Post by karevsanatomy on Oct 3, 2007 10:15:05 GMT 10
Prologue
There is this old saying that if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Whoever coined that phrase was one smart woman, ‘cause, let’s face it, no man is smart enough to come up with such a brilliant concept. Oh, they might try. Thinking they are all that. Thinking they have the upper hand. They don’t. Usually, they’re just in the dark, wandering around, scratching. They don’t have a clue. It’s up to us women to guide them. To show them what it is they want...
The day was gray. Which was fine. It suited her mood perfectly. Realistically, there was no reason for her sour disposition. She was Meredith freaking Grey. The protégée daughter of one Ellis Grey. The star intern of Seattle Grace. The beloved girlfriend of a world class Neurosurgeon. Her life was peachy keen. In concept.
Too bad for reality.
Sighing, she tucks a lock of light brown hair behind her ear. It refused to cooperate. Immediately slipping back across her cheek. Wasn’t that just great. Even her hair refused to behave. It seemed as though everything she touched turned to uncooperative. Every last one of her patients had been stubborn. Two had even asked for AMA forms. A third had told her she was incompetent. Derek was the real problem, though. Derek and his lack of commitment.
“I don’t get it. The man was married for eleven years. He knows how to commit. That takes commitment. He knows how to...he just refuses,” she grumbles as she tucks her legs up under her.
“Maybe that’s the problem. He’s tired of commitment.”
Looking up, she notices Cristina leaning against the beat up old vending machine. Smug, superior Cristina. Now, she had a perfect life. The rich kid who had it all. Brains. Beauty. A loving boyfriend.
“Well. He better get untired. I’m going to be thirty-one, Cristina. Thirty-one. Do you know what other thirty-one year old women have?” She doesn’t bother to wait for a response. She didn’t need one. She had the answer. “A mini-van and two car seats. That is what other thirty-one year old women have.”
“You don’t want a mini-van or car seats. You just think you do. Besides, most thirty-one year old women haven’t spent the last eight years of their life busting their ass in med school.” Cristina drops next to her on the gurney. They were back to the creepy old hallways. Which suited her just fine. Their quiet old man had finally gone into the white light. It was too soon to replace him. They would, though. Eventually.
“Who wants two car seats and mini-van?”
Izzie walks toward, them, nibbling on a bag of chips. Pseudo healthy ones, of course. She had to give the pretense of caring about her body. The bag crinkles as she digs another Sun Chip out. There would come a time when she would have to give the pretense up, actually make an effort to be healthy. That time wasn’t now, though. For now, she would pretend to care about what she ate. “Seriously? Whose lusting after the American Dream?”
Pointing a finger toward Meredith, Cristina coughs. “That would Dr. Grey here. She seems to think that along with turning thirty-one she needs to become a Desperate Housewife wannabe.”
“That isn’t true.” Meredith elbows her. Leave it to Cristina to make her feel worse.
“Right, cause Meredith is such a Bree Vandacamp.” Izzie laughs at her own little joke as she drops into a nearby wheelchair. The back hallways were a law suit waiting to happen. If a visitor was stupid enough, lost enough, to wander back there. Littered with unused medical equipment, one would think the place had no storage.
“No, that would be you.”
She tosses a chip at Cristina, then curses. It had been her last chip. Dammit. Balling up the bag, she throws it. “Whatever, Edie.”
“Now that would be Meredith.” Another elbow to her side. She frowns, rubbing the tender spot. “You really have got to quit doing that. I’m going to have a bruise.”
:”Oh, wah. Suck it up. Besides, you had it coming. Calling me Edie.” Dusting a few chip crumbs from the scrubs, she lets out a forlorn sigh. “I want kids. I want a picket fence.”
“I think she’s serious,” Izzie wrinkles her brow, frowning. Meredith Grey wanted the American Dream. Biting her lip, she ponders on it for a moment. In a way, it made sense. Meredith wanted what she had never had growing up. Come to think of it, she wanted it.
“What does Derek want?”
“A good time,” the words were snippy. Clearly a sore subject.
“Oh. Well, I guess...maybe in time...”
Right. In time Derek would realize he wanted the American Dream. Right. That was what all mean eventually realized. Not!
“Derek isn’t a kid person.”
Enter the wicked witch of the East. Dressed to the nines in Prada. Of course. Not a single lock of her red hair out of place. They hated her for that alone.
“He likes them, don’t get me wrong. And, he does wonders with other people’s kids. He just isn’t a kid person. I tried the first seven years of our marriage to get him to agree to at least one child. His response was the same every time.”
