Hi, I'm back, & as promised, a new story!

So I'm not going to give much away, but I will say this follows the first episode pretty closely, and as I get the feel of the story, the less it will follow the actual story lines. I'm not going to give any background, this is going to be one of those read and find out stories :)

Enjoy!

I jolt awake when something lands on my ass. It takes me a few seconds to gather my surroundings, and the memories of last night hit me all of a sudden. I grab the black lace bra I ripped off her last night and hand it to her. "This is ..."

"Humiliating on so many levels, you have to go." She says, walking around to the other side of the couch.

"Why don't you just come back down here and we'll pick up where we left off." I joke, hoping she might actually think about it.

She throws my jeans at me. "No, seriously you have to go. I'm late, which isn't what you want to be on your first day of work so ..."

"So uh, you actually live here?" I try to start a conversation as I stand up.

"No."

"Oh." I look around, wondering where we are at then.

"Yes. Kind of." She adds.

"It's nice. A little dusty, odd, but it's nice. So how do you kind of live here?" I ask, glancing around the room.

"I moved two weeks ago from Boston. It was my mother's house and I'm selling it."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"For what?" She asks, sounding annoyed.

"You said 'was'." I say, making sure I heard her right.

"Oh, my mother isn't dead she's- you know what? We don't have to do the thing."

"Oh, we can do anything you want." I smile and grab my shirt. I know one thing I would want, a repeat of last night.

"No the thing, exchange the details, pretend we care. Look, I'm gonna go upstairs and take a shower okay, and when I get back down here you won't be here so goodbye, um..."

"Derek." She didn't remember my name, which normally is a bad thing but I don't remember hers either. We probably just never told each other our names or we forgot in the bliss of last night.

"Right, Meredith." We quickly shake hands, and it brings up memories of last night with her soft, slender hands all over my body.

"Meredith." I repeat, seeing how the name sounds. "Nice meeting you."

"Bye Derek." She gives a slight wave as she runs up the stairs. I grab the rest of my stuff and head outside to wait for a cab.

It's not long before the cab pulls up to Richard Webber's house. I swiftly walk to the door, and gently knock.

"Derek! I hope you had a good relaxing night." Adele smiles.

"I did. I had a drink or two at the bar and then went home to sleep. It was nice to sleep and not be woken up by the hospital or Joy." I lied straight through my teeth, and hoped that she believed it.

"That's wonderful. Everyone needs a break every now and then. But anyways, come in. When do you have to be at the hospital? I can make you some breakfast."

"Not for another couple hours, so breakfast would be nice." I followed Adele to the kitchen, and sat at the breakfast bar. Richard rushed in to grab some toast and headed for the door. "What are you in so much of a hurry for?"

"New interns today Derek." He responded before waking out the door.

"Oh great. New interns always suck." I say to no one in particular.

"Richard is always excited when there is a new batch coming, but after a week he is ready to kill them." Adele says while sliding me a plate of pancakes.

"Yeah it really is like that. You hope for some with some promise, but most of the time they either don't have what it takes or just aren't very good. With my specialty, I won't have someone who doesn't care or isn't good enough. It's rare that I find an intern like that, so I just generally hate interns. They screw everything thing up." I sigh, and begin eating my pancakes.

"I wouldn't want someone who has no experience messing around in my brain. No thank you." Adele smiles, and sits next to me with her pancakes.

I swallow another bite before asking about Joy. "How was Joy?"

"She's a pleasure. I wish I had saw her more when she was younger Derek!" She shoved my arm, and I do feel bad. Addison and I were always so busy we never came to visit.

"Things are changing now Adele. Okay?" I give my smile that makes the ladies come running.

"Are you taking her to the hospital or what?" Adele inquired.

"I was going to let her stay in my office till we figure more stuff out. That way I can eat lunch with her and check on her frequently."

"That's a smart idea. Does she always sleep in late?"

"Sometimes. It depends what time she went to sleep." I pause, raising an eyebrow at her. "I'm not in a rush so it's fine this morning."

