#mctwcsty

[mcdceamy]

    STANDING IN THAT SCRUB room with Meredith had been one of the hardest things he had had to do. He had to tell the love of his life that he was sticking with his wife because he felt it was the moral thing to do. How backwards was that? If he hadn’t been stuck in surgery he would have followed Meredith, chased her through the halls and told her he was wrong. That he would sign those divorce papers that night and they could start fresh. But he couldn’t have things his way. Ever. 

    By the time he was finished, Meredith was gone. He had searched high and low for her but he couldn’t find her. It was Cristina who had told him she had gone. So there started months of regret and eventually scouring the country for her. Sure, he had some looks when he had stuck to his guns and tried to make things work with Addison, but everyone knew he was unhappy. They were never seen holding hands, there was always a 2 foot distance between them. The intimacy was gone from his life. He couldn’t even think about being intimate with Addison. 

    This was his third trip to Boston. The first had been whilst he was looking at places to do his internship. Mass Gen had been a top contender before he settled for Bowdoin. Maybe if he had gone to Mass Gen he would have bumped into Meredith sooner. She had spent the majority of her life in Boston. If he had learnt anything over the past few months, he learnt not to hold onto the past. He could change his future. Not his past.

    His second visit to Boston had been a month after Meredith had left Seattle. It killed him that he hadn’t thought of Boston sooner. That he hadn’t ran straight to the airport to fly there. But again, you can’t change the past Derek. He had spent a few days in Boston searching the hospitals in case she had transferred, spending time outside supermarkets, trying to locate her old house based on information she had given him over time but he had come up empty.

    Sitting in the drivers seat of his rental car, Derek thought long and hard about places he may find her. Four months had passed now and the pain was still there. Closing his eyes, Derek took a deep breath and then opened them again and reversed out of the parking spot. It was only a thirteen minute drive from the airport to Mass Gen, but that would be his first stop again. Leaving the parking lot, Derek joined the highway. 

    Derek entered the hospital, trying to act confident. He had a plan. He was going to try act as confident as possible, ask for Dr Grey and just go find her himself. He knew she had to be here. Boston made sense. Mass Gen was the hospital her mom worked at when she was younger. This was the place. It had to be. He felt so close to her, closer than ever before. Yet, despite his fake confidence, he was shaking from head to toe. He took a breath and rushed inside, bumping into someone at the same time. He gently took the woman by the shoulders, his left hand catching his eye, it looked weird without his ring again. “I’m so sorry. I need to look where I’m going.” He told the woman with a small laugh. 

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[mctwcsty]

[surgeonsoath]

SO MUCH COULD BE seen from her vantage point. Not just the beauty of her surroundings, but from where she sat at the top of the boardwalk, she could see the beauty of her daughter. She had grown into this incredible woman, despite everything she had been through, everything she had endured. Of course Ellis knew that was mainly inflicted on Meredith by her, but she had had a lot of time to think over the past years. A lot of time to watch her daughter defy all odds and become something of herself despite being shot down so much during her childhood. 

From that goofy O’Malley kid, a death which had really pained Ellis to see, to the husband Meredith deserved, Ellis watched as each person reconnected with Meredith. Only she knew she had to get in to see her daughter before Derek moved closer to her. It would be too late after that. 

Slowly Ellis stood up, her thin cardigan falling loose around her. She slowly, silently walked down the boardwalk and lowered herself into one of the two white wooden chairs which had appeared at the end. She waited, letting the sound of the waves crash over her, watching as Meredith seemed to be taking it all in. Meredith had always liked the beach so it wasn’t a surprise to Ellis that this is where she envisioned herself. Much different from the halls of the hospital where they had last met each other. 

Ellis leant back in her chair, her hands threaded together and resting on her stomach. Her head tilted slightly to the side as Meredith acknowledged her, a soft smile on her face now as she addressed her daughter silently. Of course Ellis was aware that Meredith might not have expected to see her, to talk to her, but she was there now and she only appeared because of Meredith. Everyone who was on that beach was there because deep down, Meredith wanted to see them. 

Closed Starter / @mctwcsty​ / Dr. Ellis Grey M.D

[mcevilspawn]

@mctwcsty

"It means I’m going to be there for her when she needs me, because she’s the only one I can count on."

[thcgoodtimegirl]

The Woman Who’s Been Screwing My Father...

