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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 26, 2007 0:38:08 GMT -6
oh, I see. ~*~*~* "How about the short version? I don't know if Jo would want to see you at the moment."
Warren snorted. "Yeah. She really hates my guts right now." He rubbed a hand across his face. "Do you ever think she will forgive me, Lyn?"
"I don't know, Warren." She then glanced at him, her eyes telling him to get a move on.
"Oh, right. Well, I was thinking about Jo a lot after she left. I tried to call her back, to see if she was interested in being a couple again. Then I heard you two transfered to Seattle Grace, so I packed up my belongings and flew here. I kept trying to call..."
"I know. She avoided your calls."
"Really?" His voice held a sarcastic edge to it. ~*~*~*~ Mark glared down at Darien. Darien, though still drunk, glanced up at the man and tried to understand why a stranger was glaring at him so hatefully.
"Why do you hate me so much, Dr...?"
"Sloan," growled Mark. "And you should know why I don't like you."
Confusion glittered in Darien's glazed eyes. He seriously didn't know why Dr. Sloan hated him with a passion. Nor could he understand why everyone else hated him, except for the Chief.
"Why don't I give you a clue?" The other man leaned down and whispered something into his ear. Darien's eyes widened and he stared in shock at Mark.
"Oh."
Mark spun around and left, scaring away anyone in his path. His eyes were extremely cold and hard, making him not easy to cross. ~*~*~*~*~ Burke pulled away from Cristina, panting harshly. She attempted to kiss him again, but this time he evaded her lips and reached out for his shirt.
"Where are you going?" she mumbled, looking confused.
"If you don't recall, we are both working. This is not the time..."
"That's what you say all the time!" Cristina exclaimed, watching her boyfriend place his glasses back onto his face. "You never have time for me any more."
Burke was about to reply when his pager went off. He glanced down at it and shrugged on his lab coat. "I gotta go.." He opened the closet door and left. ~*~*~*~*~ thought i would put in a little Burke/Cristina action, as they haven't been mentioned much.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 26, 2007 12:27:08 GMT -6
Mark sounded angry. ~*~ "So he just left?" Izzie asked taking a sip of her beer. "Just." Cristina frowned taking another gulp from her beer. "That's crap." Izzie sighed patting her firend on the back. "Thanks for comming with me here tonight." Cristina smiled saddly. "Sure. Alex has to work an over night shift with George anyways." Izzie Smiled happily. ~*~ "She thinks you betrayed her trust." Caelyn said said crossing her arms. "I know that." Warren sighed. "When she returned my last call i tried to tell her that but she wouldn't listen to me." "So you came here?" Caelyn asked raising an eyebrow. "Yeah," Warren nodded. "When Jo came home I convinced her to hear me." "And?" Cealyn asked raising an eyebrow. "Well, we got into an argument-" "What are you still doing here?!" Caelyn turned around to see Joanna standing in the hallway glaring at Warren. "I thought we should talk about what happened last night." Warren crossed his arms looking at Joanna sternly. "Something happened last night?" Cealyn looked between her friend and Warren. Suddenly his wrinkled clothes made sence. "Oh my god!" ~*~ noit much but at least its something.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 26, 2007 14:22:43 GMT -6
it was something at least ~*~*~*~ "Lyn, it's not what you think..." replied Joanna quickly. "He made me." Caelyn burst out laughing. "Uh huh. Since when do men make you have sex, Jo?" "It must be my charming personality," said Warren with a smirk. Joanna glared at her ex as her friend cotinued to laugh. "You are such a narcisstic bastard." He bowed. "Why, thank you." She smacked him across the back of his head and stomped away. ~*~*~*~ short, but meh
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 27, 2007 21:25:33 GMT -6
~*~ "Jo!" Warren glared at her back as he rubbed his head. "I'll talk to her, you...go home." Caelyn said quickly locking her door and running after her friend down the hall. Cealyn didn't have to run far before she caught up to Jo at the bottom of the stairs with her head in her hands. "Jo?" "What's wrong with me?" Joanna asked wipping her tears away. "There's nothing wrong with you," Cealyn sat down next to her friend. "I wish I was stronger....like you." "Like me? "Caelyn laughed slightly. "I'm not that strong." "you know Darien's an asshole and you can keep away from him, you can move on." Joanna brushed her hair out og her face. "All he had to do was tell me he flew on a plane and I got weak in the knees." "Well, it is sweet in a stalker kind of way." Caelyn hugged her friend's shoulder. "He makes me feel so weak and girlish, i hate him." "It could be that you care about him." Caelyn said softly. ~*~ Meh.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Apr 3, 2007 8:07:52 GMT -6
