A/N: New chapter!!! And hopefully they'll keep on coming!!! The song that they're singing is Mary, Did You Know? It's kind of obvious, but yeah. I don't own it or anything.

Disclaimer: Don't own Grey's or the Christmas songs.

"So, do you like it?"

"Izzie would be jealous," answered Meredith. "Oh my…and they did this all by themselves?" She touched the Christmas tree. "You'd think that it was planned months in advance."

"I love it," said Brianna happily. "It reminds me of home."

"You miss it, don't you?"

"Yeah," said Brianna sadly. "I actually got a call from my mom this morning. She's not going to be here for Christmas. I knew that she probably wasn't, but the possibility…I don't know."

"I'm sorry," said Meredith. "It sucks, your mom not being here for Christmas."

Brianna looked at her. "I feel worse for you. You've had to do it for a long time, huh?"

"I get used to it. Not completely, but it's not a good thing to do either way. Stay close to your mom, if you can. The attachment to her never really goes away."

"Thanks, Meredith. You should go. I'm not sure how Addison would feel about you in here."

"Yeah," said Meredith regretfully. She looked around. "I'm not a Christmas person…"

"Why?" interrupted Brianna.

Meredith just looked at her.

"I love Christmas," said Brianna. "I love the songs and how everyone…everyone's on their best behavior or something. We pretend there's magic. It's just pretend, but everyone's pretending, so it's almost real."

"I only like depressing Christmas songs."

"No Deck the Halls for you?"

"Heck no!" said Meredith. She got up and walked to the door. "Hang in there."

"You too," said Brianna. Meredith walked out the door.

Brianna sat in front of the Christmas tree thinking about what Meredith had said. She began to hum.

"Mary, did you know

That your baby boy

Would someday walk on water?

Mary, did you know

That your baby boy

Would save our sons and daughters?"

She couldn't pinpoint the exact point in when she stopped humming and started singing, but it became clear to her that she was singing when she caught the sound of her voice…

"Did you know

That your baby boy

Has come to make you new?"

…singing along with another.

"The child you delivered

Would soon deliver you?"

Brianna whirled around to see her aunt behind her. She paused for a fraction of a second, feeling only a little embarrassed. Addison gave her a small nod before singing:

"Mary did you know

That your baby boy

Would give sight to a blind man?"

Brianna smiled a little before singing back:

"Mary, did you know

That your baby boy

Would calm a storm with his hands?"

There was another pause and they finished together.

"Did you know

That your baby boy

Has walked where angels trod?

When you kissed the little baby

You kissed the face of God?"

Addison laughed. "Your mother told me that you had a good voice, but I didn't know that you were that good."

"I didn't even know that you could sing," said Brianna. Addison sat down beside her and looked at the tree.

"There's something about that tree…I can't put my finger on it…"

"Something familiar?" asked Brianna, wondering just what Addison would do if she did find out.

Addison crawled toward the tree and reached into it, searching for something between the branches. Brianna shrugged and went to change.

"What do you want to wear?"

Addison shrugged. "I'll take whatever. Go find me something." She was engrossed in the tree.

Brianna went and found herself black camisole and green sweater combo to wear with jeans. She found Addison a white sweater and some Uggs.

Realizing that she hadn't heard anything from Addison in a while, she turned to see Addison sitting beside the tree, silently looking down at what appeared to be a small dove figurine. It didn't look like an ornament, but it was obviously resting in the tree.

"Found something?" asked Brianna.

Addison looked up. "What? Oh, nothing," she said, getting up to grab the clothes. "Give me a minute, okay?"

"Sure," said Brianna. The second the bathroom door closed, Brianna put one hand on her forehead. "She knows."

"I know," said Alex, before Bailey opened her mouth. "You want me out of here."

"Page George O'Malley," said Bailey. "You need to go to Dr. Shepherd."

"That's where I was supposed to go in the first place."

"I know," said Bailey. "Dr. Shepherd was in surgery. Now, are you going to sit here all day asking me repetitive questions or do as I say?"

Alex hurried off to find Dr. Shepherd already with his patient.

"Can you move your fingers, Mr…"

"Mr. King," answered the man. "Balthasar King."

"The third King," muttered Alex. "How ironic."

"What was that, Karev?" asked Derek.

"Nothing," said Alex.

"Do you remember anything about what happened, Mr. King?" asked Alex.

