Now that you know the story of Faith's childhood, here is the story of her adulthood. As with the first story, there are other characters involved; there will be chapters that explore the lives of other family members as well. That way you can get a well-rounded idea of how the entire family has grown and changed. There are no flashbacks in this particular chapter, but some chapters will have them for those of you who still would like to see more of Little Faith. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for reading.

"This procedure, developed in part by our very own Dr. Robbins, is now a common treatment –"

"The F.E.T. procedure!"

The intern locker room was abuzz with excitement as this year's group began to study for their test. They still had a while before they had to take it, but they had been quizzing each other already. Last week during Dr. Sloan's skills lab, they had been told that there was one year many, many years back in which even Miranda Bailey's favourite intern hadn't passed. This had instantly terrified the young surgeons since they didn't exactly know the whole story. If Dr. Bailey's favourite could flunk, did they stand a chance at passing?

Knowing the details of what had gone on and who George O'Malley was, Faith wasn't worried. He hadn't failed because he wasn't a good doctor. Still, she was a Torres and she had a reputation of testing excellence to live up to. Therefore, she was also already thinking about the upcoming exam.

"Way too easy," she told her peers. "Who doesn't know that? I know I'm my mom's kid, but everyone here would still agree that that's far too simple. Most of us have scrubbed in on a few. Next question."

Really, she just wanted to move on. She had been proud of her mom for this achievement ever since she was able to really understand what it meant. However, Arizona and the rest of the group had chosen to name the procedure after her – Faith Evelyn Torres – and this felt somewhat awkward. After all, she had never even had the procedure done herself. Nonetheless, her mom said that she knew that they needed to name it just what they had. The second phase was named after Dr. Robbins, but the whole thing had been inspired by Faith. It was the only name that they wanted it to have.

"Why are you even studying?" one of the other interns asked her.

Just then, Arizona came into the room and handed her daughter a stack of four charts. They were from the night before and she wasn't impressed with them at all.

"These need to be redone," she told her. "They're sloppy."

"I was working all night –"

"They're sloppy," she repeated. "Fix them."

When she had entered into her intern year, Faith had made it clear to each doctor who knew her that she didn't want to be treated any differently. She had worked hard to achieve what she had in medical school, and she wanted to prove herself. She didn't want her name or any of the favourable connections she had to get her any sort of special treatment. On the flip side, it also didn't get her out of moments like this one.

"Okay," she said.

"You were supposed to leave and go pick Sofia up from the airport right about now, but I will," she decided.

"Fine. Is Sebastian still here?"

"I already told him to find you before he leaves," she answered.

"Alright."

"How'd your appointment go?" she asked.

Faith was an adult, so she obviously didn't see Dr. Brady anymore. Teddy had taken over her case when she had turned eighteen. Now that Dr. Altman was close to retirement, Cristina was familiarizing herself with every detail of Faith's long history before Teddy no longer worked there. Of course, Faith knew her own history well and both Teddy and Dr. Brady were never far away, but they still wanted to make the transition early while they had the choice.

"Don't you think you'd know if it didn't go well?"

They had expected that Faith would begin to encounter more problems with her donor heart as she grew, but things had gone well. She had had many hospitalizations since her transplant, but she hadn't needed any more surgery which was considered excellent news. The medical advancements of the last two decades were to thank for this. She was on much better medications now than she had had back when she was small. They figured that the day would eventually come when Faith would need surgery again, but they weren't necessarily just sitting around waiting for it.

"I'm always going to ask," she said. "Get used to it."

"I know."

Sebastian gave Faith a kiss as they walked up to her mothers' house about two hours later.

"What was that for?" she smiled.

"We were both at the hospital all night, but we didn't get any time together," he told his fiancé.

The couple had been together for years now. What had started out as a childhood friendship had turned into a teenage relationship, and eventually grown into a serious commitment. They would be tying the knot that summer.

"I know. Sorry. You were working with Dustin again, right?"

"Yeah."

Sebastian's experiences as a child had inspired him to get into the medical field in some way. He knew that becoming a surgeon wasn't for him, but he did love his career as a Child Life Specialist. He was able to help sick children and their family members to navigate through the tough times that they had to endure. He could relate to many of the things that they were struggling with, so it felt like the perfect job for him.

"How's he doing?"

"I was up all night with a five-year-old," he said. "How does that sound?"

"Poor kid."

