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Ivy changes next to Meredith, Lexie, and Cristina, "Its horrible."

"Its the opposite of horrible," Cristina sasses.

"Alzheimers or diabetes?"

"If you continue go whine about how you can't decide between two groundbreaking clinical trials while I didn't get the chance to go for either, imma smack you," Ivy threatens.

Meredith fake glares at her, "Well, my names already on one of them, according to the cheif. I mean, diabetes-"

Lexie finishes, "Affects 240 million people worldwide."

"And alzheimers-"

This time, Ivy finishes, "Is the seventh leading cause of death."

Lexie smiles at her and holds out her hand for a high-five, which Ivy returns.

"Its Sophie's Choice," Cristina ties her shoe.

"Its Sophie's Choice," Meredith agrees.

Lexie comments, "I've never seen that movie."

Ivy shares a look with Cristina, "You should. It's really funny."

Bailey then walks in, straight for the Grey sisters, "Greys, okay, how long has your father been having abdominal pain?"

"Abdominal pain?"

"It sounds like abdominal pain. Thatcher Grey is not an easy man to get information from," Bailey puts her hands together.

Lexie clarifys, "Our-our fathers here in the hospital?"

Bailey nods, "Yeah, I admitted him an hour ago. You didn't know he was coming?"

Lexie stumbles over her words, "Well, what-what-whats wrong? Could it be related to the liver transplant?"

"Of course. He's rejecting it because it's my liver," Ivy 'accidently' hits Meredith with her lab coat.

She shoots her a playful look, "Sorry, slipped."

Bailey turns to Lexie, "Okay, look, just do me a favor, go take a blood sample, and try to get some more information out of him. I-I need someone who speaks Grey."

Lexie agrees and leaves, leaving Cristina and Ivy alone in the lounge, "Those Greys."

"Yup, and your in-laws with them," Cristina laughs at her.

"Your person is one of them," Ivy sasses back as Owen walks in.

"Hey, stranger. Oh, hi Ivy," Owen awkwardly greets Ivy.

She snorts, "And that is my cue to leave. I'll be waiting, Hunt for the next case that comes in. I'm on your service today!"

Owen smiles, "Yes, no needing to worry about my resident today then."

"You're welcome that I'm so awesome," Ivy shouts over her shoulder, heading to the pit.

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Just Ivys luck, the trauma case is also an ortho one. April and Callie come into the trauma room that Owen and Ivy set the patient up in, "Oh, what do we have here?"

"You really don't want to know," Owen says.

April takes the chart, "Let me get that for you, Dr. Torres. Okay, Randy Shouse, 23. Multiple injuries after slamming into a brick wall. H-how did you-"

Ivy answers, "This idiot, and his idiot friends, built a human slingshot. Here's the results."

"I wasn't suppose to hit the wall. I was supposed to fly over the house and land in the pool," The patient defends.

"But why would you do that?" April asks.

Owen sasses, "So they could film it, put it on the internet, and show the world how stupid they actually are."

"Dude. Ow! Did you get that?" The patient asks his buddy with the camera outside the room who puts a thumb up.

Owen nods to Ivy, who closes the blinds as April asks, "But why?"

Callie snaps, "Because it's hilarious, that's why. Okay, Randy, that must have been some kind of awesome slingshot, because it looks like you've dislocated both hips. Now I'm gonna need to get some x-rays."

"I'm on it!" April calls out and leaves almost immediately.

"Wow, she's perky," Callie says.

Ivy points at her, "Also my best friend. You have no room to judge based on who your girlfriend is."

Callie nods, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

Owen focuses on the patient, "Better than stupid with a death wish."

Ivy giggles and shakes her head.

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Ivy walks in the halls, updating Randy's chart when hearing Mark and Jackson talking, "You're genetically blessed. Don't think I haven't noticed. And speaking from personal experience, I can say that that will only help you in plastics. That face? Better than a hundred billboards, my man."

She whispers to herself, "Stalker much?"

"All right, Dr. Sloan, I really don't feel comfortable being judged or praised on my looks," Jackson scratches his head as Ivy walks up behind him.

"Oh, poor Mr. Green Eyes. Let's not pretend being beautifuls a burden," Mark says.

"Beauty has always helped me," Ivy supplies, making Jackson jump in suprise.

He looks between Mark and Ivy, "How-how long have you been standing there?"

Ivy hides a smile, "Not long, Mr. Green Eyes."

She starts walking away, hearing Jackson call after her, "I thought we were done with nicknames!"

"Nope, not a chance, Jackie."

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Ivy lays down on the couch as Jackson, Meredith, Alex, and Cristina eat lunch, "Holy crap. Your mom was smart."

"Truck. Cabin. Spoon," Alex says.

Jackson types on a computer, loudly might Ivy add, "Three for three."

They high-five as Cristina exclaims, "Crap. This is so good."

"Trying to nap here," Ivy mumbles.

"Is it better than this? Cause seriously, Mer, you'd have to have died of alzheimers to fail this," Alex ignore Ivy.

Ivy throws a pillow at Alex's head, "Rude and insensitive."