Disclaimer: I don't own Grey's.


One Saturday night, Ellis was working, and Thatcher and Susan headed out on a date night, leaving Meredith and Baby Lexie in the care of Ellen, a teen Babysitter who had come highly recommended. Susan wasn't taking any chances with her children, yes, children. She loved Meredith like she were her own. But at the same time, she was also slightly more understanding of Ellis' work load than her husband.


"Bye, Lexie!" said Susan, handing the baby girl to Ellen and dropping a kiss to her forehead, before leaning down to kiss Meredith's cheek. "Bye, Meredith. Your Mom might call to pick you up later if she finishes work early."

"Okay. Bye, Susan!"

"Meredith, you'll be a good girl and help Ellen take care of Lexie, won't you?" said Thatcher as he headed for the door.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl."

"Don't worry, Mr and Mrs Grey, they're in good hands" Ellen smiled, bouncing Lexie gently in her arms. "Everything is going to be fine."


And it was, for a while. Until Lexie started crying uncontrollably, for no apparent reason. Nothing Ellen did could soothe her.

"What's wrong?" The babysitter asked desperately. "Why won't you stop crying?"

Pitying the flustered teenager, Meredith walked to where she sat on the couch rocking Lexie, sat beside them, and offered her sister a finger, which the baby quickly pulled into her mouth, cries quieting.

"Hmm, just as I suspected!" said Meredith as though she were a detective.

"What?" asked Ellen.

"Lexie's teething again" Meredith explained, gesturing with her free hand for Ellen to deposit Lexie in her own small lap. "Go get one of her teething rings from the freezer."


So, all was well again.. Until it came time to feed the children.

"Come on, Lexie, open wide!"

Lexie's lips were clamped shut.

"Here comes the Airplane!" Ellen tried.

Lexie shook her head.

"You have to eat something!" cried the Babysitter exasperatedly.

Lexie shook her head, mouth shut tighter than ever.

Meredith stuck a finger in her sister's bowl, tasting the mush inside.

"Well there's your problem, Ellen" she said matter-of-factly. "Lexie hates Apple!"


Ellen gave Lexie bananas instead, and everything was fine.. Until bedtime. Lexie just would not go to sleep.

"Sometimes she needs a lullaby" said Meredith.

"Okay" said Ellen. "Which one?"

"The one from 'Dumbo'" said Meredith, "But it only works when I sing it. Sometimes I have to do it through the phone when I'm at my Mommy's." She sat in the rocking chair in Lexie's nursery, holding her arms out for her sister.

Ellen handed her over.

"Baby mine, don't you cry. Baby mine, dry your eye.."


"How did they go?" Thatcher asked as he and Susan arrived home a short while later.

"Fine" Ellen chuckled. "Meredith was a great help. She really loves her little sister."

"We know" Thatcher smiled.