WTF......Old Greg??

Seriously what kind of people come up with this stuff?
Read a book if you have this much free time on your hands.
What I found on YouTube has got to be the most rediculas video I've ever seen.
It's called Old Greg http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h0S6vL0-u58 theres the link.
Watch it for yourself.... but I warn you now, it's so stupid that it's funny and creepy at the same time.

Unpacking, and a ghost from the past.

I had a day off work so I offered to help Scott unpack some more of her things.
We started in her attaic, going through her boxes of old papers that she took with her when she moved out of her parents house.
I opened the tiny window as rays of sunlight shone on the dancing dust in the air of the little wooden room.
i looked around the tiny space and went to grab a box that was placed beside me.
"Not that one." Scott shook her head at me.
"Why not? We're going to have to go trhough it anyway"
"Not yet." She said as she looked behind her. With a smile she found a different box and tossed it to me.
It was her keep sake box. It looked like a little tresure chest.
Why on earth did she want me to look through this? I shurgged and sat on the floor, proping mysefl against the box she didn't want me to go through yet.
I opend the chest in my hands and saw tons of faded papers. I looked up at her. "Are you sure you want me to look at these?"
"Yep." She sounded as if she really didn't care, almost distant.
Well, okay.
The first paper I took out had my hand writing on it.
Ugh! another poem I worte..only this time it wasn't a good-bye one, it was a don't forget me one. From when I was diagnosed with Melinoma when I was 17. It never turned into much, it was easily gotten rid of with just the removal of the spot and then a skin graph to confrim that all the affected cells were gone.
But the fact I had cancer had me worried I going to die.
So I worte this

Leave out All the Rest:

One life, One time, One chance
Just once around the circle before the end of the dance.

What will I be remembered for?
I'm not a mother, never a good daughter; I hid behind my door.

My friendship with you was my only value
How I will be remembered is up to you

Tell only of the things I did best
Otherwise leave out all the rest

I will never go out in a balze of glory
But no one needs to know the downs in my story.

I have never been perfect, it's true.
But remember neither have you

I don't expect my tale to linger
All I ask is that my story never be bitter.

In my death recall me at my best
But please, my friend, leave out all the rest.

I sighed. She saved everything I ever wrote..which is what this chest contianed. Only the things I worte and gave to her.
Thats why she wanted me to do through this first, I understood it now.
I showed her everything I ever thought and feared, for so long she was only friend. The only thing I could count on, rely on. She was the light that brought me out of the darkness in my mind. My very best friend, and really the only family I had.
But not anymore.
Now I have more then just her. I have Greg, Coleman and Hale.
This is her hint, her way of saying I should show thoes people the same things I've shown her. Their just as big of a part of me as she now... I don't need to keep them in the dark.

"Nice" I grunted, slightly annoyed.
I can't show them this, any of them. I let her in because she could save me when all I wanted to do was die. She knew me, respected me and tried to understand me. Which is more then anyone else did. So I came to her for help..and our friendship grew from that.
I can't let the others in.

"It's time, Shannon." Her brown eyes were big and pleading. Her blonde hair hung down by her face...and she looked exactly as she did the last time she said that to me all thoes years ago. Afride. She was afride of my backlash afride that I may just turn and go.
But just like last time I narrowed my eyes.
"I'm not ready yet." Said in the same tone I used then.
It's true. I'm not ready yet.

I don't need everyone I speak to knowing everything about me. Thats a risk I'm just not really willing to take yet.
And as for Greg, well, his sheild is as strong as mine...and we're okay with that. Which is good, if everyone else would keep out of it.

Scott grinned at me with her annoying patrinizing smile and shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever you say."
I gave her a glare, she had something up her sleve. From that sumg smile stuck on her face I take it she feels it'll work when she chooses to aumbush me with it.
We'll see.
With that thought came a mischvious grin of my own.
Let the games begin.
Her brown eyes met my hazel ones as she looked up from her organizing of photos on the floor. We both shook our head and chuckled at the same time.
She definatly has something planned to make me see the error of my ways, and I have a counter stirke working in the dark rcesses of my imagination. May the most creative win.
But until then, I'm stuck in my oppinates stuffy attaic sorting endless boxes. She's such a pack rat.

