Hi so here is another story and my second plunge into the Grey's Anatomy fanfiction. This story is a Riggs/Meredith endgame because even though MerDer is lore to me I did like that pairing and I think It grew on me and I was very disappointed with how that story ended. So this is my fanfic for this pairing and it of course includes an OC because I always write my stories with an OC in them.
This story does have an OC in it and point of views may vary also it will have TRIGGER WARNINGS for Eating Disorders. I want to state here and now that if that triggers anyone then this story might not be for you. And believe me I will understand.
Disclaimer-Nothing is mine just Maya.
Please Read and Review and let me know what you think.
This story should just be about 30/31 Chapters and it will consist of episodes in Season 12. 13. and 14. Because this is an AU story there will be episodes based after 14x05.
As I always say spelling and grammar are not my strongest suit so please keep that in mind as you carry on reading.
Some of the backstory is AU as well but I will try and keep it in cannon as strictly as possible. Ages including the time Owen, Megan and Riggs spent in the military is all guesswork.
Also a little quirk of mine sometimes is to have a song verse at the start of each chapter so just be aware that this will be happening at the start of each chapter.
Weight of What Was.
A Meredith/Riggs Endgame Story. Following Riggs to Seattle is his daughter, his daughter with Megan Hunt, who has a very different opinion on what transpired between her mother and her father and isn't afraid to speak her mind. For Riggs and Meredith, the hits just keep on coming. AU Season 12-14 and TRIGGER WARNINGS for Eating Disorders.
Chapter 1-The Wayfaring Stranger.
Episode's Covered. 12x06-12x07
Nathan get's a job offer and a shock. Meredith is ready to move on (even though she cannot admit it to himself) and Maya Riggs is introduced (though not to the characters that matter) Introductory Chapter.
"I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger. Travelling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness, toil nor danger. In the fair land to which I go" (Johnny Cash-Wayfaring Stranger)
Maya Elizabeth Riggs had many credits to her name but the one that she used whenever she moved to a new school and they asked her to tell her something that was interesting about her was that she had been born in Europe. She had, she had been born in Germany. Her father had been a medic in the Army and her Mother had also been in the Army and had transferred back to a base hospital in Germany while she had been pregnant.
For the majority of Maya's childhood, at least until she was seven she spent in Germany with either one parent or her uncle working at the hospital. She spoke English with an American accent due to two American parents but by the time she was seven she spoke fluent German, French and passable Arabic. It was when she was seven that her life changed forever.
That was where she generally stopped speaking. Too many complicated things happened after that.
Well actually it wasn't complicated when you thought about it.
Her Mom had just gone, missing presumed dead and the family that she had, had disappeared as if overnight. She didn't remember what had happened, not really but Maya did remember that one night her father had woken her up and what seemed like an hour later they were on a plane heading to the United States.
Since then they had lived in the United States. Her Dad still did relief work but sometimes he took her with him. Sometimes he paid a live in nanny and then when Maya had turned thirteen he had stopped going altogether. He had done some consulting work in Jordan two months ago and now he was back.
Maya had lived with one of her friends while he had been gone. The friend's mother had been a surgeon as well which made things…harder for Maya but she had managed and had coped and then the second her Dad had been back in the states she had been with him so fast her head had spun. They worked better together, he had told her that once when she had asked about her Mom and her Uncle and her Grandma that she remembered talking to on the phone.
"We work better together sunshine" he had said to her when she had crawled to him after a nightmare about her Mom and that damn helicopter.
That had been then, when she was seven. Ten years had passed since then and Maya was seventeen and not for the first time was putting away her things in her bedroom when she heard the front door open. Her Dad, had put in motion a move to Seattle nearly a month ago and Maya who had long ago learnt to ride through the packing and the unpacking and the new schools and the new hospitals with a dignified grace had been trying to find a paint scheme that worked well with the room when he had gone out to confirm his hospital privileges.
She had given up on the paint job and had gone straight for the books since then. The room was bigger than her last one and she could always paint around it. It was times like this she thought when she needed a woman's opinion. Well not a woman—her mother. Mothers would know weather or not to go with chocolate brown or pillar-box red. But as soon as she thought that she shook her head trying to eradicate the images. Maya had managed ten years without a mother she could manage without her for another ten.
The door to the apartment opened but she didn't start. Only two people had keys to the place so she wasn't worried.
The door to her room opened and her Dad popped his head in. He looked tired and more the point he looked like he had seen a ghost. Maya watched him silently. She had been good at reading people for a long time. It had given her something to do-to know when she would be able to get away with stuff, a modicum of control that when she had been fourteen she had needed. Her hand found her belly without thinking about it.
Her Dad who was better at reading people than she was noticed it instantly.
"Hey sunshine" He said stepping into the room. "Still not chosen then?"
"Nope" Maya said flatly turning back to the books. "How was Grey-Sloan Memorial? You get your privileges?"
Her Dad snorted. "And then some" he muttered but when Maya turned around to stare at him inquisitively but his face was perfectly smooth.
"I was thinking salmon for dinner if that works with you?" he asked casually. It was a wood be causal tone and Maya had to roll her eyes. She had been good…so good for a long time and she was not about to start going down a path of self-destruction now. The last time had been warning enough for her.
"Yeah" she said smiling. Her Dad nodded and then disappeared leaving Maya on her own. She sat down on her big bed and looked around breathing in heavily and catching sight of herself in the mirror that was still to be hung up and was therefore leaning against the wall.