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She only sort of knew what was happening. Rosalie had been busy with school and cello lessons, trying and usually failing at making friends. Of course she’d noticed Christmases being a little empty, the morning was just her and her mom and quiet excuses that her dad had gotten paged during the night and wouldn’t be home until later. Dinner at Grandma Shepherd’s with her cousins, but still her dad hadn’t shown up. Her birthday happened and again, her dad wasn’t there. Eventually, Rosalie stopped waiting. She stopped thinking or wasting her time wondering if her dad would come to her recitals, holidays, birthdays, and parent teacher conferences. She got comfortable with it being just her and her mom, occasionally Mark. Her dad almost ceased to exist in her mind. 

Rosalie learned a new routine: getting herself up and ready for school, checking her own homework twice, and making her own breakfast. Her mom took her to school three days a week and the other two, she walked. If she were to pause herself in her routine and think about it for a few minutes, she wouldn’t be able to remember the last time she saw her dad for more than a few minutes. He was coming home after she was in bed, he was usually gone before she got up- if he even came home at all. Rosalie wasn’t okay with it, she was just used to it. It had become her new routine, and one the rare occasion that he was home for longer with her, he messed with how her days went and she got frustrated. She had heard a few times the way her parents fought about the fact that she struggled when he was around. 

Her mom had warned her a week in advance that some things would be changing and that it would be hard. Rosalie’s routine wouldn’t exist when they went to Seattle, but Uncle Richard, Aunt Adele, and dad would be there, mom would be available whenever she wasn’t with patients too. If she knew that things would change a lot and rapidly, she would be okay, she knew to expect it. 

Rosalie listened to her mom’s explanation of where they were going, why, and how long they would be gone. It was vague, more vague than usual. She was used to getting very precise explanations, but this time her mom had told her, “I have a case in Seattle, where your dad went. So, we’re going to go, and we’ll see dad and figure out what we’re doing from there.” She knew about Mark, knew that her dad had left; her mom didn’t keep secrets from her, she hated secrets. Rosalie found lying difficult and didn’t understand why everyone lied. When her dad left, her mom sat her down and told her everything; about work, her dad, and then she told her about Mark and how her dad found out. 

The flight to Seattle had been long and Rosalie was tired, but she understood that her mom needed to go to the hospital and check in with her patient. She was the child of two amazing surgeons, she’d been down this road before. Despite being tired, she was still going with her. Rosalie followed her mom through the hospital to the desk and stood there quietly while she asked about her patient and heard her ask about her dad. She rolled her eyes lightly, again, it wasn’t that she didn’t care but she hadn’t had a real conversation with him in years at this point now; and now, he lived on the other side of the country. 

Turning around, Rosalie was looking at what the hospital looked like when she saw her dad across the lobby. She tapped her mom on the shoulder and pointed, since she’d been asking about him. The young teen didn’t exactly understand what she was looking at as her dad helped a woman into her coat, but she could see the change in her mom’s body language. 

Rosalie thought that she didn’t care. She thought that she wouldn’t really want to see him, but he was right in front of her and it looked like he was leaving for the night. That meant that he was free. He would actually have time to talk to her. She felt her mom’s arm wrap around her and gently start walking towards him. Rosalie watched his face, he didn’t look happy to see her even though he’d been gone for four months. He hadn’t seen her in three months, and he wasn’t happy to see her. Her face fell as they approached him. Uncertainty and anxiety was settling in and she didn’t know what to do. 

“Addison, Rosalie, what are you doing here?” Her dad’s voice rang through her head and she frowned. “You aren’t happy to see us,” she said quietly. It wasn’t a question, she could tell; between the lack of smile on his face and the tone of his voice. He wasn’t happy to see her. “That’s not what I’m saying-” He glanced at Addison, “What are you doing here?” Addison smiled sadly at Rosalie’s realization before pushing it off and focusing on her husband, “You would know if you bothered to return any one of my phone calls.” She turned to the other woman, “Hi, I’m Addison Shepherd, and this is my daughter Rosalie.” Addison reached out to shake the woman’s hand. “And you must be the woman who’s been screwing her father.” Rosalie glanced between the adults surrounding her. She knew about Mark, knew her dad was mad, but he wouldn’t- he wouldn’t do that. Would he? The teen realized she really didn’t know, considering she hadn’t said more than three sentences to him in three years. 