"Please," said the man in a calm, almost musical voice. "Call me Balthasar. Or Balty. Call me Balty."

Derek and Alex exchanged a look before going back to Balthasar…uh, Balty."

"My brother Caspar decided that we could use some bonding time. He wanted us to go horse riding. I had a feeling that it was more for his benefit, so I agreed, even though I had planned a wonderful day of relaxation and taken the day off from work. I run a car dealership."

"You run that one by Mayberry?" asked Derek, shining a light into Balty's eyes.

"That's the one," answered Balty. "Anyway, he wanted to go horse riding, so I decided to go. I took my horse, Epiphany. It wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, I ride often, but Caspar's horse spooked by this sudden bright light. It was kind of a domino effect," he sighed. "Are my brothers here? Our horses?"

"Yes," answered Derek. "Your brothers are under the care of Dr. Torres and Dr. Bailey, and they are in good hands. Could you wiggle your toes?"

Balty looked down at his toes. "Now, that seems to be a problem. I'm moving both. But the left side doesn't seem to be doing anything, huh? Strange."

"Are you always this laid back?" asked Alex.

"Karev!" said Derek.

"It's alright," said Balty. "It's quite like me to take things in stride. What's the worst that could happen, you know? Like these toes of mine."

"We'll try to figure out what's wrong," said Derek. "Karev, I'm going to need to schedule that CT."

"His other two brothers are also scheduled," said Alex, "but I can get him in after that."

"Alright," said Derek. "It's settled. Do you need anything?" he asked Balty.

"I would like a pillow," he said. "My neck is killing me."

There was another exchanged look between Alex and Derek. This was definitely an eccentric patient.

"Well, Dr. Karev will see to it that all your needs are answered."

"Thank you kindly, Dr. Shepherd," said Balty. "I have a feeling that we're going to be very close friends."

All three smiled at each other with varying degrees of sincereness.

"O'Malley, good, you're here. This is Melchior. He seems to have small rocks embedded in his skin, and a couple of small twigs. Keep an eye on him."

"Thank you, Dr. Bailey." George was happy. It was a good case to keep his mind off everything that was going on with him.

"Don't thank me," said Dr. Bailey, before stalking out of the room.

"Isn't Christmas just wonderful?" asked Melchior semi-sarcastically. "Now I have to spend it in a hospital."

"You're Melchior King?"

"That's my name. Don't wear it out," he quipped. "Looks like it's your lucky day. You don't look like you're having such a great day either."

"Can I ask you a question, then?"

"Shoot away, sonny boy."

"Why do you have the name 'Melchior'?"

"You've heard of my brothers, O'Malley? I would think that that was obvious. I was born to cutesy parents. God rest their souls." He looked toward heaven.

"You're Christian?"

"Catholic," he answered.

"Why don't you like Christmas?"

"To tell you the truth," Melchior said, "I don't really know."

Mark walked by Meredith and Christina on the way out. "Grey, Yang," he greeted.

"So, McSteamy," called Meredith from behind him. "When are you planning on telling Dr. Montgomery that you decorated her room?"

He stopped and turned around. "She'll find out."

"And then what?" It was Christina. Mark glared at her. "Oh, so only the dirty mistresses are allowed to talk? Come on. Seriously?"

Mark shrugged. "I don't know. I just felt like cheering her up is all. How's Dr. Burke?"

Christina looked at him as to ask why he cared.

"It's the holidays," he sighed.

"He's…everything and nothing," said Christina.

"Bree wants me to stop by tonight. I swear she's planning something."

"You just realized?" asked Meredith.

"Since when does he get to call her Bree?" asked Christina.

There was a silence, in which Mark looked around at the two interns. "Well, I think we have definitely succeeded in confusing ourselves. So, until next time."

"Bye," chorused the interns, before looking at each other.

"Let's just…" started Meredith.

"Forget it," said Christina.

"It was just so…" said Meredith again.

"Incredibly weird," finished Christina.

"No, that was weird," said Meredith.

"Let's go," said Christina. "We're off in half an hour anyway. I swear this hospital possesses me."

"Wow," exclaimed Brianna, walking into the diner. "It's so…bubble gum in here!"

"Wait until you see the waiters and waitresses dance," said Addison. She took a seat in a booth. Brianna followed. After ordering a burger each, Brianna zoned out, smiling slightly as three waiters danced to Stayin' Alive.

