Disclaimer: I don't own anything apart from Tasmin Shepherd obviously.

"Remember me Tasmin, please remember me" A handsome man of possibly 40 years of age, stares into her eyes, almost with desperation. "Please."

She looks back at him, her deep blue eyes connecting with his, she would never forget him not even with her injuries but she cannot speak, she does not want to speak. It just became one too many. Tasmin lay in her hospital bed. Injuries which would make the weak look away the extent telling a story of survival, betrayal, strength and evil.

"Tasmin Shepherd, 39 female, injuries sustained from an attack keeping close observations due to head trauma, cleared of internal bleeding, 52 stitches of her right wrist and 7 on her face. Dislocated jaw, fractured eye socket and broken left arm." A young burley intern presented the case which disheartened Tasmin she did not want the attention or too be presented so clinical.

"Has she said anything Mark?" the question comes from a resident standing behind what appears to be her interns, her brown hair swept behind her ears and concern slapped on her face. The Man whom pleaded with Tasmin before just shakes his head and walks out of the room. The young resident follows.

"Lexie, I don't like this not one bit, I just want to cry... to cry TO CRY GODDAMIT"

"It's Okay to cry Mark" the resident walks over to Mark to hold him in her arms, he steps back. "Hey" she places her palm on his cheek and she feels the warmth of his body and wipes the tear away that has escaped "it's ok to cry" she reassures him.

Mark pulls her hand away "NO IT'S NOT! She doesn't get to cry then I don't get to cry"

In a bedroom, on a cold winter NYC night, the twins were sleeping, one bed on either side of the room. The door swings open and a light is switched on startling the two children, in the door way stands a strong presence of a woman, their Mother. Beside her a small boy with red puffy eyes and rings beneath them, the woman leads him into the room with a sleeping bag in one hand and the boys small wrist in the other, she then pulls a mattress from under one of the beds, drops the sleeping bag on the mattress then proceeds to leave the room switching the light back off as she drifts past.

"Hope you don't mind" the small intruder sniffs still standing at the foot of the mattress. The children in each of the beds stir, one boy, one girl. The boy walks towards the mattress with no hesitation in the dark and throws it against the wall the girl slides between her bed and the wall proceeds to push until her bed and her brother's bed kiss. Altogether the three children climb into bed side by side with no words spoken they fall to sleep, for the small intruder it was the best sleep he had had in months.

"I AM GOING TO KILL THE FUCKING BASTARD!"

"Derek please, please calm down" A small thin blonde women begs her husband, standing in front with her eyes glued to his face. The anger and the commitment to what he was screaming was clear in his deep blue eyes.

"THAT IS MY SISTER MERIDETH MY BLOOD, MY BESTFRIEND, AND LOOK AT HER, LOOK AT HER FACE... look at the hurt on her face... I can barely recognise her... I can barely rec..." tears start to swell in his eyes "She is my sister, can you imagine Lexie in that bed looking like... like that"

"Derek, Tasmin is my sister too, it hurts me too. She is a fighter Derek and she doesn't need her brother to end up behind bars, she got him Derek... she fought and she really screwed the guy over... just be there for her."

Derek walks over to his sister's room staring past the blinds in at the woman lying in the bed. Her heads rolls to the side and catches Derek's eyes, their eyes identical both deep blue and both staring with pity. He felt sorry for her and she felt sorry for him. Derek hesitates, hovers at the door and with no courage, no real feeling he opens the door, steps in and shuts the door. He needed courage to face her, to hold her hand and to hold her like when they were little. Derek knew what he was supposed to do, what he wanted to do but he felt guilty.

It had been 4 years since the twins had talked before Tasmin came to Seattle 3 weeks ago and in those four years Derek had been divorced, dating, married, he nearly stepped away from his career, he had become chief of surgery and stepped down from chief of surgery and he had been shot. Derek never spoke to his sister about any of this, he never told Meredith one of his sister's was his twin and he never showed up for Tasmin when her husband died. The guilt of the last four years of neglect hit him as hard as a train when he stepped into that room. So he just stood at the door gazing at his sister with his dreamy eyes. And cried.

"Derek." Tasmin croaked, "Look at how fucking messed up I am, I just want to slam that bastards head into... into... something"

Derek had no idea how she spoke, where she pulled the strength from to do so was beyond him. He opened his mouth to speak but words failed him. He walked over grabbed her hand ever so softly and laid next to her, pulling her into his chest. When she spoke he knew how to be her brother again.

"I have seen the bastard Tasmin, and to be honest you did slam his head into something... real hard, you fought T, you fought real hard and to be honest I think you won" he gave her his dreamy smile.

"Must be all that fighting we did, you trained me well D. Not so much that Mark fella he was a push over" She had noticed the tall handsome man hovering in her doorway, concern and hurt destroying his charming face. She was letting him know she was ok; this was something she could deal with.

Mark was so relieved at the sound of her voice, it made everything seem kind of ok, and like it was something they could move past. He stepped into the room and joined them both on the bed only being able to sit at the foot of the bed but none the less letting Tasmin know they cared. Her brothers were there for her.

Short Chapters are the way to go