Standing outside of Grey-Sloan Memorial, Rosalie sighed; she didnât think sheâd ever return to Seattle, but in some weird twisted way, she felt like she had to. It was where her essentially father had done his residency, her for all intents and purposes mom too. So, when her residency program dropped to the bottom of the barrel, Rosalie decided to jump ship to a new one. She walked into the hospital and up to the new chief of surgeryâs office, finding both Bailey and Webber there.Â
Rosalie received the run down from Bailey for starting as a second year resident, sheâd be lucky to not have her own interns this year- Rosalie was grateful to dodge that bullet. âAlright, someone from admin will find you at some point today to finish paperwork. Go get some scrubs on and find Grey.â Rosalie frowned when she heard her instructions to go find Meredith Grey and bit her lip. Dr. Bailey raised an eyebrow at her, âAlright, look I know that you two have some weird twisted history, but youâve chosen General Surgery, sheâs the attending. Now, go.âÂ
She remembered Dr. Bailey very well and glanced at her pseudo-grandfather, realizing that she wasnât going to be getting any help from him. âFine.â Rosalie said quietly. Before she got out the door, she heard, âNice to see you again, Rosie.â It didnât take long for Rosalie to get her new scrubs, put her things in a locker, and start working her way to finding Meredith. She wasnât sure how she would be received, would she be the step-kid she never wanted and didnât acknowledge, or the daughter her boyfriend didnât tell her existed. Rosalie was nervous, she didnât exactly look like the teenager that sheâd been back then, but her name alone would probably trigger memories.Â
Waiting by the nurses station, Rosalie listened to the gossip and tried to look for Meredith. She hoped that most people that had known her when she was younger would have moved on and been gone. Soon enough, Rosalie spotted Meredith and was very tempted to pretend she hadnât but she was here to learn, so she was going to have to approach her. She waited for a lull in conversation when there wasnât a patient in distress and walked up to her. âDr. Grey, Iâm your new resident.â
Meredith was in the midst of scrolling through the charts on her tablet, to ensure that she had an updated schedule for her next surgery. It wasnât until someone called upon her that she even thought about looking up. If it hadnât been made obvious by her lack of facial expressions, she wasnât amused to see Rosalie. She had a list of questions, but none of them were made for her. After the day was over, she intended on pulling the Chief aside to talk about this.Â
Was this some sort of joke? Would Bailey and Webber pop out from behind the curtains to tell her this was a prank? Of course it hadnât been, but it also didnât feel surreal at the same time. It was almost impossible for her to keep her comments to herself. How was she supposed to look the other woman in the face? The two of them had some sort of dark and twisted history that couldnât be erased. It was Meredithâs job to teach her, even though she wished she could pawn her off on someone else.
 â You couldnât have picked something else as your specialty?â Meredith didnât leave room for her to respond, mostly because one of the other interns had arrived with an even dumber question. â Medusa? I suppose thatâs better than being the Nazi.â She tried to make some sort amusement out of the comment that was made in reference to her nickname. Each one of them had one given to them by other people. Not that she was proud of her own, but it did seem to fit her quite well.
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