What Do You Hear in These Sounds
Author: Carsonfiles
Timeline: Follows canon roughly around Time After Time (3:20) through end of Season 3. Then A/U (or I'll be really freaked out next fall) Current chapter roughly around Time After Time
Disclaimer: I may think I am some of these characters, but I didn't create them. Just for fun at home.
Summary: It's not just the interns who need therapy.
Chapter 4-The Meal
Jack’s tray was crowded with two bananas, a bunch of grapes, a coarse-ground, whole grain wheatberry muffin and a mug of herbal tea. The chief had coffee and danish.
“I’m glad that you could get together with me this morning. I thought you might need a heads up about the group you are seeing today. One of the interns is Meredith Grey.”
“Grey?” encouraged Jack, recognizing the last name as one that had figured into more than one conversation with this friend. But that had been more than twenty years ago. It was a common name, though. . .
“Yes, Jack, Grey. Ellis’s daughter. She died this year, you know.”
Jack shuffled through some papers. “You told me, she fell in Elliot Bay during the ferry accident. She was down for how long before you brought her back?”
“No, her mother. Ellis died.” Jack looked up. “Oddly enough, the same day that Meredith was down. It was hours, Jack. She was down. . .I’ve never let myself calculate how long it was, but it was hours. Then just before, and I mean moments before, we got her back, Ellis died. Her valve surgery had been bumped because of the ferry. It would have saved her life, but because we were directing resources to the ferry survivors. . .”
“Including her own daughter.” Jack thought a moment. Something was odd. “You found out the time of Ellis’s death?”
“She died in my hospital, upstairs from where her daughter lived. It didn’t take any amount of research. You know, she was lucid her first day here.”
“Wait a minute, lucid? Lucidity was never Ellis’s problem, Richard.”
“Jack, she had Alzheimer’s, Early Onset. I’d been visiting her in Rose Ridge. She was reliving the days of our residency. And then she came here. She was lucid for one day. That day. . .it was good. Then she died.”
Jack made a sympathetic face that wasn’t quite smiling; a smile would have been condescending, and Jack was anything but. Richard was a friend, a good friend. Jack knew the history here; he knew what his friend wasn’t saying.
“Richard, do you know the difference between a surgeon and a psychologist?”
“No, Jack. What’s the difference between a surgeon and a psychologist.”
“When a psychologist needs a surgeon, he doesn’t invite him to breakfast.”
“Does that mean I should get Patricia to pencil me in?”
“Already taken care of, old friend. Already taken care of.” Previous Chapters
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Timeline: Follows canon roughly around Time After Time (3:20) through end of Season 3. Then A/U (or I'll be really freaked out next fall) Current chapter roughly around Time After Time
Disclaimer: I may think I am some of these characters, but I didn't create them. Just for fun at home.
Summary: It's not just the interns who need therapy.
Chapter 4-The Meal
Jack’s tray was crowded with two bananas, a bunch of grapes, a coarse-ground, whole grain wheatberry muffin and a mug of herbal tea. The chief had coffee and danish.
“I’m glad that you could get together with me this morning. I thought you might need a heads up about the group you are seeing today. One of the interns is Meredith Grey.”
“Grey?” encouraged Jack, recognizing the last name as one that had figured into more than one conversation with this friend. But that had been more than twenty years ago. It was a common name, though. . .
“Yes, Jack, Grey. Ellis’s daughter. She died this year, you know.”
Jack shuffled through some papers. “You told me, she fell in Elliot Bay during the ferry accident. She was down for how long before you brought her back?”
“No, her mother. Ellis died.” Jack looked up. “Oddly enough, the same day that Meredith was down. It was hours, Jack. She was down. . .I’ve never let myself calculate how long it was, but it was hours. Then just before, and I mean moments before, we got her back, Ellis died. Her valve surgery had been bumped because of the ferry. It would have saved her life, but because we were directing resources to the ferry survivors. . .”
“Including her own daughter.” Jack thought a moment. Something was odd. “You found out the time of Ellis’s death?”
“She died in my hospital, upstairs from where her daughter lived. It didn’t take any amount of research. You know, she was lucid her first day here.”
“Wait a minute, lucid? Lucidity was never Ellis’s problem, Richard.”
“Jack, she had Alzheimer’s, Early Onset. I’d been visiting her in Rose Ridge. She was reliving the days of our residency. And then she came here. She was lucid for one day. That day. . .it was good. Then she died.”
Jack made a sympathetic face that wasn’t quite smiling; a smile would have been condescending, and Jack was anything but. Richard was a friend, a good friend. Jack knew the history here; he knew what his friend wasn’t saying.
“Richard, do you know the difference between a surgeon and a psychologist?”
“No, Jack. What’s the difference between a surgeon and a psychologist.”
“When a psychologist needs a surgeon, he doesn’t invite him to breakfast.”
“Does that mean I should get Patricia to pencil me in?”
“Already taken care of, old friend. Already taken care of.” Previous Chapters
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