Craig Fergison, A new cat, and Colemans temper.

What do these things have in common? Not much really.
Tension was building with this group like a wild fire growing out of control. We could think, or get anything done with out being at each other throats. Rather then get time away from each other I sugessted we all ("all" being, Coleman, Witter, and myself) go to Scotts new place she got -away from her wack job husband- and stay with her for the first night.
There was only one thing I made off limits.
We could not do any work of any kind.
Working was turning us all into carzed people.

Coleman, Witter, Hale and I all had Aaden well enough to go home. But before I'd send him home, Scott had to get a new place. We discharged Aaden this morning. As a "welcome to your new home" gift, Scott and gotten Aaden a kitten.
Aaden was dead asleep, the clock was flashing 1:40 a.m, Scott, myself and Gerg were watching the Late late show with Craig Fergison (he's funny, I have to admit) and the kitten was running around because I gave it cat-nip. Coleman had fallen alseep on Scotts sofa. He layed on his stomach, one arm under his chin and the other dangled on the floor.

The kitten ran up with back of the couch, and on to Colemans back. That would ahve been fine if the cat didn't turn Coleman into it's own personal scratching post. Coleman squeeled like a little girl and rolled off the couch, right into Gregs lap. And it was at that instant Craig did a Rayn Secrest impression, and anyone who watches that, nows how thoes go. It fit perfectly.
Needless to say the expressions on their faces, along with Craigs joke had me and Scott cracking up like there was no tomrrow. It made it even more perfect when Greg laughed and made kissy noises and Coleman (whos arms as a relfex action went arounds Gregs neck) were still frozen there.

His face went crimson red, which matched the red spots on his back where the kitten had clawed him. He picked a bad night to wear a white shirt.
Coleman threw himself off Greg's lap, and by this time Scott and I were both rolling on the floor, nearly dieing from laughter.
He told the both of us to shut up and get off the floor. Not wanting to make him angrier then he was I did as he asked.

Greg kept making kissy noises at him.
So coleman grabbed the kitten and put it donw the front of Gregs shirt.
Well i swear I've never seen dancing like that before in my life!

Da Nada...

That seemed to be the theme for today.
Da Nada ( no proublem)
That, and no news is good news.
That was what everyone said to me and my bunch of misfits ( i.e Coleman, Witter, Scott and Hayle)



I was pacing in Scotts office, well more like limping back and forth in Scotts office.
Her work as a parralegal meant she had to handle this. The law suit against her wack job husband.

Yeah, as it turns out Aaden woke up crying that morning and his father couldn't calm him, so what does he do?
Make funny faces?
Offer to read his son a book?
Just sit and rock him for a while?
NO! He takes him out in the drive way and runs over him with a car!!!
Nearly killing him, there isn't a word nasty enough to discribe him.
yeah, I was fuming...I swear Scott could see smoke comming out of my ears while I pased her office like a caged tiger.
Angry and ready to pounce, mame and kill my target.



She sat behind her desk and the pile of papers on this case. She was looking at the medical report given by me, Coleman and Greg. We all took shifts in watching him within the first 24 hours to make sure he stayed stable after the corrective surgery was done.

No one told me what they had to do to save my little five year old miracle, but they let me take part in the recovery process, for his benifit mostly. So for that, I was greatful. My god son felt more comfortable with me around and not a bunch of strangers, which is normal for any kid. That was what made Hayle change his mid and let me take part in this mess after all.

My pasing continued, from the big book case on the left side of her room, to the door on the right side. I looked from Scott to the floor.

Her long blonde hair was thrown up in a messy pony tail, which was odd for her, she always looked neat as a pin. Aside from the time she spent in the hosptial at my bed side.
She rubbed at her temples as she continued to read the endless pages of the four medical reports. Everything about her screamed frazled and stressed. I've never seen her look so haggered in my life.
Finally she has accpected the fact she's human, and can't have everything be perfect all the time. The last month has been a big doce of reality for her, but even I have to admit, no parent diservese this.

"For Gods sake Shannon!" She shouted, throwing her papers down to her desk. "Would you stop that! Your driving me nuts, stay still will you?" she put her face in her hands.

