A/N: This story is set 20 years later than season 14. The doctor's kids are all now grown up. Most have moved on from the hospital world, but a few are following in their parents' footsteps. I believe that Ellis Shepherd, named after her Harper Avery winning grandmother, would naturally become a surgeon as would the daughter of Jackson Avery, Harriet. This just a little taste of who they may have become as adults.

Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of the characters/stories created by Shonda Rhimes.

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"ELLIS!" My mother yells at me for the third time this morning as I once again groan and roll over in my bed. I know if I don't get out of bed, she will be up the stairs in 2.5 seconds, but I am not looking forward to spending my first day of spring break at Grey Sloan Memorial.

Don't get me wrong. I love the smell, the atmosphere, the overall feel of the hospital. It's where I took my first steps and where I learned how to navigate the world, but it is not where I want to spend my first day off. My first day of freedom from Harvard and the harsh coldness of the Boston winter.

I grab my phone off my nightstand, scroll through my notifications, and open up a missed text from Harriet Kepner-Avery.

Where are you?!

In bed. Like a normal human.

ELLIS! YOU ARE LATE!

Hare, you sound like my mother. I'm coming. Be there soon.

You know Bailey won't be happy, even if your mother is Meredith Grey.

Yeah yeah … save me a muffin. One of the good ones.

I force myself to get out of bed and grab the first set of scrubs I can find in my dresser. They're a little tight, but my good ones are still in the dirty clothes I brought home from med school.

"Mom, I'm coming! Harriet is already there with my breakfast," I yell down the stairs as I shove my hair up in a ponytail. My makeup from last night still lingers on my face, but it'll have to do. If I make my mom late to work I'll have to worry about more than just the death glares I'm going to get from Dr. Bailey. Mom's death glares and lectures about the importance of time are much, much worse.

After fighting traffic and listening to mom's rant about how she is less than thrilled to be working with the new intern class, I finally walk into the hospital lobby and see Harriet standing behind the check-in desk.

"There you are! About time, slow poke," she teases as she hands me a blueberry muffin and cup of coffee.

"Thanks. I want to hear all about LA over lunch. I need to hear about all the boys you've led on and all the celebrities you've partied with!" I excitedly gushed as I quickly hugged my friend and fell into step beside her, heading towards the Chief's office.

"You know I went to Los Angeles for med school. Not to party and have sex with every boy I see," Hare rolls her eyes at me as we climb the last stair.

"Okay. Fine, but I know there has to be a boy. Or there at least has to be some drama you haven't told me about," I sigh at her and shove the last bits of muffin into my mouth dropping the wrapper and coffee cup into the trash can as we reach Dr. Bailey's door.

"I'll never tell my secrets, and I'm sure you have lots of Boston drama to fill me in on too. Let's find out who we get to be with today. I'm hoping I get Alex or Jo. Anyone but my dad…" she trails off as Bailey clears her throat.

"Good morning, ladies. I see your mothers didn't teach you to be prompt," Dr. Bailey stands up from her desk as we wait patiently for her instructions. Even though we both tower over her, she easily puts us in our places.

"I'm so sorry, Bailey. Doctor. It's my fault. Don't punish Harriet," I stammer out, doing my best to look apologetic. I don't want to be here, but I also don't like letting Dr. Bailey down.

"You know I'm just teasing. I've missed you girls! We've all missed our girls. Now, you know today is a privilege. Your friends in med school would probably kill to be here right now, in a real hospital, seeing real surgeries. Don't forget that," she sets in on her lecture and I tune out.

I've heard it all before. I know it's a privilege to see an appendix removed or to hand my mother a scalpel. I know plenty of other people my age would love to be right here, spending a day with some of the best surgeons in the country, but I just want to be on a beach or at least watching something on Netflix.

"… and Ellis you can find Dr. Avery. Have someone page him." My name draws me out of my pity-party of thoughts. I hear Harriet smirk at the news that I'll be with her dad all day, but before I can object she is already out of the room and Bailey has returned to her desk lost in a stack of papers.

I shove my hands into the pockets of my pants and walk back out into the hallway down to the closest nurse's station.

"I need to know where Dr. Avery is at," I say to no one in particular. Maybe if they don't hear me I won't really have to do anything today.

"Well hello to you too, Miss Shepherd," one of the nurses replies as she looks at something on her tablet. "He's in room 317."

I smile at her and turn away from the desk. Being hospital royalty has its perks, but it also has its cons. And everyone knowing my name is definitely a con.

I figure I might as well make the best of my morning, so I pick up my pace and walk towards room 317 at an almost jog. I round a corner, almost there when I run straight into something or someone.

WHAM!

"DAMMIT! Don't you look where you're going?" His voice booms in my ears even though he's still sitting on the floor. My eyes scan his face. He looks mad, but he also looks hot as hell.

"Um… I'm..." I can't seem to remember how to say I'm sorry or anything for that matter. The way he's looking at me with those dark eyes and that perfect jaw has left me dumbfounded.

"You're clearly not used to walking or talking," he growls as he stands to his feet and picks up the supplies he was carrying. "You must be one of the newbies. Just stay out of my way."

I turn and watch him as he walks away and out of my line of vision. I don't know who that was, but I'm going to find out. Dr. McHotty! I think as I picture myself with him, in his arms, kissing that perfect face.

"I see you met Dr. Moreau. He's not exactly friendly," Dr. Avery's voice brings me back to reality. Back to the hospital. "Nice to see you, kid. We've got a consult for a rhinoplasty. You can watch and take some notes. Ask questions, but don't say anything stupid. Okay?"

I nod my head, but I'm already trying to figure out how I can see him again. Make him notice me. Make him see me as someone other than Meredith Grey's kid daughter.