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Dr. Grey looks at me with a mixed expression of anger and confusion. "Excuse me?! You're his what?"

"I'm his daughter, Dr. Grey?"

"And how exactly do you know this?"

"His name is on my birth certificate. I have an old picture of him with my mom from when they were in college."

"Maybe you're mom lied."

"What? Listen, Dr. Grey, I know this is hard for you to hear. Your dead husband has a long lost daughter and now she's suddenly here. But do not call my mom a liar. She had nothing to gain from telling me that he was my father."

"Ok. That was rude of me. I apologize. But, do you want something? Did you come here hoping that you would get money or the recognition of being a surgical god's daughter? Because I can tell you now that it isn't easy."

"Dr. Grey, for my whole life I have been interested in the brain. How it works, why it works the way it does, and how to fix it when it isn't working. I thought it was just a strange thing about me until I asked my mom about my dad and decided to search for him. When I learned that he was a neurosurgeon, I felt like that part of me finally made sense. So, I studied. I studied hard so that one day I could become a great neurosurgeon like him and maybe, one day, I would get to meet him. A couple of years ago was the last time I looked him up and it said that he worked at Grey-Sloan. So I put in my application to do my internship here.

My first day, I get assigned to Dr. Shepherd. You can only imagine my excitement followed by disappointment when the Dr. Shepherd I was assigned to was female. Not that she isn't a great neurosurgeon, because she is, but she wasn't the great that I wanted to meet. I looked him up again last night and found out that he was dead. Then I dug a little deeper, found out what cemetery he was buried at, and then I came here to see his grave.

I don't want anything. I just wanted a chance to meet my father. I'm not even sure if I would have told him that I am his daughter. But I only wanted to meet him."

Dr. Grey takes a deep breath and then looks at me with teary eyes.

"You wouldn't have had to tell him. He would've taken one look at you and known. You look just like him. The curly brown hair, the blue eyes, it's a Shepherd thing. Derek had it, Amelia has it, my children have the blue eyes, and you, you've got both. Derek would have known, maybe not that you were his daughter, but he would've known that you were somehow related to him."

"Can I ask you a question? What was he like?"

"Oh, Eleanor, that's a question that has a very long answer." After a long pause, she starts again.

"Derek was kind and had the typical neurosurgeon arrogance. He was a good husband and a great father. He was the first man that I truly loved."

A small smile graces her face," His mother's maiden name was Maloney. He had four sisters, nine nieces, and five nephews. Maybe more now but he had a lot. He liked coffee ice cream, single-malt scotch, and occasionally a good cigar. He liked to fly fish and he cheated when he did the Sunday crossword puzzles. He never danced in public, for good reason. His favorite novel was The Sun Also Rises, his favorite band was The Clash, and his favorite color was blue, indigo, he didn't like light blue. He had a scar on his forehead from a motorcycle accident. When I met him he lived in a trailer on land that he didn't know what he was going to do with."

I have tears in my eyes after she tells me about him. "My favorite ice cream is coffee. Ever since I was a kid, everyone thought it was weird, but I love it. And I'm a horrible dancer. I tried to do the grinding thing in college, but, it always looked like I was having a mild seizure."

We both lightly chuckle and take a deep, cleansing breath. "Listen, Dr. Grey, I don't want anything. We don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. I'm not totally sure that I want people to know. So, we can just keep this between us, okay?"

"Ok. It can just be between us."

"Thank you for telling me about him." I walk past her and leave the cemetery.