[sxtanshepherd]

Keep Getting Pulled Back

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It was a normal day for Addison. She'd woken up, got ready for work, and headed into the practice. The secretary gave her a run down of her day and let her know her schedule before heading into their morning meeting. Practice life was very different from life as a surgeon in a hospital or chief of her own surgical department. Sometimes she missed the rush. Life always had a way of staying interesting for Addison though. Whether is was Archer nearly dying or her parents appearing on a whim. She could hardly say that life was boring.

She had just escorted one of her patients to the elevator with instructions when her attention was grabbed by someone she didn't know. "Are you Addison Forbes-Montgomery?" Addison nodded, "I am. Are you a new patient? Our office staff can help you with forms and get you set up with an appointment-" "No, that's not why I'm here at all. I - I just wanted to introduce myself." Addison stared at the woman in confusion. She had no idea who this person was, so why did they seem so nervous. "I'm Erin Flynn," her hand extended a business card for a law firm. Addison frowned, "If one of my patients had an issue-" "No, god no, I'm doing this all wrong. I'm sorry. Is there- can we? I was hoping we could talk." Addison nodded lightly, "Sure, my office is down this way." She walked down to her office and gestured for Erin to take a seat.

Addison watched the other woman glance around her office, she was confused as to why a lawyer was so invested in her decorating choices. "So, Erin, correct? What brings you down to my practice?" Erin startled for a second before taking the offered seat. "I- I was adopted as a baby. I've always been curious but when my dad died, I just felt this hole and finally got the courage to look at my adoption papers. His name wasn't on the certificate, no one's name was, but there was paperwork that named your dad-" Addison cut her off, "I'm sorry. You said you think the Captain is your father?" Of course this would happen. She couldn't exactly be surprised at that, with all his affairs. However, she was a Forbes-Montgomery. She'd been raised to be wary of people like this. "You'll need to consent to genetic testing." She watched the way the woman's face fell. "There was another name in the records My birth mom's reports. Her name was Ellis Grey." Addison started laughing. She had to or she would lose her mind. "Ellis Grey slept with the Captain. Of course she did, they did." It explained so much.

Oh god, she realized. She was going to have to tell Meredith. Damnit. Addison sobered at that thought. "I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me. This is just- there's a lot to this. But, uhm, how do you feel about Seattle? There's more than just myself involved in your mother is Ellis Grey." "Yes, I'm aware of Meredith. I fully vetted both of you, you seemed like the better one to start with." Addison didn't quite understand what that meant. Either way, she wouldn't be dealing with any of this without Meredith. "Well, it doesn't matter who you started with. We'll have to go to Seattle and talk with Dr. Grey. This involves her too.

Over the next hour or so, Addison reworked her schedule and scheduled a flight with Erin to Seattle the next day. She didn't have the energy to let this sit in her head for more than a day. That night, her brain was overwhelmed with thoughts and worries. Captain had another kid. Of course she knew it was possible, almost probable. That didn't mean she ever wanted to look them in the eye. Even now, knowing the truth about her parents, Addison could just barely manage Bizzy's death. Throughout the night, she barely rested, leaving her exhausted for the flight that morning.

When they landed in Seattle, Addison was surprised that it was storming. She had the taxi take them to the hotel to drop their bags off, knowing this was going to take more than a day to manage. There was very little talk between herself and Erin. Addison was telling herself that it was because she didn't care about her. No matter what the tests said, she wasn't her sister. But she also knew that it was because of Meredith. Addison had come to terms with everything, moved on; hell, Derek died. And yet another thing pulled her back to Seattle, and connected her to Meredith Grey.

Addison quickly led Erin through the hospital that afternoon, refusing to get caught up in gossip. She knew her old friends would find her in time, news traveled fast. It didn't take long for her to find Meredith at the nursing station. This was her first trip back to Seattle since the funeral. After a moment, she made eye contact with Meredith and paused before walking over. She had no idea what to say to her, she doubted a 'hey, your mom slept with my dad and created this person' was going to work. Once within appropriate distance, Addison gave Meredith a tight lipped smile, "Dr. Grey," she started, "This is Erin Flynn. She says her parents are Ellis and the Captain."

[teddyaltman-cardiogoddess]

Forming Friendship 

Starter for @mctwcsty

It took some time after their talk in the park, but she finally did it. She told Owen about the baby. It wasn’t when, where, or how she planned to; but wasn’t that how it always went for the anxious blonde? They were in surgery and it was some sort of miracle their patient was fine, and she just blurted it out before being paged away at just the right time. She just word-vomitted to an OR full of staff and now the whole hospital was bound to know. Of course they talked about it some but it was all so....messy and complicated. Things with Owen were always complicated. 

