Don't Hate Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. :(
A/N: There will be mentions of rape soon enough. If you feel uncomfortable with that, turn back now.
Chapter 1
". . . .And then, she was like, 'I am pregnant and STILL look hotter than you do.' UHH!! I can't stand her!!" Lexie Grey had been complaining about her boyfriend's daughter for, based on Arizona's watch, the past twenty-three minutes.
" Hey, she's living with the father she just met, and you, the woman he is obviously madly in love with. She's just jealous over the place you hold in his heart, since she still hasn't found her way in there yet," Owen replied, "Just give her time to warm up to you."
Lexie, Owen, Callie and Arizona had been standing in Callie's kitchen making breakfast for six of the seven usual people in their screwed up family. It had started off well enough; Lexie and Arizona had been making French toast, while Callie and Owen had been chopping up fruit for a fruit salad. But then, twenty-three, 'Make that twenty-five' minutes ago, Lexie had started her daily muttering about how much she (still) hated her boyfriend's daughter.
"Fat chance," Lexie muttered.
She didn't say anything else on the matter because Mark and Sloane sauntered into the apartment.
"Morning ladies!" Mark said cheerily, ". .. And Owen."
"Morning," everyone replied.
"So. . . what are we eating?" Sloane asked.
"French toast and fruit salad!" Arizona replied perkily, to which Sloane rolled her eyes.
"Sloane! Don't be rude!" Mark exclaimed at his daughter's eye roll.
"What? It's too damn early for anyone to be that perky," Sloane huffed.
"It's alright. I . . ." whatever Arizona had been planning on saying was cut off by the song "Daughters' by John Mayer playing out of her phone.
The blonde surgeon rushed over to her purse and snatched up the singing object, with a dimpled smile on her face.
"Well it's about time you called me," Arizona said cheekily into the phone.
The entire group watched as Arizona chatted enthusiastically into the phone. 'I wonder who she's talking to?' Callie mused, not knowing that everyone else in the room was having the same thought.
"Wait, wait, wait!!" Arizona exclaimed, startling everyone out of their reveries, "You and Brooke are coming to stay with me? Why?"
Nothing could have prepared the group for the squeal that erupted from the blonde's mouth, causing five pairs of hands to slam over their respective ears.
"You've transferred to the University of Washington for this coming term? Why the hell didn't you tell me?" the excited surgeon asked as walked back towards the kitchen.
The phone conversation continued as Arizona sat down on one of the stools at the counter.
"No, I am not at home," The blonde woman paused as the person on the other end spoke, "Yes I am at Callie's apartment," another pause, "Yes it is number 502. Why?"
A fraction of a second later, there was a knock at the apartment door. Mark, who was the closest to the door, walked up and turned the knob and pulled open the door. The poor man was nearly bowled over as a young brunette woman flew in the door, and straight into Arizona's arms.
The group sized the newcomer up. The girl looked to be no more than twenty-one. She had very dark brown hair that fell to her shoulders in big curls. Her big blue eyes flashed in excitement as Arizona pulled back from their hug to look her up and down. Then the girl smiled, and only one thought crossed everyone's minds, 'Dimples.'
"Andie, honey. I missed you so much!" Arizona looked at the mysterious girl in amazement.
The girl, Andie, pulled Arizona back into a hug, whispering words that dumbfounded everyone else in the room, "I missed you too, Mom."
Sooo. . here is my first Grey's Anatomy story. I have had this idea floating around for awhile, and so I decided to just put it out there.
There are a couple things you should know:
1) For whoever is reading this AND "It's Crazy. . ." you should know that it broaches the same backstory. My friend went through this particular ordeal, and I am trying to raise awareness in my own way, especially since I had an attempt that I was lucky enough to walk away from unscathed. . . . mostly (but, don't worry, I asked her permission before writing either of these stories)
2) This is probably be my last story with seriously depressing undertones. . . . at least until my dark and twisty head thinks up something else. But I can assure you that this will be my last one that mentions rape in it.
3) I really hope you enjoy. And I REALLY hope you review!!