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oncetherewasaway	Dec 27 2007, 12:06 PM
McEditor Posts: 1,625 Group: .Grey Girls. Member #23 Joined: October 25, 2006	Disclaimer: Fanfics rock. They really do. Because we haven't really gotten what we want Mer/Der wise since Season 1 so fanfics are amazing to turn to. If we owned the show, which we would fully support fanfics, we'd hope to god people wouldn't have to turn to them. Well unless they're a Gizzie fan...as we don't do that shit. Daughter. Daughter. Daughter. The word had been playing on repeat in her head for the past two days. Derek had a daughter. The man she had been nearly willing to date had an entirely adorable five year old daughter that had his eyes and his hair and from all she could see, his personality. She was adorable. Derek's daughter was adorable. And made everything far too hard to think about. She had been trying to think about other things. About work. About her friends. Her mom. Anyone but Derek and his daughter. Daughter. The daughter without a mother. A daughter. She couldn’t wrap her mind around that. Derek was a dad. She didn’t know why it surprised her so much. She had seen him with kid patients before, he was good with them. But he was a dad. He had never said anything, he had never even given any sign. Well besides the mysterious phone calls, it explained why the man was on the phone all the time. And why he always seemed to have to get somewhere right after work and the lack of being able to sleep at each other's houses. It actually explained a lot when she put it in context, but really, there had been no hints. He had never mentioned her. Not once. He had never actually hinted that he had a five year old daughter in day care. And then suddenly he had a daughter. And he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her because he wanted to be serious with her. Which...that blew her mind. She had no idea how to take care of a kid. No idea how to be a mom. No idea how to be serious with a dad. And Hannah was obviously Derek's number one, which she should be, but it mean she deserved a lot more than someone who had no idea how to be a mother. And it meant Derek did too. This wasn't even fair to Derek. It wasn't fair that she couldn't give Derek what he wanted because he had a daughter. She knew it wasn't fair but she couldn't do it. She had no idea how to do it. “Meredith?” Susan put a glass of wine in front of her. “Are you all right?” "Oh...umm...fine," Meredith nodded quickly. "Just...long week. It's been a really long week." “Do you need to talk about it?” Susan asked as Lexie sat down next to Meredith, a concerned look on her face. "No, there's no...I have...no..." Meredith shook her head. "Derek has a daughter." “What?” Lexie gasped. "Derek has a daughter. A five year old. A completely adorable five year old. That looks like him. And he's her world. You can tell, he's her world and she's his word and Derek has a daughter and wants to be with me." “Who exactly is Derek?” Susan frowned. "Meredith's boss," Lexie explained. "That she likes and he likes her." “And he has a daughter. A five year old. And he was going to tell me. He only tells people when he wants to get serious with them. And he wanted to tell me.” "Did you meet her?" Lexie asked. “Yes,” Meredith sighed. “Accidentally. Completely accidentally. She escaped daycare and she was looking for him and I met her in the elevator and...she’s adorable.” "What does she look like?" “Like...him. Brown curls, big blue eyes...she looks like him. Except her nose. She doesn’t have his nose. But she looks like him.” "That's like a cute festival," Lexie grinned. “Lexie,” Meredith groaned. “Not cute. Well, yeah, cute. Totally cute. And he loves her. He worships her and she worships him but...seriously...cute but not the point.” "What exactly is the point?" Molly asked. “The point is, he has a daugher,” Meredith stated firmly as she took a bite of a carrot. “A daughter. A five year old daughter. That’s the point.” "How