So, einen Tag später als gedacht :o geht's nun endlich los. Es gibt jedoch eine kleine Planänderung: da eine Folge doch länger ist, als ich gedacht hab, werde ich zumindest 4.01 in zwei Teilen posten. Schon der erste Teil hat fast 3000 Wörter und es folgen mindestens noch einmal so viele
Lange Rede, kurzer Sinn: viel Spaà bei 4.01 - Teil I. #II sollte dann bis spätestens Mittwoch online sein.
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4.01 – Total Eclipse of the Heart
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming round
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified and then I see the look in your eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Once upon a time there was light in my life
But now there's only love in the dark
Nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit restless and I dream of something wild
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit helpless and I'm lying like a child in your arms
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit angry and I know I've got to get out and cry
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified but then I see the look in you eyes
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight
And I need you more than ever
And if you'll only hold me tight
We'll be holding on forever
And we'll only be making it right
Cause we'll never be wrong
Together we can take it to the end of the line
Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)
I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark
We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks
I really need you tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love
But now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
A total eclipse of the heart
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MVO: We all have some experience of a feeling that comes over us every now and then
(Derek is sitting on the patio in front of his trailer, sipping at a cup of coffee), of what we are saying and doing has been said and done before
(Meredith lies in her bed and rolls over to shut the alarm off).
Those who have experienced that feeling that is known as Déjà Vu
(Callie watches George sleep), describe it as an overwhelming sense of familiarity
(Izzie watches a surgery from the gallery) with something that shouldn't be familiar at all
(Alex sits at table alone, staring in his muesli bowl). Say, for example, you are performing a surgery for the first time
(the door to the OR opens and Dr Webber steps in, followed by a couple of new interns who are looking around with anticipation). You apply the scalpel, and suddenly it seems as if you have done that grip before
(Cristina opens the door to her old apartment and stares at the mess in front of her). Or maybe you are hanging around with a group of friends
(some doctors of SGH have a drink at Joe’s), discussing some current political topic, and you have the feeling that you've already experienced this very thing. Same friends. Same location. Same topic
(Meredith, Cristina and Alex put their things into their new lockers).
In the locker room
“I have a mouse in my house.” Cristina stowed her stethoscope away in her locker and slammed the door shut. Meredith who was sitting on the bench stopped lacing up her shoes and narrowed her eyes at Cristina.
“You mean as in ‘I have a new pet and it’s a mouse’ mouse?”
“Nooo…,” Cristina leaned against her locker and folded her arms in front of the chest. “More as in ‘I have a filthy hairy rodent living with me and after work I seriously need to buy rat poison’ mouse.”
“Told ya to throw away the old pizza, Yang.” Alex chewed on an apple and gave Cristina a sardonic grin. She opened her mouth but before she could reply something… less friendly… Meredith cut her off.
“You know, you can stay at my house for a few days.” She tried to tie up her hair but some blonde strands still dangled in her face so she started anew. “You should hire a vermin exterminator or something. You can’t live with a filthy hairy mouse, Cristina.”
“Well, I’ve already lived with a rat, remember? Actually, he was the chief rat with a freaking God Complex, wearing blue scrubs and a silly surgeon cap… And his Mama took my eyebrows.” She ran her index finger over the thin line of black hair that grew again inches above her right eye. “I guess I am used to filthy hairy vermin.”
“Cristina..-” Meredith began but now it was Cristina who interrupted her.
“Hey, I’m fine! I am fine because I’m still me and Mama didn’t get to turn me into a Burke. I got my dignity back. I am fine.” She dropped next to Meredith. “I am not sure about you, though.”
Meredith felt a slight feeling of nausea rising up inside her stomach. A feeling that became more and more familiar during the last week. It has been exactly four days since she has lost the last bit of faith that she could do it. The happily ever after thing. The fact that Burke blew the wedding off had been a sign. Cristina was her person. Her soul mate. Her family. She had dearly hoped Derek would have been that person. Her soul mate. Her family. Someday. The love of her life.
He had told her.
He had told her she was the love of his life.
She saw his face in her mind’s eye. Loving. Tear-filled eyes. Telling her she is the love of his life. Pleading for her to put him out of his misery.
And she had walked away.
