This is a story of my own creation with my own OC as the main character. A large part of my story will deviate from the original Grey's story line to follow my own, but will follow some of it along with the timeline. My story starts at the beginning of season 8. Obviously from my description George never died in season 6, but Izzy won't be in my story. For clarities sake Lexie is the youngest of the group at 25, with George slightly ahead at 27. Anyway I hope you enjoy! I may or may not continue...I'm still thinking on it. Let me know what you think!

This was absurd. This was pointless. This was absurd and pointless. I didn't need to be here and if my damn professor had just kept to herself and listened to me then I wouldn't have to be here.

My head hurt. There was too many of them it was hard to drown them out. I couldn't focus and when I couldn't focus then trouble would start.

Attempting to keep myself calm I took a deep breath. This could end so badly. Positioning myself I sat up and looked around. The ER didn't look too busy, maybe with a little luck I could sneak out and get home.

Biting my lip I slowly grabbed my backpack and carefully moved to get out of the bed. Testing my balance I put some weight on my ankle slightly flinching, it wasn't good but I've had worse. Standing up I repeated the inner mantra which I had created for myself,

Head down, act invisible.

It wasn't that difficult and I've had a lot practice.

The curtain pulled back and I had to stop myself from yelping because I was standing inches away from some doctor's face.

Shit! How was I going to get out of here now?

"Miss…" He paused looking down at a chart, "Barton, I'm Dr. O'Malley I will be taking care of you today. Please sit down." Dr. O'Malley smiled at me.

It was a warm, kind smile and made me forget my primary mission for a moment.

But just for a moment.

"Actually Dr. O'Malley I am feeling perfectly fine there really is no need for me to be here so I think I'll be going." Giving the best chipper voice I could while plastering a fake smile on my face.

"Well it says here that you might have slight fracture in your right ankle. We should take a look at it." He responded with a frown.

I bit my tongue to I hold my groan inside. That new professor was so green. She completely freaked out and started panicking when I fell in the middle of practice.

"It's not fracture Dr. O'Malley." Telling him.

I knew when something was fractured or broken, "It is just a bad sprain is all." My whole body was itching. I needed to get out of here. One of them was going to realize I could see them.

"Still why don't we just take a look just to be safe." He was smiling at me again and I knew he was not going to budge. Silently I got back on the bed and propped my right leg up so he could examine me.

Maybe if I did this fast enough I could finally get out of here.

"How did you injure your ankle?" Dr. O'Malley asked me as he started examining me.

"I fell a few days ago practicing." Keeping my answer short and simple.

But that was a lie. I couldn't tell him the real reason how I had hurt my ankle.

"Practicing for what?" His interest became peaked.

"I'm a dancer…" Pausing on whether or not I should tell him a lot but I figured it could kill time, "and a singer. I just started my sophomore year at the University of Washington. I'm double majoring in contemporary dance and vocal performance." Responding to his interest in my interests. He actually seemed genuinely curious and it was nice.

"Wow a sophomore in college at seventeen." He said in an answer that was mixed with surprise and amazement.

Some might think I was modest but I didn't handle praise well. Pulling my sleeves down, a nervous habit of mine, I tried not to blush and shrugged my shoulders, "I guess I'm doing something right."

"Impressive I wish I was able to do something like that." Dr. O'Malley laughed and the sound just made you feel good...well it did to me at least.

"Isn't saving lives enough?" Asking him in sarcasm before I could even think to filter my response. Almost immediately I recoiled afraid he would reprimand me for my smart-ass reply.

"Nah I want to be able to do something useful." He joked and immediately I relaxed smiling with him.

"Well this doesn't look like a fracture, you were right just a bad sprain. It just needs some rest." He told me.

Yeah that's not going to happen.

"So I can go?" Asking him but I never got a response.

"Charlotte?" He questioned loudly as he came towards me. Dread pooled inside me as it always did when he was around.

"What are you doing here?" Questioning him as he stood at the foot of the bed.

"Your teacher called me and said she sent you to the hospital, and don't talk back to me young lady." He bit out at me.

Casting my eyes down I bit my lip and shut up.

That damn notification form! Four weeks till I was eighteen then I would be a legal adult but no! I was still a minor that had to have her guardians notified.

Glancing up I found Dr. O'Malley staring intensely between John and myself before he spoke, "I'm sorry but who are you?"

John came over and placed his hands on my shoulders. I tried my best not to flinch but judging by Dr. O'Malley's face I wasn't that successful. It was an off day and I was trying to juggle a lot at once.

"I am Pastor John Bolton, Charlotte here is my foster daughter." He feigned sincerity and I had to keep the bile down in my throat when he called me his daughter, "Is she alright?" John squeezed my shoulders just a little too tightly.

There was a pause before Dr. O'Malley answered, "Actually I wanted to take Charlotte up for some X-rays for her ankle."

I paled, "You said I was fine and that it was just a sprain." Blanching at him. Bad, bad bad, bad this was extremely bad.

His gripped tightened harder and I bit my tongue from showing the pain, "Now Charlotte you know better than to talk back to adults, if the doctor thinks you need an X-ray then you will do what he says." John spoke in his demanding voice. There was no room for auguring.

But John wasn't thinking clearly because of his pride. He didn't think about what would happen if they examined me because if he had been thinking clearly then he would have realized what an awful mistake it would be. Then it would all blow up in both of our faces.