Takes place after the shooting in OTH, except Brooke was shot in the stomach when Peyton was shot, though still separated. Brooke had surgery, but came out fine.

Greys Anatomy-ambigous timing- Sophia was born, Lexie is living with Mer, no shooting though.

Brooke Davis was strong. Ask anybody. She had not two but three absentee parents. But she survived. She raised herself, and until now, thought she created a nice family for herself. But that came crashing down around her. Her best friend and boyfriend got together. Naley (Nathan and Haley) were occupied with their marriage and pregnancy. Mouth was mourning his friend-Jimmy Edwards (the name sent a chill down Brooke's spine). Skillz and Rachel were doing their own thing. She was alone.

So yes, Brooke Davis was strong. But she was tired of being strong. She wanted someone to lean on. Her mother, after hearing that her daughter needed supervision, sent Brooke to her father in Seattle. So what, Brooke Davis was really Brooke Davis-Sloan. She may have forgot to tell her friends her hyphen. Not that it would matter.

Brooke heard the speaker on the airplane declare that they were landing. She sighed. Her stitches were pulling as she shifted uncomfortably. She was being shipped off to her dad who she only talked to over the phone. She was slightly excited to come, after all, she hadn't seen her Uncle Derek since she last saw her dad, when she was fourteen.

Brooke got off the plane and found her baggage (a kind couple assisting her pulling it off the conveyer belt) and Brooke made her way out of the area. She stopped when she saw an extremely muscular, attractive male holding her name (with the hyphen) on a sign.

"Hello, I'm Brooke." Brooke was off her game. She was tired. She was shot. She was in a new area.

"Oh. Hey. Well, I'm Jackson. Dr. Avery. I work with your dad. He's happy you're coming to stay with him. Everyone's excited really. Callie. Arizona. Derek. Meredith. Sophia, well if she could be she would be. Hell, even Lexie and Alex and excited to meet Sloan-spawn."

Brooke giggled, despite knowing, like, two of those names. "Well, I'm glad to provide entertainment. Where's my dad, though?"

"He's at the hospital. He said I could bring you there, or to the apartment."

Brooke thought for a moment, and figured she could get her stitches out and then see her dad, so she might as well head to Seattle Grace.

Jackson led Brooke to the entrance, but left when he was paged. Brooke headed to the surgical wing, looking for someone to help, who wouldn't tell her dad about her being shot (VIctoria would never admit her failure to keep Brooke from harm to Mark). He would be furious that she didn't call when she was in the hospital.

She walked over to a nurse and asked "Are you part of the Nurses Alliance Against Mark Sloan?" The nurse looked startled, and then laughed and nodded. Brooke continued "I'm looking for a doctor who won't tell Mark anything as a favor, I need some...medical advice."

The nurse eyed her suspiciously before calling "Dr. Karev" over. "This girl has some questions for you, Alex."

Alex eyed her, but led her to an exam room, where she sat on the exam table, pulling her hospital files out of her purse handing them wordlessly to Alex. He read through them and looked at her shocked.

Brooke said "Brooke Davis-Sloan. I was shot and need my stitches checked and potentially removed. I really don't want my dad to know, though, so if this could be kept between us, I'd appreciate it."

Alex looked torn, he was no longer close to Sloan, but Seattle Grace was a close knit community, Mark was one of their own. In the end, he figured the teenager needed to be checked and he might as well do it. So he examined her stomach and took his gloves off.

When he was finished he winced. "They need more healing. Come back in two weeks for another check. Or have your dad keep an eye on them. This must have hurt." he commented.

Brooke's eyes narrowed. "Really, because school's insane student-turned gunmen shooting you in the stomach wouldn't hurt, but then being stuck in a school, bleeding out for hours, alone in a closet wouldn't. I had no idea."

Alex put his hands up. "I'm sorry for stating the obvious. But I think that you should talk to someone about this. It was traumatic. You can't internalize all of it."

"Watch me" and with that, Brooke Davis (-Sloan) stormed out, running right into a man.

"Brooke! What are you doing in Seattle?"

"Uncle Derek! I missed you!" She gave him a tight hug.

Derek frowned. His niece felt too thin, and then Alex Karev just exited the exam room Brooke had also just exited of. "What the hell were you doing in there with my niece, Karev?" Derek said, pushing a protesting Brooke behind him.

"Derek, it's fine. He didn't do anything." Brooke appealed.

"Dr. Shepherd. I was just checking her stitches." Alex explained, ignoring Brooke's head shaking in protest.

"That'll be all Dr. Karev." Alex left, casting a sorry look at Brooke. She went to follow, but Derek caught her arm "Not so fast Brooke. I need an explanation as to how you got those stitches...and I'd like to check them myself. Do you have your medical files with you?"

Brooke began to protest, but Derek halted the protests "Brooke Davis-Sloan, either I check them now, or I hold you down as your dad checks them." Brooke re-entered the exam room and handed Derek her files. He read them and exclaimed "You were shot?"

"What the hell is going on?" Mark Sloan said from the doorway.

"Shit" Brooke sighed