"You alright?" asked Addison after a little while. "You seem to be a little quiet tonight."

"Mom's not coming home for Christmas."

"I'm sorry," said Addison, looking down.

"Don't be," said Brianna. "Staying here with you is not torture at all. It's kind of nice to not be in the middle of the drama."

"Instead, you watch it from the stands," grinned Addison. "I'd tell you to tell me something I don't know, but I am about to eat, so I won't do it."

"A smart choice," Brianna said, her eyes just as intense, joking with Addison. "You've been thinking most of the time we've been here also. So come on, let's hear it."

"I know who decorated my hotel room," said Addison bluntly.

Brianna couldn't stop herself. Her face twitched.

"You knew before I did," said Addison, shocked. "Well, I can't tell you anything else."

"Why?"

"I need to deal with this," she said simply, and Brianna knew the conversation was done. At that moment, their food was brought, along with some milkshakes – chocolate for both girls. They were rather hungry, and didn't talk again until they were finished eating.

"Are you going to confront him about it?" asked Brianna.

"Didn't I JUST finish telling you that I wouldn't say anything else?"

"I just need to know."

"Why?"

"Well…number one, I stay in the room. If you do decide to talk there…there's no way you're doing it at work. Well, I guess you could, but I'd still need to know so I know where to clear out of."

"I'll take care of it," said Addison, taking the check that was placed onto the table and putting her platinum card in it. While it was being processed, Addison suggested that they walk around the streets outside.

"I'd like that," smiled Brianna. When they had gotten their check, they headed outside.

"So," said Addison, putting her arm around Brianna, "have you heard anything about your dad?"

"I don't know," answered Brianna, leaning against Addison. "She didn't say much about him. She said that they weren't far from where they were last time, and that it was complicated."

"I hate when she says that," said Addison. "No offense, but I wish she did try to explain. I barely know what's going on."

"Would you call her for me?"

"I could do that."

"Thanks," said Brianna. "This whole thing is really weird."

"You haven't seen weird."

"True enough."

They paused and looked at the nice lighting by a fountain. The water changed color about every ten seconds.

"So," said Addison, "if I told you that I needed the room to myself tonight, what would you do?"

Brianna looked at Addison. "Seriously?"

"I'm going to talk to him. That's all," she said.

Brianna grinned. "I'd need somewhere to stay. Hide out. Actually, I wouldn't mind you just putting me somewhere for the night. I don't know where, though."

"I could just…stay with someone else." She looked up at Addison.

Addison stared back, a you-aren't-seriously-thinking-what-I-think-you're-thinking kind of stare. She grudgingly pulled out her cell phone.

"Meredith!" called Derek, running to catch up with her in the hallway.

"Hey," said Meredith. "What's up?"

"I need you to do me a bit of a favor."

"I'm listening."

"Apparently, Addison needs Brianna to stay with me tonight. Seeing as she made me swear not to let her stay in my trailer…"

"She's going to stay with me?" asked Meredith. "That's fine. I hope you told her to send her right over."

"Is something going on here that I don't know about?"

"In time," said Meredith simply. "You off now?"

"Yeah," said Derek. "What about you?"

"Yeah," said Meredith. "Take me home? Sitting hurts too much."

"Thanks, guys," said Brianna. "I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," said Meredith. "You're welcome here any time. You can sleep on the couch, if that's alright with you."

"That's perfectly fine," smiled Brianna. "I just need a ride back in the morning. You know, for my stuff."

"I'll give you a ride back," said Derek. "I have to be there early anyway. I don't mind."

"Thanks," said Brianna, hugging Derek quickly.

"Brianna? Come help me! I'm making cookies!" hollered Izzie.

"Duty calls," smiled Brianna.

"Hey guys," said George. "I'm heading over to meet Callie at Joe's. I'll see you later."

Meredith turned around, surprised but happy. "What made you change your mind?"

"I'm not changing my mind," said George. "I'm going for drinks with Callie."

"Alright," smiled Meredith. "I'll see you when I see you."

"Was the tiniest of grins I saw?" asked Derek, wrapping his arms around her.

"I think so," said Meredith, leaning in to kiss him.

"Derek! Meredith! If you think you're getting out of this, you're SO wrong!" Izzie yelled.

In the next chapter: What exactly happens when Addison confronts Mark? What is up with George and Callie? Do these 3 Kings have a purpose? And what in the world possesses the Chief to have a hospital Christmas party?

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