Because Burke blowing the wedding off had been a sign that she couldn’t do the happily ever after thing.
Because it was over.
She had plunged into work immediately. She hadn’t thought about what she would say or do or not say or not do if she ran across Derek. But she had not had to deal with it at all. “Dr Shepherd took some days off.” Bailey had said. He’d probably gone to some lake for fishing. Derek loved fishing. Freed his mind, he used to say. She had accompanied him to some lake in the mountains once, she couldn’t remember the name anymore, though. He had taught her how to fish, then. How to put the worm on the hook, how to cast the fishing-rod, how to kill the poor little fish once he was caught. She had caught one. A tiny rainbow trout. “Derek,” she had said, “We can’t kill this little thing. It may have a family in there.” Derek had laughed and joked but eventually, they had released the fish.
And now it was over. So over.
“I am… fine. Or fine-ish… whatever.” she said and got up, her blonde hair finally tamed in a loose ponytail.
“I do so not believe you.” Cristina replied sternly while she was changing into her scrub trousers. “Anyway, what are you gonna do when he comes back? He has to, eventually…”
“I don’t know. Hiding in a closet or something. I’m pretty good at that.”
Cristina did not get around answering because in that moment the door to the locker room was thrown open. Dr Bailey stood in the doorway, arms akimbo, and looked at her protégés with a gaze only she had. A gaze that made you spring to your feet as soon as it is used. Izzie was standing some feet behind her, looking exhausted and tired from her previous night shift.
“Why is it always my people who need their asses kicked to do their work?” Her small eyes wandered from Alex to Meredith to Cristina on whom they rested. Bailey wrinkled her forehead and took a step forward them.
“Dr Yang, you are not supposed to be here, am I right?”
Cristina turned around to Meredith, seeking help, but she just shrugged her shoulders apologetically. “Dr Bailey, I..-”
“Dr Webber gave you the week off, am I right?”
“Uhm, yes, but I’m fine so I thought..-” she tried again once more, Bailey shushed her.
“Stop thinking, Cristina, and go home. Now!” she added when Cristina didn’t show the slightest inclination to move. Albeit grudgingly, she shot a last glance at Meredith, looking like a kicked puppy, and shuffled out off the room. Bailey faintly shook her head and turned to face the left-overs.
“Stevens, you’re with Dr Sloan, Karev, Dr Hahn and Grey, I have some interns for you who are hungry for knowledge. You meet them in the hall. Hurry up!” She clapped her hands twice and Izzie, Alex and Meredith did not waste any more time to get back to work.
In Callie and George’s hotel suite
George felt a little breath of air tingling at the tip of his nose and sleepily opened his eyes. Callie’s face was hovering inches above his and some strands of her dark hair were falling softly over his cheeks. When she noticed he was finally awake, a grin flashed over her face and she placed a soft kiss on his lips.
“Morning sleepy head.” she said and laid her head on his chest.
“Morning…” he yawned and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He slowly sat up, causing her to lift her head again. “How late is it?”
“Almost 10:30.” She smiled and started playing with the tail of his washed-out Giants t-shirt. He frowned at her words.
“You don’t have to work?”
“Nope. I thought we could spend some time together.” Her hands travelled up and down his body, stroking, caressing. “You know… start trying.”
“Trying what?” He absently twirled a strand of her thick locks between his fingertips. She looked up and playfully hit him on the chest. Her eyes twinkled with anticipation.
“To get a baby.” she whispered lasciviously.
A baby. Some days ago he had agreed to try to get a baby. Callie wanted a baby so badly. And he? He did too. He guessed.
“You have your… uhm…”
“Yes, I have my ovulation, George.” She slowly moved her hands under his tshirt. “So the odds are in our favour… So long as you still want it?” She stopped and her huge brown eyes looked expectantly at him.
“I do.” He smiled and pulled her closer to him, kissing her softly.
He did. What else could he say?
In the hospital (patient’s room)
“Maggie Clarke, 24. In for a breast reconstruction after a mastectomy in consequence of breast cancer one week ago.” Izzie’s eyes were bent on the patient record in her hands which told her the medical history of the young brunette woman lying in the bed in front of her. Mark was standing on her right, carefully listening to her presentation. “Possible techniques are inserting a tissue expander beneath a pocket under the pectoralis major and serratus anterior muscle of the chest wall, or alternatively the TRAM Flap Procedure which means we use the abdominal tissue between the umbilicus and the pubis and transplant it onto the breast side.”