I stopped my constant moving about and froze in the center of the room.
"You know, I'd hate to say I told you so.."
"Then dont!" She cut me off, glaring at me with watery brown eyes.
"I warned you from the start he was no good." I said and began to walk towards her desk, my voice rising as I finished scolding her. "I told you he'd end up hurting you, which he did. I told you he was in know way a good father, which he just proved he isn't. Why didn't you listen to me?!" My hands slammed down on the desk for emphsis.

"Damn it! Brennan, shut up! You don't think I don't know this is all my fault! I could have prevented this, and yes, once again you were right! Congradulations!" She was almost in tears as she yelled at me.
Right away I felt bad about what I said, but I knew she needed to know what I thought. Even if right now she doesn't think she does...she'll be glad eventually that i told her the reality behind this little situation. But I could see how much this hurt her, so I thought maybe I could soften the blow a bit.

"You know, Scott this isn't something I wanted to be right about. I wanted you to be happy, I wanted Aaden to have a mom and dad that love him. I didn't want Aaden to suffer the abuse I did. Thats why I told you all along he was a horribal choice. I'm just sorry it took this mess for you to see I was right." She ducked her head, and started to cry.

I sighed and limped over to her and gradded a chair. I turned hers around so she was facing me and I sat down in front of her. I took both her hands and she looked at me. Tears stained her cheeks, she looked so broken and fragile, I could honestly feel her pain. I sallowed down hard, trying to choke back the tears I felt rising in me and I continued.

"But, thankfully Aaden has something I didn't. He has you, you protect him, guide him and love him. You can shelter him from his father. This was not your fault. You were with me that night, you had nothing to do with this. Aaden has at least one parent who would die for him, I had two parents who wanted nothing to do with me. You're a good mom, the only thing you did wrong was fall in love with an ass hole. And as they say, love is blind. I tried to open your eyes, but I knew you'd see in time what I saw. I'm just sorry it took this for it to become clear."

She sniffled and looked up at me. Suddenly there was a tiny smile on her face and she quitely laughed. "You're full of it, Brennan. I know deep down you can pin some of this on me. Hell, even I know that you are right, I exposed me son to someone unfit to be around children."

I shook my head, I knew she was going to pin the blame on herself some more. Yeah, she's right, some of this is her doing. But she doesn't need to face that now..I jsut wanted to be sure she aware of this. Mainly because Gerogeson (her boss and lawyer) would throw that in her face as well. I thought it should be me to say it first.
"Da Nada. You had no way of knowing he could do this. You never saw him hit Aaden, so you had no reason to assume this could happen. As far as the law is conerned at least."
She glared at me now, she let go of my hands and rolled her chair back a bit. "Thats all we've heard all day. No problem and no news is good news. When is this going to become an issue."
I sighed. "For you, it wont be a proublem. YOU DID NOTHIGN WRONG!"



I got up and walked to to the door. Before I opend it I said over my shoulder " I'm going to back to the QE2 (Queen Elizibeth's second hosptial), if you need me call my office."

When I got back to the QE2 I went into my office and found Coleman and Witter leaning on my desk talking.
Coleman nodded at me. "How is she?"
I limped into my office, shaking my head. "She's hurt. Blames herself, thinks it's all her fault."
Greg looked at me, his gaze fixed on my face. "And how are you doing?" His soft voice erked me. Why am I getting concern, nothing bad happend to me.
I gave him a puzzled look. "I'm fine."
His steel blue eyes drilled into mine. "You were crying."

Coleman laughed. "Brennan, no way. Does she even know how to cry?"
I glared at him. "Shut up Keegan" was my brilliant retort.
He went from smug to shocked in 0-60.

Greg pushed himself up from my desk and warpped me in his arms. He held me close, stroking my hair. For a moment I was surpised, we never acted like this at work, ever. It was like a rule with us. After a moment all the angry and hurt feelings I felt washed away and all I could feel was the safty and happiness that came from beging held by him. I embraced him back and we scilently held each other.

After a while I heard Coleman clear his throat as he tried to sneek by us and get out of my office. I pulled away from Greg just enough to look Coleman in the eyes.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn;t have made a joke. I've never heard you call me by my first name before." His sheepish grin made it hard to be angry.
"Da Nada" was all I said. He left my office with a grin and for now there is nothing else that can be done by the rest of us.

First day back.