“And that would be?” Cristina would ask. Izzie and Meredith were too busy giving each other ‘What is she doing here?’ looks.
“ ‘A man is only good at one thing. I’ve found my one thing.’ “ She got how that sounded. It was incredibly stupid. There was no logic to it what so ever.
“Okay, that is just...stupid,” Izzie shakes her head.
“That makes no sense. Maybe he just didn’t want kids with you.” They all stared at her. Cristina who couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “Oh, come on, you were all thinking it.”
Addison laughs. “It’s fine. Really. I thought it myself. For a long time. He’s serious, though. So, if you are going to get him to agree, you will have to work extra hard. Pull out the big guns.”
“Big guns? I don’t have big guns...My guns are average at best,” she groans, pushing her hair off her face. Thirty-one. Single. With no children. She didn’t care about the wedding ring. Marriage ruined perfectly good relationships. She just wanted kids. Sweet smelling babies with her nose and Derek’s smile. That wasn’t too much to ask for. “I just want a baby. One baby. I would be happy with just one baby.”
Izzie sighs. Babies were nice. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted any, though. Ever since Hannah, she had wondered about that. If she could handle the guilt that came with having a baby. Marriage, though. That was another story. She wanted that damn white dress. She blamed Denny. It was his fault. He had put the idea in her head. “You know what I want? To get married. To get married to a man who loves me.” Alex face flashes before her. She frowns. Alex didn’t love her. Did he? No. He was with Addison.
Cristina shakes her head. It was disturbing. These two saps held scalpels every day. “As long as we’re talking about wants, I just want Burke’s mother to shut up. The woman is about to drive me over the edge. She is constantly picking me apart.”
Addison chews her lip. “This goes no further than here. We all clear on that?” They nod. “Remember, I’m an attending, this gets out...and...I’ll make sure the rest of your internship is pure hell.” Taking a deep breath, she lets it out. “I have got to get rid of Alex. He is driving me nuts. We have nothing to talk about. Nothing. And. To make matters worse...I can’t take him in public. At least not the public I want. Wrestling. Beer. Football. I can’t take it anymore! I can’t! He has got to go. I just...I don’t know how to break up with him. I mean, I’m his teacher. He looks up to me...” They snorted. She scowls. “Fine. Maybe he doesn’t look up to me. It doesn’t matter. He has to go. I have to break up with him. Nicely.”
“What’s this? Some sort of secret girly club?” Callie smiles from the corner next to the vending machine.
Cristina laughs. “Fight Club. Meredith wants babies. Izzie wants to be Mrs. Addison wants rid of Alex.”
Callie shrugs, making a face. “Nice. I have marriage. And the baby. Clearly, I have the baby.” She pats her rounded stomach, a smile on her face.
“Clearly,” Cristina rolls her eyes.
“Ignore her. She’s having mother in law issues,” Addison crosses her arms, a slight smile on her face.
“So, ladies, how are you going to do it?” The question was logical. Callie had been around these women enough to know that when they set their minds to something, they did it. They accomplished what it was they wanted.
Meredith frowns. “Do what?”
Callie laughs. “Get what you want of course.”
They all frown, looking at each. How were they going to get what they wanted? It was Cristina that found the solution.
“Men always think they know what they want. They don’t. My grandmother use to say that women were the neck. They turned the man’s head whatever way they wanted. Now, we all know what want. We just have to go for it. Turn their heads. Make them see things our way.”
“Um, one problem. I want to get married.” Izzie sighs. She sounded dreamy even to herself. It was a lost cause. There had only been two men in her life she was capable of loving. One was dead. The other belonged to Addison. For now. Even if he didn’t, Alex wasn’t the sort to marry.
“So. You get married.” Leave it to Izzie to make things difficult. Cristina rolls her eyes.
“Yeah. Right. To who?”
Addison clears her throat. They look at her. “Alex. You could marry Alex. It would solve both our problems.”
“She has a point,” Meredith smiles.
Izzie frowns. “Alex isn’t the kind of guy to get married.”
“I beg to differ. He might not realize it, but he has family man written all over him. Plus, he’s weak when it comes to you. Trust me, you try hard enough, you’ll be Mrs. Dr. Karev by this time next year.”
“Great. Nice. Izzie takes Alex off Addison’s hands. Yippee for them. What about me? My clock is ticking. It is going tick tock tick tock tick tock. I need a baby.”
Addison smiles. “I think I might be able to help you with that.”
So it began. The Seattle Grace Fight Club...
