Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or the characters associated with it. I wish, but I don't. Enjoy, read, review... maybe i'll continue... i have another scene in my head and it should be pretty good if you want to see it... but i'm biased...
That morning, waking up before the sun even rose, the two women were already at the airport. Boxes upon boxes packed and shipped. There was no telling what was going to welcome them when they got there, neither really cared either. Well, that was the lie they kept telling themselves.
Running away had always been a strong suit for them. But now, was it running away or returning…
As Erica sat in the buys waiting room after the long, early morning flight from Boston, she watched all the doctors and patients families. She'd seen more than her fair share of doctors and families, but never quite in this setting. Seattle Grace was nothing quite like she'd seen before. So sterile. So, not what her mother was now.
There was no telling how her mother was then, before she was born.
She continued to just watch the inhabitants of Seattle Grace, but she couldn't help but wonder…
As five o'clock rolled around, she decided to go to the cafeteria. With her sandwich on her tray, she went and sat down at one of the tables. Thinking about when her mother would get out of her meeting, she contemplated taking a cab back to their hotel and telling the receptionist to just tell her mom that she'd gone, but she thought better of it.
No sooner than she got up to throw away her food, her mother was walking toward her.
"Hey, I was just about to leave a note with the receptionist telling you I'd gone back to the hotel."
"Good thing you didn't. We're not going back to the hotel."
"What?"
"Well, you know I used to live here in Seattle," Meredith put her arm around her daughter, "and I used to have a house that I never sold. So we're going to stay at that house tonight."
"Okay if you say so. I hope I don't die from dust inhalation."
"You know you can't die from dust inhalation. Come on. Let's go."
And with that the two girls walked out of Seattle Grace and headed home, a place they never thought they'd find or realized they'd even found it yet.
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Back at the house, Meredith couldn't help but be amazed at her daughter. Cleaning and listening and dancing to the music she'd put on the radio, she looked so much like her father. Well, she was actually a perfect combination of the two. Erica had these incredible blue-green eyes, curly dirty blonde hair, her mother's small build, and her father's winning smile. As Meredith sipped on her glass of wine, she smiled. They'd been through a lot together over the past 16 years.
Then looking up, Erica glanced at her mother and smiled and continued cleaning the house they were going to live in. And all Meredith could think was, how great of a father Derek could have been.