My hair is up in a high ponytail as I'm with the rest of the surgical interns for this year, seeing my competition. Meredith isn't even here, she went out to the bar Jo's and fucked some cute human "Each of you" Dr. Richard Webber, really good friend of my mom's speaks to us all "comes here today hopeful, wanting in on the game" I hear the door behind us open, I don't need to look to know that it's Meredith my older sister "a month ago you were in med school being taught by doctors, today...you are the doctors" he opens the door to one of the OR rooms that I use to look down from up in the OR galleries.

"Your late" I whisper to Meredith who is next to me.

"Had to get" she whispers to me "the guy out of the house"

"Not complaining" shaking my head to her "just stating"

We walk around the room, finally being here. Most of us will, some will choose other fields while some will be surgeons "The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident will be the best and worst of your life" part of my life, since I am immortal "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" I notice many look my way when Dr. Webber says five of you will crack and two will be asked to leave. Their judging me based on the fact that I have this purple flower tattoo on my right wrist. I also have a tattoo on my side, an Alice in Wonderland quote "Have I gone mad? I'm afraid so, you're entirely bonkers but I'll tell you a little secret...all the best people are" with the quote there is a pocket watch tattoo with two red roses that are bleeding to it.

(This bloody red rose is what the two red roses on the Alice in Wonderland quote are supposed to look like and the stem is supposed to be a darker color of green)

Plus I'm dressed more like I'm about to go have fun while they are all covered up. I'm wearing a buttoned up black too with blue skinny jeans with black ankle boots. I mean it is cold in here but I'm able to survive since this isn't freezing cold. The humans here are more dressed to cover themselves all up and more professional with the dress shirts for the guys or long sleeves for house wife women.

"This is your starting line" Dr. Webber continues "this is your arena, how well you play...that is up to you"

~Locker Room~

We head to the intern locker room and get dressed into light blue scrubs. All surgical interns and surgical residents have to wear light blue scrubs while surgical attendings wear dark blue scrubs. Many of the guys and some of the women eye me as I change into the scrubs.

"You know" Meredith tells me as I'm lacing my sneakers together "everyone is staring at us"

"Their staring at me" having my stethoscope be around my neck "so...guy from last night? The sex?"

"Really good" she tells me

"Okay, Martin, Robinson, Bond, Hawkins" a second year calls for his surgical interns. Your an intern for one year then as a second year you get a group of interns to help you out but you also raise them.

Looking over at a woman who is next to us. She has black hair, dark eyes and sharp Asian features "six women out of twenty"Meredith complains

"Yeah" she looks at us "I hear one of them's a model" putting her things in her locker, all my things are in my locker "and another I hear owns a night club. Seriously, that's gonna help with the respect thing? I mean the night club owner she is doing two things at once, that is respectable but the model?"

"I see" she looks at me as I smile "my reputation proceeds me. I'm Luna, the one that owns the night club" I own a night club up here in Seattle called Elysium that I opened during my college days, dad helped me out by calling in his favors that people owed him. Like my dad's night club called LUX, Elysium is fully packed every night "and the model" looking around only to guess who it is "she might have just payed her way through the modeling...but you are right. She isn't going to get much respect at first for being a model"

"You're Cristina, right?" Meredith asks

"Patton, Monroe..." another second year calls for us.

"What resident" she asks us "are you two assigned to? I've got Bailey"

"Same" confirming "this is my sister Meredith"

"The Nazi?" Meredith asks "me too"

"You got the Nazi?" A guy win short brown hair, normal skin and brown eyes looks at us. He's got a boner for Meredith, at the party that was thrown last night he was eyeing my sister the whole time "so did I. At least we'll be tortured together, right? I'm George O'Malley" closing his locker "we met at the mixer. You had on a black dress" coming over towards us as he stutters "with a slit up the side, strappy sandals, and..." looking at me "wow, your really gorgeous, I didn't see"

"I wasn't at the mixer for long" I tell him as I lean against the lockers with my arms crossed "this is my older sister Meredith"

"You three" he says "probably think I'm gay" or just really into Meredith "no, I'm not gay"

"Uh huh" Cristina leaves us while I watch the show.

"It's" he stutters as he looks at us "it's just that you were...you were very unforgettable. The both of you and your really really beautiful-and I said that"

"O'Malley" the fifth year that is assigning us calls for us "Yang, Grey, Stevens and Morningstar"

Meredith and I walk to the resident "Bailey?" Cristina asks

"End of the hall" he points, looking over we see a small maybe not even five foot tall brown skinned black woman with short straight hair in a bob.

"That's the Nazi?" Cristina asks surprised as Meredith and I join her.

"I thought" tilting my head "she's have a Nazi tattoo" she most certainly will not have a Nazi tattoo, my bad.

"I thought the Nazi" George is next to us as he looks at our resident "would be a guy"

"I thought a Nazi" Meredith speaks "would be a Nazi"

Hearing rushing footsteps, looking over we see a tall blonde come over "Maybe it's professional jealousy, maybe she's brilliant and they call her a Nazi because their jealous"

Scoffing at her words "Oh, your going to get eaten up"

She looks at me offended "Excuse you?"

"Oh honey" giving her a look "I'm pretty sure they call her the Nazi because of her attitude towards people"

"Don't honey me" she looks at me all fowl "maybe she's nice"

"Let me guess" Cristina says all judgmental in her voice "You're the model"

She gives Cristina a look as she goes all happy perky to our resident "Hi" holding her hand out smiling "I'm Isobel Stevens, but everyone calls me Izzie"

Bailey just stares at Izzie with a pissed off expression before speaking "I have five rules" Izzie puts her hand away "memorize them. Rule number one don't bother sucking up I already hate you that's not going to change" called it on her attitude "trauma protocol, phone lists, pagers. Nurses will page you" we grab one of each before following Bailey as she walks off somewhere "you will answer every page at a run-a run" putting up two fingers looking back at us walking backwards before turning back around "your first shirt starts now and lasts forty eight hours, your interns-grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs" following her across the cat walk to some place "write orders, work every second of the night until you drop and don't complain" sounds like torture. Aunt Maze would love this.

We are silent as Bailey opens a door to a room with bunk beds in them "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 up unless your patient is actually dying. Rule number four: the dying patient better not be dead when I get there, not only will you have killed someone" she writes something down on her clipboard "you would have woke me for no good reason we clear?" Meredith raises her hand "Yes?"

"You said five rules" Meredith states "that was only four"

Bailey's pager goes off and she checks it before answering Meredith "Rule number five: when I move, you move" she moves through us and we follow her "get out of my way!"