I'm gonna slip some references to Seasons 2 and 3. Remember, this takes place before Season 3. Finn is not completely out of the picture, but Meredith chose to be with Derek. And Burke is still having tremors in his hand. ~*~*~*~ Joanna avoided talking to Caelyn as much as possible. What her friend had said about her caring for Warren had struck something deep inside of her. She didn't want to acknowledge that she still cared for the man she had dumped. She strolled the hallways of the trauma rooms, deep in thought. Joanna never saw Preston Burke out in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall, clenching his right hand with a grimace on his face. ~*~*~*~ Caelyn put her pen down and closed the manilla folder that was sitting at her desk. Her work was finished for now. Now, she had nothing to do. It was a quiet day in radiology again. She had a feeling that the head of radiology was making sure that she, Caelyn, was alone during her shifts. Not that Caelyn minded, really. It was an honor to be trusted to run all of radiology during her shift. "Dr. Stevens!" She sped away from her office and rushed into the entrance of the radiology department. Lying on the gurney was Darien and he was seizing. "Weren't you supposed to wait unti the seizures were quelled before coming down here?" Caelyn shouted at the unfamiliar intern, hurrying over to help the young intern to hold the man down. The intern looked pale. "No one was around and I figured..." "You should have paged his doctor! I am not qualified to do this kind of thing." Finally Darien stopped seizing and he lay motionless on the gurney. Caelyn drew a breath and ran a hand through her hair. "Okay. I will take care of him for now. As of this moment, you are off this case. I will find another intern to cover for you." Nodding, the pale intern left. The radiologist raked her eyes over the form of her ex-fiance and then asked a passing nurse to find an available intern to come down to the radiology department. ~*~*~*~ Cristina glanced worriedly at her boyfriend, who was still clenching his right hand. The tremors didn't stop after Dr. Shepherd completed the surgery to save Preston's hand. No one knew, except for the two of them. "For the last time, I am fine, Cristina," said Burke for the millionth time that day. "No, you aren't. Maybe we should talk to Shepherd..." "I am fine! And it's not like I am in the OR right now, Dr. Yang. He hasn't cleared me for surgery yet." He stomped away angrily. ~*~*~*~ George O'Malley was sent down to help Dr. Stevens with her patient. He took in her posture and noticed that she looked annoyed. "Thanks for coming, Dr. O'Malley," Dr. Stevens said, relief flooding into her voice. "Now help me get him into the MRI." "What happened?" George asked, wheeling the gurney into the exam room. "An intern assigned to Darien's case saw him seize and thought I could do something about the seizures." She shook her head. "I may be a doctor, but I am not certified to treat patients with seizures." After they loaded him onto the machine, George and the radiologist walked over to the computers and waited for the results. ~*~*~*~ drama, drama, drama... I tried to fit in everyone that I could. I feel sorry for Burke.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Apr 7, 2007 0:35:23 GMT -6
I'm gonna skip ahead to lunchtime and have a little ranting and flirting fun ~*~*~*~ George joined the rapidly growing group of interns and attendings at the usual table. He put his face in his hands and let out a sigh. "What's wrong with you?" Cristina asked in a bored voice. "Nothing." "It can't be nothing. You look tired." George sighed again. "I got assigned to Darien." The whole table went silent. Mark let out a growl and clenched his hands. "Some intern freaked out when he had a seizure and went to Dr. Stevens about it. Needless to say, she was pissed off." "With reason," responded Joanna, munching on a fry. "She doesn't have the skills to work with a patient with seizures. She is a radiologist, not an actual doctor. Besides, Lyn doesn't want to deal with Darien anymore then she has to." "He was telling me about their relationship while I was examining him." Mark growled again, his light eyes flashing. "Darien especially bragged about how he..." "George, don't," said Derek, watching the face of his ex-best friend. George was confused until he glanced over at Mark, who was looking like he wanted nothing more than to kill Darien. "Sorry." ~*~*~*~ Mark slammed the door to the on-call rooms shut and let out a frustrated yell. He didn't break anything, but he threw pillows around. He continued on until all of his anger and rage fled his body. The man dropped down on a bed, exhausted. He looked up as the door opened and revealed Caelyn, who froze at the room's condition. "Did a bomb just go off in here?" she joked as her shocked expression left her face. Mark let a smile slip onto his face. "Yeah. A large bomb." "I can tell." She plopped down next to him. "Wanna talk about it?" For a second, the plastic surgeon did nothing but stare at her. His eyes drank her in. The radiologist looked even more gorgeous in her light blue scrubs and white lab coat. "Nah." He flashed his famous McSteamy smile. "It's nothing for you to worry your pretty head off at." "Okay." Her eyes still examined his face, looking for the slighest detail as to why he trashed the on-call room. Their eyes met and the two felt the world fall away from them. Nothing else mattered to them, but each other. ~*~*~*~ and i leave you guys hanging... how mean of me
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Apr 8, 2007 9:41:46 GMT -6
~*~
If there was one thing that Joanna hated more then anything it was dealing with stupid teenagers.
