Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's, I think you guys would know. My name is Emma, not Shonda!
Thank you to everyone who loved chapter one. On with chapter two.
Oh, and do you guys want the family tree now or after I do this family's story?
"Montana! You and Jake better not be up there alone again!"
Montana Isobel Sloan opened her eyes, breaking off the kiss she was sharing with her boyfriend Jake to yell back.
"Carly, should I tell Mom and Dad what you and Ryan get up to behind closed doors?" she yelled, knowing her older sister and boyfriend, soon to be fiancé, Ryan, did more on a normal day than she and Jake ever had.
The across-house screaming fight was broken off by the beeping of a car horn, alerting the occupants of the Sloan mansion that their parents were home.
"Girls! I hope you're all packed! We're leaving in two hours!" Mark yelled as he walked into their large kitchen, Addison following him.
"Good afternoon, Doctor Sloan," Ryan Peterson greeted.
Mark sighed. "Ryan, how many times have I told you, you have just about lived in this house since you turned seventeen, now you are both twenty-four, to call me Mark?"
Ryan chuckled. "Fine. Good afternoon, Mark, Addison," he said.
Addison smiled. "Good afternoon, Ryan. Are you helping us move tonight?"
Carly chuckled. "Is there anything wrong, darling?" Addison asked sweetly, staring her middle daughter in the eyes.
"No," she said, but started laughing as soon as Montana and Jake walked down the stair with sheepish grins on their faces. "I knew it," she whispered.
"Keep it to yourself, Carly, and help pack the cars. We leave for the new house in two hours," Mark said. "Where are Atta and Ari?" he asked as an afterthought.
"Atlanta went out with Chris, and Arizona went out with Adam. I think they took them to the new house with their stuff to grab a room together before we do," Montana said, diverting the attention from her and her boyfriend to the twins and their boyfriends.
Arizona had been dating Adam Burke since they were halfway through high school, and Christina had a bet going on how long it would be until he proposed.
Chris was the son of Miami Memorial's Chief of Surgery, Lachlan Reiner. Atlanta had been dating him since her senior year at high school. Christina also had a bet on how long it would be until he proposed. Addison wasn't surprised.
"I thought they had to work this weekend," Mark mumbled. "When the gang were interns, they never had weekends off."
"What about Georgia and Indiana? Aren't they supposed to be here too?" Addison enquired.
"I heard something about George staying at Beth's tonight before she goes back to school, and Indy already has her stuff packed for us while she's at school," Montana seemed to know everything.
"St Claire's boarding school wasn't your best idea, Mark," Addison countered before her husband could say anything. "We never see Indy or George any more."
"Oh, shut up," Carly injected. "You two fight too much over us. We know what it's like in boarding school, we know what the new house is like, and we know what it's like not to see our family often."
"Yeah," Montana spoke up. "When was the last time we saw anyone in New York, or Boston, or Chicago?"
"Or the Shepherds, for that matter?"
Everyone was surprised when Addison joined in the argument.
"What?" she asked. "I miss talking to Meredith everyday. And when was the last time we spoke to Ethan or Emma?"
Mark looked at the three Sloan women that were ganging up on him, and sighed in defeat.
"Fine; after we move in, we'll take a vacation; maybe Boston; maybe Chicago; maybe New York. I don't know where, but we will visit someone, somewhere."
"Shotgun this room! I so need my own bathroom!"
"Shut up you idiot, every bedroom has its own bathroom!"
Addison and Mark weren't surprised that Carly and Montana were already arguing over rooms, even though the best ones had already been taken by the twins.
"Don't forget to leave rooms for Indy and George!" Mark yelled out.
He laughed as Carly and Montana kept arguing.
"God, they make me feel young again," Addison muttered. "Come on, we still need to unpack."
"And I believe the house hasn't been christened yet…" Mark whispered seductively.
Addie and Mark ran up the stairs, giggling like teenagers, to 'christen' as much of the house as they could without being caught.
"Where is everyone?"
Atlanta and Arizona Sloan, both surgical interns at Miami General, were astonished at the emptiness of their house.