Well I got a warm welcome back to work this morning.
I rolled myself into my office and found a note on my desk by my phone:

Hello Dr. Brennan, welcome back. Just informing you that there is a case which came in this morning, and given the resant legal scandal of yours I suggest you sit this one out. No pun intended.
Witter is working on it, he seems to have it under controll.
Signed - Dr. Gergory Hennigar

I frowned. I've been back to work exactly 5 mintues and already that damn law suit is thrown in my face.
Right, as if Hennigar never made a mistake...well whatever, he should have known I wasn't going to listen to him anyway.

So I called Witters office, but it wasn't him who answered the phone.
"Dr. Smith"
I was confused, what the hell was Matt doing answering Greg-o's phone?
"Mathew? Wheres Greg?"
He gave a short laught. "Which one, theres 3 of them you know."
Yeah, okay smart ass.
"How about Greg Witter? You know, the guy whos office you currently have taken over. Where is he?"
"Oh! Dr. Brennan! Yeah....um.. he's in the OR..I thought you'd be there with him. You know his current patient so I assumed...."
"Don't ever assume, when you assume you gamble..and we frown on that, or so I'm told. Who's his patient?"
"Um... a five year old boy. Aaden Scott"

I gulped, my heart stopped, and I froze completely. Aaden? My Aaden? I just saw him two days ago..what could have happened to him. Surely Scott would have called me to tell me...wouldn't she?

"Brennan? are you there?"
I snapped out of my stooper, shaking my head, trying to clear it.
"Yes, Dr.Smith, I am. When did this patient come in?"
"Uhh....this morning, around 3 a.m. He was in some kind of an accident"
"Okay, thank you Matt" my voice was a hushed whisper as I hung up the phone.
All I had left to is wait until I can hear about the accident and what happened.

Back....

Yeah, I know. It's been a while.
That stupid law suit caught back up with me. I've been on court on and off, which is hard enough seeing as how I just had my leg gutted not even a month ago.
Shay finally went back to work after the case was settled.
We got off, the judge sided with us, saying I was doing my job to keep that boy alive, even if it didn't work.
Yeah, thats nice, but never mind the fact I lied and cheated to issue thoes tests. I love who that stupid judge just over looked that. It sure as hell pissed off the boys' parents.

I'm still living in Gerg-o's apparment, and I don't need to babysat 24/7 either. I can walk around a bit now...so that sure makes life easier for him.
I went back to the hospital for a fallow up and who was the first doctor I saw when I got in?
Thats right, Dr. Gergory Harmin, the doctor who's nose I broke.
He gave me a death glare as I wheeled myself through the lobby into Colemans office.

"So, how the leg doing?" Coleman asked me with a smile.
"Well I can walk...."
He sighed. "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" I rolled my eyes.
"yeah okay, I guess you have a point. How the physcial theropy going?"
"The rehab? oh, fine."

Coleman looked up from his file and leaned on the front of his desk with a smirk on his face.
"You miss work don't you?"
My eyes got big. "Well yeah I miss work. I miss feeling useful, I miss not beging able to things on my own all the time." I sighed and looked at the floor.
"Mmhmm, well good news. Hale misses you, he wants you to come back." Coleman bent down and probed my leg wehre the injury was, tested refelxes. When he took a look at it, I saw him smile.
My brows pulled together and my heard titled to the side.
"What? What are you grinning about!?"
"I have good news for Hale and this could be good news for you to" He told me as he leaned on his desk again, throwing my file across his desk.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
"Congrats, Brennan. You're coming back to work. The leg is fine, your healing well, better then I thought. I'll tell Hale you put you back on the pay roll."
" Oh, goody." was all I could come up with for a responce.

But inside I was thrilled!
I could come back to work!
No more reading Calvin and Hobbes all day while Greggers was at work and Shay was gone.
Now I can keep making Dr. Harmin miserable, I could under Hayle skin and drive him insane again! Life is great.

I wheeled myself out of the room with a smile on my face.
"Whats with you" Harmin barked at me.
"Good news, I'm back"
He paled a bit, and touched his nose. "What do you mean your back!?"
"I'm on the pay role again, did ya miss me?" With a grin, I wheeled around and went through thoes hospital doors for the last time as a patient.

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