"I am a rock. I am an island." No, I'm not dancing around my living room playing Simon and Garfunkel loudly after a breakup. Mere is just voicing over as she sits in bed and reads her mother's journal with a little penlight, with Derek sleeping beside her. "That's the mantra of pretty much any surgeon I've ever met.
"We like to think we're independent, loners, mavericks. That all we need to do our jobs is an OR, a scalpel, and a willing body." Hahn and Callie come in from what looks like a date -- both are all dolled up -- and as Callie grabs glasses and pours wine, Hahn asks if Cristina is on call. She is, much to the clear delight of Erica. "But the truth is, not even the best of us can do it alone. Surgery, like life, is a team sport." Callie hands Erica a glass and tells her that the taking it slow was the Best. Idea. Ever. Hahn grins manically as she agrees that it takes the pressure off and they clink glasses. "And eventually, you've got to get off the bench and decide, what team are you batting for?" Anyone that has ever played or even just knows anything at all about team sports knows that this is a horrible analogy, given that once you're on the bench, you are already on a particular team and can't then change your mind during the game. But if we followed actual sports rules, that wouldn't have been a clever pun there, would it? Having decided what team they are batting for, Callie and Hahn rush at each other and start making out and grabbing at each other's clothes.
The sun rises, and Mere runs into the kitchen where Derek is already eating. She runs through and grabs some toast, and Derek calls after her that one of the bonuses to living together is eating breakfast together. She can't, though, because Bailey paged the gang in early. Too bad, then, that she doesn't have time to read the article about Derek and the brain surgery procedure for which they ran the clinical trial last season. The cover of Distinguished Medical Journal Today, is a shot of Derek looking tough in his scrubs. Mere grabs it to look at it excitedly, but her face drops when she reads about this new method, "The Shepherd Method," and comments on the picture of just him. He notices she's now making a face, but she assures him that she's not and she loves the picture before bolting. Because he's been turned into a completely self-centered moron this season, he seems to take that without question.