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Izzie closed her eyes, breathed in and out one time and then turned around, with Hannah still holding her hand.
"Bailey, it's good to see you…"
Izzie walked closer to Bailey, who still stood were she had stopped, a few meters away from the chiefs office.
"Hannah, this is Miranda Bailey, I've told you about her. Bailey, this is Hannah, my daughter, but you know that already. That makes it less awkward at least. Hannah, she is the one who knew about you besides George of course." Izzie told those things more to Bailey than to Hannah, who of course already knew who Bailey was.
"Hello Dr. Bailey, I am Hannah Kline, nice to meet you. Izzie talks a lot about you."
Bailey, who regained her voice and her control back, stepped closer and shook Hannah's hand, the one which wasn't in Izzie's.
"Hi Hannah. How are you?"
"My cancer is gone, I have a boyfriend and I have Izzie, I'm great!" Izzie turned to her.
"Skip the boyfriend thing next time, that makes me feel old."
"You are."
"Hey I'm twenty-nine. That's not old… Anyway, Hannah visits me, she found me at my moms."
"Izzie what the hell were you doing at your moms? I thought you hated her?!"
"I…" Izzie started but stopped.
"Tell her M… Izzie."
"Okay, I don't know why, but people say it helps to tell everything. I had a nervous breakdown. And a few weeks ago Hannah came to me to the trailer park and woke me up. Now I try to get my live back on track, I'm also seeing a therapist." Izzie could see, that Bailey wanted to say something and really tried to remain calm.
"And what are you doing here?" Bailey asked, folding her arms across her chest.
"I want to get my family back. My friends are my family, because only real family still calls weekly even though you never answer. Except for Alex, but I think I deserved that…"
"Iz…" Hannah told her with her eyes, that she had to say something more, and Izzie dreaded it.
"How could you let me go Bailey, without so much as a word? I know you were angry, but seriously that angry? You know me better than my own mother, did you really think I would leave everything behind like I did when I was fine? You were my mentor and all you did was support the chief in his decision to fire me. Fire me! After everything that happened! Denny, the cancer, George,… I once counted you into my family, I thought we were close, especially after the clinic and my cancer, but you let me down."
"You nearly killed my patient!" Bailey said, trying to defend herself lamely, knowing it wasn't enough.
"That's all? She didn't die, did she? I know, because I did one phone call after I left and that was to Addison in L.A., she told me everything went fine. I know you went through a lot in the last couple of years with your family and recently you career decisions, but… never mind." Izzie stopped and Hannah knew she had finished.
"Goodbye Dr. Bailey, it was nice to meet you."
Hannah grabbed Izzie's hand more tightly and pulled her with her, but Izzie had to do one last thing… she turned around and hugged her former boss.
"I still missed you Bailey."
Without looking back and leaving a (for once quiet) Bailey behind, Izzie and Hannah walked down the corridor in the direction of the lockers.
Bailey had once sworn herself, she would stop treating her interns like children, because she had a child at home and needed her love there, but she hadn't thought it trough. Just because she said it, didn't make everything go away. She still cared… she still loved them like her own kids, but she had learned to ignore that feeling, she was afraid to get even more hurt in the process. After first Meredith's and then Izzie's near death and George's actual death, she couldn't handle it anymore. But now she knew, that it didn't work that way and Izzie had once again suffered, but this time by her hand. Izzie said she knew her better than her own mother. She had trusted her, but not anymore.
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More tomorrow, I've written all of this at once, so I hope it's okay! I'd love some reviews!!!
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