Her and Mer had definitely become closer since the day at the park. More chats here and there, texting, etc. Dare she say they were actually becoming friends? Not that they weren’t before, it was just that they didn’t really go out of their way to be more than professional. It was civil and friendly, just not close. So, the cardio surgeon was still trying to wrap her head around the thought that she was knocking on Meredith’s door to hangout and catch up about everything going on in their lives. “Stranger things have happened.” She muttered quietly to herself as she waited on the porch. She certainly didn’t show up empty handed though, that was something instilled in her by her mother. While she would refrain, she knew it was Mer’s favorite. So, grasped in her free hand was a good bottle of tequila.

[mcdceamy]

The walk from the car to the front door felt long. He felt like every step took him further away rather than closer. He glanced over his shoulder at the men who stood next to their cars, their hands clasped before them as they stood stoic, not moving. He turned back and headed closer to the door. 

He had just sent Winnie and her mom off in the ambulance, the other two had left long before them. He headed over to his car and was about to climb in when he was grabbed roughly from behind. There was no one around so there was no need to cover his mouth but the shouts soon came spilling out. He turned trying to get out of their grip as he was dragged backwards and shoved. Seconds later he felt a blow to the head. He fell to his knees, his vision blurred and a high pitched ringing in his ears. His body was let go and he slumped forwards onto his hands. He felt like he was going to be sick. He swallowed thickly and was about to push himself up until his hands were roughly pulled behind him and secured with a zip tie. He was lifted to his feet and shoved into the back of a car, another blow to the head and he was out cold. 

He woke in what looked to be a warehouse. It felt cold and it was dim lighting. His hands were now free but he was certain he had been out for a few days maybe. There was a bottle of water beside the mattress he laid on, small bubbles had collected against the walls of the bottle and condensation at the neck, indicating it had been there for a while. The food looked beyond appetising. He rolled onto his back and felt his hand along his forehead. A spot near his right temple was tender and slightly raised, dried blood on the back of his head told him exactly how long had passed. He pushed himself into a seated position and groaned. 

Seconds later the door opened and he came face to face with his captors. He went to push himself from the mattress on the floor and a heavy weight on his ankle told him exactly why only one guard had come to his ‘room’. A metal shackle was around his ankle and this was connected to a metal ring on the other side of the room, giving him freedom to move around but not the ability to try to escape. He rose to his feet and reached out for the wall, holding on to keep him stable. No words were spoke but his face expressed every feeling he felt in that moment. 

Derek stopped outside the door. From what he could see through the soft glass, mostly everything seemed the same. The staircase that lead up to the next floor. He smiled a little remembering small things; being caught with Meredith completely naked on them, carrying Zola upstairs for the first time, watching Meredith come down them most mornings as he waited for her by the door to go to work. 

He wondered why she hadn’t been at the candle house, the house he had built for them. But if it had been 7 years and she thought he had died, like his rescuers had told him, then he understood full well. But he was grateful she had simply let it out and not sold it completely. The family at the candle house seemed nice, they had explained to him that they had been letting from Dr Meredith Grey for 3 years now. It took them a few moments before they recognised him, shocked to even see him standing on their porch.

Derek ran his hands down the front of his slacks, took one more look at the men behind him and then reached his hand out to the doorbell. He heard a soft commotion inside and then a young girl came running forwards before stopping short and staring at him. He was thinner, bruised from the rescue, but she still knew who he was. And gosh did he know who she was. She was taller but it was still his Zozo. He couldn’t find the energy to smile at her, still completely shocked by his first sight of her. She kept her eyes on him as she turned her head slightly, calling over her shoulder. “Mommy! Can you come here?”

Within seconds she was joined by a young blonde male and female. Both looked at him with confusion. He looked from Zola, to Bailey, to the young girl. Had Meredith remarried? Had she had a third child with someone else? His son was so grown up. He was getting almost as tall as Zola. But the young girl...she looked like a mixture of Meredith and Ellis. She was the double of her grandmother and he felt weak at the knees. His wife had moved on. Had had more children. But all of their eyes were glued on him, the girl’s hand was wrapped tightly around Zola’s hand and her eyes glanced at her as if she was asking a silent question to which Zola nodded to. He frowned a little. 

A movement caught his eye and he lifted his gaze from the three children to see Meredith walking towards the door, a male behind her. He swallowed thickly and he reached out for something to hold himself up but came up empty. Her name slipped from his lips, his eyes not leaving hers. 

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