"No! I want to stay in Boston! I'm twelve years old, I am more than capable of taking care of myself" Meredith shouted, not for the first time.
"I know but legally you have to go live with your father" The social worker sighed yet again.
"My father doesn't care about me" Meredith grumbled.
The social worker didn't say anything, having had this argument many times since she was assigned to Meredith Grey's case.
Ellis Grey had been killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver and Meredith had no choice but to return to the care of her father, Thatcher, a father she hadn't seen since her parent's divorce.
Meredith grew silent and didn't speak during the drive to the airport, the waiting process and even during the five hour flight from Boston to Seattle.
"Okay, so your dad is meeting us at the airport. He will take you home and I'll check on you tomorrow"
The two made their way through the airport and soon found the man they were looking for, the social worker had to drag Meredith towards her father.
"Thatcher Grey, my name is Chloe Mitchell" The social worker launched into a detailed explanation about Meredith and all her things, Meredith however was too busy glaring at the brunette girl standing next to her father.
The three Grey's walked to the car and started the journey home.
"Okay, Meredith well, this is your sister Lexie she is going to give you a tour of the house while I pick up Susan from work and get some stuff for dinner alright?" Meredith gave a slight nod "You're not a vegetarian or vegan? Are you allergic to anything?" Thatcher breathed a slight sigh of relief when the blonde shook her head no, not knowing what he was going to cook if she answered yes to anything.
Thatcher gave a wave as he drove away, leaving Meredith and Lexie at the house, hopefully they would talk, neither of them had said anything.
Meredith followed Lexie into the house, up the stairs and into a room.
"Well this is your room, that door leads to a connecting bathroom" Lexie pointed to the door "My room connects to it as well. We didn't really know what your favourite colour was so we just got purple but we can get something else if you want."
Meredith shook her head and started to unpack her clothes into the dresser.
Lexie immediately started to help, much to Meredith's disdain.
"So, your name is Meredith Elizabeth Grey, your 12, was born here in Seattle and moved to Boston when you were 6. Can you add anything else?" Lexie said.
"How did you know that?"
"I have a photographic memory" Lexie shrugged like it was no big deal.
"Of course you do".
They continued to unpack in silence Meredith simply ignoring Lexie when she tried to talk.
That night Meredith lay in bed, tired because of the time difference but unable to fall asleep.
She thought about her father and how had moved on to a perfect family with the nice wife and smart daughter. She thought about her mother how she hadn't been perfect but had been all that she had really. She thought about Susan, who wasn't that bad really, she was the warm, kind mother that every child wanted. And Meredith thought about Lexie, the ten year old who had been more than happy to help put away her clothes, let her go first in the bathroom and made sure she was comfortable before wishing her good night.
Meredith wondered what life was going to be like living in this house, having two parents who made sure that they were home for dinner, having a sister.
Exhausted from all the thinking Meredith was finally able to go to sleep.