a/n: this is a greys anatomy au so if you aren't familiar with the show (which i HIGHLY recommend) then you basically just need to know that attendings are like bosses of everyone but the chief, and interns are...interns. :)
"That was fun, right? Like you had fun?"
Mare scoffs. "Fun? That wasn't just fun, that was amazing."
"Great. Good."
Maven pulls his shirt over his head, standing up and breathing heavily. He starts to speak, but Mare throws his coat at him.
"Your ID." She hands him the plastic enveloped card, hospital standard. "Not that you need it. You're easy to recognize."
Maven blinks in surprise. Does she really mean that?
Suddenly his pager goes off, he reaches to read it, but Mares quick fingers reach it before he does.
He rolls his eyes with a smile, but her smirk falls.
"That's just great." She huffs out. "Wonderful."
"What? Let me see." Mare hands Maven the pager, and he reacts a little less harshly. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Sorry doesn't help." The intern mutters as she ties her pants.
"Mare, you know in this career you can't always win. We lose patients. It's sad, but it happens."
"Maven," Mare spins on her heels. "You know as well as I do that I'm not upset about loosing Mr. Reynolds." She pauses. "Okay, that does really suck and it is sad, but I'm upset about the surgery. Don't act like I'm not."
Mavens breath hitches. Of course it's the surgery. He knew that was the only reason. The only reason for any of it. But it's nice to pretend sometimes.
"Since no one else even considers letting me scrub in, I'll be in the cafeteria. Page me if you get bored or something." Mare walks out, leaving Maven alone in the on call room.
...
Cameron and Kilorn sit across from each other, refusing to speak.
"You guys could at least try to feel sorry for me." Mare attempts. "I slept with Maven for a surgery, and then my patient dropped dead."
"Mare, I don't feel sorry for you. But we have patients who are actually alive and in need of surgery that are being stolen." Cameron glares at Kilorn, who grins.
"It's not my fault you offended the guy. Farley didn't have a choice when York started yelling about you." He takes a bite of his sandwich. "Oh and Mare, this just goes to show that you don't need to sleep with attendings for surgeries. You just have to be respectful."
"Don't talk with food in your mouth."
"You know he's right." Cameron says under her breath.
Kilorn continues. "You know, I never pegged Mare as one to use her body to get what she wants. Stealing, I wouldn't put beneath her, but prostitution?"
Mare smacks his shoulder and drops her voice. "I am not a prostitute."
"Sure."
...
The day goes by excruciatingly slow, with Mare rotating between checking on patients and studying in an on call room.
Maven doesn't page her, but she isn't bothered. She has a forty eight hour shift after her day off tomorrow, so as she climbs into her car she entertains the thought of doing nothing all day and staying in bed.
It's dark, almost pitch black as Mare pulls out of the parking lot of the hospital, so she doesn't see the motorcycle until it's reflectors are just about blinding her.
Mare slams the brake, jolting her forward as the car comes to a sharp stop. Still, in the thrill of it all she wasn't sure if that was the thud of her head hitting her wheel or car hitting the cyclist.
Suddenly, a man is banging on her window.
"Miss! Miss are you okay?"
Mare's surgical instincts take over. If she hit the motorcycle, the driver could've flown into the street. They could have so many injuries...Mare gasps as she realizes what she's thinking, and is disgusted with herself.
She unbuckles and steps out of the car, feeling a little dizzy. Looking around, she only sees the man who asked if she was okay.
"Where...where's the driver? Of the motorcycle?"
He looks at her quizzically. "I was driving the cycle."
"Oh."
"Are you okay? I think the front of your car is scratched."
"I'm fine." Mare feels underwhelmed. She thought something would be wrong with this stranger. She's glad, but...underwhelmed. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, you barely touched the bike." He smiles, but seems concerned. "Are you sure you're fine? You look really tired."
Mare scoffs. "Obviously." She looks at the collision, not that you could really call it that. "If you're not hurt, and your bike is okay, then why did you stop? It's kind of a waste of time."
The man furrows his brows at the question. "Well, I'm not really sure."
"Okay then. We shouldn't be blocking the hospital from the road."
"It'll be fine for a few more seconds." He holds out his hand. "I'm Cal, by the way."
"Oh. We're doing this. Okay, well, I'm Mare."
The pair shake hands, and Mare turns to leave.
"Family member?" Cal asks.
"What?"
"Is it...a family member. In the hospital?"
Mare laughs. "No. I'm an intern."
"Oh! Well, I'm the attending neurosurgeon." Cal grins. "Just flew in."
Mare studies him. "That's...just great."
"Excuse me?"
She gets in her car with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, gotta go. I've got to uh...feed my cat."
Cal stutters, obviously confused as Mare drives around the cycle and onto the road.
Instead of daydreaming of sleep, one thought blares through her mind.
Attendings are now off limits.
Because the way Maven looked at her that morning, the look she tried to ignore, she somehow felt that with Cal.
No more attendings.