“What do you suggest, Stevens?” Mark turned to face her, looking rather expectant. It has taken him a while to become accustomed to the constant presence of some interns, fawning on him, sucking up, asking questions. He had been used to work alone in New York so Seattle Grace had been a big change. But by now, he had started to appreciate the help of the interns.
“TRAM Flap.” Izzie responded after a short period of careful consideration of the pro’s and con’s. “Though there is the risk of abdominal muscle weakness, this procedure is tolerated well in most patients. Plus inserting a tissue expander would involve removing the expander once it has reached an acceptable size and replacing it with a more permanent implant.”
“Exactly.” Mark nodded his approval and Izzie sighed with relief. He stepped towards the bed and slightly lifted Maggie’s hospital gown to show her how the surgery would proceed. “We will take this portion of your abdomen tissue,” he said and marked the selected part with a marker. “including skin, adipose tissues, minor muscles and connective tissues to form your new breast. It’s easier for your body to accept its own tissues than accepting a foreign implant.”
Maggie looked from Izzie to Mark and lowered her head, watching her fingers playing nervously with the bed cover. “My breast… will it look… normal?”
Izzie laid her hand on Maggie’s leg and gave her a warm smile. “The odds are in your favour that in a few weeks you won’t see any difference.” she said reliantly.
“Thank you.” Maggie whispered and lay back on the cushion, closing her eyes wearily.
“Dr Steven will prep you for surgery, Maggie.” Mark walked around the bed towards the door, nodding his head at Izzie who clang the medical file to her chest.
In the hospital (hallway)
Meredith leaned against the counter on the 2nd floor, carefully watching the doctors and nurses and patients’ dependents passing by. She took a sip of her steaming coffee. No Derek yet. Which was good. She couldn’t stand talking to him now. Not yet. She needed some time. And so did he. She took another sip and the hot black fluid flew down her throat, loosening the painful lump that has stuck there for some moments.
Excited babble and laughter recalled her attention. She turned her head towards the source of noise and spotted two young women and one man ambling in her direction. She forced her thoughts to the back of her mind and gave the interns, her interns, a polite smile. She remembered her first day as an intern and Dr Bailey being, let’s say, rather hard to like and she had decided to be more the sympathetic kind of resident.
“Dr Grey?” the male intern asked and Meredith cast a glance on his name tag. Ethan Sutton, it said.
“Yes, that’s me.” she replied and suddenly raised an eyebrow. “Do you have a nickname for me?” When she noticed the confused looks on their faces, she chuckled. “We called our resident “The Nazi” and I wondered if you had one for me yet.” Her green eyes twinkled with amusement and finally, tension deserted them.
“We haven’t had the rousing idea yet.” one of the girls, by the name of her tag Emily Richards, said, apparently relieved that their resident was not grumpy and moody and out of humour. “But we will think about one after work.” Meredith laughed and slowly walked along the hall, the three of them following hard on her.
“We’re in the ER today. It’s Dead Baby Bike Race Day which means you will be faced with bunches of brainless bikers who risk their life and those of others for free shots of tequila.” She turned around, yet didn’t stop walking. “You’d better watch out. They are full of testosterone which turns them into macho morons.” Again, the three interns exchanged puzzled glances, causing Meredith to giggle. “Don’t ask…”
When they reached the ER, Ethan and Emily eagerly hurled themselves into happenings. The second woman, though, shuffled from one foot to the other hesitatingly.
“Uhm.. Mered-… I mean, Dr Grey?” she said in a low, trembling voice. Meredith turned around, and now she was the one who was confused. She smiled encouragingly at the young woman.
“I didn’t mean to scare you or something… They are not that full of testosterone, I may have camped it up a little.”
“No, it’s not that…” she said and bit her lower lip. After a long pause she took a deep breath and the words that came out of her mouth brought back the nausea. “I’m Lexie… Lexie Grey.”
TBC.
und weil ich so ein netter Mensch bin, lasse ich euch dran teilhaben. Tjajah.
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