A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! It really made my day! Well as far as all the question they'll be answered in the next couple of chapters. Hope you'll enjoy this chapter and review

Chapter 2 - Leftover Grilled Cheese

Zadie sat down by the kitchen table and waited for her mother to join her, and she did.

Meredith walked over to the fridge and took out a box.

"Left over grilled cheese?" Zadie sighed when she realized what was going to be her breakfast which was supposed to be the most important meal of the day. "Grilled cheese, mum? Seriously?"

Meredith sighed. "I've got no time for baking bread and squeezing oranges all morning," Zadie gave her a glare. "not today anyway. I've got 3 scheduled surgeries, and I'm on call, so you'll have to take care of yourself tonight, maybe you could ask Skye to come?"

Zadie nodded. "Mum, I'll fail home science cause when I'm asked what a good, nutritious breakfast withholds I'd say leftover grilled cheese and coffee, and Skye comes over here every time you're on-call... Noticed already? No wonder why I get away with so much stuff..." Zadie said quietly out of Meredith's ear range, and walked over to the big calendar on their kitchen wall. She sighed, realizing what a big mistake she had done by leaving her bed. "I've got the day off today..."

"What? You do?" Meredith asked, turning away from the kitchen counter.

"No..."

"You don't?"

"Mum, I just said I did... God, I was just kidding!"

Meredith looked strangely at Zadie. "Really fun, I'm laughing... But why did you go up then?" she asked and sat down by the table, handing Zadie a plate with the "breakfast", and a cup of coffee.

"Cause you told me to..."

"Since when do you listen to me?"

"I just didn't want to be late for school..." Zadie said with her mouth full of gross, plastic like cheese. She spat it out on the plate. "Yuck!"

"Zadie!"

"Oh seriously mum. You can not say this," Zadie pointed at the plate. "looks or is eatable? Seriously?"

Meredith sighed and gave in for her daughter's statement that the cheese was indeed gross. "Okay, it's not good..."

"Finally..."

They sat quiet for while; Meredith reading the New York Times and Zadie zipping of her coffee that was no where near as good as the coffee from Starbucks she bought every other day on her way home from school.

"You talk in your sleep, you know..." Zadie said, breaking the silence.

"Ahaa..." Meredith said without taking any notice in what her daughter just said.

"Yeah you do... Pick me... choose me... love me..." Zadie looked up at her mother, who dropped the magazine and it fell to the floor with a soft sound. "Oh and you mumble McDreamy too..."

"Zadie..." she exclaimed.

"You said those words to dad, didn't you? And you called him McDreamy." Zadie asked head on, feeling pretty smart of figuring that out. "Mum?"

"...Zadie we've talked about it..."

"No that's the thing; we haven't. All I know about my dad is where he lives, what he does and his marital state. Seriously mum! I don't even know his name, and it's freakin' weird!" Zadie paused taking a deep breath. "Mum, from the day I learned how to talk, you told me I didn't have dad, and from that day I questioned you saying that everybody have a dad. It feels like a bi-"

"Oh Zadie, don't give me the hole-in-my-heart-speech, seriously. I won't work because there is no hole. You can't miss someone you've never met." Meredith exclaimed on the edge of anger.

Zadie had asked her a million times about her dad, about Derek. When she moved to New York, she was to sweep him and everything else back in Seattle under the rug. It hadn't been easy. She had to cut the strings to her friends, and that was hard. The day she moved, Meredith had gone to work with them like every other morning. Everything had just been normal; Izzie pondering over her relationship with Alex, asking everybody what they thought, George saying "Alex is Alex" and Christina just being her normal, sarcastic, harsh and competitive self.

That very same day Meredith slipped three letters into their lockers telling them she was moving. Her cell-phone was on the edge of exploding that night. But she did what she had to do, what she felt was right, and she didn't answer any of the calls.

Many times she wondered if she had done the right decision by moving, and not staying to deal with it and tell Derek. Even though it sounds a bit cruel Meredith sometimes laughed at how he was unknowing about everything. How she got away with a daughter. Of course the staff at the hospital knew she had Zadie. When Meredith came to St Helen's Hospital she was still an intern, but the Chief of Surgery; Darcie Hanning had been very understanding, not that Richard Webber wouldn't have. But as said, it was just too complicated with Derek, especially him being married to Addison.

"You're a basket case..." Zadie said, after a long silence between them. "Deal with the fact that I want to know my dad, because you can't erase someone, especially not a father..."

"I know I can't do that!" Meredith sighed, and looked down for a moment to avoid her daughter's eyes, Derek's eyes. Many times it felt like it was him who was looking at her. The similarity was striking hard, and they pierced her. "So what do you want to know?"

Zadie just looked at her mother, with her mouth half open. "Seriously? After 15 years of silence, you're now opening you mouth? Because I called you; 'basket case'?"

"What do you want to know?" Meredith repeated.

"His name..."

Meredith looked down again, regretting her own, just spoken words. "Why not his favorite band?"

"Why not his name? Mum! You asked what I wanted to know. I want to know his na-"

"You don't have to no his name Zadie!" Meredith tried, knowing she couldn't convince her but it was worth a shot.

"The first thing you ask someone you see for the first time is their names, not what their favorite band is!" Zadie rose from her chair, and started to walk around the table. "What can be so bad about it?" she turned around and ran a hand through his hair.

Meredith gave out a laugh at the thing Zadie just did. It was another thing she had gotten from her dad.

"What now!" Zadie exclaimed furiously. "Mum!?"

"Nothing..."

"Whatever... Perhaps you won't tell me his name because he's some big time surgeon known all over the country... "she murmured, not looking at Meredith.

Silence and that Zadie noticed.

"He is!!!" she exclaimed.

"No..." Meredith lied. "No, he's not..."

"You're a bad liar." Zadie reminded her mother. "And Google's a great search engine just so you know."

Meredith looked at Zadie and the she rose from the table. "There's some money in the jar on the counter if you and Skye want to buy some pizza and I think Mark said he'd drop by to see how you're doing. I'll see you in the morning, okay." she gave Zadie a kiss on her cheek. "And I was not the one naming him McDreamy."

"Mum! Seriously!? Is that all you have to say? Seriously!?" Zadie exclaimed, following her mother out in the hallway. "Meredith!?"

"Zadie, don't do anything you'll regret tomorrow, okay." she said and closed the door behind her, leaving a dumbfounded Zadie in the hall.

A/N: So now you've finished the second chapter. What did you think guys? Good, bad, wonderful, disastrous? It is quite a bit longwer than the first chapter, and they'll become longer I can tell you... Well anyway, hope you like it! And that Mark-guy, maybe it is who you think it is, maybe not? You'll absoultely see in the next chapter I think... Well all I have to say now is; review!