is that the point?" Lexie frowned. “How is it not the point? He has a daughter. And he wants to be serious. And I...he wants to be serious. Which means I’d have a kid or something and I don’t...I can’t have a kid.” "It's a big step," Susan nodded. “Exactly. A big huge step,” Meredith sighed. “Huge, huge step. And he has a daughter. I was going to...but it doesn’t matter. Because he has a five year old. And I don’t do kids. I don’t even want kids.” "You don't want kids?" Lexie frowned. “Not really. No.” "But you adore Laura," Molly pointed out. “She’s a baby,” Meredith countered. “I hold her for ten minutes and then give her back to you.” "Are you planning on having nothing to do with her when she gets older?" Molly asked. “Well...no,” Meredith sighed. “But you’re her mom. She has a mom. I’m just her crazy aunt.” "And you would just be Derek's girlfriend," Lexie pointed out. “No, I definitely would be more than that. I think I really would.” "That's not neccesarily a bad thing," Lexie shrugged. “Yeah, yeah it’s definitely a bad thing,” Meredith shook her head. “I’m...I can’t be a mom. I can’t take of a kid.” "You don't actually know that," Lexie sighed. “Where is her mother?” Susan asked. "She's gone," Meredith murmured. "She didn't want...there basically is no mother. She just...left. She left when Hannah was born and it's been her and Derek ever since." “Oh,” Molly sighed, looking down awkwardly. It was still a weird point between them. Even years later, it was still a weird point that their father had left Meredith. And any mentions of it always made meals go awkward. "She's never been in Hannah's life?" Lexie asked gently. “No, never,” Meredith whispered. “At least, I don’t think so.” "And he wants to be with you?" Lexie breathed. “He wants to be with me,” Meredith groaned. “Which means...it means things. Things I can’t do. Things...I can’t. I don’t know how and she’s...she wants a mom and I can’t be a mom.” "It's understandable that you're afraid," Susan nodded. “Thank you,” Meredith sighed. "But..." Susan sighed. "Letting someone new into your children's lives that young is a big deal. It's not even easy to think about. I don't know how well you know each other, but if he's willing to take that step, his feelings probably run deep." “But they can’t,” Meredith shook her head. “We’ve just been...friends. Or something. And it’s big. It’s big for him and it’s big for me and it’s big for his five year old daughter. Daughter. I can’t do that. I can’t just walk in and try to be a mom. I don’t know how to be a mom. So it’s just...we ended it. I ended it.” "How did he take it?" Lexie asked. “I...he was...he said he’d keep fighting,” Meredith sighed. “He doesn’t know the meaning of the word no.” "He wouldn't keep fighting if he thought for a second you'd be bad for his daughter," Molly pointed out. “He doesn’t know...things.” "He doesn't need to know things to know he feels comfortable with you around his daughter." “If he knew things,” Meredith stated, “if he knew about my mom and Thatcher...but mostly about my mom...he doesn’t know things.” "You could always tell him," Lexie shrugged. "Let him makes up his own mind." “It doesn’t matter, Lexie,” Meredith shook her head. “I can’t. I can’t do this. I can’t be a mom to her. And she needs a mom. She’s probably dark and twisty and she...she needs a mom. And Derek deserves someone who can do that.” "So this is how you and Derek end?" Lexie frowned. “Yes, no. We weren’t...we’ve never been anything.” "That's just sad, you really liked him." “Yeah, I...I did,” Meredith murmured. "And you're just throwing that away because he has a daughter?" Molly asked. “I’m not throwing it away,” Meredith shook her head. “He deserves someone who can do this. Who isn’t afraid to give him more. And she deserves that too.” "Meredith, what the man deserves is whatever he wants," Susan said gently. "And I entirely understand why you're nervous to become involved, I do. But if you really like him, don't let this ruin it for you." “I’m