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fandom_muses One thing you have learned from your pastFor the record I hate interns. It is my job to hate interns. If I don’t hate them, ride them and generally make their lives hell on earth, they get the idea in their tiny little brains that they matter. Now, we can’t have all of that, can we?
The point is every intern I have ever met has been the same boot-licking suck up, nameless, faceless wannabe doctor that I put through the paces. They call me the Nazi for a reason; I am tough, and I am mean; but, I am damn good at what I do. The time they spend working under me may be grueling, but when they are done and when they move on, they will be one-hundred-percent better doctors. And when they are done, I never give a second thought. They aren’t people with a life; they are interns, and that is it, period, end of discussion. I was happy with the way things were.
Then they walked into my life and messed it all up. Now, my life consists of playing a mediator in their love lives and keeping Izzie Stevens from self-destructing. What am I, a baby sitter? How am I supposed to mold them into hard as steel medical professionals when they seem to be more interested in becoming better people? All of them are the poster children for ADD because they have the attention span of a five-year-old. They all have drive, but they lack concentration and the ability to prioritize.
It’s odd because I never cared before. I am not saying I care now; I am just saying that I cover for them, and I listen to them. It’s driving me mad. My job isn’t to teach them valuable life lessons. If they want valuable life lessons, they need to watch an after school special. My job is to make them into doctors, and I am not sure how to do that anymore.
They all have potential; potential like I have never seen before. And when they focus and harness that energy, they can do some brilliant things. But I can’t let myself get attached because they are just interns. Have I mentioned how I hate interns?
I shouldn’t care that Izzie Stevens left. But I teared-up as that girl walked out of Seattle Grace. I called it from day one with Stevens; she just doesn’t have it. But damn it, I wish she did. I wish she had made it because I feel like a failure. When did something that came so naturally to me become so hard for me? I wish I could blame it on becoming a mother, but this started before my baby was even conceived. I am afraid, deathly afraid, that I like these kids. No, scratch that, that I love these kids. That will not do; no, not at all.
I have to stay strong and stay vigilant and remind myself on a daily basis if need be. I hate interns and that is not going to change. Not for anyone, not even them. But, whether I like to admit it or not, my life changed the day I met these suck-ups. They have names; they have faces. I just hope I’m enough to mold them into the doctors they’re supposed to become.
Describe a dream you have had, how did that dream make you feel?Dr. Bailey took the shot glass back up to her lips and chugged it down without a second thought. Derek and Addison both were cheering her on.
“Bailey,” Derek said lifting his beer. “You are my hero.”
“She is everyone’s hero.” Addison replied. “I wish I had her…” the She-Sheppard trailed off looking into the space in front of her for the words”
“Balls,” Derek finished for her with a laugh. “Balls. We all wish we had her balls”
“Amen,” Addison replied. Bailey just laughed, but it sounded hollow to her own ears.
“Dr. Bailey, you want to discuss it?” Addison asked.
“Discuss what?” Bailey countered.
“Discuss whatever is bugging you,” Addison responded.
“I know what it is,” Derek announced. “Really!” he said to his skeptical wife, “Bailey is upset about Burke. But really, Bailey he will be fine.”
Bailey nodded, “I appreciate it Sheppard, but Preston Burke isn’t what is on my mind right now. I am glad he is recovering well, but I am not thinking about him”
“Then what is it?” Addison prompted.
“I need another drink,” Bailey answered.
“I will get it.” Derek said, ‘I need another anyway, you?” he asked Addison who just nodded. He pulled himself out of a chair and stumbled to the bar. Addison turned back to Bailey.
“He is gone so if you want to talk, it will take him ten minutes to find his way back” she said. Bailey laughed and shook her head.
“I have been having this recurring dream.” Bailey started, “It was a fabulous dream.”
“What dream?” Addison urged her friend to continue.
“Ok, I am working Trauma and the Chief wheels in a car accident victim.” Bailey told her. “When I look at the patient I realize it is Denzel Washington”
“Nice,” Addison commented.
“So,” Bailey continued. “I take care of him. I fix him all up and then he is so thankful. He jumps off the gurney, takes me into his arms and…” Bailey trailed off.
“And…” Addison said, “And then what?”
“That’s just it; by the time I get there I usually get shaken and bombarded with dumb questions from my retarded intern Izzie Stevens”
Addison laughed, snorting loudly. “I take it she has been told more than once never to wake you, unless it’s an emergency.”
“Of course! And it never is an emergency, and it drives me mad.” Bailey replied.
“Well she is gone now, maybe you can finish that dream” Addison told her.
“That is just it,” Bailey sighed. “Today I had fell asleep and I started the dream. Denzel jumped of the gurney and he took me in his arms and…” Bailey trailed of again looking distressed.
“Someone woke you up?” Addison asked.
“No, I just woke up by myself,” Bailey whispered. She laughed sounding incredibly frustrated, “I guess old habits die hard.”
“There is nothing wrong with missing her,” Addison said.
“I don’t miss her,” Bailey snapped, “She is just another one of my suck ups. Suck ups come and go. Most don’t make it through the program, and I knew Stevens would be one of the ones to go. She didn’t have it.”
“I heard Burke always picked a favorite,” Addison said a moment later, “He always picked the runt of the litter and pushed him to be better. Maybe you did the same thing”
“That’s crazy,” Bailey spat. “Stevens wasn’t my favorite. I don’t have favorites. I hate all of my suck up’s equally.”
Addison just shrugged. ”Thanks sweetie,” she replied taking her drink from Derek. He sat down beside Bailey again.
“What did I miss?” He asked handing Bailey he double shot of tequila. She nodded in thanks and slammed it down quickly. Addison engaged Derek in very quiet conversation, and Bailey let her mind drift back to the dream. She felt drained, exhausted, frustrated and a little sad. She always thought sheer hated Stevens waking her from the dream but somewhere along the way she became used to Stevens quirks. Somewhere align the way she started to care. That is ridiculous, Bailey thought silently, it’s just an erotic dream and she was just another suck up. But before turning back to her colleagues she said a silent goodbye to Izzie Stevens and prayed tonight she would finally finish that dream.
Dr.Miranda Bailey
Greys Anatomy