I dont own it, wish I did. This just came to me as I was writing "Grace" and I wanted to get it on paper before the thought disappeared. I honestly dont know WHERE I'm going with it, so bear with me and I will update as soon as I can! Please remember, the more reviews I get, the faster I update. They motivate me. Enjoy!

In my reality, Addison never existed. In my reality, well, nothing that was originally on GA happened. Im starting from the beginning. Im writing my OWN side of the story. Read on...


The Reunion

Her POV:

She was from a town with less than 2000 people. She grew up an only child. Her mother wasn't around much. She was a surgeon you know. She practially raised herself. Her father left when she was just around 5 years old. He had never looked back. She didn't even remember much about him. Here she was, this small time girl, standing in front of SGH preparing for her very first day as a surgical intern.

Who would have thought she would make it this far. She was not one who had much faith in herself. She had made so many mistakes along the way only to be hurt in the end. Her choices were not always bad, though. She had made one good choice. Then, as usual, something bad happened. Something always happened to her when her life seemed as though it was on track. Of course, she thought becoming a surgeon, saving peoples lives, would help her turn her own life around. Little did she know, her past was about to come back and haunt her.

She was standing in the OR. The chief was talking with them about the internship. She focused all of her attention on what he was saying. She was finally going to start fresh. Sterile. Just like the tools on the table beside her. Everything in her past was just that: Her past. At least that's what she thought.

There he was. Standing less than 15 feet from her. The one good thing she had ever had in her life. The only person who offered stability, friendship, but most of all, love.

He hadn't changed. His hair was still dark and wavy. His eyes still icy blue. His dimples, oh the dimples that made her melt. Yep, they were still there. She felt her legs begin to give out from underneath her. Before she knew it, he was catching her from her free fall.

HIS POV:

He didn't recognize her right away. She had changed her hair, it was longer too. When she smiled is when he knew it was her. He stepped back, his heart began to break again. There she was. Less than a foot from her. Smiling at him. The smile that stole his heart. She had leaft him though. For no good reason. One night, she decided that things would work out better if they just went their seperate ways. No explanation, no reasoning. It was the night part of him died inside.

He had never stopped loving her. Sure, he had dated others, but none of them had compared to her. She was his dream, she was the one person who would make him happy for the rest of his life. They had been together over six years when she left. Maybe it was due to the fact that she wasn't used to the stability. Maybe she was afraid she would get hurt. Maybe she just wanted to live a little while she was still young. He didn't know. She never gave him the chance to ask.

The night things ended, he got drunk. He went to her house afterwards, with roses, lillies, and any other flower he could find. He pounded on the door, begging for her to talk with him. She refused. Her friends wouldn't answer the door. They insisted she was better of without him, though he had never hurt her. Never caused her pain. Always held her close when she would breakdown from being lonely. He had no idea why this was happening, and now, now she was in front of him again. Smiling at him. His heart still skipped a beat when she smiled at him.