PINKY AND THE BOND
Chapter 3: Solitaire and Bond
Disclaimer: We’ve been over this, I don’t own anything. If I did, things would so be different on the show.
Ok so I’m sitting in my awesome bedroom. It’s a nice green not too bright not too dark, perfect, and I’m surrounded by things that I’ve gotten on my travels or things that people have brought back for me. I usually come in here to do homework and to write because it makes me feel creative. Today it is not making me feel creative. I’m just sitting here trying to get my internet to connect, listening to Bruce Springsteen and trying to come up with something interesting to write that you guys will enjoy. Ok I’ll stop doing this and I’ll try to write something.
My beta is on spring break and I can’t bounce my strange ideas off of her --. This makes it so much harder. Bla bla bla I know shut up and get to the story.
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Previously…
It had been ten years... she had dyed her hair to her natural mousy blonde and officially entered into the medical career track... while contemplating the changes that she had undergone in the past ten years, a voice broke her thoughts. “Well, well, pinky is all grown up.”
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‘Pinky… Who would be calling her pinky, she hadn’t had pink hair since moving to Seattle her senior year in high school… wait since moving… Now she remembered, there were only two people who had ever called her pinky. But no, it couldn’t be him. Of course not, what would he be doing here in Seattle, he should be in New York making rich people beautiful.’ She thought to herself.
What happened next could have been plucked from a movie. As she turned around to see exactly who had called pinky, Dr. Baily announced that they would now proceed with pre-rounds. Of course she could have lagged behind a second to confirm who the mysterious speaker was, but even that was not an option with a person like Christina Yang beside you.
“Meredith come on. I am not going to miss all of the good cases because you are off in la-la land.” Christina said practically dragging her down the hall.
Now being dragged down the hall of the hospital you work in isn’t exactly the greatest feeling in the world. After being let go, Meredith could only stand a bit straighter and smooth her scrubs over. She tried to listen to everything that was being said in the first room, but her mind kept wondering back to her last few months in NYC. They had been better than she had thought they would be. Spending time with Bond and Addison had been great, she had only wished that they could of spent more time together, but now being an intern herself she was amazed that they had managed to find any time to fit her in at all.
A sharp call of her name was all it took to bring Meredith out of her reminiscing.
“Grey, Stevens you’re in the pit,” Baily said as she finished assigning jobs for the day.
‘Great the pit, a day of sutures.’ Meredith thought as she entered the elevator. All thoughts of dreamy Bonds of her past far from her mind, as she entered the busy hell that was the pit. Soon her and Izzy were broken up, each going different ways to treat basically the same patient.
Meredith’s day was filled with, ‘Does it hurt when I push here? No it’s not cancer, your son just has a bruise.’ God she hated the pit.
Lunch seemed to be the only reprieve from what was turning out to be a very long day. The interns had discovered the basement, where all of the broken down cots and beds were stored. It seemed to be the only quite place in the entire hospital.
“How cool is this job, today I got to help with a skin graft,” Christina said practically beaming.
“Yang shut up! All I’ve done is run from code to code,” Alex said from the dark corner trying to persuade his migraine to magically go away. “ I feel like death is following me like a plague.”
“God, who sprinkled drama queen on your oatmeal this morning?” Christina said with a healthy roll of the eyes, to get her point across.
This seemed to be too much for the interns, because it seemed that everyone had taken a break from their stressful days to have a good laugh at Alex. Once everyone had calmed down talk turned to various attendings.
“Did anyone get to work with Burke?” Christina asked as she took a sip of her apple juice. She was just met with shakes of the head by everyone. “I can’t wait to work with him. He’s one the best cardio surgeons in the country, think of how much he knows. I bet he gets some pretty awesome surgeries.” She added as an after thought.
“It’s so cool that SG gets so many prestigious surgeons, not to mention hot surgeons,” Izzy said. “Today I was in the pit and was stitching up some guy and out of no where this seriously hot, and I mean H-O-T guy pops up and starts showing me how to do suture without causing scaring.”
The phrase ‘suturing without scaring’ seemed to strike a chord in Meredith because her attention which had been mainly on her green salad was now focused entirely on Izzy’s story about this wonder doctor.
“God I want to go into plastics,” Alex said from his corner. “Think of the chicks you get when you’re in plastics.”
“Wait who’s the plastics doctor?” Meredith asked.
“Oh what was his name…. umm….” But before Izzy could finish answering Meredith received a page.
‘What the hell,’ she thought. ‘How hard is it to find something out in a place like this!’
Making her way up the numerous flights of stairs, she finally made it to the 4th floor nurses station. No one was there. Now she knew that the Gods were messing with her.
Just as she was about to leave a nurse showed up and told her that she had a phone call.
This phone call turned out to be on of the worst kind. It was a call from the living center that her mother was in. Turned out that her mother was having a bad day, and kept calling for her daughter. The only thing Meredith could do was take the rest of the day, and try to go calm her mother down.
Sitting in the room with her mother was a lot harder than one would imagine. Ellis was sitting at her desk shuffling papers, believing that she was at the hospital on a big case. She looked up, “Suzanne, where is Mrs. Williams chart?” She asked.
“I’m not Suzanne, I’m Meredith.”
“No, no, Meredith is 17. We had a big fight last night. I don’t understand that girl, she keeps wasting her time on this theater nonsense,” Ellis said going back to the papers on her desk.
Not knowing what else she could do, Meredith tried to bring her mother back to the present. “No, mom, I’m right here and I went into medicine just like we talked about. Remember?”
