Sorry for lack of update.

I was in Ohio for a week.

Now I am back.

So I will update tomorrow or the day after.

Until then, pd52.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except a suitcase full of clothes.

"Is anybody hungry?" Kathleen Shepard asked all of her children and their families, well all of her children except for two.

Yes's and several suggestions came from the crowd. It had been along day for everyone.

After much disagreement, Meredith figured out around 65 of the Shepard descents liked Italian and 20 like Chinese along with two of the husband in laws who liked Mexican but none of the Shepard descents like to agree.

Finally a man who Meredith noticed hadn't spoken or moved in the 20 minutes she had been there quieted the entire room with one word. Pizza. Everyone turned to the person next to them and nodded. Meredith must be going insane because the man on the fireplace didn't just resemble her married ex. The man on the fireplace in the corner was his older twin with almost completely gray hair, his replica, or a clone maybe. Whatever he was it scared the hell out of Meredith.

"Pizza it is then," Kathleen announced. She turned around so she was facing Meredith, "He isn't normally like this. It just Rebecca was… his daughter," she stumbles leaving all the pain she was holding inside show. Meredith suddenly got Kathleen, if she wasn't strong for this family who was going to be? Kathleen flips her phone open, "How many?"

Michelle speaks up, "Six? If Wile E. ever shows we might need seven."

Audrey cuts in, "3 cheese, 1 pepperoni, a sausage, and mushroom, and Meredith?"

"I like supreme but I will eat mostly anything."

"So does Wile E. so one supreme and mom you like pineapple and Canadian bacon right? I think dad and Blake like that too."

Kathleen repeated the order into the phone along with a phone number and 'Shepard' then hung up. "Who's going to get it?"

All eyes focused on Meredith. Phil, Audrey's husband, seemed satisfied to reply, "Newcomer always has to."

"Phil! She doesn't know the city or have a car," Audrey scolds him.

"I've been getting the food for 3 years Audrey, it's only fair."

"Phil Lueck, it's not fair, you never lost your best friend."

"No, it's okay. I will go and get it," Meredith stopped the married couple's argument.

"Are you sure?" Kathleen questioned.

"Yes."

"You can borrow my car then," she suggested.

"Where is this place at?"

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The taxi pulls into the driveway and he realizes that his mom's car is missing. He walked up to the door and knocks, only making him feel more awkward then he was. Why was he knocking? He spent 18 years in this house and every holiday since and he had never knocked. The door was opened by his older sister.

"Nanc!" he grabbed her and pulled her into a hug. Sure he loved all his sisters, but there was some weird distance between Nancy and him. He had always thought it was because she was older and understood things that were going on when Derek was too young to. She had always been close to Addison though.

"Derek Shepard," Nancy was the only one that refused to use the stupid nickname, Wile E. on him, "What are you doing knocking?"

"Let's just get inside."

"We ordered pizza."

"Did you get me supre…"

"Of course."

"That's why I keep you guys around."

Derek walked into the living room and was greeted by quite a few 'uncle Derek' and a few running, jumping hugs from his older nieces and nephews. The littler ones following their brothers and sisters as fast as their legs would take them. After the hugs and kisses from the kids, he was greeted by Audrey and Michelle. Michelle was the one who had always been considered to be the smartest Shepard, but she ended up following her hero's footsteps. She was a daddy's girl and had followed him and the Shepard tradition of flying jets. Audrey lived in Cleveland and had the only twins in entire history of Shepard's, not to mention the cutest twins in any history. Derek was then greeted by the husbands of his sisters, Phil and Chris. Nancy was divorced. Phil, Audrey's husband, was a journalist and Chris had just been fired. Derek was never really close to either one of them, but they had developed a friendship over the countless holidays. They greeted Derek with strong hand shakes and manly nods. Blake, Rebecca's husband, who Derek had defiantly got to know better than the others, came next. Blake grabbed Derek's hand into a handshake like the other husbands had done, but collapsed into a hug. Derek broke the hug after a few seconds and walked up to his mother. She had always been his hero. Kathleen kissed his cheek that defiantly needed a shave, then she sucked him into a tight hug.

"Geez mom," Derek rubbed his arm where she had bear hugged him, "Have you been working out?"

She chuckled. "Hey Rebecca's best from flew in so be nice. You lost your sister, but she lost her best friend."

"I'm not that mean."

"Are you okay?" Kathleen knew her son better than anyone, so she knew the answer to that question but she had to ask.

"No, not even close."

"It will get better."

"I keep telling myself that."

"Your father has only said one word, you need to talk to him."

Derek avoided the subject, "Where is the best friend and your car by the way?"

"Pizza, should be back any minute."

Derek just nodded and headed to his father at the fireplace. His father and him looked so similar but they were complete opposites, or so Derek kept telling himself, "Dad?"

No response. Not even a look. Derek hadn't been home for almost a year and he didn't even get a look.

"She was your daughter, I get it. But she was my sister. And his wife. And their mom. And her daughter." Derek pointed as he spoke. "That doesn't give you a reason to distance yourself from everyone and blow all the alive people in your life off."

"Derek I am really sorry for screwing up your childhood. I owe you a thank you, so thank you for saving me son." This was the first time Russell had actually called Derek his son since he was 10. Derek and his dad had fought a lot when he was a kid. His dad started drinking when he was 9. Derek watched his best friend, side from Mark, fall apart and treat his mom horrible. She left the house for 2 months when he turned 16. Around that time Russell had his job threatened and the younger girls were starting to understand what was happening to their father. Derek had had enough of it. One night came home to find Derek with some girl he used to date, he tended to use girls to fill the need he had for a stable father and a role model. Russell made some smart ass comment and Derek punched him as hard as he could in between the eyes, breaking his nose. Shortly after that he sobered up and fixed his relationship with Kathleen and they haven't had a problem since, but Derek's respect for his father was never regained.

"I would say your welcome, but I didn't do anything, except break your nose. You fixed your shit by yourself."

"Pizza!" a scream came from one of the younger boys.

Derek turned around to find the girl he thought he might be in love with, just standing there with pizza boxes in her hands. Meredith Grey in his mom's entry way. Holy Shit.

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Meredith looked around and locked eyes with the person she wanted to see right now, not that she would ever tell. He was looking right back. Holy shit. She dropped the seven pizzas in her hands on the floor, not breaking eye contact, severely pizza boxes opening. Shit.