Though their family had only just moved in, there was no one home. The living room was littered with boxes, and the smallest of their entertainment systems was sitting on the floor, spread out everywhere.
"You'd think they'd all be here, after…"
Suddenly Arizona was cut off by the ringing or her cell phone in her pocket.
"Hello, Montana," she grinned without even bothering to look at the Caller ID.
"Ari, you idiot, where the hell are you and Atta? Everyone is at the old house waiting for you!"
Atlanta grinned with her twin. "Hello, Monnie," she spoke, knowing how much that name annoyed her sister.
"Shut up, Atta. Don't worry about me, but one of you two turn on a TV and put it on ABC, there's something you have to see!"
Atta turned around to grab the nearest television remote, and automatically turned it on.
"… and here we are, looking over the West Miami Hills district, where a bushfire is tearing rapidly through the dry bushland. It has been suspected that the fire was lit by arsonists, but we have no confirmed reports to show that. Already, several houses have been damaged by the fire, and all residents are urged to leave the area as soon as possible…"
Arizona Meredith and Atlanta Christina Sloan stared open mouthed at the picture on the screen.
"We'll be right there," one of them muttered into the open cell phone, before turning the TV off and rushing out of the house.
"Do you guys need any help?" Arizona screamed, slamming her car door and running towards her family, most of which were dousing their house with water.
"Yeah, give us a hand over here!" their father called from the other side where he was trying to move the rubbish away from the side of the house.
Both twins ran over to help him, and soon the whole Sloan clan, with the notable exception of Indiana and Georgia and inclusion of Jake and Ryan.
Suddenly, the wind blew a few loose sparks in the direction of the house, and caught in the gutter, lighting the leaves and other junk caught in there.
One by one, the Sloan's noticed the small fire slowly spreading along the gutters. Once it had lit the first floor gutters alight, the fire spread across the rest of the house, and the people who had worked so hard to defend it just stood, watching in shock, as their house burned.
"I hope there's nothing of great importance in there," a voice said from behind them.
Everyone turned around to see a fireman in his yellow fireproof gear standing there, just watching the house.
"Why?" Addison asked, fearing the answer.
"Because there's nothing much we can do now. Even if we did manage to put the fire out, the structural damage would be so severe there would be nothing left to do but demolish the house and rebuild it."
A collective gasp echoed throughout the assembled family, and Addison started sobbing.
"Oh my God," she whispered, her body racking with sobs.
"What?" Mark asked, patting her back softly.
She looked up; the tears causing her perfect make up to run down her face. "There's something in there I still haven't taken out."
Mark looked at her strangely, as did the assembled children. "But everything should have gone today with the last van. What could you have possibly left in there?"
Addison Forbes Montgomery-Sloan looked into her husband's charismatic face. "Memories," she said simply. "Memories that I never want to lose."
Even the fireman was shocked as the world-renowned neo-natal surgeon ran inside the burning building and disappeared from sight within seconds.
Suddenly, the top stories of the Sloan mansion crumbled under the fire and collapsed, crushing the entryway where Addison was supposed to be standing.
"Addison!" Mark yelled; the only thing preventing him from rushing in after her was Atlanta and Arizona's strong grip.
Montana, Indy and George gathered around their father, who was still being subdued by his oldest daughters, and enveloped him in a loving hug.
"Hey! Can I get some help over here?"
Everone looked up to see a lone fireman exiting their crushed house, carrying a familiar figure in his arms, her long red hair trailing over his arm.
"I need an OR and an MRI stat!" Mark Sloan yelled as he ran into the Miami Memorial ER, a pair of paramedics following him pushing the gurney that housed his severely burned wife.
"Who the hell are you to be ordering my staff around?" the angry ER chief screamed as her routine was interrupted.
"Mark Sloan, Chief of Plastics, and I can have your job if you don't cooperate. Get me Trauma One, an OR and an MRI. I need two interns, plus Doctor Newbury from Cardio, Doctor Tanner from Neuro and Doctor Paulson from Plastics. Now!"