"Medically he's doing better, but he has a tough time understanding why he can't be home yet. He's had enough of all of the chemo, and he just wants to get out of there. I didn't even work with him much last night. I mostly just listened to him tell me that he hated the doctors while his parents finally got a break from it."

"Oh," she said as she opened the door.

The squealing that they were met with put smiles back on both of their faces. For a few hours, they were going to put the thoughts of sad, sick kids out of their minds and focus on the little get-together that was going on there.

Maxwell met them at the door with his little boy on his hip. The nine-month-old wasn't shy in the least. No, he wanted all of the attention that he could get.

"Declan!" Faith greeted him. "Oh, I love that smile!"

Daddy handed him over. They were expecting Auntie Sofia, but Faith would do. Actually, Declan was much more familiar with her. His aunt hadn't been home in months, but he saw her sister often.

"We were wrong," he said. "It's not Auntie Sofia. It's Faith and Sebastian."

"Sof's not here yet?" she asked as they took their shoes off and made their way into the main living area.

"The flight got delayed," Callie explained. "They'll be home any minute, though. Mom just called."

"Okay."

"And Declan's been keeping us busy," Lexie smiled. "Right? Say 'Right, Nana!'"

"I still don't get the Nana thing," Maxwell said. "He's Grandpa. Shouldn't you be Grandma?"

"Grandma sounds too old," she replied.

"And you're not old?"

"Not as old as everyone else," she defended. "So I'm Nana."

"Does it really matter?" Declan's mom, Chelsea, asked. "We're been calling her Nana for nine months. Let it go already."

Declan began babbling again as he reached his chubby little baby arms out towards his grandfather. Now that Mark was partially retired, he and his grandson spent some of their days together and they both loved it. Mark was still involved in the medical field three days out of the week, but he and Declan spent Thursdays and Fridays having all sorts of fun. As much as Mark still didn't want to give up his part-time duties as a doctor, he had to admit that he liked his days with the baby so much more than going to work. He swore that they helped to keep him young.

"What?" he asked as he took the little man from Faith. "You can't wait for Auntie Sofia to get home? I know. L.A. stole her away for too long, huh? But now she's a fifth year and Arizona's going to suck her in. She'll do her fellowship here. Yeah!"

"If she doesn't, my mom'll be devastated," Faith said.

"She will," Callie promised. "She wanted to start her career somewhere else, and make a name for herself without us around, but she always wanted to end up back here."

"I know."

"Now all she needs to do is find a good man."

"She's my kid," Mark replied. "Give her time. Look at Max and Chelsea. They've been together for four years and they're still just 'dating.' Us with the Sloan genes, we just take time."

"Exactly," his son agreed.

"How much time do you think you'll take?" Lexie asked.

"We'll get married before Declan does. How's that?" Chelsea smiled as she took some of her blonde hair out of her eyes. "We're just not in a rush. We're happy, Declan's happy..."

"I know. I'm just teasing."

"And in fairness to them, Seb and I have been together for longer. It only makes sense that we'd be married first," Faith said.

"True," Callie smiled. "We're dress shopping tomorrow. Wow."

"I'm getting married, not disappearing. You want Sof to find somebody, but I have somebody and you're freaking out because I'm getting married?"

"She still sees you as a three-year-old," Lexie said. "You're her baby."

"I grew up," she laughed. "Deal with it."

The conversation was interrupted when Sofia and Arizona finally arrived home. The guest of honour threw down her things and ran to see everyone. As much as she had always loved California – and had even let it become her temporary home – she loved Seattle so much more.

"You're so huge now!" she told Declan as she took him from Mark. "Hi!"

"He pulls hair now," Chelsea warned. "Watch it."

"You pull hair?" she asked. "Not my sweet Declan!"

He laughed.

"I don't mean to be rude, but what's for lunch? I'm starving."

"We ordered pizza," her brother answered.

"You're both chefs!" she told both him and his girlfriend. "You can't even cook real food to welcome me home?"

"Have you ever operated on me? No."

"Technically you'll be going back. You're not home for good," Faith pointed out. "You're only here for your 'interview.' You work in L.A. until –"

"Still. Pizza?" she asked.

"Pizza's good," she said.

"Because you can't have it very often," she replied.

"True. We'll go out for a real lunch after dress shopping tomorrow."

"Are we looking for everyone's dresses?" she wondered.

"What everyone?" she asked. "There's my dress and there's your dress. Mom and Madre somehow already know what they're wearing and besides you, I'm not having a bridal party. This thing is small."