There is this old saying that if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. Whoever coined that phrase was one smart woman, ‘cause, let’s face it, no man is smart enough to come up with such a brilliant concept. Oh, they might try. Thinking they are all that. Thinking they have the upper hand. They don’t. Usually, they’re just in the dark, wandering around, scratching. They don’t have a clue. It’s up to us women to guide them. To show them what it is they want...
The day was gray. Which was fine. It suited her mood perfectly. Realistically, there was no reason for her sour disposition. She was Meredith freaking Grey. The protégée daughter of one Ellis Grey. The star intern of Seattle Grace. The beloved girlfriend of a world class Neurosurgeon. Her life was peachy keen. In concept.
Too bad for reality.
Sighing, she tucks a lock of light brown hair behind her ear. It refused to cooperate. Immediately slipping back across her cheek. Wasn’t that just great. Even her hair refused to behave. It seemed as though everything she touched turned to uncooperative. Every last one of her patients had been stubborn. Two had even asked for AMA forms. A third had told her she was incompetent. Derek was the real problem, though. Derek and his lack of commitment.
“I don’t get it. The man was married for eleven years. He knows how to commit. That takes commitment. He knows how to...he just refuses,” she grumbles as she tucks her legs up under her.
“Maybe that’s the problem. He’s tired of commitment.”
Looking up, she notices Cristina leaning against the beat up old vending machine. Smug, superior Cristina. Now, she had a perfect life. The rich kid who had it all. Brains. Beauty. A loving boyfriend.
“Well. He better get untired. I’m going to be thirty-one, Cristina. Thirty-one. Do you know what other thirty-one year old women have?” She doesn’t bother to wait for a response. She didn’t need one. She had the answer. “A mini-van and two car seats. That is what other thirty-one year old women have.”
“You don’t want a mini-van or car seats. You just think you do. Besides, most thirty-one year old women haven’t spent the last eight years of their life busting their ass in med school.” Cristina drops next to her on the gurney. They were back to the creepy old hallways. Which suited her just fine. Their quiet old man had finally gone into the white light. It was too soon to replace him. They would, though. Eventually.
“Who wants two car seats and mini-van?”
Izzie walks toward, them, nibbling on a bag of chips. Pseudo healthy ones, of course. She had to give the pretense of caring about her body. The bag crinkles as she digs another Sun Chip out. There would come a time when she would have to give the pretense up, actually make an effort to be healthy. That time wasn’t now, though. For now, she would pretend to care about what she ate. “Seriously? Whose lusting after the American Dream?”
Pointing a finger toward Meredith, Cristina coughs. “That would Dr. Grey here. She seems to think that along with turning thirty-one she needs to become a Desperate Housewife wannabe.”
“That isn’t true.” Meredith elbows her. Leave it to Cristina to make her feel worse.
“Right, cause Meredith is such a Bree Vandacamp.” Izzie laughs at her own little joke as she drops into a nearby wheelchair. The back hallways were a law suit waiting to happen. If a visitor was stupid enough, lost enough, to wander back there. Littered with unused medical equipment, one would think the place had no storage.
“No, that would be you.”
She tosses a chip at Cristina, then curses. It had been her last chip. Dammit. Balling up the bag, she throws it. “Whatever, Edie.”
“Now that would be Meredith.” Another elbow to her side. She frowns, rubbing the tender spot. “You really have got to quit doing that. I’m going to have a bruise.”
:”Oh, wah. Suck it up. Besides, you had it coming. Calling me Edie.” Dusting a few chip crumbs from the scrubs, she lets out a forlorn sigh. “I want kids. I want a picket fence.”
“I think she’s serious,” Izzie wrinkles her brow, frowning. Meredith Grey wanted the American Dream. Biting her lip, she ponders on it for a moment. In a way, it made sense. Meredith wanted what she had never had growing up. Come to think of it, she wanted it.
“What does Derek want?”
“A good time,” the words were snippy. Clearly a sore subject.
“Oh. Well, I guess...maybe in time...”
Right. In time Derek would realize he wanted the American Dream. Right. That was what all mean eventually realized. Not!
“Derek isn’t a kid person.”
Enter the wicked witch of the East. Dressed to the nines in Prada. Of course. Not a single lock of her red hair out of place. They hated her for that alone.
“He likes them, don’t get me wrong. And, he does wonders with other people’s kids. He just isn’t a kid person. I tried the first seven years of our marriage to get him to agree to at least one child. His response was the same every time.”
