Nothing was ever dull around Seattle Grace hospital.

He was in the locker room with the rest of the surgical interns, getting ready for his 24-hour shift, and hearing Cristina and Meredith bicker over patients.

He really thought it was just going to be another day until Dr. Miranda Bailey busted into the room.

"Listen up, people," she started, looking up from the clipboard.

"We have a new intern coming in today. They aren't permanent, but Dr. Webber wants to convince them to stay, and if any of you try to intimidate them in any way-" she said sternly, glancing from Cristina to Karev- "I will make sure you don't ever make it to residency. Are we clear? And you, O'Malley, are going to stick with them. Show them the ropes."

After a few cowed murmurs of agreement from everyone, George's consent reluctant, she nodded and stalked out of the room.

When you came in a few minutes later, eyebrows were raised and incredulous scoffs were heard.

"Good luck with that, Bambi," snorted Karev. "I guess you're in charge of baby genius."

George was bewildered.

A teenager? He had to watch a teenager?

He had to live with the fact that this teen, this kid, was just as qualified as he was, if not more, and was wanted by Dr. Webber?

He had never felt more humble than when he walked over to you, shyly extending his hand.

"George O'Malley. Dr. Bailey wanted me to show you around, so..." he trailed off. "There's, uh, an empty locker over there, if you wanna put your stuff down..."