LIFE DURING WARTIME
5x6

"Damnit!" Rowan strutted towards her room, that was located in Meredith Grey's home.

She had gotten a speeding ticket while being drunk.

"Hey, Ro, are you okay?" Derek asked coming out of his and Meredith's shared room.

"No," Rowan stated simply.

Everyone loved how honest the blonde was, and not only that, she was a joy to have in the house. It pained her to think about how everyone will react once they know she's gone back to England. Everyone being her two best friends—Meredith and Derek—and Lexie.

"What's wrong?" Derek tilts his head back slightly.

The blonde let out a sigh, one dimple appearing as she bit her cheek, deciding whether or not to tell the neurosurgeon what was wrong. The blonde pulled a paper out of her messenger bag, shoving it in his hands.

"The hells this?" Derek couldn't believe what he was looking at.

"The hells it look like?" Rowan imitated Derek's deep voice.

"Don't joke about something like that," Derek basically threw the paper back at her.

"Would I joke about something like this?" Rowan crossed her arms, crinkling the paper in her hand in the process.

"No," Derek shook his head. "What are you gonna do?"

"For now, nothing," Rowan's head turned to look down the hall and back at Derek.

"Well, you told them something to make them keep you here for three months," Derek accused.

"I told them I was engaged," Rowan situated her bag on her shoulder.

"Rowan— how do you plan to explain that to anyone, ever?" Derek squinted, Meredith stumbling out of the room.

"Can you guys keep it down?" She scolded. "Alex and Izzie are sleeping."

"Oh, Meredith! You'll never guess what Ro got herself into this time," Derek shook his head.

"Derek—" Rowan squeezed her eyes shut, opening them when she realized what he said. "This time?"

"What'd you do?" Meredith smiled with amusement.

"I got a speeding ticket," Rowan shrugged. "And I'm getting deported in three months."

"That's not the full story—"

"If I don't get married," Rowan pointed.

"Because?" Derek tilted his head.

"Because," Rowan drew out, "I told them I was engaged."

"You what?" Meredith asked with disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

"Look— it doesn't matter. I have three months," Rowan pressed her lips together as she walked towards her room.

"And what happens when those three months are up?" Derek throws his hands up, following the blonde OB towards her room.

"I get sent back to hell—my parents house," Rowan said with fake enthusiasm.

"Or you marry someone," Meredith said only halfway joking.

"Haha," Rowan rolled her eyes. "Very funny. That's not gonna happen. I'll be deported."

"No you won't," Meredith pursed her lips. "Even if I have to marry you myself."

"I bet Derek here would love that," Rowan nodded mockingly. "Maybe I'll agree just to piss him off. I wouldn't mind marrying a Grey."

"Okay, knock it off. We'll figure something out. Mark would marry you," Derek joked.

"Definitely not," Rowan shut her door.

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"Is everything okay?" Lexie squealed as Cristina swapped places with her.

"Shut up. Don't move," Cristina whispered.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Hunt," Owen walks in with Rowan following. "Over the next few months, I will be teaching you how to work quickly and efficiently to keep someone alive in circumstances where the safe bet is they're dead by the end of the hour."

Lexie raised her hand slightly.

"Dr. Grey?" Owen said without looking up from his watch.

"Isn't Dr— um, Dr. Potter a obstetrician?" Lexie swallows nervously as Cristina uses Lexie to block herself from Owen.

Owen didn't answer.

Rowan cleared her throat, "Yes, I am, Dr. Grey. I am just, simply lending a free hand while I have the extra time."

"I also thought she could teach everyone a thing or two about her field. Now does anyone have a problem working with live tissue?" Owen asked. "Anyone? Speak now. In fact, leave now. If not, we own you for the rest of the day."

Everyone stood still in place.

"Good. Here we go," Owen slides the curtain away, revealing at least four pigs.

Rowan squints her eyes waiting for the reveal, if she weren't raised by Eleanor and Luke fucking Potter she might have gotten sick then and there.

"Each resident gets a pig," Owen elaborates. "Interns assist. Hang on."

Owen pulls out a pocket knife out of his pocket, and stabs each of the pigs in the stomach, everyone groaning in disgust.

"Go ahead," Owen jerked his head. "Save their lives."

Everyone stands in place with their hands over their mouths, shocked.

"You're a monster," Izzie shook her head.

"They're under. They didn't feel any pain," Owen assured. "Ask the veterinarian."

"You stabbed them," Izzie pointed out.

"So we can save them," Cristina stepped out from behind Lexie.

"We can practice on— on surgical mannequins. We can learn to do the exact same stuff," Izzie talked a mile a minute.

"Does that mean your out?" Owen stood with his hands on his hips.

"Yeah, I'm out," Izzie scoffed looking at Alex and speeding out of the room.

"In that case," Rowan stepped forward. "Who wants two pigs?"

Everyone raised their hands.

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Owen and Rowan each take a side of the room, watching over the group on their side, both watching the group the middle—George's group. Rowan got Cristina's group, and Owen got Alex's.

"Good. That looks good," Owen praised as he walked into the middle.

"Are you petting the pig?" Cristina looked over at Lexie.

"I— I was—"

"Stop petting the pig," Cristina jutted her head forward as not to cause a scene with Rowan.

"You seem to be spending a lot of time on that anastomosis," Rowan tilted her head up to see better, lifting a brow.

"What was your name again?" Owen appeared beside Rowan.

"Yang," Cristina said as if they'd known each other for years. "Dr. Yang."

"Right," Owen nodded. "Come take a look at this guys pig."

"O'Malley?" Cristina furrowed her brows, following after the blonde.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Alex whispered from the other side of the room.

"Here," George stepped back slightly. "Make way for Dr. Yang."

"You see what he did?" Owen asked. "He stopped the bleeding, and then he moved on to his liver lacerations."

"Yes," Cristina noted. "But sloppy work can lead to complications. Two days from now when this pig starts vomiting blood, O'Malley's gonna wish he'd been a little more thorough."

"He can come back later and make things pretty when his pigs stable," Owen cocked his head. "Meanwhile, your pig is getting acidotic and hypothermic. If this was some scrawny kid instead of a pig, he'd be dead by now, quick and dirty, Cristine."

Rowan snorted as Cristina corrected him, "'A.' Cristina."

Rowan covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold back her laughter.

"Oh, you think this is funny, Rowan?" Cristina nodded.

"What? No. It's not," Rowan shook her head.

omg! tbh i probably
posted this on new
years eve, didn't i?

all jokes aside, this,
roses and changed
are my main focus
rn!

also, there wasn't
much to go off on
this episode so i only
have one chapter for
this episode 😽