not going to screw up a kid because I like her dad.” "Don't be ridiculous," Susan groaned. "You aren't going to screw her up." “I could. I probably would. She’s...I mean she’s already mom-less. And not having a parent...it screws with you and I don’t...I don’t want it to get worse. And I could. It’s not like I’ve had the best example of how a mom is supposed to be.” "You don't actually have any idea of what kind of mom you would be," Lexie pointed out. "Your mom was crap...but you're not her." “She’s all I had,” Meredith sighed. "It doesn't mean you're going to be her," Lexie argued. "From what you've said...you're nothing like her." “I’m dark and twisty. That screws up a kid enough,” Meredith stated. “And maybe I’m not like my mom, I don’t know. Either way, I can’t be a mom to a five year old. I can’t.” "Why not?" Lexie frowned. “Because Lexie...I can’t. I don’t know how to be a mom. She deserves that. And Derek right now...he doesn’t know. I’ve already said all of this.” "Lexie, let it drop," Susan nodded. "Becoming a mother is hard enough, becoming a mother of a five year old is even harder. If Meredith doesn't feel ready for it that is her right." “Thank you, Susan,” Meredith smiled slightly. "It doesn't mean I approve Meredith," Susan shook her head. "Don't write the poor man off because he has a child." “He’s also my boss,” Meredith said lamely, ignoring the voice in her head that sounded like Derek telling her that didn’t matter anymore. "I'm pretty sure that is completely beside the point," Lexie laughed. “He’s my boss with a kid.” "Does the fact he's your boss make it against the rules?" Susan asked. “Yes,” Meredith nodded firmly. “Very against the rules. Wrong. Completely wrong.” "It's not against the rules," Lexie sighed. “Yeah it is, Lexie.” "And that didn't bother you before with all the meetings in on call room and offices and supply closets." “Lexie!” Meredith gasped, choking on her wine. "Mer, I just want you to be happy," Lexie sighed. “I know,” Meredith nodded. “But seriously...Susan...fake mommy...right here.” "Oh she's fine with it," Lexie shrugged. “Well...whatever,” Meredith sighed. “Boss. Boss with a kid. And now this conversation is done.” "For now," Lexie nodded. “Forever. Done conversation. Derek and I...done. Over. That’s it.” "Sure it is," Lexie nodded. “It is.” "Okay." “Okay,” Meredith nodded. “So how’s Laura?” "Laura is good," Molly laughed. "I put her down right before you got here." “Good, that’s good. Sleeping babies are good.” "They are," Molly nodded. "When she wakes up you can go check on her." “Yeah,” Meredith sighed staring into her wine glass as Susan started talking about Laura smiling. Daughter. The word didn’t stop in her head. Derek had a daughter. He had a daughter and he liked her a lot. And he wasn’t going to stop chasing. But he had a daughter, a daughter without a mother, and she missed him. She missed him, but she couldn’t be with him. She had no idea how to be with him and Hannah. For every piece of me that wants you Another piece backs away. Disclaimer: If we owned Grey's Anatomy the season would be uber long because we love writing this stuff so much we'd be spewing out new episodes left right and center. Instead of 25 it would be like....50. Derek smiled as he felt Hannah’s arms tighten around his neck. It was ten thirty at night, and she had spent the last two hours curled up in a ball in his office, sleeping as he finished up paperwork. He hadn’t meant to stay that late, he hated staying this late when she was at the hospital. “Daddy?” she suddenly murmured into his neck. "Yeah, Han?" he whispered. “I was real good. Can I have ice cream?” "You were real good," he nodded. "But it's a little too late to have ice cream tonight. How about we do it tomorrow after school?" “Promise?” she asked, yawning slightly as she pulled back to look at him. "Promise," he smiled. “No being doctor instead of daddy?” "No being a doctor instead of a daddy," he shook his head. "I'm done right before you're done school." “Okay,” she