2. Noah

"Why do you have a poster up for roommates if you don't want roommates?" Emily asked, rolling her eyes. She reached for the coffee cup in the cardboard holder. Her hand was smacked by a glaring Meredith's. She glanced at where Bailey was, "Sucking up, now?"

"I do want roommates."

"That's not what you said. Besides," she added, "We're together a hundred hours a week. We won't even see each other like ever."

"Exactly. I just a few people to liven up the place. You want to live together?" Emily shrugged as Cristina joined them.

"I see you bringing bribes now, huh?" The woman snarked as George made his sales pitch, followed by Izzie's. The blonde turned to Emily, who raised an eyebrow from where she ate a chocolate granola bar.

"What?"

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Meredith gave her a glance and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I have my own place! What?"

"Nothing. I just want two total strangers who I don't have to talk to, or be nice to, and it's not a bribe, it's a mocha latte," She explained, sending a glare to every one of her friends and strolling up to their resident. The black woman handed out assignments crisply and orderly.

"George, you're running the code team. Meredith, take the trauma pager. Cristina, deliver the weekend labs to the patients. Izzie, you're on sutures. Emily, you're on scut." The short woman continued to the stairs as Meredith tried to bribe their resident. Emily sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Totally not a bribe," She muttered under her breath and was rewarded with a Bailey speech about her unhappiness. "'Course, Dr. Bailey," As Cristina muttered something to Meredith, the black woman disappeared, and the brunette turned to the station to gather files and cases for scut. Lab look ups, rewriting messy reports. Fun day for her.

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"Can you page someone? I need a neuro consult." She glanced up, blinking several times to adjust her eyes to the bright lights. A man was standing in front of her, a cocky expression across his face.

"Ask a nurse, I'm busy," She returned to the binder in front of her, resting her head on her hand. She twirled a pen in her left hand as the man still stood in front of her, annoyed.

"Ask a nurse, I'm asking one," Her head snapped up. She may have been only wearing her scrubs but she was clearly not a nurse. "So can you page neuro or not?"

"I am not a nurse. So find a nurse and ask them. I am a surgeon." She stressed the word. His smirk got cockier, if that was any possible. "You must be Karev. The guy who thought Meredith was a nurse." The man's smile faltered. "Not every woman is a nurse in this hospital, Karev. Learn respect or I'll force it down your throat." She stacked up the binders, walking away to a more secluded location. The tunnels.

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She rested the binder in her lap, open on the freshest lab. No drugs. She bit her lip. Then what was it? Her phone vibrated. Busy? A text read. Save it for her brother to worry.

:im fine stop worrying:

:thats a funny joke:

:youre a funny joke:

:feelings hurt:

:good:

:ouch sis someone's cranky:

:no sleep had to stay at our cramp apartment:

:find a place:

:not that easy not everyone is hotshot surgeon: She sent this with a annoyed emoji :royal inbreds are here like meredith grey ykno ellis greys kid:

:so youre hiding your royalty?:

:pretty much itd be worse for me if they knew the Noah Moore, world class doctors without borders doctor guy is my brother: Emily paused. She missed her brother dearly but she knew that he was needed in Africa. For little kids.

:hows residency anyways?:

:good made friends:

:what are friends:

:funny:

:i try anyway i know its early and its like your second day but you should consider peds as a specialty:

:and become you? Nah:

:excuse me i am still young and cool:

:sure cause being 36 is not ripe and old: She grinned at what her brother's face would be, :gotta go scuts got me busy and baileys gonna kill me if i dont finish:

:i gotta go anyways saving kids and all that:

:i hate you:

:you love me envy isnt pretty on you lil sis:

:you dont think anything is pretty on me:

:true:

:maybe ugly you are pretty ugly: Another ding. Another text from her brother. Shaking her head, she typed her reply.

:i get why youre single:

:i literally have 2 kids:

Smiling, she set the phone beside her, checking the time. Only a young 10:49. Sighing, she stretched out her back, deciding to finish up this binder and going to another nurse's station to work.