"Oh okay, good. She may have convinced me to stay up to watch Beauty and The Beast when it was already past her bedtime."

"Oh course she did." I laugh, knowing my daughter is good at convincing people. "She could make a great lawyer if she keeps it up."

We both laugh, knowing she has said that is something she would never do. "She really would. She swears up and down that a bunch of strangers wouldn't believe her, but I bet they would."

"Who knows. We both know she can talk to people with no problem. I'm scared she is going to start taking to boys."

"Derek, she still has a few more years before that happens, and it has to happen eventually." Adele laughs, grabbing my plate and taking it to the sink.

"I just don't want it to!" I stomp my foot.

"Hi daddy. I missed you." A familiar little voice causes me to whip around and run in her direction. I scoop her up and squeeze her tight.

"I missed you too love bug." I give one last squeeze before putting her down. "Aunt Adele made pancakes, eat some because we have to leave soon."

"Okay." This time sitting at the dining room table, I sit across from my daughter and admire how beautiful she is. I already know she is going to break lots of hearts when she gets older.

She glances up for a moment. "Dad, why are you staring at me?"

"I was just thinking how you are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen." I had definitely seen some beautiful girls, but with her mixture of Addison and I, she could easily be a model.

"Daaad!"

"I'm serious."

"What about Mommy?" She questions, with one eyebrow raised and a hand on her hip.

"She's beautiful too, but not as pretty as you Joy."

"That's not nice to say." She retorted.

"Okay, okay, I take it back." I say, hoping to please her.

"Good. You always tell me to be nice to everyone no matter what, and you don't always follow your own advice." She stated, sounding older than what she was.

"I know, I know. Go wash your hands and face, then get dressed because Daddy has to get to work."

"I'm going with you right?" She asked excitedly.

"Yes, if you hurry up." With that, she flew out of the room to get ready. I washed up her plate while she got ready, and once I was done she appeared in the doorway, ready to go. "You ready love bug?"

"Yes." And soon we were out the door, and on our way to the hospital.

With my daughter's hand in mine, we go to the least used elevator. I don't want my daughter being talked about around the hospital. Me, I can deal with, but not her.

As we reach the floor, I see a group of the new interns running down the hall. One petite blonde reminds me of the beautiful women I met last night, who was also great in bed. I will never see her again, but the night was worth it anyways.

I open the door to my office and let go of Joy's hand. I go over to my desk and pull out paper and crayons, along with a couple books for her to read while I am working. I take a seat on the sofa next her, listen to her read while I'm not needed.

It's not long before my pager starts shrieking. I quickly silence it while getting down eye to eye level with her. "There is paper and crayons on my desk, along with a few more books for you to read while I'm working. I'll try to check on you as often as possible okay? If you need anything, find a nurse and have them page me, okay?"

"Okay." She didn't even look up from her book.

"I will definitely be back for lunch, but hopefully I can stop by sooner. Love you." I give her a quick kiss on the forehead before turning to leave.

"Bye daddy. Love you too." She says sweetly right as I'm about to walk out the door, instantly putting a smile on my face.

That smile is wiped off my face the second I walk into the ER. There are patients everywhere. I have to do a quick consult on two patients who collided while playing soccer.

I see the two boys, obviously related sitting on separate gurneys with their mother in between them. The nurse hands me both charts and I quickly look over them before doing an exam on them.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Shepherd. Which one is Chase and which one is Gavin?"

The little one speaks up. "I'm Gavin, I'm 8, and that's my brother. His name is Chase and he is 10. We were kicking the ball around the back yard when we ran into each other. With our heads."

Their mother is quick to add on. "I brought them straight here since they both have big knots on their heads now. I'd rather be safe than sorry."

I smile, knowing that exact feeling. "I understand, and that's great. I will just give them a quick exam, and they should be good to go."

"Okay, thank you." The mother says softly, before grabbing and holding the younger one's hand.

I walk around to the other side of the gurney, and begin the exam on the older one. "Can you follow the light with your eyes please?"

He nods, and follows the light. "So, what grade are you in?"