sighed as he carried her into the elevator. “I got ballet tomorrow, Daddy.” "You do," he nodded. “Are you gonna watch me?” "I am," Derek smiled widely. “Good,” she grinned. “I’m the bestest, Daddy. Even my teacher said so.” "The teacher said that?" “Yep.” "Wow." “I know,” she smiled, wiggling in his arms. “Put me down. I wanna press the button.” "Of course," he nodded, putting her down on the ground. “G, right?” "G." “Okay,” she smiled, pressing the button. “Daddy, are you gonna dress up for Hallween?” "Do you want me to dress up?" “Yeah,” she nodded. “You and Uncle Monkey.” "Can I dress up as a surgeon?" “No, Daddy,” she giggled. “You dress up as a surgeon all the time!” "I tried," he laughed. "I will figure something out." “Uncle Monkey too?” "You'll have to ask him," Derek laughed. “Uncle Monkey can be a monkey,” she giggled again, reaching up to grasp his hand. "Uncle Monkey is always a monkey." “But he needs a cosume.” "He does," Derek nodded. "We'll figure that out this weekend." “Okay,” she nodded. “We’re gonna have a party at school, Daddy. A Hallween party. I gotta bring something.” "When is the party?" “Um...October twenty-five.” "Okay," Derek nodded. "We'll figure that out too." “Emily’s gonna bring cupcakes,” she reported. “Chocolate cupcakes with orange spwinkles.” "That sounds yummy," Derek grinned. “Very yummy,” she smiled as the doors opened. “And Jeffrey’s bringing chips. And Sean’s bringing somethin to drink. And Amanda’s bringing mashmellows.” "We'll figure something out, honey." “Can I bring cookies with pumpkins on them?” "That's a good idea," Derek nodded. “And I gotta dress up cause we’re gonna have a parade.” "Wow," Derek grinned. "You still want to be a ballerina princess?" “Course I do, Daddy.” "Oh of course," Derek laughed. “What else would I be?” she asked, pulling him towards the doors. "I don't know. Sorry I asked." “Silly Daddy.” "I know," Derek laughed. "Too much paperwork." “Why do you gotta do paperwork, Daddy? You’re a doctor. You gotta do hemistomies.” "I do," he nodded. "But when you do hemispherectomies you have to do a whole bunch of paperwork too." “Why?” "It's part of the job." “But you’re a doctor.” "I am," Derek grinned. "But I have to do paperwork too." “But...Mereith!” Hannah suddenly exclaimed, letting go of Derek’s hand. “Mereith!” Derek looked up to see Meredith standing frozen in front of them as Hannah ran toward her. He hadn't actually talked to Meredith since he had told her about Hannah. Not because he was giving up, he was just giving her space. Space to really process everything so he hadn't talked to her at all. "Oh...hi Hannah," Meredith said awkwardly. “Hi, Mereith!” Hannah grinned, throwing her arms around Meredith’s waist. “I haven’t seened you in forever!” "Oh umm...it's been...a week," Meredith murmured, letting a hand fall onto Hannah's back. “A week is a real long time,” Hannah nodded. “Daddy said a week is seven sleeps. That’s a lot of sleeps. That means I went to sleep seven times. How come you didn’t come visit me, Mereith? I don’t got a dollhouse yet cause Daddy said not yet, I gotta wait for Santa. But I got lots of other toys. I got tea party and lots of ballet stuff and dolls and fishing stuff and cards.” "Oh...wow," Meredith nodded. "And I...I've been busy. Work keeps me busy." “Cause you’re a doctor,” Hannah nodded. “Like my daddy and Uncle Monkey and Aunt Kat and Aunt Nancy...Uncle Monkey calls Aunt Nancy Nancy-pants and it makes her real mad and it’s funny. Uncle Monkey’s crazy though, Daddy says. Do you do hemistomies, Mereith? Or rhinopasties?” "I do....I'm an intern so umm everything," Meredith shrugged. “Everything?” Hannah’s eyes went wide as she turned to Derek. “Wow, Daddy. Mereith does everything. That means she’s real good, right?” "It means she's an intern," Derek smiled. "Remember I told you about them? They get to try a little bit of everything." “Oh,” Hannah nodded and then turned back to Meredith. “My daddy does hemistomies and Uncle Monkey does