Life and a Future
This fiction is in Izzy Stevens' POV. She's probably my favorite character on Grey's Anatomy (besides Miranda Bailey and George O'Malley), and I think I understand her. This can be considered a companion fic to my previous GA fic, "My Name is Andrea," because Izzy is talking about the little girl. Enjoy!
My name is Isabelle Stevens, but my friends call me Izzy and my patients call me Doctor Stevens. I am a surgeon-in-training at Seattle Grace Hospital. I was raised in a trailer park in Centralia, a few hours south of Seattle. When I was sixteen, I got pregnant and chose to give the baby up for adoption. I could give her life, but I couldn't provide her or myself the future that we should have.
I finished high school, went to college and then went to medical school. Then, for my internship, I was sent to Seattle Grace Hospital, which has one of the best surgical programs in the United States. I felt really lucky and ended up with a whole bunch of friends. But I didn't tell them I'd had a baby and given her up for adoption.
My little, meanwhile, was adopted by a very wonderful couple that made sure she was happy, loved and well cared for. And then… Andrea got cancer. It wasn't her parents' fault; it just happened. How do I know that she got cancer? Her parents brought her to Seattle Grace because it was her best chance. And then they found out I was here and asked me to give Andrea bone marrow if I matched. And thank God I did.
Andrea is a wonderful little girl. Initially, she didn't want to talk to me. But a few days after her transplant, she asked if she could talk to me. "Hello, Dr. Stevens," she said when I said hi. So I asked her to call me Izzy. I can't ask her to call me Mom because the fact is, as much as it might hurt, I really can't say I'm her mom. I gave her life and a future, but I haven't been there. I wasn't there when she raised her head the first time… the first time she rolled over onto her tummy… the first time she laughed… the first time she rode a bike… I can't expect her to call me Mom. If she ever wants to call me something other than Izzy, that's her choice, but I can't force her.
We talked forever about what she wanted to do, and it turns out she might want to be a doctor. She said that when she has hair, it's like mine. She also admitted to eating a tub of butter one time and figuring since no one was around, the calories didn't count! I laugh at that now, because I admitted to my friends that I did that. We're a lot alike, Andrea and me.
I gave Andrea life and a future. I'm just glad I might be part of that future.
The End
A/N: I am an adoptee, and should I ever meet those who gave me life and a future, I hope we can be friends.