ooi. first day
1.01

Oliver and Eliza were late. Which for their day, was a bad thing. Great way to show your responsible, Atlas would tell the twins. But luckily for them, he was an attending and didn't have to go through whatever this speech was—that they had missed half off.

"The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life. You will be pushed to the breaking point. Look around you. Say hello to your competition. Eight of you will switch to an easier specialty. Five of you will crack under the pressure. Two of you will be asked to leave. This is your starting line. This is your arena. How well you play? That's up to you." Richard Webber told the interns, told the future surgeons.

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Oliver stands off to the side in the locker room, trying to stuff his own bag into his locker. He tried taking a few things out but nope, he still couldn't fit the simple bag into his locker.

Alex Karev looked over at the guy who stood beside him. He watched as the guy—Oliver— tried to stuff his bag into the locker. Without saying a word, Alex reached over and pushed the bag into the locker harshly.

Oliver jumped back quickly, his eyes widening at the loud, harsh sound Alex had made. He opened his mouth to say something snarky, probably something like: dude! could have at least given me a warning! but didn't get the chance.

A doctor pokes his head inside the locker room. "Okay. Martin, Robinson, Bond, Parkins." He called out the names of interns belong to some resident.

A female with dirty blond hair looks around the locker room, "Only seven women out of twenty." She says to the two women beside her, one being Eliza.

A female Korean intern with curly black hair turns towards the two girls, "Yeah. I hear one of them's a model. Seriously, like that's going to help with the respect thing?"

Eliza stays quiet, knowing that if she didn't have the money to go to medical school she would have done modelling to pay her tuition.

"You're Cristina, right? And your Eliza?" The tallish dirty blond asks.

"That's me. And your Meredith, right?" Eliza politely asks the dirty blond.

Meredith mutters a 'yeah' before Christina once again turns towards the two, "Which resident you assigned to? I got Bailey." Christina tells the two.

"The Nazi? Yeah, me too." Meredith agrees.

A male intern walks up to the three, his eyes trained on Meredith. "You got the Nazi? So did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm George O'Malley, uh, we met at the mixer, you had a black dress with a slit up the side, strappy sandals..." He says well the three exchange looks.

"Now you think I'm gay." George mutters sadly, his middle school crush on Meredith being crushed.

"Uh-huh." Christina says as she walks away.

"No, I'm not gay, it's, ah, it's just that, you know, you were, I mean, you were very, unforgettable." He stumbles over his words as he looks at Meredith.

Eliza and Meredith walk over to Christina, George watches with sad eyes. He wasn't expecting for Oliver to place a hand on his shoulder. George turned around and faced the boy who had placed a hand on his shoulder.

"My brothers gay. So just know, if you are I don't mind." Oliver told George before walking off—more skipping off but he would deny anyone saying he was skipping.

"O'Malley, Yang, Grey, Stevens, Lee-Sunny." A doctor calls out for the six interns.

George mutters something under his breath no one hears as he—they leave the locker room.

Cristina looks towards the doctor that had called all of them. "Bailey?"

"End of the hall." The unnamed person tells the group, pointing a finger down the hall.

"That's the Nazi?" Christina says, looking at the short and nonthreatening resident.

"I thought the Nazi would be a guy." Said George.

"I thought the Nazi would be...the Nazi."

A blond, bubbly, female intern jogs up towards the group. "Maybe it's professional jealousy. Maybe she's brilliant, and they call her Nazi because they're jealous. Maybe she's nice."

"Let me guess. You're the model." Cristina looks over at Izzie.

Izzie gives Cristina a look and turns to Dr. Bailey, smiling and extending a hand, "Hi, I'm Isobel Stevens, but everyone calls me Izzie."

Bailey looks her up and down, doesn't respond or shake her hand.

"I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one, don't bother sucking up, I already hate you, that's not gonna change." Miranda starts to tell her interns.

Miranda indicates to stuff on the bench. "Trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you, you answer every page at a run. A run, that's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts forty-eight hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain, you run labs, write orders, work every second night till you drop and don't complain!"

Doctor Bailey opens a door to a room with a couple of bunk beds—very uncomfortable looking bunk beds. "On call rooms. Attendings hog them, sleep when you can, where you can, which brings me to rule number three, if I'm sleeping, don't wake me, unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four, the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only would you have killed someone, you would have also woke me for no good reason, we clear?" She says, her voice full of authority.