rhinopasties. Rhinopasties fixes noses and hemistomies fixes brains when they’re broken. Did you know a brain could get broken? I didn’t know that, Mereith. But my daddy fixes brains with hemistomies. He’s the bestest. But he’s gotta do paperwork too.” "He does," Meredith nodded, smiling slightly. “That’s why I’m not sleeping yet. I was sleeping in Daddy’s office but then he woke me up and I got to press the button. Mereith, do you gotta work tomorrow?” "I do have to work tomorrow," Meredith nodded. “At night time?” "Oh umm...no," Meredith shook her head. “Me and Daddy and Uncle Monkey are gonna get ice cream,” Hannah nodded. “And now you too!” "I'm what?" Meredith asked. “Gonna get ice cream.” "Hannah..." Derek sighed. "You don't have to, Mer. She's just...you don't have to." “It’s gonna be fun,” Hannah smiled at Meredith. “I get chocolate and vanilla with chocolate spwinkles. Do you like ice cream, Mereith?” "I...yeah, I like ice cream," Meredith murmured. "But umm..." “What kind do you like?” "Strawberry," Meredith nodded. “I like strawberry too,” Hannah grinned. “Daddy likes coffee. But coffee’s real gross.” "Yeah...coffee is gross," Meredith nodded. “Are you gonna come, Mereith? Daddy, can Mereith come?” "She can come if she wants," Derek nodded. "But she...if she's busy and doesn't want to come, that's okay. She doesn't have to." “Course she wants to come,” Hannah giggled. “Don’t you, Mereith? You wanna come eat ice cream with me and Daddy and Uncle Monkey cause you’re my friend, right?” "Oh...umm...okay, sure," Meredith nodded. “Really?” Hannah’s grin widened. "Yeah," Meredith giggled nervously. “Yay!” Hannah grinned, hugging her around the waist again. "Oh umm...yeah," Meredith nodded, putting her hand on Hannah's back again. “Told you she wanted to come, Daddy,” Hannah giggled. "You did," Derek nodded. “It’s gonna be real nice, Mereith. Daddy will buy you ice cream.” "Oh umm...okay," Meredith nodded. “Do you like spwinkles? I like spwinkles.” "Sprinkles are good," Meredith smiled. “They’re the bestest,” Hannah nodded. “I like my ice cream in a cup cause Daddy says I’ll get all messy in a cone but Daddy gets his in a cone and Uncle Monkey gets sundaes in a bowl.” "Oh...that's...interesting," Meredith nodded. “And then Uncle Monkey gives me his cherry cause he doesn’t like cherries but I do so he gives it to me. Do you like cherries, Mereith? Cause I’ll eat your cherry if you don’t want it. I eat Daddy’s sometimes too. But Daddy never gets cherries or whipped cream or anything cause he says it’s a lot of sugar and sugar is bad. Do you think sugar is bad?” "Sugar is yummy," Meredith grinned and then her eyes widened. "I mean...it's yummy but your Daddy...right, he's right. Lot of sugar is bad. It's...sugar is bad. Unless it's a special treat but lots of sugar is bad." “But it’s yummy,” Hannah giggled, turning to Derek. “Mereith thinks sugar is yummy, Daddy.” "She would," Derek laughed. "And I never said sugar wasn't yummy." “But you don’t eat sugar, Daddy,” Hannah said, yawning slightly. "I eat some sugar," he sighed. "And you need sleep." “I’m not sleepy, Daddy. I’m wide ‘wake now.” "And the yawning was just for fun?" “Yep.” "Oh I see," he nodded. "But tomorrow you have school, ice cream and ballet. You need some sleep." “I do have ballet!” Hannah grinned, turning back to Meredith. “Mereith, wanna come watch me ballet tomorrow?” "Oh ummm..." Meredith murmured. “The teacher says I’m...I’m the bestest,” she yawned widely. "And you are," Derek nodded. "But Meredith doesn't get a lot of time off work so how about we just stick to ice cream tomorrow and she can come see you some other time?" “I guess,” Hannah nodded. “Promise you’ll come see me, Mereith?” "When I get the chance," Meredith nodded. “That’s good,” Hannah nodded, leaning back against Derek’s legs. "Definitely tired," Derek sighed, picking her up. "Mer...come to the car with me so we can talk?" “Oh...um...okay,” Meredith sighed, following closely behind him. "Say bye to Meredith, Hannah," Derek sighed, as