on him.

To take out the - whatever - he was hiding inside of him.

So to make this all work as planned that's why Meredith was flirting with the boy psychiatrist right now.

And she'd like to think that she wasn't even doing too bad of a job at it, either.

"Ahem" Meredith clears her throat loudly while rapping her knuckles on the Psychiatry office window.

The boy psychiatrist looks up at her with a pencil in his mouth no less and frowns as he folds his papers onto his desk and moves closer to where Meredith is standing.

He opens the window, pencil still in mouth, as Meredith smiles at him and asks with her most flirty smile: "How 'you doing?"

His eyes widen suddenly as he looks down at Meredith's scrubs which are pulled all the way down to show off her cleavage and he takes the pencil out of his mouth with his hand while he waits for what Meredith is about to say to him next.

Meredith contemplates the rush of power she feels in her mind when she tries to seduce people - especially when she tries to seduce unsuspecting boy-men. Because Meredith likes to try her magic on people when she knows for sure she can win.

"You look good" Meredith continues her assault of compliments now as she attempts to make her eyes as dark and as seductive as humanly possible while also staring at her two friends Izzie and Cristina who is stealing a chart stealthily from the back of the psychiatrist's office.

"Come on, we're friends" Meredith continues as he swallows deeply before saying something back to her.

"What's my name" the psychiatrist challenges her.

Meredith simply tilts her head to the side with a smirk as she tries to glance down at his name embroidery quickly but before she manages to read it, he's covered it with his fingers.