"Then how come I've been hearing about it for a year?"

"It's still my wedding!"

"Look who it is," Seattle Grace Mercy West's current Chief of Surgery, Miranda Bailey, smiled when she saw Sofia on her surgical floor later on. "How soon before L.A. has to give you up?"

"I'll be here soon," she smiled back. "For now, I'm just going to observe a procedure that my mom and Faith are doing. Do you know how annoying that is? That my baby sister gets to operate while I watch?"

"I'll give you privileges," she offered.

"Yes, please," she said. "Can you also let me know how many of these guys my parents plan to set me up with? I'd like to be prepared for when I do end up here."

She laughed.

"I've heard of a few ideas," she admitted.

"What is so hard for them to understand about 'I want to focus on my career?'"

"They work here," she said with an eye roll. "Here nobody ever seems to only be focused on their career. Plus, they want grandbabies. Your dad and Lexie have Declan and it's making your mamas a little crazy."

"One day," she said. "But again. Career. Why is that a tough concept? I'm not even a Fellow yet."

"Just go scrub in with your mom and Faith," she told her. "It's good to have you back."

"I never worked here."

"You know what I mean. Besides, you will one day."

"Yeah," she agreed. "It's good to be back."

Arizona had been waiting many years to scrub in with both of her girls. Faith was still an intern, but she had made no secret of the fact that her goal was to follow in the footsteps of Teddy and Cristina. It seemed to be the only logical choice for her. Sofia, on the other hand, had chosen Pediatric surgery. She had watched her sister go through so much starting from birth. Now she wanted the chance to give as many children as she could their lives back.

"Admit it," Sofia said that night as she, her sister, and their moms all spent some time at the house.

Her parents had never been the type to try to control her life or anything like that, but they had made no secret of the fact that they had wished that she wouldn't have ever wanted to work in California. They just didn't want her that far away. She may have been grown, but they still didn't see what was wrong with Seattle Grace Mercy West's surgical program.

"L.A. might have been good for you," Arizona said.

"That's all I'm saying," she smiled. "But I'm doing my fellowship here. I mean, if it's offered."

Callie laughed.

"Somehow I don't think that'll be a problem," she told her.

"I've missed it here," she said. "I don't even like that I still have to head back for a little while. I can't wait until I can take my boards, finish up this year, and be home. Not only will I be the best Peds. Fellow you've ever seen, but I'll get to spend more time with Declan, and help Faith get all of the rest of the wedding stuff ready."

"I thought you didn't love weddings?" Arizona questioned.

"Other people's weddings are great," Sofia replied. "But no plotting to get me married."

"We're not plotting," Callie said. "We just think that you'd like some of the guys here."

"I love surgery," she replied.

"Are you sure you're your father's child?" her mom teased.

"There have been plenty of men," she clarified. "I just don't want futures with them at this point. I'll settle down, but for now I only want to become the best surgeon that I can."

"We did a good job, didn't we?" Arizona asked her wife.

"I'd say so," Callie nodded.

"Do we get any credit?" Faith asked.

"You're great," Arizona smiled.

Faith stood up and gathered her things.

"And with that, I must go," she said. "Because before we can pick out dresses tomorrow, I have to sit through Mark's skills lab again in the morning."

"Is it really that annoying?" Sofia asked. "Maybe I'll go, too."

"To everyone else, no. To me, yes. He's trying to convince me that I have what it takes to go into Plastics."

"Seeing E.N.T. patients the other two days that he works is good, but he'll never want to let go of the Plastics," Callie said. "Even if it's just while teaching a skills lab once a week, he's never going to stop talking about everything he's done."

"Maybe I won't go," Sofia replied.

"Oh, your specialty's been decided. Officially. He'll bring it up, but he won't be quite as insistent," her sister explained.

"Just go," Arizona laughed. "It'll make him happy."

"She will," Faith smiled. "I don't have a choice, and I'm not giving her one. Now, I think my fiancé'd appreciate time with me that doesn't involve work, family gatherings, or wedding planning."

"Bye," Callie said. "You're on my service tomorrow. That's how I convinced Bailey to give us all a few hours off to dress shop. I had to tear you away from Cristina and give someone else a chance with her."

"I've been on Peds. for two days."

"Fixing the heart of a child," Arizona countered.

"True."

"Ortho's not bad."

"It's not Cardio."