he pulled open the back door of the car. “Bye, Mereith,” Hannah murmured, her eyes already closing as Derek put her in the car. "Bye Hannah," Meredith responded quietly. “See tomorrow,” Hannah nodded. Derek gave her quick kiss on the forehead before closing the door, turning to look at Meredith. "Are you okay?" he asked. “I’m fine,” she nodded. “How are you?” "I'm good," he nodded. "You...are you sure you want to come tomorrow?" “No,” she admitted quietly. “But she...she asked and I said yes so I’m coming.” "You didn't have to say yes," Derek shrugged. “She’s kind of hard to say no to.” "She is. I'm glad you're coming." “Derek...it’s not...I mean...we’re still...” "I know," he said quietly. "It's ice cream with Hannah and Mark, I know it's nothing." “Good,” she whispered. "So...tomorrow," he sighed. “Tomorrow,” she nodded. "Yeah," he nodded. “Yeah,” she murmured, looking down at her feet. "So...umm...I should go," he breathed. "Hannah needs her bed." “Yeah, she um...she looks tired. And sleep is good. Really good. Especially since she has ballet and school and ice cream tomorrow. So sleep is good. Really good,” Meredith sighed. “I’m rambling.” "You are," he grinned. “Sorry,” she smiled slightly. "Sorry?" “For rambling.” "I like the rambling." “I know you do.” "So don't say sorry." “Fine, I won’t say sorry for rambling,” she rolled her eyes. "And now you're rolling your eyes at me," he laughed. “You complain too much.” "Yeah yeah," he smiled. “Seriously,” she sighed, taking a small step towards him. “You just...no complaining. Complaining is not attractive.” "Hmmm..." he nodded, leaning into her slightly. "What if I complain about missing you?" “Der...” she breathed, her hands moving up to his chest. "Mer..." he whispered, dipping his head down so his lips were inches from her. “Hannah needs her bed,” she murmured against his lips. "She can wait a few minutes," he breathed. “We can’t.” "Okay," he sighed, pulling his head back from her, but moving his hand to gently cup her cheek. "Okay." “I’m sorry,” she murmured, leaning into his touch slightly. “I can’t.” "I know," he nodded. "I get it." “Okay,” she nodded, pulling away and digging in her purse for her car keys. "What time are you done tomorrow?" “Six.” "Hannah has ballet till eight. We can pick you up after or you can meet us there." “Oh um...I’ll meet you.” "Okay," he nodded. "I'll let you know details tomorrow at work." “Okay,” she nodded quickly, turning towards her car. “ Der?” "Yeah?" “I um...” she looked down at her shoes again. “I...good night.” "Good night, Mer," he nodded. She nodded and got in her car, backing out quickly as he moved around to the driver’s side of his own car. Hannah slept soundly in the back seat, her stuffed monkey clutched tightly in her hands. He sat for a moment, not starting the car as he just sat, trying to ignore the steady ache in his chest. He missed her. And he was sure she missed him. He was pretty sure she had even nearly said it to him. And he couldn't but wonder if she was feeling the ache too. It didn't make sense. He understood why she needed to space to breathe and think and adjust to everything. He had been avoiding her, giving her time to come to terms. It was okay. He still planned on chasing her. But he hadn't expected to miss her this much. She was his intern. She was the girl he had flirted with at the mixer. She was the girl he had been having sex with. He shouldn’t be missing her this much. He shouldn’t be feeling an uncontainable need to hold her, to kiss her. He understood though. He understood she needed time to process this. He just didn’t understand why she was so against them. She had to come around. He knew Hannah was a big deal, he knew that his daughter was definitely a big deal when it came to starting a relationship. He knew that. And from the little things Meredith had said, he knew something bigger was going down. But she had to figure out that this wasn't that bad, that she could deal with having Hannah around. That they could work. He