Nicole Hastings, the ER chief, huffed into a stance with her arms folded against her chest, staring Mark Sloan in the eye. "Fine," she eventually caved.
Mark sighed. "Thank you. Now, are you going to call the surgeons down or do I have to call my chief?"
Arizona, Atlanta, Carly, Montana, Indiana, Georgia, Ryan and Jake watched as Nicole caved again and summoned a nurse.
"Thank you," Mark said again. "Come on," he summoned his family.
"What… what happened?"
Mark jumped out of his chair, startled at the sound of Addison's voice.
"Addie, thank god you're awake," he breathed, moving to sit on the edge of her bed.
"What happened?" she asked again. "Mark, tell me what happened!"
"The bushfires, they reached the house and it caught on fire. You ran inside, mentioning something about memories you didn't want to lose. Just as you reached the entryway, the second and third floors collapsed, crushing the point where you were standing…" he trailed off, eyes full of tears. Addison pushed him to continue.
"A fireman rushed inside and brought you out over his shoulder. We rushed you to hospital; you underwent emergency surgery, and have only just woken up now…"
Addison stared into her husbands eyes, her own full of admiration and respect.
"Thank you. Thank you so much," she whispered in return, and moved over in her bed to allow room for Mark to lie next to her.
"Where are mom and dad?" Montana asked, seconds after walking into her hospital room and seeing that the bed she was supposed to be occupying empty.
Carly, Indiana, Georgia, Arizona and Atlanta stood just inside the door, all of them staring at the empty bed.
"Okay, Addison, today you can… where is Addison?" a nurse walked in to the room and stared at the bed in the same manner as her six daughters.
"I have a Doctor Adrianna Hastings from Royal Brisbane Hospital in Australia on the phone for Doctors Sloan," another nurse came rushing in. "Wait a minute, where are the Sloan's?"
Suddenly, Carly's cell phone began to ring in her pocket, making her and everyone else jump.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Carly?" the voice said over the line.
"Mom? Where the hell are you? Everyone's looking for you and dad!"
"Carly, we're up in the nursery. If you guys…"
Carly cut her mother off quickly. "Stay right there, we'll be there in a sec."
She closed the phone line and summoned her sisters and the nurses to the door.
"Tell Doctor Hastings she can wait a few minutes while we locate Addison and Mark," the first nurse muttered as she followed the girls out of the room.
"She's adorable," Addie cooed towards a baby girl through the nursery glass. "Makes me want to have another baby."
"Me too," Mark responded.
They stood there in silence for another minute or two until a large group hurried down the hall towards them.
"Doctor Sloan!" a nurse called.
"Yes," they responded at the same time.
"Addison, I have a Doctor Adrianna Hastings on the phone from the Royal Brisbane Hospital in Australia," she said, handing over the phone to the OB/GYN surgeon.
Everyone watched in anticipation as Addison paced back and forward in front of the nursery, negotiating terms with this Australian doctor.
"Well?" Mark asked almost twenty minutes later.
Addison sobbed. "There's nothing left in Miami anymore after the fire, and we've been offered positions in Brisbane. I intend to take them. Only Montana, Indy and George have to come; Carly, Atta and Ari can go wherever they want."
They all gasped.
"We're moving!" Montana screamed. "Halfway across the world!"
Addison put her hands up. "Wait a minute! I haven't told you the best part yet… RBH is where the Shepherds work; we'd be going to live with them for a while!"
The six Sloan girls stood with their mouths open staring at their mother.
Montana, Indiana and Georgia walked up to an unfamiliar front door, the one they were told was the Shepherd residence. By the tone of the neighbour's voice, they did not like the Shepherds that much.
Montana rang the doorbell once, and it wasn't long until the door was answered.
"Montana! What are you doing here?"
She smiled at the sight of 15 year old Amanda Shepherd.
"Andy! I brought the rest of the gang! And our parents are coming too! Where are your mum and dad?"
Amanda sighed. It was that moment that her mobile phone chose to ring, exhibiting the ring tone of the hospital.
"They're going to be late," she whispered.