By now Meredith had seen Oliver, and wanted nothing more than to run off and hide away from her one night stand. Oliver raises a hand, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Yes." Miranda look towards Oliver, waiting for him to say whatever he raised his hand to say.

Oliver paused, and went to go say something before Meredith starts to speak, "You said five rules. That was only four."

Doctor. Baileys pager beeps.

"Rule number five. When I move, you move." Doctor. Bailey yells as she starts to run down the corridor. The interns following behind. The resident yells at a few doctors blocking the hallway.

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Bailey and her interns push a stretcher over to a helicopter that had landed on the roof.

"What've we got?" Bailey asks the paramedics.

"Katie Bryce, fifteen-year-old female, new onset seizures, intermittent for the past week, ID lost en route, started grand mal seizing as we descended." The paramedic says as Katie's put on the stretcher and taken in to the hospital.

The interns helped wheel her into a patient room, where they started to assist in whatever needed to be done.

"All right, get her on her side, Izzie, ten milligrams Diazepam, no, no, the white lead is on the right, righty whitey, smoke over fire, a large bore I.V. don't let the blood haemolyse, let's go!" Bailey instructs as Izzie injects Katie and she stops seizing.

"So I heard we got a wet fish on dry land?" Doctor Burke says as he walks into the patients room, Atlas right behind him.

"Absolutely Dr. Burke."

"Dr. Bailey, we're gonna shotgun her." Atlas tells the resident.

Oliver frantically waves at his older brother happily. Atlas waves back.

Bailey nods turning to her interns, "That means every test in the book, CT, CBC, chem. seven, a tox screen, Cristina and Oliver, you're on labs, George and Eliza, patient workups, Meredith, get Katie for a CT, she's your responsibility now."

"Wait, what about me?" Izzie asks, confused as to why she hadn't been given any instructions.

"You - honey, you get to do rectal exams."

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Meredith is walking down the hall after having a talk with the head neuro surgeon, Doctor Shepherd.

Oliver peeks out from a corner and lightly grabs her arm and pulls her into a stairwell. "Hey, Doctor. Lee—Sunny." Meredith hissed, very disappointed in herself for not having avoided him any better.

"Doctor. Lee—Sunny? This morning it was Olie. Now it's Dr. Lee—Sunny. Just call me Doctor. Lee too." Oliver teased, a slight smirk sketching onto his lips.

"Doctor. Lee, we should pretend it never happened."

"What never happened, you sleeping with me last night? Or you throwing me out this morning? Because both are memories I'd like to keep close to my heart."

"No. There will be no memories. I'm not the girl in the bar anymore, and you're not the guy. This can't exist. You get that, right?" She points between herself a Oliver.

"Psh. It can, and you know that." Oliver exclaimed, his smirk turning into a bright smile—that looked oddly enough like his older brothers.

"No, it can't." She argued back.

"I was drunk, good-looking and had some very hot sunglasses on." The messy brown haired male speaks up, disregarding her argue about any relationship happening.

Smiling, Meredith shakes her head. "Okay, I was the one who was drunk, and you are not that good-looking. And they were very ugly sunglasses."

"Don't hate on the sunglasses!" Oliver let's out a dramatic gasp, " And well, maybe not today. Last night, last night I was very good-looking. I had my blue shirt on, my good-looking shirt. And those sunglasses—my baby's."

"Your baby's?"

"W-what no? That's all you got out of what I said?"

Meredith just chuckles.

"You wanna hate on my good looks and sunglasses again? Say Friday night?" Oliver smirks down at the girl, considering he was just taller than her.

"No. You're an intern—" Meredith starts.

"So are you!" The youngest Lee—Sunny child cut Meredith off childishly,

"And we're in the same intern group. Stop looking at me like that." The Grey daughter tells Oliver.

"Like what?"

"Like you've seen me drink a bottle of tequila and then see me naked. Doctor. Lee. This is inappropriate. Has that ever occurred to you?"

"No...not really."

Meredith leaves, and Asher sighs.

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hi! before i got into writing Atlas—the main character! i wanted to show a-bit of the interns, and olie + mer! so enjoy this little bit of them now before atlas and derek see each other again!