Hello! This story is just a wacky idea me and my friends came up with, and this is my first Grey's Anatomy fic...so if it's really stupid I apologize. Now, on with the story, hopefully you like it:)

-ILoVeWicked (judging by my name...you may know what Chief wants to put on as the musical.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or Wicked

Chapter 1: No One Appreciates the Chief

Meredith Grey rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. This is my break. My only break, and now Chief has me waiting in this freaking conference room!

Izzie Stevens then entered, shivering. She smiled at Meredith, her teeth still chattering. “M—Meredith!” she cried. “Y—you g—got called here t—too?”

“Yes, Izzie. We’re wasting our holiday break, do you realize that? You’re shivering, and we’re still in Seattle Grace, and you are smiling.” Izzie continued to smile.

“I love the h—holidays, Mere, even if it means spending them at Seattle Grace.” Meredith heard a slight cough come from the doorway behind Izzie.

“Barbie, shut up and move!” Cristina Yang yelled bitterly. Meredith smiled smugly, as she now had someone to sulk with her. All too soon George O’Malley appeared, holding a small white index card.

“Did you guys get one of these too?” The three girls nodded, all equally confused as he was. George sighed and took a seat next to Meredith. Izzie smiled and George, who smiled back.

“Does it say anything other than meet the Chief in Conference Room A at three o’ clock on Saturday the fourteenth of December?” All three shook their heads, Izzie still shivering.

Mark Sloan and Derek Shepherd entered the room, chatting away, until Cristina groaned. “Oh, great! McSteamy and McDreamy are here!” Meredith smiled.

“It’s okay. Derek and I are okay now,” Meredith assured her quietly. Cristina scowled at the two Attendings.

“I know,” she grumbled. “I just don’t like the McEamy Teamy. At all.” Mark smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

“Thanks, Cristina! You’re a nice girl too!”

Suddenly Miranda Bailey entered the room, hands on her hips, followed by Lexie Grey. Meredith groaned at the sight of her sister. No! How’d she get invited to…whatever this is? she thought, rolling her eyes.

But she soon found herself laughing when Miranda came to a sudden halt and Lexie bumped into her.

“Okay, which one of you boneheads gave me this card and are making me miss out on ‘Bailey and Family’ time? I don’t like missing out on my ‘Bailey and Family’ time!” she snapped. Everyone looked around at each other, utterly clueless.

Alex Karev, with Callie Torres at his heels, lazily trudged in. Callie groaned and took a seat in the opposite corner of the room, away from her soon-to-be-ex husband. Alex rubbed his red eyes. Erica Hahn entered, pushing past everyone.

“I hate this,” he grumbled. Erica sighed.

“You don’t even know what it is yet, Karev,” she said softly.

Then and unexpected guest, Addison Montgomery then swiftly made her way into the room, her eyes bulging from their sockets as she saw her former co-workers, and swore under her breath.

“What are you all doing here? I thought you guys were on break,” she asked through gritted teeth. Mark smirked.

“Well, the real question is: what are you doing here, Miss LA Sunshine?” Everyone nodded in agreement. Addison bit her lip and held up an index card.

“I got this in the mail. What? Are you guys planning a reunion or something? ” Everyone groaned in unison. Alex glared at his card, a growl starting up in the back of his throat.

“What is this thing?” he yelled.

“That, Mister Karev, is your invitation for this meeting,” Richard Webber said, striding into the room with a peculiar grin on his face. He stood before the group.

“Welcome everyone, happy holiday break,” he said smugly. Everyone stared at him in confusion. “I’m assuming you are all wondering what you’ve been invited here for.” The group nodded together anxiously.

“As you know, for the holiday break, there will be hundreds of patients unable to go home to their families due to medical conditions, and many of them will not be visited by their families.” Cristina snorted.

“So? What does that have to do with us missing our break?” Richard held up his hand.

“I’ll get to that, Doctor Yang. Be patient,” he said calmly. “Now, I thought about it, and I think we should finally give back to those patients in need this year.” Izzie, teeth still chattering away, raised her hand. Richard nodded.

“W—What are y—you s—s—saying?” she asked. Richard smiled and clapped his hands together.

“Gang, we’re putting on a musical for the patients; so they can have some entertainment this Christmas.” Everyone began screaming in protest. Addison clenched her jaw as she approached him.

“I drove from blissful LA in my freaking car for two whole days…to perform a musical?” she asked, trying hard not to scream at him. Richard smiled.

“Addison! It’s good to see you too!” He outstretched his arms for a hug, but she pushed him away. She crinkled her nose in disgust and swiftly turned on her heels. Erica gazed at her in confusion, wondering who this mysterious redhead was.

Richard tried calming the group down, but nothing seemed to work. He pulled the whistle from his pocket and blew into it, silencing everyone.

“Now, calm down. This will not only benefit our patients, but it will benefit the patients, but us too.” Mark rolled his eyes.

“How?” he asked angrily. Richard smiled.

“This musical, Doctor Sloan, will help us in quite a few ways.” Mark leaned back. “No offense, but you all are the only ones in this hospital who focus more on drama than saving lives. And this will also be a good group building activity.”

“So you’re saying this is our punishment for being too dramatic?” Meredith asked. Richard nodded.

“Kind of, and I’ve always been a big musical theatre fan.” Lexie Grey had a wide smile spread across her face.

“Me too, Doctor Webber! I’ve been in all my middle and high school shows, and my mom took me to see a lot in New York when I was littler. But my favorite would have to be…” Richard held up a Wicked playbill, and Lexie squealed.

“Wicked! It’s like you read my mind!” Meredith rolled her eyes. Mark and Derek began laughing hysterically.

“Wicked is such a chick flick!” Mark managed to cry through his laughter. Derek nodded. Chief smiled again.

“Did I mention this was a mandatory activity?” Everyone's faces, in exception to Lexie’s, fell.

“This is going to be so much fun!” she squealed!