She didn’t know how much more she could do this. Every time her mother was suffering like this, it would bring up painful memories from her past. Fights they had had. It just seemed to remind Meredith of how she had failed and disappointed her mother.
She had to get out of there, she couldn’t relive this particular fight yet again. As quickly as she could, she made her way out of the room, promising that she would visit again. Only to be met with another ‘Yes, Suzanne you go home, it’s late.”
It was late, it was 9pm and she had had the worst of days. Nothing stood out as a bright spot. She really didn’t want to go home to an empty house… Maybe she should let George and Izzy move in with her. No the only suitable option was to go to a bar and drink her bad day away.
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(Ok she’s at the bar, screw the drive over)
"Mer...Mer..." Joe waved his hand in front of Meredith's face as she intently looked down onto the bar counter.
"MEREDITH!" Meredith jumped up and sighed.
"Joe, I was SO close."
Joe just shook his head before placing yet another shot of tequila next to her.
"Meredith you’re scaring the customers." Joe said with another sigh.
"HEY I'm trying to win here," Meredith said as she felt the counter for a moment before she found the shot and gently slammed the glass back onto the granite counter.
Joe leaned over and looked Meredith directly in the eye, "no one plays solitare with cards anymore... especially in a bar."
At this Meredith narrowed her eyes slightly, "I am playing because I can never win solitaire on the computer so I'm trying cards because cards don't have calculators or word processing or internet access or anything else that makes me seem stupid so I am playing solitaire with cards… Plus I can cheat with cards." She added.
Joe raised his hands in the air in defeat before pouring her a glass of wine and walking off to another customer. Only a little pissed that he had switched her from tequila to wine, Meredith intently set in her eyes back on the five of hearts hoping that she could find a six to put it on.
Just as she worked a game plan out in her head, a voice interrupted her. "Well well, isn't it pinky all grown up."
‘…. Wait hadn’t she heard that this morning?’ She wondered, she couldn’t be so drunk that she was making up voices in her head was she? No, no she was sure that it had been real. So with a careful swivel of the bar stool she turned to look for the mysterious speaker.
There he was standing there like some Greek God. Damn He looked good. As time had gone by his brown hair had been speckled with a few grey strands. He pulled it off. Her musings were interrupted when he spoke again,
“Pinky aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” He said with a smile as he sat back down.
‘Oh god, he’s actually here… what do I say? THINK OF SOMETHING TO SAY YOU NITWIT’ she screamed at herself.
“You stole my laser pointer,” she said somewhat lamely. ‘God you’re an idiot. You stole my laser pointer? Is that really the only thing you could come up with?’ she thought.
All he could do was laugh. Here was the only girl that he had never felt like he had to be someone else around, accusing him of stealing her laser pointer 10 years ago. “Yes I did steal your laser pointer.”
He was laughing at her. How dare he waltz in here and laugh at her after the day that she had had.
Before she could formulate a response in her alcohol ridden state, he was speaking again. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m playing solitaire,” she said turning back to her card game.
“Yes but why are you playing solitaire in a bar at 10:30 at night on a Monday?” He asked, leaning over to check her progress.
"Because I'm celibate, and instead of focusing my mind thoughts on sex, it's on solitaire." Was her answer.
"Or maybe instead of thinking of solitaire and sex how about you think of what happened to my laser pointer, " He said, reaching over and moving a 3 onto a four.
Frustrated that yet another person had seen a move that she had missed, Meredith almost didn’t catch what he had said.
“Wait! Your laser pointer? You stole that from me, it’s mine!”
“That’s beside the point,” He said waving it off. “What’s got my Pinky so down? And why is she focusing on solitaire over sex? It’s always been my philosophy that sex can make a bad day good and a good day even better, especially if it’s with me,” He added with what he would call his seductive smirk, scooting even closer to Meredith.
Sex with Bond… No, no she couldn’t go down that road.
“Sex is bad, it’s screwed me up. So I decided to be celibate. I tried knitting for a while, but I can’t knit and solitaire is something that I can do.” She said still trying to get images of a night of sex with the man next to her out of her head.
“Right,” Mark laughed sarcastically as he waved Joe over to order a whiskey. “If you’re good at solitaire, I’m bad at sex.”
“Well admittance is the first step to solving the problem,” she retorted, going back to her game. Beside her Mark started nursing his drink watching his companion hard at work.
Mark leaned over to give her a hint, all the while taking in her hair’s addicting scent. He couldn’t quite place the smell, vanilla? No… something coconut. Whatever it was, it was better than any drug.
“Kings can go in the open spaces…oops.”
Meredith looked down and saw that mark had accidentally knocked some cards off of the counter and onto the floor. As Meredith was picking up the cards, Joe came over to say something, mark cut him off by placing a fifty on the counter,
“Cover her tab too and keep the change.”
Receding a bit, Mark bent down and placed a passionate kiss on her shoulder and slowly walked away, “oh and as for your laser pointer, if you want it back. Friday night, meet me at Assagio Ristorante at eight. I’ll be sure to have it handy. It’ll make a nice light show later,” he said winking then slipping out the door.
All Meredith could do was stand there with her mouth wide open holding a bunch of cards, she couldn’t help but feel her heart beat speed up and a smile reach her face. Damn it, Friday couldn’t come fast enough. She had a date with Bond.
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OK how cool am I? I told a lot of you that it would be next weekend before I could get an update. But I did it all today/tonight.
Elisaday16 this is for you. I want you to know that I put off my 15 page midterm on women’s roles in the French Revolution just to get this out and updated. nn
-McBusy (my new name thoughtfully given by Elisaday16)
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