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"What's that?" George's voice made her look up from where she ordered another lab for an old man who was coughing and wasn't responding to meds.

"Don't ask; you don't want to know." Meredith replied, settling the red box on the counter. She grabbed a few files. George persisted and Emily looked up.

"Why? Is it like a penis or something?" The curly-haired woman asked jokingly. Meredith froze, staring at her.

"Severed." The blonde added helpfully, clicking a pen as Meredith walked into the office. Emily tilted her head as George suppressed a shudder.

"I didn't really want to know,"

Two voices continued behind her, making her turn. Karev and Cristina were walking behind her, discussing what seemed to be a hug? "Since when does the possession of ovaries become an insult?" She asked, leaning against the doorway.

"Meredith's carrying a penis in a jar,"

"From the rape surgery?"

"Yeah and it's not a jar," Meredith corrected him, exiting the office. "It's a cooler." Cristina opened it, as if wondering if it could be sewn back on.

"Talk about taking a bite out of justice," The Asian remarked, following after Karev with a file. Meredith grabbed the cooler, bringing it with her back into the office. Emily watched as George followed her movement with her eyes before facing forward again. Smiling, she turned to the brunet who took the gesture as encouragement.

"It's sick and twisted… have you been doing it without me?" Bits of their conversation piqued her interest as Emily stood.

"Doing what?" She popped up behind George, who yelped. "Please tell me you aren't jumping each other's bones."

"No!" They yelled.

"Do you know what happened if anyone knew?" Meredith added, staring at George, who walked over pulling Meredith's chair along with him.

"I'm doing it," The intern's grin appeared. "You can come with me, or you can stay here and be miserable." She chuckled as she left the penis. Emily gaped in complete confusion and shock, following them quickly.

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Babies. Utterly cute babies.

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"You are so picky," Emily mumbled as they walked away from the three interns who had wanted the house.

"I need good roommates. Ones with proper taste in music." Emily shrugged, sipping her coffee.

"Ah. So you are being picky." Meredith hummed, parting ways with the brunette as Emily made her way to drop off her charts.

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"Who here feels like they have no idea what they're doing?"

Emily raised her hand, glancing at Alex who didn't. Rolling her eyes, she used his body as a pillow, resting her head in his lap. He scowled, trying to bump her off, but she firmly resisted.

"I mean, are we supposed to be learning something? Because I don't feel like I'm learning anything."

"Except how not to sleep."

"It's like there's this wall. The attendings and residents are over there, being surgeons, and we are over here, being…"

"Suturing, code-running, lab-delivering penis minders." Meredith finished for Cristina.

"I hate being an intern." Alex muttered.

"I hate being near you," Emily retorted, "But I'm prepared to be the bigger person. Besides, you're a squishy pillow. Do you work out?" She added snidely. Bailey appeared around the corner, a disbelieving expression on her face. They all stood, leaving the tunnels hastily. Don't mess with the Nazi.

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Another buzz at her hip signaled another notification. Her lock screen was lit up and she let the corners of her mouth quirk up at her background. It always made her do that. Smile, and remember that time. Her brother's big grin as he held his newborn baby boy as she played with her hands. Noah's wife had been behind the camera, framing their sibling bond. Expecting it to be from her brother, she was not disappointed.

:forgot to ask you if derek works at SG:

:derek?:

:some might know him as dr. shepherd neuro:

:yeah why:

:hanging out with old buds: An attachment followed it. She opened the picture, and was greeted with a picture of her brother, a pretty woman with curly red hair and a handsome man with blue eyes. They were all smiling and happy.

:oh so you do have friends:

:shut up and ask derek to call me:

:ill try:

She glanced up from her fellow interns who stared at Meredith. "Okay, fine, George and Izzie, you can move into the house." The mentioned interns cheered, disbelieving tones in their voices. "I can't believe I caved," The blonde repeated Izzie's words, her voice quiet. Cristina glanced over her shoulder, at the infants and their adorableness. The brunet and blonde danced off.