He looks to his mother. "Fourth grade." He says, barely audible.

"It's okay to be shy. Everyone has their shy moments. Now squeeze my hands as hard as you can."

He gives a slight smile, and squeezes my hand. "Does your head hurt now?

He shakes his head no.

"Have you thrown up since you hit your head?"

Another no.

"Did you lose consciousness at any point?"

"Nope. I just have this big bump on my forehead, that's it." He responds.

I write in his chart that he is cleared to go home, with no obvious signs of concussion or brain injury. I repeat the process with his brother, finding the same thing. I tell the other to bring them back if they start experiencing symptoms, but otherwise they are both good to go.

It's not long before I'm heading back upstairs to check on my daughter. I open the door of my office to find her sprawled on the couch, sleeping. I see various wrappers spread around, and I know she found my candy stash. I give her a quick kiss on the forehead and cover her with blanket before returning to work.

I find one of my colleagues who wanted me to look over a chart of his patient whose been having horrible headaches.

"Hey Doctor Potter, where is that chart you wanted me to look over?"

"Right here actually." He hands me a chart, and I flip through the first couple pages scanning over the lab reports and patient history.

"Doctor Shepherd! How are you today?" Doctor Kinder asks as he walks up.

"Pretty good, you?" I reply, still looking at the chart in my hands.

"Slow day, but otherwise good. How are you liking Seattle? Adjusted yet?" He questioned.

"Seattle is very different, but I'm liking it. Slowly adjusting to all the rain." I say, finally looking up from the chart.

"That's good. Once you get used to the rain, Seattle isn't that bad." He smiles.

"It seems that way." I smile, and take a quick glance around the room, and look back down at the chart again. I do a double take, since it looked like the girl from last night. On the second look, it is. We lock eyes for a second before she turns and runs. I flip the chart closed quickly. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." I hand him the chart before running after her.

"Meredith, can I talk to you for a second?" I grab her arm, and pull her toward the stairwell. To my surprise, she doesn't resist and just follows where I'm leading her.

"Actually I was-" She pauses to look over the stairs, presumably making sure no one is nearby to hear us. "Doctor Shepherd."

"Doctor Shepherd? This morning it was Derek. Now it's Doctor Shepherd." I say, pretending to be slightly offended.

"Doctor Shepherd, we should pretend it never happened."

"What never happened? You sleeping with me last night or you throwing me out this morning? Because both are fond memories I'd like to hang onto." I smile, remembering how much fun last night was.

"No. There will be no memories. I'm not the girl in the bar anymore and you're not the guy. This can't exist, you get that right?"

"You took advantage of me and now you want to forget about it."

"I did not take-"

I quickly interrupt her. "I was drunk, vulnerable, and good-looking, and you took advantage."

I finally got a smile out of her. "Okay, I was the one who was drunk, and you are not that good-looking."

"Maybe not today. Last night, I was very good looking. I had my red shirt on, you took advantage." I brag and move behind her.

She turns around to look at me. "I did not take advantage."

"Wanna take advantage again? Say, Friday night?" I step closer to her. My eyes stay locked with her green-gray eyes.

She hesitates for a moment before saying no. "You're an attending. And I'm your intern." My eyes travel down to her lips, wondering if they taste the same as they did last night. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Like what?" I ask, pretending not to know what she's talking about.

"Like you've seen me naked." I grin, knowing that's exactly what I was thinking about. "Doctor Shepherd, this is inappropriate. Has that ever occurred to you?"

She leaves the stairwell, and leaves me wanting to know more about the girl from the bar.

I work my way back to my office, since it is finally lunch time. I swing the door open to find my daughter reading with Richard.

"Hey guys."

"Hey dad, Richard stopped by to check on me and I told him to stay for a while, he looked like he needed a break."

I smile at the sweet nature of my daughter. "That's so sweet of you, but I'm betting Dr. Webber is probably needed somewhere, and it is time for our lunch date."

"I do have some paperwork I need to finish up, but I'd love to read with you more often. Thank goodness your daddy decided to come back to Seattle, right?" Richard asked, tickling her sides.