"But thats not possibly!" The teenage girl whinnned loudly.
"You're pregnate." Joanna said looking threw the chart infront of her. "That's what happens when you have unprotected sex."
"But I'm only 15, what am I going to do? My Dad is going to kill me!" The girl started to cry loudly.
"I've called a OBGYN to look you over." Joanna closed her chart. She put the chart next to the girls bed and started to walk to the next patient.
"Still have such an amazing bed side manner," Darien said flipping threw a magizene.
"Haven't you died yet?" Joanna asked grabbing his chart.
"I might be," Darien lower his magizene. "Always thought hell might look like a hospitle."
"Hm." Joanna pulled out a pen. "Have you had a head injury resently?"
"Not to my knowledge, why?"
"You had some seizures while you were out. Does anyone in your family have Epilepsy?"
"For fucks sake jo!" Darien threw his magizene on the ground. "You ever break news gently?"
"Depends." Joanna shrugged her shoulers.
"How can you just assume Ep-"
"I checked with the intern who found you and as far as we can tell all of your seizures were unprovoked," Joanna closed his chart. "To make sure its not a tumor or something else they've done an MRI I see."
"And what do I have?" Darien glared.
"The tests haven't come back yet but I'm keeping you overnight with a watch to make sure you don't have another episode." Joanna closed his chart.
"Who did the MRI?" Darien asked.
"Like that means anything," Joanna said looking around to see if there was anyone else around.
"So Caelyn-"
"Listen here you pathetic excuss for a human being, leave her alone," Joanna said fingering the tube of his IV. "Don't call her, don't write her and if you so much as breath her name I'll make sure its the last thing you ever do, are we clear?"
"...You're twisted, you know that?" Darien said glaring at her.
"As your Doctor I'd advice not pissing me off, yeah?" Joanna smiled pleasently as she walked away from his bed.
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Meh.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Apr 8, 2007 20:24:51 GMT -6
Caelyn lowered her eyes to look at Mark's lips before lifting her gaze up to his eyes again. His eyes mirrored her own, the desire to kiss the other overwhelming the two. Mark moved first, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
The room's atmosphere changed, becoming more charged. The two didn't move from their position, reveling in how a little kiss could affect them so much. ~*~*~*~*~ Darien was bored. There was nothing good on TV and no one would talk with him. It was like Joanna had warned the doctors who wandered in to check him to not talk to him. His furious expression melted away when his thoughts turned to his ex-fiancee. He knew he was not too late in attempting to get her back into his arms. Darien knew that Caelyn didn't have a boyfriend at the moment and that made him happy. He didn't know what he would do if he found her with another man. ~*~*~*~ a little into Darien's head and what he thinks
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Apr 21, 2007 0:05:01 GMT -6
I don't have any ideas for this right now but why does Dr. Bailey think Joanna is trying to steal her job? Joanna haven't done anything thing with the interns.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Apr 29, 2007 9:17:27 GMT -6
oops... I will change it
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on May 2, 2007 3:58:10 GMT -6
okay. Sorry I'm having writer's block on this...
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on May 2, 2007 15:27:16 GMT -6
me too... I especially didn't like last week's episode. Derek is so stupid to even think about becoming Chief of Surgery instead of being with Meredith. And the way he treated her.... urg.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on May 2, 2007 15:56:35 GMT -6
I haven't watche last weeks ep either.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on May 11, 2007 15:20:42 GMT -6
Joanna tried not to smile when she saw Caelyn exit the on-call room with Mark, both of them smiling. She knew that they had been kissing and was secretly happy that her friend had found happiness again. ~*~*~*~*~ Caelyn stared at the results of Darien's x-rays with Dr. Shepherd. It didn't look good.
"Looks like Dr. Robertson will be needing surgery," said Derek, his eyes roaming around the picture. "He's got an aneurysm close to the cerebellum."
