Don't own Grey's. Here it goes.

Getting Left Behind

Christy woke up wondering why she was still in her clothes and why she was so hungry, and then the memory of last night all came flooding back to her; coming home with her dad, her parents yelling, and her dad leaving.

She looked over at her clock; 7:30. Her mother was either still in bed or already at the hospital and she decided she didn't really care, and she would rather not know where her mother was. Because, it seemed that on top of the two normal possibilities there was another and that one made Christy sick to think about. So, she ate alone, she got ready alone and she left the house alone, having to step over Addison's clothes on the front steps, once again reminding her of what her mother had done to her father.

Instead of walking down the street to her bus stop she found herself walking up the street, taking a left, and then taking a right, ending up at her grandparent's house. She was pretty sure that this is where her dad would be, if he wasn't at the hospital that is.

"Hello…"

"Hi sweet heart," her grandma greeted her, "Shouldn't you be getting to school?"

"Uh, ya, um is my dad here?"

"Not anymore, he already left for the hospital. So, you know what happened?"

"Ya, I'm worried about dad, he looked really hurt, I thought he was going to cry."

"He'll be okay sweetie, but why don't you go to the hospital and see him after school, he'd like that. Anyway, I guess I better drive you to school."

After school Christy got on the bus that went near the hospital and thought about what had happened, in one night her life had become totally different and she wasn't sure how it was going to turn out.

She was just getting into the lobby and she saw her father coming down the stairs carrying a box full of stuff and a bag in the other hand. She ran over and grabbed the bag from him before he dropped it, but not before she noticed what was inside of it.

"Dad, wh…wha...what are you doing with all of this?"

"Bringing it with me," he stated.

"Ya, I got that, but where? Did you quit? Are you leaving?" He didn't answer because the truth was he really didn't know how to explain to his 11, almost 12 year old daughter that he was moving across the country without her. "Dad?" No answer. "Daddy…"

He didn't want to hurt her but he had to tell her, she would figure it out eventually anyway. "Christy I'm really sorry, yes, I'm leaving. I'm moving to Seattle, I've been offered the position of head of neurosurgery at Seattle Grace. I just…I just can't stay here; I can't work at the same place as them. I'm sorry."

"I take it that that means I'm not going with you." Christy hung her head.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry! I love you, and I will always love you no matter what. I will call you every day I can, I promise. I love you." By now they had reached Derek's car and had put his things into it. "Hey, whata you say we go get an ice cream and I'll drop you off at home before I leave?"

"Uh, thanks for the offer dad, but I think I'm just going to go hang out in the hospital and do my homework. Bye dad. I'll miss you."

"I will see you in 3 months, for Christmas, I promise."

"Right."

"I love you."

"Ya, you too, bye." And with that Derek watched as his only daughter walked back inside, hoping that she wouldn't change too much before he saw her again. He was completely unaware of how much he had hurt her by leaving like this.

She watched from inside the hospital as he drove away, leaving her hurt and angry with both of her parents.