She was a pretty girl she had known that. She had enough photo's of her mother to know that she looked nothing like her. Her Mom. Doctor Megan Hunt—had, had red hair and bright eyes and an even brighter smile. She had been slender without curves and tall and confident. She reached down into one of the boxes and pulled out a photograph that she had taken with her mother probably when she had been promoted (considering both of her parents had been in uniform). Her Mom had looked happy then, so had her Dad…well so had she come to think of it.
She gripped the frame feeling the corners dig into her palms.
Well she supposed thinking (and not for the first time on the subject) she looked nothing like that. Maya was decidedly her father's daughter in more ways than one. She had long dark hair with bangs that she had cut last year so it went just below her collarbone and she had darker eyes than her mother. She had inherited her mother's nose that much was true but not much else…unless of course she was to count her mother's dependency on cake when the going got bad.
She was tall for her age at seventeen but sometimes she looked at herself in the mirror and she could see no resemblance to Megan Hunt at all. Actually considering the things she knew about her mother that her father did not she considered looking like her father to be a very good thing indeed.
Maya shook her head for a second. Dwelling on dark thoughts like that had gotten her into trouble more than once and she had worked too hard to get herself to a good place to let it go now. Right now she was in a new city, a new school come Monday and a new life. Nobody had to know who she was or where she came from or what kind of damage she had with her.
And with that she dropped the photograph frame and all back into the box and stood up to go and ask her Dad all about this new hospital he was working at.
Maybe tomorrow she would go and visit him. See how many good-looking doctor's there were. And Maya who was the daughter of two surgeons did in fact want to know how tight security around the OR Gallery's were because if she could get a seat and watching something exciting and (hopefully) bloody then she was going to.
Meredith Grey had not had a good day. There had been the whole skull transplant that Callie and Amelia had pulled out the bag but there was still the fact that Perfect Penny was always around. Meredith had tried…God knows Meredith had tried to not see her husband on that bed or the woman who had apologised while her heart and body had gone into overdrive trying to keep up with her brain that was already telling her what to do.
Today had been a bad day, actually the whole week had been bad.
Callie had not made matters easier. She was either a bully or incompetent and nobody seemed to realise that Meredith had been fine before Callie had brought that woman into her life, into her hospital and on her service. She didn't want to teach her, she didn't want to be near her. She could understand-hell she emphasised with Amelia's abhorrence of the woman even though it wasn't completely justified.
In fact all she wanted to do when she left the OR was to go and sink into a hot bath with a glass of wine and a good cry.
Of course she couldn't do that could she?
The (admittedly) handsome Cardio surgeon who had just started (and Meredith might still be in love with her dead husband but she could admit what was in front of her—Nathen Riggs was very good looking) today had invoked some sort of hatred in Owen.
Amelia next to her was gazing at her boyfriend—or whatever the hell she and Owen were with a sort of shocked look and Meredith couldn't blame her. She had known Owen now for nearly eight years give or take the year she had taken to herself post-Derek and the year after the plane crash and she had not seen him like this. Even when he and Cristina had been arguing, even when she and Owen had been arguing post the shooting, she had not seen him like this.
This was a new Owen. An angrier Owen. Something about Nathen Riggs had turned him back into the man she had once known who had stuck a knife into four pigs and then choked Cristina. Meredith didn't know where it had come from but Nathen Riggs was regarding Owen as if he knew what was pissing him off and with a sort of world weariness that said he had expected this and that he was going to take it.
The door to the OR corridor opened and Meredith tore her eyes away from her angry friend to see a girl of about seventeen come in. She was dressed in blue high waisted jeans with rips in them and her feet were stuffed into brown ankle boots, she was wearing a purple jumper that had lace all down the sleeves and her dark hair was tied backwards into a messy but high ponytail. Meredith looked at her for a second. There was something about her that was oddly familiar but before she could open her mouth to tell her that this area was restricted the girl's eyes had clapped on Riggs.
"Some first day ha Dad" she said her voice loud and clear. It was an American accent but Meredith who had grown up in both Boston and Seattle and knew the accents pretty well couldn't place this one. Riggs turned around and Meredith could see the trepidation in his face. The girl who she supposed was Riggs daughter was grinning but there was something odd about her—Meredith supposed she looked older than she was and she was gripping the bag she had over her shoulder with both hands.
Owen however had frozen mid-rant. He turned slowly.
"Maya?" It was a question that had come out half-plea, half in shock. Meredith felt like they were on the edge of something here but she couldn't put her finger on it.
The girl—Maya's eyes flickered from her Dad to Owen. For a second she stared at him and then something dark flickered over her face so fast that Meredith (who knew what dark and twisty was intimately) only saw it for a second. Her face was perfectly smooth but only a hint of her lip (coloured in a kind of darkish pinkish/purplish lipstick) curling showed what she thought of Owen Hunt in that moment. She straightened herself as if she was going to war and regarded him for a second longer. Owen seemed unable to speak.
"Maya" he said finally.
"Uncle Owen" she said flatly as if she doubted that title very much.
Riggs gave a long sigh his eyes on his daughter, Meredith felt her eyebrows rise to the top of her head. She didn't even have to look to see what Amelia's reaction was going to be, she could feel the shock, hurt and burning curiosity from here.
Owen stared at his niece? For a second longer and then he swept past her too. Maya Riggs regarded him for a second and then turned her expression breaking into a rather taut smile as she looked at her father.
"Well you left that one out didn't you?"
Meredith sighed again the hopeful feeling that she had, had after a successful surgery disappearing as fast as it had been there. So much for an easy day and an easier night.
But then again. When had her life ever been easy?
And there we are, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I will hopefully update as soon as I am ready to but while I strive to update regularly due to both work and uni there might be some delays so please keep that in mind.
Next Chapter-Nathan and Owen confront their new reality. Maya demands an explanation and Meredith tries to get information from the sources first-hand.