Caelyn frowned. "Which means that if you mess up, I am not saying that you will, you may accidently damage his cerebellum and he may lose muscle coordination and his equilibrium of his body."
"Yes." He glanced over at the radiologist. "How are you coping with this?"
"I am fine." She ran a hand through her hair. "If he and I were still in a relationship and this happened, I would be a wreck." ~*~*~*~*~ Derek and Caelyn entered Darien's room with Joanna following after them. They had just given her the news and she wished to be present when they told him.
Darien smiled widely as he saw the radiologist. "Hey love."
"What did I tell you?" Joanna growled.
"Dr. Robertson," Derek said loudly. Darien turned his attention to the older man. "Your results show that you have an aneurysm near your cerebellum. As you too are a doctor, I am sure you know the risks of surgery, but it is necessary that we operate immediately."
"So is that what was causing my seizure?"
"Yes. Do you want to have the surgery?"
Darien's eyes landed on Caelyn, who was flipping through his chart. His expression softened slightly and he nodded to Dr. Shepherd. "Yes, I will have the surgery."
"Okay. I'll go grab Dr. Grey so she can prep you for surgery." With one last look at Darien, Derek walked away with Joanna following.
Caelyn shut the chart and was about to return it to Darien when he pulled her forward, off of her feet. He kissed her gently but she didn't respond. When he let her go, she rushed out of the room. ~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on May 16, 2007 19:51:37 GMT -6
~*~ Meredith sighed heavily as her pager went off. "Who is it?" Cristina asked as the interns were walking back to go to their rounds from lunch. "Phone call," Meredith frowned slightly. "Better hurry," Izzy said smiling "Could be something important." "Yeah," Meredith couldn't help but feel a cold shiver run down her back. "See you later!" George dragged the other two girls off along with Alex. Meredith walked over to the phone on the nurse’s station and pressed line two. "This is Meredith Grey." "Ms. Grey? This is Sarah from Roseridge Home for Extended Care," The women's voice was soft and soothing but Meredith felt as if the bottom of the world had just fallen out of her world. "Yes," Meredith heard her voice answer but wasn't sure if it was really her talking. She felt as if she was watching from above her own body. "Meredith-" Derek said as he came striding down the corridor. Meredith watched her body put up a finger in the sign of "One Minuet” and turn away from him. "Well, Ms. Grey, it's about your mother...You may want to sit down." Sarah sighed softly on the other end. "This is-" Derek said reaching out to touch her but Dr. Dorrian grabbed his arm. "What?" "Why don't you go get prepped, I'll inform her of the surgery and send her up, alright?" She said calmly. "What is it? Is she..." Meredith closed her eyes and forced her self to breath. "...Alright." Derek walked off towards surgery. ~*~ Joanna watched Derek walk off down the hallway. She turned her eyes back to the intern Grey who was talking on the phone. Joanna remembered that stiff back, the emotionless answers. Meredith hung up the phone and turned around and seemed frightened by Joanna’s presence. “Oh, Doctor-“ “Come with me,” Joanna motioned with two fingers and opened the door to the on-call room. Meredith fallowed slowly and flinched when the door closed. “What’s this about? “Meredith asked flatly. “Doctor Shepherd wants you to help with Darien Robertson surgery.” Joanna said leaning against the door as Meredith sat down on the only chair. “Then I should…” Meredith got up to leave but Joanna stood her ground in front of the door. “Could you move?” “You have about 10 minuets before they need you up there.” Joanna said looking squarely in Meredith’s eyes. “I can find someone else to cover for you if you want to skip out on this. “Why would I want to skip out on this?” Meredith crossed her arms and glared at Joanna like she wanted to set her on fire. “When my mother died I couldn’t get out of bed for three days. I sat in my room and cried cursing god and any one else who would listen. I wouldn’t even hug my baby brother when my father brought him home because I was convinced he killed my mom.” Joanna said looking over Meredith’s head at a dent in the wall. “…” Meredith sat down on the chair and put her head in her hands. “How’d you know she…” “I remember looking in the mirror when I got the call.” Joanna bent down so she was at eye level with Meredith. “She passed in her sleep, they said-they said I should be happy for that!” Meredith started to weep uncontrollably. “Let it out,” Joanna said rubbing Meredith’s back. “She was evil when she was lucid she’d-“ Meredith choked out a sob. “But I feel this big hole now that she’s…” “…I know someone who can help people deal with grief.” Joanna hated Warren most of the time but he was good at his job. “I can give you his number if you want to talk to some one.” ~*~ Un-freezing Jo’s heart a little bit.
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