sighed as he started the car, backing out of the parking lot slowly. She would figure it out. She was going out for ice cream with them tomorrow, and she would be able to see that this could work out. Even if it wasn’t a date, even if it was just casual ice cream with his daughter and best friend, she might be able to see that this could work out. At least, he hoped she would. Because I miss you And this is all I wanna say I guess I miss you, beautiful These three words have said it all Disclaimer: With all the recent upset with the actual owners of the show recently, we feel this is a time to remind you that if we owned it Paddy would be at least half naked once an episode. Because he's yummy. Not that's naked in this update...that would be inappropriate. This was a bad idea, a really bad idea. She had been avoiding him for the past week and it was somehow working out for her. He hadn't been harassing her, he hadn't been following her, things had been good. Well no, things had been crap. Because she kept seeing him all over the place and she missed him. She missed him more than she should. But it had definitely been working for her. And then in a moment of complete weakness, she had said yes to a pair of crystal blue eyes. Not his eyes, a five year old’s crystal blue eyes. Hannah had thrown her arms around her waist and she hadn’t been able to say no. Which was ridiculous. Hannah was five. She should be able to say no to a five year old. Except, well, she was willing to bet Cristina couldn’t even say no to Hannah. How would anyone say no to a five year old little girl who called her a friend? Not that Meredith wanted to be Hannah's friend. She just, Hannah had looked at her and she knew if she had said no there would be have been tears. And she couldn't make her cry. She couldn't do it. So ice cream seemed like it was her only option. Plus she'd get some Derek time. Not that she wanted that. She didn’t need Derek time. She defintiely didn’t need Derek time. The avoiding him thing...okay, it sucked. But it was better than being around him and wanting to kiss him and have sex with him. She definitely couldn’t have sex with him again. He had a daughter. An entirely cute daughter who had invited her to ice cream. This was about Hannah. Not Derek. Derek did not matter in this. "Meredith!" Derek called as she walked into the restaurant. “Hi,” she smiled slightly at him as she made her way to their table where Hannah was sitting, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, a jacket covering her leotard and tutu. "Grey," Mark greeted. “Mereith!” Hannah grinned, jumping up in her chair. “Hi!” "Hi Hannah," Meredith grinned, slipping into the only chair left, beside Mark. “Do you like my tutu?” Hannah asked as Derek pulled her to sit back down. "It's very pretty," Meredith nodded. “I was the very bestest today,” Hannah nodded. “Wasn’t I, Daddy?” "You were," Derek smiled proudly. “What? You don’t ask me?” Mark frowned. "Uncle Monkey you always say I'm the bestest," Hannah giggled. “That’s because you are,” he laughed. "I know," Hannah nodded. “She’s as humble as you are, Derek,” Meredith smiled slightly. "That was mean," Derek pouted at her. "True...but mean." “What’s humble?” Hannah asked. "It means you don't talk about how good you are," Derek grinned. “Oh, okay,” Hannah nodded. “Daddy, I want strawberry like Mereith.” "You do?" Derek asked. “Which chocolate spwinkles.” "Okay," Derek nodded. "Just strawberry for you, Mer?" “Yeah,” Meredith nodded. “Just strawberry.” "Okay," Derek smiled. “I’ll get my usual, Shep,” Mark grinned widely. "Did I ask?" Derek frowned. “What? You’re not buying me ice cream?” Mark frowned. “After all I’ve done for you...” "I'll buy your ice cream," Derek groaned. “Awww, thanks, Shep,” Mark laughed. "You owe me one," Derek sighed. “You say that all the time, Daddy,” Hannah giggled. "Because he always owes me one," Derek laughed. “Yeah, yeah,” Mark smirked. "It's true," Derek shrugged. “Daddy and Uncle Monkey are funny,” Hannah