The room filled with her laughter. "Stop! Stop! I don't like being tickled!"

A smile etches across my face as I see them together. I feel like I made the right decision moving to Seattle, I just wish I had done it sooner.

I move toward them, pretending to protect her from Richard. "Tickle monster, I need to stop so I can take me daughter to get some food. You can hear her tummy rumbling."

Joy giggles, and Richard crosses his arms across his chest. "Fine, but I'll be back." He slides his glasses down his nose enough to see over them, and winks at her, before leaving.

"Uncle Richard is silly." She declares.

"Yes, yes he is. Are you ready to get some lunch?"

"Yes!" She jumps up from her spot on the couch, grabbing her rain coat and shrugging it on.

"So, I was thinking somewhere with spaghetti, what do you think?"

"I would love it!" She throws her arms around me, holding me tight.

"Alright, let's go." I grab her hand, and lead her away from the nurse's station and to the less used elevator. As I'm getting on, I see Meredith again, sprinting for some reason. I can't help but imagine what it would be like dating her.

Of course, someone always picks up on everything I do. She waits till the elevators are shut before saying anything. "Dad, why were you staring at that girl?"

"Well, I just noticed how pretty she is."

She bounces on the balls of her feet and smiles shyly at me. "Okay. As long as she isn't prettier than me, you can ask her out."

I'm taken aback by what she says. "I don't want to ask her out silly, I just think she is very, very pretty. But no one could ever be as pretty as you."

"Okay, but are you just going to stare at her or tell her that she's pretty?"

"Honey, pretty girls like her usually have boyfriends, who would get mad if I did that." I lie through my teeth, since I'm almost one hundred percent positive she's single, or at least she was last night.

"Oh." I kiss her forehead as the elevator door opens, and we head out the building to lunch.

While we are waiting for our food, we have little conversations.

"So, would you ever marry anyone again? Or even date anyone? Cause everyone talks about how step parents suck."

I swallow, knowing that if I were to date it would be complicated by me having a daughter, but she will always come first, no matter what. "If they sucked as a step parent, then I would have to stop dating them. You are more important to me."

"But what about your happiness?"

"As long as I have you, I'm happy."

"You always say that."

"Because it's true. You made my life so much more delightful. Without you, I don't know where I would be right now." I say, remembering when I found out about her.

It was our wedding night. Everyone had left, and it was just Addie and I. I filled our bedroom with candles, and covered the bed in rose petals. We sat on the edge of the bed, giving each other a little box, our personal wedding gifts. Addison opened mine first.

"Aww baby, you got me diamond earrings?"

"I thought they would go perfectly with your rings." She smiles, and pulls me in for a kiss. She pushes me away before we go any farther.

"Okay, so your turn. I know, I know it isn't a lot, but I know you'll love it." She hands me a small rectangular box, wrapped in a red bow. I look at it cautiously, trying to figure out what it is before I open it.

"I'm gonna try to guess it first." I state.

"Come on baby, just open it!" She smiles at me, and I know it's going to be good.

I pull the ribbon, and it falls to the ground. I take off the top of the box to reveal tissue paper. I pick it up, and it feel like a stick. Unwrapping this stick like thing, it reveals a positive pregnancy test.

"We are having a baby?" I ask excitedly.

"We are having a baby, Derek!" I grab her face and kiss her as hard as I can, seeing as I can't wait to see what this baby will have in store for us.

My food being placed in front of me brings me back to reality. I shake off the happy memory, trying to focus on the now.

We eat in silence, but I hear an occasional slurp of spaghetti from across the table followed by a giggle.

"Manners." I say, not to seriously, while doing the exact same thing she just did.

"Excuse me." She bursts out into giggles, and I can't help but laugh at my little girl.

My pager starts shrieking, interrupting the moment. "I'm sorry, but we have to go, it's a 911. I'm gonna drop you off at Aunt Adele's, okay?"

She nods as a lay down two twenties and we work our way out of the packed restaurant. Soon I'm dropping her off, and making my way back to the hospital.

