Hello everyone!

So I just saw Finding Dory...twice...probably going to go a third time. I don't care it was so good!

I came up with this little prompt in my head. It's going to be short only three-four chapters long but I'm really excited about it.

Hope you all enjoy! 3

CHAPTER 1

DORY P.O.V

"Ugh quinoa? Seriously? This stuff is disgusting!"

I rolled my eyes but giggled despite myself. As frustrating as Hank's complaining can be sometimes, I still found it to be very amusing.

"If you are just going to complain, why did you come with me then Hank? You hate grocery shopping," I pointed out.

Hank chuckled. "You're right, I do. I hate the long lines, the nasty food you insist on getting and the unnecessary need for parents to let their children run around and touch everything! Am I the only person who believes that's unsanitary?"

"So you came to babysit me."

I didn't phrase it as a question because I knew that exactly that was the case. Mom and Dad probably asked Hank to.

"Dory..."

"No, don't Dory me! I am perfectly capable of handling tasks like grocery shopping on my own. I write lists down so I won't forget! I'm not stupid Hank! Look, I have it right...where did it go?"

Hank held up a piece of paper. "You gave it to me when we came in."

I stared at the list in Hank's hand for awhile, not saying anything. How could I forget that I gave the list to him? Tears started to well up in my eyes but I fought them.

Hank pulled me into a rare hug. "Look kid, yes, you're parents asked me to come with you today but not to babysit you. They just get a little nervous. Hell, I get a little nervous when you go out on your own but it's not that we don't trust you to handle it on your own. We know you can. We just worry because we care about you."

"Oh," I muttered.

"Besides," Hank pulled me away to look at me, "I just like spending time with you. Even if you like taking me to places that I hate or buying nasty quinoa."

I started to laugh. "Marlin says it's good for you. Or at least, I think he said that."

"Really? Well, Marlin also said that potato chips are good for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah! He says it gets you carbohydrates!"

"Well then lets go get some! Hank, add those to the list!"

I grabbed Hank's prosthetic hand and dragged him to the junk good isle. Funny, using the word junk makes it sound like its not good for you.

As we just turned into the isle, two small voices called out from behind us.

"Hank! Dory!"

"Little Blue!"

I turned around to see Nemo and Squirt waving ecstatically as they ran towards me.

"Squirt! Nemo!" I called out.

They ran into my open arms into a giant group hug. Hank scoffed.

"Yo Little Blue!"

I looked up to see Crush, Squirt's dad, not too far away.

"Hey Crush! You're hair has gotten longer...or at least I think it has." I said.

Crush laughed as he brushed his long locks out of his face. "You are correct Little Blue. And you're hair is still...blue."

I giggled, tucking a strand behind my ear. "Yeah, but I've been thinking about dying it to something more natural. I am getting older and my parents say that something more mature may be better suited for me."

"Oh don't do that Little Blue! What am I going to call you then?" Crush asked.

"Yeah Dory don't change it! Dad loves your hair! We were talking about it the other day!" Nemo said.

"Marlin said that?"

"Yeah I asked him if I could dye my hair blue and he said no. When I pointed out that you had blue hair he said that you were an adult and that it suits you."

I started blushing furiously. I didn't know he liked my hair.

"Little Blue, why are you blushing?" Squirt asked.

"Oh-no, no reason!" I stammered.

Hank started to snicker. I turned to give him my best glare but he only smirked more under his mustache.

"So um, where is your dad Nemo?" I asked, hoping to change the subject.

Nemo looked down sadly.

"Nemo?" I bent down to talk to him.

"Dory, I feel guilty." He said.

"Why's that?"

"Today is the anniversary of my mom's death so we were going to go out to visit her. But Crush and Squirt stopped by the house and I hardly ever see them, so I really wanted to go be with them. Dad said it was fine and that we can go tomorrow but I feel very bad. I told him that too but he said not to feel bad." Nemo said.

"Oh Nemo, you have nothing to feel bad about," I said, giving him a hug.

"But Dad..."

"If you're Dad said to not feel bad, then he's telling you the truth Nemo. Besides sweetie, I'm sure you're Mom would be happy that you are out enjoying your life with your friends." I said smiling.

Nemo gave me a huge hug. "Thanks Dory."

"We were just picking up some snacks to go to the movies. Would you guys like to join us?" Crush asked.

"Thanks but I have to finish my grocery shopping. Have fun at the movies!" I said.

After giving more hugs and good byes, Hank and I finished grocery shopping. However, I was not speaking too much.

"Dory, you okay? You haven't spoken much since seeing Nemo." Hank asked.

"I'm fine, I'm just focused on what Nemo said." I answered.

Marlin had told me what happened to his wife Coral once. I don't remember all the details except for that Coral was attacked while she was pregnant with twins. The one baby and Coral did not survive. Nemo did but his left leg didn't develop properly.

I also remember that Marlin made sure to go visit his wife's grave at every anniversary but that Nemo always went with him.

I gasped. "Hank, Marlin is alone today!"

"Dory, I'm sure he is fine. He told Nemo he would be."

"But he may not be! He needs something to at least cheer him up," I said.

Suddenly, an idea popped in my head and I took off running for the isles again. I reached for the baking isle and started grabbing ingredients.

Hank ran up with the stroller. "Dory what are you doing?"

"I'm going to make Marlin a cake."

"A cake?"

"Yes! A chocolate coffee cake! It's his favorite!"

"Dory, I don't know if making him a cake is very appropriate for today. They are usually for happy occasions and today isn't exactly a birthday." Hank said.

I stopped throwing ingredients in to look at Hank. "I know it's not exactly conventional but I can't bear the thought of Marlin being upset. I just want to cheer him up at least with something delicious that will remind him of something good on the anniversary of one of the worst days in his life."

Hank sighed and rubbed his mustache. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "Coffee is in isle 2."