Ellis is supposed to fly back to Boston tonight, and she still had not find time to talk with her daughter about what she came here to talk about. Meredith had been busy at the hospital and shunning as usual. She always had fled home when she was in there. At least, this time, she had consent to open up a little to her but after she had run away like a dear caught in the headlight. She knows Meredith resents her for her lack of presence when she was a kid and for having pushing away her father from their life. She gets that. But Meredith doesn't know everything about her. She hopes she will get her to accept her one day and soon would be good, because she will need her support.

She takes her cell phone and dials her number.

"Hi."

"Hi mom."

"I'd really like to see to you before leaving, could we eat a lunch together."

"I don't know, I'll see what I can do."

"Please Meredith. I'm leaving tonight."

"Okay, see you at noon in the hall of the hospital."

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"Okay that was really nice of you to leave me at the bar without even saying goodbye" Meredith says while she enters the lockers room where the other interns are already changed into their scrubs.

"You were in good company and beside there wasn't any room left for you in the cab so we thought…" Izzie replies.

"Cut the crap" Cristina exclaims "how is he?"

Meredith chuckles before she lets out a: "excuse me!" while they all stare at Cristina with big eyes and mouth wide opens, stunned by what she said.

"What? We all agreed that she needed a guy to cheer her up" Cristina adds when she sees that the others don't back her up.

"Thank you to feel so concerned about me but next time you have such a brilliant idea come to me first" she says slamming her locker door and leaving the room now that she is in scrubs.

She has got to learn Cristina's personality and doesn't hold it against her. Actually her frankness is the reason she likes her, but right now she is a little nettled. She goes find her resident, concentrates on something else and forgets about this tiff.

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At 12am Meredith dashes to the lobby not wanting to be late and earn one of her mother's curt comments. She has seen her mother is making some effort with her but Ellis Grey will always stay Ellis Grey.

"Hey mom."

"You're on time."

"Yep. Where are we going?"

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"We didn't have a lot of time to talk during my stay" Ellis begins once they are settled at a table in the restaurant they chose.

Meredith starts fidgeting remembering the one time they talked and her breakdown. She doesn't want her mother to remind her of those memories or ask her again about the reasons of her behavior.

"I wanted to know if you're going to stay in New-York?" Ellis asks her. "You moved so quickly and without explanation that I what wondering if it was a definitive situation"

Reassured but surprised, she stops moving, looks at her quizzically and replies defensively "You think I'll move every month".

"Don't react so snappishly. I just want to know if you're planning to go back in Seattle"

"I don't think so" she says musing on what she left in this city.

"Because I wanna sell the house" Ellis explains.

"Seriously. Why?" she replies taken out of her reflection.

"If no one will stay in Seattle there is no reason to keep it" she says matter of factly.

"Rent it" she suggests.

"Too many problems with tenants, I prefer selling it. Therefore, I want to know what you want to do with your stuff. You can tell me what you wanna keep and I'll fly it for you to New-York. I have to go in Seattle next month."

"I like this house" she says reticent to her mother idea.

"Except if you propose to move back in it I'm not gonna keep it Meredith. An empty house in Seattle is useless."

Meredith sighs, she would like to keep it; it's the house where she grew up. And also the last think that reattach her to Seattle now.

"You still don't want to tell me what make you leave Seattle so quickly and drink so much those days." She offers her feeling her reticence to let go of her souvenirs in Seattle.

"Still not" she replies trying her best to put a credible smile on her face.

They finish their meal discussing about surgery, the only thing they have in common.

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"Still mad at me?" Cristina asks Meredith as she passes near her in the hallway.

"That's okay but don't make me remember it" she replies at Cristina with a smirk.

"I'm so pissed off I didn't get in an OR today; I spend my day in the pit making all kind of stupid work that is normally reserved to the emergency's fake doctors."

"Fake doctors?" Meredith asks raising her eyebrows obviously amused by her friend's grouchy mood and the short remarks that go with.

"Yeah, a real doctor is someone who cut open, not someone who makes stitches" she explains.

"They don't only make stitches you know" Meredith says smiling at her artfulness.

"Yeah. Whatever", she replies to put an end to the conversation.

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The next day Meredith and Cristina are sitting at a table on the patio eating their lunch, after a long surgery they both assisted. Standing stand up for hours is exhausting and you never totally accommodate to it. So they are each one laying their legs on a bench while slowly chewing their meal.

"It seems like he has a thing for you" Cristina says between two mouthfuls.

"Who are you talking about?" Meredith answers numbly without raising her nose from her sandwich.

"You know whom I am talking about. Don't play the fool with me." Cristina snaps her.

Meredith rolls her eyes before consenting to reply "No, he hasn't. He just gave me a ride 'cause you abandoned me at the bar. And even if he has I'm not interested so there is nothing to talk about."

"We'll see. I'm always right with this kind of thing" she says confident.

"Maybe it's the exception that confirms the rule" she quips with a smile.

"Or maybe you're afraid that I see so well through you. Come on, you can't deny you're attracted by him" she says matter of factly.

"Cristina. Seriously, drop it. I'm not ready to commit in a relationship now", she says more seriously.

"Who talked about a relationship?" she retorts wryly

"Cristina!"

"Fine, I leave you with your denial."