My pager continuously goes off, and I know it's going to be bad. I sprint down the hospital hallways to find my patient, Katie Bryce, had just been brought back after going into v-tach.

"What the hell happened?"

"She had a seizure, and her heart stopped." Meredith says breathlessly.

"A seizure? You were supposed to be monitoring her."

"I checked on her and-"

"I got her, just- just go." I put the stethoscope to her chest, listening to her heart. "Somebody get me her, somebody give me her chart please."

I scribble her current stats as I think about the interns. As usual, none of them show promise and Meredith just proves why I don't like interns. I sigh as the room calms down, and I get a chance to think.

I shake off the thoughts of Meredith, and put myself in full work mode, which means figuring out what's wrong with this damn girl. I take the chart with me back to my office, and go over basics.

No tumor, no pregnancy, no trauma, no brain bleed. It has to be something out of the ordinary, but who knows what the hell it could be. It could be a million different things, and I want to do is go home and snuggle my daughter, but instead, I head to the library and hit the books.

The sun is just peaking over the horizon as I emerge from the library, still with no answer as to with Katie is having seizures. Katie's parents want to talk to me about her treatment, but I have no answers for them. As I approach them, I get the feeling this might not end well.

"Mr. and Mrs. Bryce, I've gone over Katie's labs and scans and have found that it is fact, not a seizure disorder."

"You said it was a seizure disorder. Now you are saying it isn't?" Katie's father questions me.

"I'm saying that I don't know."

"Well what do think it could be?" Katie's mother jumps in, crossing her arms.

I repeat an earlier statement, and I can tell they are starting to get frustrated. "I don't know."

"When will you know?" Mr. Bryce slams his hand against his thigh, becoming more upset.

"I don't have an answer for you." I try to keep my cool as Mr. Bryce seemingly gets more frustrated. "For now, Katie is stable and-"

"Wait one damn minute. We came here because this hospital is supposed to be the best in Washington," He gestures toward the ground. "That's my kid in there," He points toward her room. "And you have the audacity to stand here and tell me I don't know?"

"Mr. Bryce-" I try speaking softly to calm him down and stop him from making a scene, but he interrupts me.

"No, I want someone else, a doctor who knows what they are doing. You get me someone else, someone better than you."

Mr. Bryce turns to walk away from me. "Mr. Bryce, I assure you I am working hard on Katie's case."

He whips back around. "No, you're not. If you were, you would be able to give me some answers."

"Okay." I sigh as they walk away from me. Honestly, I can't blame them. If it was me, and Joy was in this situation, I'd be taking her to a different hospital in a heartbeat, but right now, all that matters is that I find out what is wrong with their daughter. That what intend to do.

I grab Katie's chart from the nurse's station, and head swiftly to my office. While on my way, I page Dr. Bailey to meet me there.

Once in my office, I take Katie's charts and hit the copy button about a dozen times on my printer, and right as it starts printing is when Doctor Bailey arrives.

"You paged, Doctor Shepherd?"

"Yes, I did." I step around my desk to where I'm standing in front of her. "I need your help. I've got this case I can't seem to crack, and I want to give all the interns a copy of her chart. Maybe they will see something I didn't. Do you think you could help?"

"Well, I don't mind but what exactly do you need help with?"

"Just putting her copies chart into folders, and handing them out to interns whenever I gather them all up." I quickly run a hand through my curls. "And I have one question. Do you think that letting them scrubbing in on a surgery if she needs it is a good enough incentive?"

"Oh honey." She puts a hand on her hip. "Just being in that OR would be incentive enough, but let them scrub to. They definitely will be chasing for that answer."

"Good." I sigh. "I started copying the chart already, over there." I point to the printer. "I'm going to page all the interns to the conference room, meet me there in like ten minutes."

"Sure thing, Dr. Shepherd."

I turn to leave, and my stomach starts to rumble. I flick my wrist up to check my watch, and find that I have just enough time to get a protein bar from the vending machine. I put four quarters in and out pops a little tiny protein bar that I shove into my mouth as I walk to the conference room. I page all the interns there, and wait outside for them all to arrive.