laughed to Meredith. "They are," Meredith nodded, giggling softly. “Uncle Monkey being the funniest,” Mark laughed. “Shep has no sense of humor.” "I have a sense of humor," Derek groaned. “If it weren’t for me, your daughter would be...well, like you.” "And that's a bad thing?" “You kidding?” Mark laughed. “That’s why you keep buying me ice cream, man. I’m raising your daughter to be more like me.” "I hope to god she doesn't turn out like you," Derek shook his head. “She’d be lucky to be like me.” "Sure she would," Meredith giggled and then stopped herself. "Sorry...boss." “I’ll remember this tomorrow, Grey,” Mark frowned. “And I was actually going to let you scrub in.” "Wh...you were?" Meredith asked. “Well, no. But now I’m definitely not going to let you.” "She's here as Hannah's friend, you don't get to hold anything she says against her," Derek sighed. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s why she’s here,” Mark smirked as his ice cream was set in front of him. "It is," Derek nodded. "Hannah invited her, right Han?" “Yep,” Hannah nodded, dipping her spoon into her strawberry ice cream. “I ‘vited Mereith. Cause she’s my friend. Right, Mereith?” "Right," Meredith nodded. “See, Uncle Monkey,” Hannah stuck out her tongue towards Mark. "Did you just stick your tongue out at me?" Mark frowned. “Yep,” she giggled. "Too much time with your Daddy," Mark shook his head. “He’s my daddy,” Hannah nodded. “I gotta spend time with him.” "She loves spending time with me," Derek grinned. “My daddy’s the bestest,” Hannah smiled widely. "Thank you, Hannah Rose," Derek grinned, leaning over to kiss her cheek. "My daughter is the bestest too." “Thank you, Daddy Shepherd,” she giggled. "Daddy Shepherd?" he laughed. “That’s your name.” "My name is Daddy, silly." “And your last name’s Shepherd, like mine.” "It is," he nodded. “You called me two names, I gotta call you two names.” "She has a point," Meredith giggled. “Tank you, Mereith,” Hannah nodded, taking a bite of her ice cream. "No problem, Hannah," Meredith nodded. “Oh yeah, take the five year old’s side,” Derek teased. "I'm here as her friend," Meredith smiled. “My new friend,” Hannah grinned. “This is yummy.” "It is," Meredith nodded. “I can’t believe you got strawberry, Hannah Banana,” Mark sighed as he handed her his cherry. "Why Uncle Monkey?" Hannah asked, grinning as she popped the cherry in her mouth. “Because strawberry is like the loser of ice cream,” Mark smirked. “I raised you better than that.” "It's yummy!" Hannah protested. "And Mereith likes it." “It’s very yummy,” Meredith laughed, taking a bite of her ice cream. “You’re just jealous, Sloan.” "Jealous of ice cream?" Mark asked. “Jealous that we’re cooler than you,” Meredith winked at Hannah. "Oh but you're not," Mark shook his head. “We are, Uncle Monkey,” Hannah giggled. "You keep telling yourself that, kid," Mark nodded. “Everyone knows Hannah Banana is cooler than you, Sloan,” Derek grinned, quickly grapping a napkin to wipe Hannah’s chin. "Your opinion doesn't count, Shep," Mark shook his head. “You’re outnumbered, Sloan,” Meredith giggled. "Who invited an intern anyway?" Mark frowned. “I did,” Hannah chirped. "And you're not going to complain about her, are you?" Derek asked. “Uncle Monkey loves me,” Hannah smiled, shooting Mark a puppy dog look. "You're lucky," Mark sighed. “Why?” "That I love you." “I love you too, Uncle Monkey,” she nodded, reaching forward with her spoon to eat his whipped cream. "I know," Mark smirked. “I love you and Daddy,” Hannah smiled. “But I love Daddy the mostest and the bestest. You’re second bestest, Uncle Monkey.” "Well that's nice," Mark rolled his eyes. "I love coming in second." “I thought you’d be used to it by now,” Derek laughed. "I'll never get used to someone thinking you're better than me," Mark laughed. “Why? Because they’re right?” "Definitely not right," Mark shook his head. "I only let her get away with it because you're her father."


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