“And that would be?” Cristina would ask. Izzie and Meredith were too busy giving each other ‘What is she doing here?’ looks.
“ ‘A man is only good at one thing. I’ve found my one thing.’ “ She got how that sounded. It was incredibly stupid. There was no logic to it what so ever.
“Okay, that is just...stupid,” Izzie shakes her head.
“That makes no sense. Maybe he just didn’t want kids with you.” They all stared at her. Cristina who couldn’t keep her mouth shut. “Oh, come on, you were all thinking it.”
Addison laughs. “It’s fine. Really. I thought it myself. For a long time. He’s serious, though. So, if you are going to get him to agree, you will have to work extra hard. Pull out the big guns.”
“Big guns? I don’t have big guns...My guns are average at best,” she groans, pushing her hair off her face. Thirty-one. Single. With no children. She didn’t care about the wedding ring. Marriage ruined perfectly good relationships. She just wanted kids. Sweet smelling babies with her nose and Derek’s smile. That wasn’t too much to ask for. “I just want a baby. One baby. I would be happy with just one baby.”
Izzie sighs. Babies were nice. She wasn’t sure she ever wanted any, though. Ever since Hannah, she had wondered about that. If she could handle the guilt that came with having a baby. Marriage, though. That was another story. She wanted that damn white dress. She blamed Denny. It was his fault. He had put the idea in her head. “You know what I want? To get married. To get married to a man who loves me.” Alex face flashes before her. She frowns. Alex didn’t love her. Did he? No. He was with Addison.
Cristina shakes her head. It was disturbing. These two saps held scalpels every day. “As long as we’re talking about wants, I just want Burke’s mother to shut up. The woman is about to drive me over the edge. She is constantly picking me apart.”
Addison chews her lip. “This goes no further than here. We all clear on that?” They nod. “Remember, I’m an attending, this gets out...and...I’ll make sure the rest of your internship is pure hell.” Taking a deep breath, she lets it out. “I have got to get rid of Alex. He is driving me nuts. We have nothing to talk about. Nothing. And. To make matters worse...I can’t take him in public. At least not the public I want. Wrestling. Beer. Football. I can’t take it anymore! I can’t! He has got to go. I just...I don’t know how to break up with him. I mean, I’m his teacher. He looks up to me...” They snorted. She scowls. “Fine. Maybe he doesn’t look up to me. It doesn’t matter. He has to go. I have to break up with him. Nicely.”
“What’s this? Some sort of secret girly club?” Callie smiles from the corner next to the vending machine.
Cristina laughs. “Fight Club. Meredith wants babies. Izzie wants to be Mrs. Addison wants rid of Alex.”
Callie shrugs, making a face. “Nice. I have marriage. And the baby. Clearly, I have the baby.” She pats her rounded stomach, a smile on her face.
“Clearly,” Cristina rolls her eyes.
“Ignore her. She’s having mother in law issues,” Addison crosses her arms, a slight smile on her face.
“So, ladies, how are you going to do it?” The question was logical. Callie had been around these women enough to know that when they set their minds to something, they did it. They accomplished what it was they wanted.
Meredith frowns. “Do what?”
Callie laughs. “Get what you want of course.”
They all frown, looking at each. How were they going to get what they wanted? It was Cristina that found the solution.
“Men always think they know what they want. They don’t. My grandmother use to say that women were the neck. They turned the man’s head whatever way they wanted. Now, we all know what want. We just have to go for it. Turn their heads. Make them see things our way.”
“Um, one problem. I want to get married.” Izzie sighs. She sounded dreamy even to herself. It was a lost cause. There had only been two men in her life she was capable of loving. One was dead. The other belonged to Addison. For now. Even if he didn’t, Alex wasn’t the sort to marry.
“So. You get married.” Leave it to Izzie to make things difficult. Cristina rolls her eyes.
“Yeah. Right. To who?”
Addison clears her throat. They look at her. “Alex. You could marry Alex. It would solve both our problems.”
“She has a point,” Meredith smiles.
Izzie frowns. “Alex isn’t the kind of guy to get married.”
“I beg to differ. He might not realize it, but he has family man written all over him. Plus, he’s weak when it comes to you. Trust me, you try hard enough, you’ll be Mrs. Dr. Karev by this time next year.”
“Great. Nice. Izzie takes Alex off Addison’s hands. Yippee for them. What about me? My clock is ticking. It is going tick tock tick tock tick tock. I need a baby.”
Addison smiles. “I think I might be able to help you with that.”
So it began. The Seattle Grace Fight Club...