Most arrive within minutes of my page, including Meredith. I nod at her as she walks in, and I catch a smile as she turns her head away. Whether or not I think she's a good intern, she damn near the hottest.

Once Bailey arrives with the stack of her chart, that's when I head into the room to give the interns their assignment from me.

"Well good morning." I say to the group, and get various good mornings back. "I'm gonna to something pretty rare for a surgeon. I'm gonna ask interns for help." I walk around the table, and lock eyes with Meredith for just a moment before I continue. "I've got this kid, Katie Bryce. Right now, she's a mystery. She doesn't respond to our meds. The labs are clean, the scans are pure, but she's having seizures, grand mail seizures with no visible cause. She's a ticking clock. She's gonna die if I don't make a diagnosis, which is where you come in." I make my way back up to the front of the conference room. "I can't do it alone. I need your extra minds, extra eyes. I need you to play detective. I need you to find out why Katie is having seizures. I know you are tired; I know you are busy. You've got more work than you can possibly handle. I understand, so I'm going to give you an incentive. Whoever finds the answer, rides with me. Katie needs surgery. You get to do what no interns get to do, scrub in to assist on an advanced procedure. Doctor Bailey is going to hand you Katie's chart. The clock is ticking fast people. If we're going to save Katie's life, we have to do it soon." With that, I turn to leave.

Immediately, I bump into Richard. "Derek, I thought you hated interns."

"I do, but I need them. There is something I'm not seeing, and I just hope they can see it. Plus, this will show me the better interns of the group, if there is any."

We both walk toward his office. "True, but I definitely think I see a couple with some promise. I also like to think that since I picked them, but you never know." He stops walking and faces me. "Meredith Grey has been your intern today, correct?"

I swallow roughly, hoping he didn't already find out I had slept her. That would be awful, since he is the chief and it's a rule not to sleep with or have romantic relationships with subordinates. "Uh, yeah. Why?"

"I think she shows great promise. Just like her mother."

"She seemed okay. So I'm guessing her mother is Ellis Grey then?"

He nods. "Yep, but onto other stuff. I've got something for you in my office."

I throw him a questioning glance, but open the door anyways. Immediately a smile etches across my face.

"Dad!" Joy slams into me, causing me to stumble backwards.

"I've missed you baby girl. I'm sorry I couldn't come home last night; I've been very busy at work." I sink down to where we are eye to eye. "I can't promise I'll be home tonight, but I'm going to try really, really hard, okay?"

"It's fine, I love spending time with Aunt Adele and Uncle Richard." She wraps her arms around my neck again, squeezing me right.

"That's good." I stand all up, and ruffle her hair. "You behave for Aunt Adele, Dad has to go back to work and save some lives."

"I will. Remember it's always a beautiful day to save lives!"

"That's right baby girl, that's right." I smile harder, if that's possible. I really don't know what I would do without her, she brightens my day. Hell, she's brighten my life. I kiss her on the forehead before her and Adele leave.

I wave bye to my daughter as she heads home with Adele, and can't help but thank Richard. "Thanks, Richard. I needed that."

"I figured you did. Katie Bryce has been a tough case, and you need a break every once in a while."

"It did help." I nod to him before leaving, to look over her chart once again.

I stop by the nurse's station and see the Katie's chart has been picked up by someone else, I would assume whoever is checking on her vitals.

My stomach lets out a low growl, and I figure I have time to grab something to eat. I head to the elevator, and push the button several times. While I'm waiting I pull out my little notebook that I have written the various causes for seizures, and I start going over them.

Just as the elevator door opens and I step on, I hear someone calling for me. "Doctor Shepherd, just one moment."

I turn around to see two interns standing just outside the elevator doors. "Katie competes in beauty pageants." Cristina states the obvious.

"I know that, but we have to save her life anyway." I look back down at my notebook, going over the possible causes of her seizures.

"She has no headaches, no neck pain, her CT is clean," The elevator door starts to close, and Cristina puts her hand in the way, preventing it from closing. "There's no medical proof of an aneurysm."

