This is our first Fanfic. So be nice.
Holly and Katie are attempting to win the lotteries.
But until then they own nothing of Greys (though they wish they did).
Chapter 1
Blake's point of view:
I'm sitting in first class nervously biting my nails waiting for my plane to begin the journey from Auckland, New Zealand to Seattle, Washington to meet my father for the first time in my life.
Flashback
Sitting on the bed, in my mum's cold, white hospital room waiting for my grandparents to come back from talking to the oncologist Doctor Holt. I turn around to face mum, her face is gaunt and her head that used to be covered in a halo of beautiful blonde hair now bald. She beckons me to come closer.
"Blake my baby girl, you know I love you and I always will. Doctor Holt says I only have a couple of weeks left. The third round of chemo is more likely to kill me than save me."
"No! Mum, fight please, fight for me" I sobbed
"Darling, there's something I need to tell you" she told me
"Yeah?"
"Well you know I met your father while we were studying medicine in New York?"
"Yeah, mum you've told me, like, a gazillion times" I said impatiently
"Well I've never told you his name; Mark Sloan, he's a plastic surgeon currently living in Seattle" she said
"Mum! Why didn't you tell me this before?" I demanded,
"I didn't want you doing something like going to find him" she said in a tired voice
"Oh Mum!"
Mum's eye's slowly drooped and suddenly all the machines around her stared beeping. The room was flooded with doctors and I was shoved against the window as the doctors worked furiously to save my mother.
That was the night my mum Annabelle Marie Cooper died, leaving me Blake Rose Cooper alone with my Church-obsessed, grief stricken grandparents.
Sitting on the plane, the flight attendant who had been assigned to me when I told the check in operator I was travelling to Seattle alone was heading towards me. Her name's Carrie and she looks like she's in her early twenties.
"Blake you seem nervous, do you want to call your mum or dad before we take off?"
"My mother died a couple of months ago," I tell her
"I'm so sorry" she says "What about your grandparents?"
"Don't worry Carrie, I'm fine"
Truth be told, my grandparents told me to leave. Apparently eating junk food continuously, not believing in "The All Mighty One", texting in the church lobby, never having read the bible, not praying and staying over at my ex-boyfriends are all grounds for getting kicked out. Luckily, three weeks after my mum's death, her will was fulfilled and all her money was transferred into my account. So my grandparents never have to think about me ever again.
Nearly twelve hours later the voice of the pilot interrupts the movie I'm watching. "We will begin our descent into Seattle in fifteen minutes." The landing is a little rough but nothing I can't handle.
Katies in hospital as this is being published. With nothing to do so please comment. All you have to do is hit that button.