"I blame the babies. They make you toxic," The black-haired woman passed Meredith, walking down the hall. Which left just Meredith and Emily. The curly-haired woman walked up beside Meredith, chancing a glance at her.

"They'll be good roommates," She stated confidently, sticking her hands into her pockets. "Besides," She shrugged, "if Izzie bakes, that's more food for you. God, they are so cute," Emily added, in reference to the babies.

"I'm waiting to see how long it takes for me to regret my decision." Meredith joked and she chuckled. Emily watched one baby reach for bare air, her smile becoming warm.

"I gotta go find Dr. Shepherd. See you, Meredith,"

"See ya." The brunette walked down the hall the way Cristina went, towards the locker rooms. "You really are toxic," The blonde repeated, smiling as the babies continued to coo.

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There he was. Dr. Shepherd. About to enter the elevator as Meredith walked away, her smile secret. He was talking after her, a grin wide across his mouth. "No self-control. It's sad. Really," He shook his head minutely, slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"Dr. Shepherd," Emily called, running after him, "Hold the doors," The man stood in the way of the elevator doors as he waited. "Thanks," She breathed, walking into the elevator. Her hazel eyes scanned his form as he entered, debating if now was a good time to tell him. He had a friendly smile upon his face as he nodded to her. Her phone was just in her bag and no one else was in the elevator as she pressed one. "Dr. Shepherd," She started and he turned to her, "you know my brother." She internally winced. That was forward.

"Do I now?" He asked, "Would it be one Noah Moore?" At her shock, the neurosurgeon smiled broadly. "Your eyes are a lot like your brother's. What about him?"

"He worries," She informed him vaguely, shrugging, "You should call more often, sir,"

"Derek."

"What?"

"My name. Officially, we are off work and I feel obliged to befriend his little sister."

"No need, sir." Emily offered a small smile, "But he did send me a picture. He said he was hanging out with old friends," She took out her phone, enlarging the attachment. She bit her lip nervously as Derek tilted the phone towards him for a better view. His smile vanished, his cordial blue eyes turning dark. The elevator dinged, signalling that the doors were about to open. He pulled away, walking rather quickly away from her. Gaping, she followed after him, calling, "Dr. Shepherd!" He ignored her, walking to his car. Emily growled in frustration, calling him again.

"Go,"

"No." Her own answer shocked her. But she kept her ground, "No, I will not 'go'. Noah worries because you moved across the country without a single word. Dr. Shepherd," Her tone quietened, "I know enough about you from my brother. I attended your wedding when I was only fifteen. You married Addison, the redhead and you were best friends with Mark. He was your best man. The one with blue eyes. Noah brought me as his plus one because our parents couldn't make it." The cerulean-eyed man paused, his hand on his car door handle.

"I remember," His words were faint and Emily had to squint against the setting sun.

"I don't remember much. It was long ago, but everyone said you'd last forever. And you sung that song. I thought love was real when I saw you two." Her eyes slid closed, memories flashing before her eyes. She remembered whispering to her brother that they'd have cute babies and he had laughed. "I thought maybe happily ever existed," She saw him nod, slowly.

"That's in the past," He opened the door, throwing his bag in before walking around to the driver's side.

"I know my brother told you." She started, "My brother would tell you everything. So I know he would tell you that my dad cheated on my mom. I come back for break from high school and I come home to see my mom crying and my dad gone. And I'll never forget the way she looked when she told me. The way my brother looked, like he wanted to kill him. You look like them now, Derek,"

The neurosurgeon paused, his hand resting on the open door. He seemed to be deep in thought before looking up. "Get in," She was taken back.

"What?"

"Get in," He repeated, lighter, friendlier. Two sides of the same coin, almost. "We're going to get drunk and call your brother."

"Is that a good idea?"

"No." She hesitated before walking to his car. The man got in, buckling his seatbelt.

"For the record," She said as soon as she got in, "I am totally not sleeping with you," Derek laughed at her serious expression. He started up the car, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Believe me, I've had enough of sleeping with interns,"

"Wait, what?"