"Right." I just want to get to the point of why these two are telling me stuff I already know.

"But what if she has an aneurysm anyway?" Cristina asks.

"There are no indicators." I shove my pen and notebook back into my pockets.

"But she twisted her ankle a few weeks ago when she was practicing for the pageant." She once again steps in front of the door, keeping it open.

"Look, I appreciate you trying to help, but -"

"She fell. When she twisted her ankle, she fell." Meredith interrupts.

"It was no big deal, not even a bump on the head," Cristina holds the door again. "She got right back up, iced her ankle, and everything was fine. It was a fall so minor her doctor didn't even think to mention it when I was taking her history but she did." She grabs the door once again. "She did fall."

"Well do you know what the chance is that a minor fall could burst an aneurysm? One in a million, literately." I say as the door closes, and she doesn't bother to stop it this time. I glance around the elevator at the annoyed faces, and can't help but think what if she is one in a million. I quickly press the open doors button and when they open, I see the two interns staring at me. "Let's go."

"Where?" Cristina asks.

"To find out if Katie is one in a million." I say, walking toward the nurse's station, with the two interns following me. We stop at the nurse's station, and I grab her chart. "Can you two get Katie up for an angiogram? I'm gonna grab a quick snack and meet you guys up there."

They both nod, and run off in the direction of Katie's room. I laugh at the enthusiasm of the interns, they truly are always ready to do what you want them to do, or at least in the beginning. I hand back the chart, and make my way to the nearest vending machine.

I get my granola bar, and head up to the angiogram. Both interns are waiting excitedly near the door as I enter, and they begin.

I have a clipboard that I am going over and writing on, I glance up to check their progress and send up doing a double take. "I'll be damned."

The lab technician points to a little spot on the screen. "There it is."

I step forward to get a better look. "It's minute, but it's there. It's a subarachnoid hemorrhage. She's bleeding into her brain."

"Okay so let's get her to pre-op, and let her parents know. You two, come with me." I motion the two intern to follow me, so I can thank them.

They walk on each side of me, but stay silent. "She could have gone through her entire life without it ever being a problem. One tap in the right spot-"

"And it exploded." Cristina adds.

"Exactly. Now I get to fix it. You two did great work," I glance at both of them. "Love to stay and kiss your asses but I've got to go tell Katie's parents she is having surgery." I lean onto the nurse's station. "Katie Bryce's chart please."

The nurse hands me her chart. "Here you go."

I flip several pages in, and begin updating her chart with the angiogram results and that she is going to need surgery.

"Doctor Shepherd, you'd said that you'd pick someone to scrub in if we helped?" Cristina asked.

"Oh yes, right." I totally forgot about that. "I'm sorry I can't take you both, it's gonna be a full house." I flip the chart closed, and I glance over at Meredith. "Meredith, I'll see you in the OR."

I open the chart again, finishing what I was writing earlier. "Good, thank you." I nod to the nurses before turning to leave.

I stride toward my office, wanting to make a quick phone call before I have to help prep Katie and do her surgery. I fall back into my chair and dial the number.

It rings several times before someone picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, can I talk to my little munchkin?"

"Of course, let me get her." Adele says before the line gets quiet.

"Dad?" A little voice asks.

"It's me sweetie. How was your day?"

"It was great, but it would have been better if you were here." She says sadly.

"I know, sweetheart. Daddy has to save lives, but guess what?"

"What?"

"We can spend all day together tomorrow, and the next day. How does that sound?"

"I would love it! I can't wait!" She yells into the phone, and it brings a smile to my face.

"Behave for Aunt Adele. I have a surgery to go do, then I'll be there to get you."

"Okay, love you, dad."

"Love you too baby." I say, then the line clicks, and I know she's hung up. I glance at the picture of her on my desk, and I can't help but smile.

I peer at my watch, and notice that is it just about time to start prepping Katie. I make my way to where Katie is in pre-op, and see her flipping through a magazine.

"Hey, Katie, I'm here to finish your prep work."

"Okay." She doesn't even look up from her magazine.

"You know that I have to shave part of your head, right?"

"What?" That got her to look at me, and she looks terrified.

"I do."

"You can't. I can't be a bald beauty queen, that's the worst!" She quips.

"How about I promise you that I'll make you look cool, and we will sedate you." I say, trying to make her happier.

"Fine." She crosses her arms, and I call a nurse over.

"Go ahead and sedate her, and get me the razor so I can finish prepping her."

"Yes, Doctor Shepherd." The nurse nods, and does as I say.

Within a few minutes, I'm shaving off her long blonde locks.

Not long after that, Meredith walks in. "I promised I'd make her look cool. Apparently being a bald beauty queen is the worst thing that happened in the history of the world." I shut the razor off, since I'm basically done.

"Did you chose me for surgery because I slept with you?" Meredith asks.

"Yes." I didn't really, but I actually like her. Plus, she's been on Katie's case since the start. I slide around the table quickly to put the razor away. "I'm kidding."

"I'm not gonna scrub in for surgery. You should ask Cristina; she really wants it."

"You're Katie's doctor, and on your first day, with very little training, you helped save her life. You earned the right to follow her case through to the finish. I lean closer to her, and I talk a little softer. "You shouldn't let the fact that we had sex get in the way of you taking your shot."

She stares at me for a moment before saying anything. "Okay."

I smile at the beautiful women in front of me, who I miss judged earlier. If she tackles every case like she did, and solves them like she did, she will definitely make an amazing surgeon. Hell, I might finally have an intern who can be helpful to me, and who I can teach to. She would make a wonderful neurosurgeon if she keeps up the good work. "See you in surgery Doctor Grey."

"See you." She says before leaving.

I let the nurses know I'm done, and that they can move her to the OR now.

In the scrub room, I put on my fish scrub cap and mask. I walk into the OR, and glance around the crowded room. "Alright everybody. It's a beautiful night to save lives, let's have some fun."

I turn back to the scrub room to scrub, and I see Meredith standing there. I nod at her, and I'm pretty sure under that mask there is a smile. I can't help but want to know more about her, but right now I have a life to save.

After scrubbing my arms, the nurses help me into my gown and gloves, and I step up to Katie's head. "Scalpel."

I lose track of time as the surgery goes on, as soon I'm getting ready to place the clip. I glance up, and notice Meredith trying to get a good look. We lock eyes for a moment, and I motion for her to come closer.

As she steps up to the microscope, I can't help but stare at her for a moment. She doesn't notice my staring, but I can't help it, she's gorgeous. I look back into the microscope to place the clip.

The rest of the surgery is a breeze, and next thing I know I'm scrubbing out. Meredith had disappeared quickly after the surgery, but I'm sure I'll see her soon. With that, I grab her chart and head to the nurse's station.

I know I walk past her, but I want to finish Katie's chart before I have a conversation. I take off my scrub cap, and grab a pen from behind the nurse's station. I can feel her eyes on me, and after about a minute she speaks.

"That was amazing."

I can't help but smile at her, remembering my first surgery and how incredible I felt afterwards.

"You practice on cadavers, you observe, and you think you know what you are going to feel like standing over that table, but that was such a high." I continue to stare at her, not saying anything. "I don't know why anybody does drugs."

I am mesmerized by her, so I have no idea what to say back. "Yeah"

We lock eyes for a moment, but she smiles and looks down. "Yeah."

I shake my head, smiling, knowing now that I will have to get to know her. Somehow, or someway. "I should, uh, go do this."

"You should." She smiles again.

"I'll see you around." I say right as I'm about to leave.

As I'm walking away, I hear her say "See you around, see ya." It brings a smile to my face knowing that I will see her again.

As I walk slowly to the family waiting area to update Katie's parents, I can't help but think about the girl from the bar. More specifically, how I am going to get her to date me, but then I remember my daughter. Whatever happens, I know it won't be easy.

Whoa, that was a long chapter huh? I don't know if every chapter will be this long, but I'll try :)

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