A/N: I didn't write it in the previous chapter, but a couple of weeks have passed since the bar/sleepover scene. Derek and Mark are friends again and Addison has managed to get the entire hospital staff to like her. Lucy is going to kindergarten.

"Mrs Johnson, you have to understand, this is a very risky procedure." Mark couldn't believe he was saying this. Protocol sucked. He was, after all, one of the most sought after plastic surgeons in the US and Burke was one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons he'd ever met. But he had to play advocate of the devil, because malpractice suits were worse than protocol and unhappy people liked to blame their problems on everyone else.

"If you don't do it now, you'll probably have to operate on me later, right?"

"Yes Ma'am. Your burns are two severe and there is always a chance of infections, which can lead to the need to amputate." Not so much advocate of the devil anymore and he was even telling the truth.

"I'm sure. Where do I sign?"

"Good, then Dr Yang here will get you prepped for surgery and we will see you in the OR."

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"Pink mist. Never thought I'd actually see it again."

Izzie looked up from her chart at the patient.

"Excuse me?"

The man ignored her and continued talking. "I was talking to this couple when we were waiting for the senator and then I went back to my wife and then pink mist."

"Mr Girond?"

His eyes met with hers. "Pink mist. It's what they call bomb victims when they explode. That's all that's left of them. Pink mist." He closed his eyes.

"Do you know why I was there?"

"No sir." Izzie answered to his, what she assumed to be hypothetical question, he was going to tell her anyway.

"I used to be a republican, you know, but Obama is the only one who opposed the war from the beginning. I don't agree with him on a lot, but that war is wrong. You should've seen the looks on those kids' faces when we came into their village. As if we were monsters. They're not terrorists, Dr Stevens."

Izzie kept silent. She had no clue what to say and she had a feeling he was not finished.

"And then you come home and you don't sleep at night and you're wife asks what's wrong and you can't tell her. So they send you to a shrink, 'he's specialized in Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, he'll help you'. But he hadn't been there, he had no clue."

"Mr Girond, I am obliged to ask you if you'd like to see a psychologist." Izzie smiled apologetically at the man and to her surprise, he smiled back.
"No, thank you."

"I have the results from your labs here and it seems the surgery has gone very well. We're just going to keep you overnight for observation and you'll probably be discharged tomorrow."

"That's great news."

"Yes, it is Mr Girond, that is some great news."

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"Addison!"

Addison was standing at the nurses desk, informing Debbie of yet another casualty. She turned around and smiled at the worried woman.

"Where is she, Addison, I need to see her."

Addison hugged the woman. "Come on, I'll take you to her."

"You had no idea how scared we were. I knew she was there and her phone kept going on voicemail and she's a bright girl, she would've called."

"I know, honey, I know."

"I just, I wouldn't survive if something happened to Rory, you know."

"Did you come here alone?"

"No, Luke's coming on the next flight, there was only one place left on mine."

"What about Chris?"

"Couldn't reach him, I left a message on his cell what had happened and that I was coming here."

"He's probably on his way."

Lorelai sighed. "I hope so."

Addison put her arm around her friend as they walked out of the elevator.

"Are you ready to go in?" Addison asked, stopping in front of Rory's door.

Lorelai swallowed her tears and nodded as Addison let her in.

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"His mom died five minutes after he cried his lungs out for the first time." George told Meredith as they stared at the baby in the incubator. Normally they'd look at babies together to feel better, but this was hardly making her feel better.

"What about the father?"

"He didn't even make it to the ambulance. Grandparents are all dead."

"Does he at least have a name?"

"Not yet. Baby Narbinsky."

"We should name him. I mean, not officially, but we have to give him a name."

"What about Adam?"

"Perfect." Meredith put her hand in the incubator and stroked the baby's stomach. "Welcome to the world Adam Narbinsky."

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"Hey."

"Hey."

Addison squeezed Derek's hand as they watched Lorelai approach her daughter.

"She looks so tiny."

"The MRI showed a subdural hematoma so we"

"Derek, please, I don't, she's alive, you don't have to explain what you did. You saved her, she's going to be fine."

Derek nodded.

"Could you guys, leave me alone with her for a while?"

"Of course hun." Addison answered, kissing her friend on the head.

"Lorelai, she'll be waking up soon. She probably won't know where she is. Try and keep her calm. Let the nurse page one of us if you need anything, all right, anything at all."

"Thanks Derek."

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"Uncle Mark!"

Mark turned around, frowning why a child's voice would be calling out his name and more importantly, calling him uncle. Only the kids of the Shepherd sisters called him that and they couldn't be here.

He turned around just in time to pick up Lucy, who was running towards him followed by Adèle. "Hey, kiddo."

He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride that she called him uncle. "I slept over at aunt Adèle's yesterday and today it's the weekend so I don't have to go to school!"

"Wow." Mark grinned at the girl's enthusiasm, she was way too energetic for this time of day, especially after the night the hospital had seen.

"Have you seen my mommy and daddy?"

"I'll take her to them." Adèle offered.

"It's okay, you go find the Chief, I'll take her."

"Thank you."

As they watched Adèle walk away, Mark put Lucy on his hip. Sure, she was big enough to walk, but it was a lot easier to have a conversation with her without having to look down all the time.

"So, how's kindergarten treating you?"

The child's face lit up, as if she'd been waiting for that question. "Lots and lots of fun! Except for the boys, boys are stupid."

Mark frowned. "I'm a boy."

Lucy giggled. "But you're a big boy. Only small boys are stupid."

"Don't tell your father that."

"Why not?" Mark chose not to answer that question, as it would inevitably lead to more questions and answers which would probably get him in trouble with Derek and Addison.

"So, why are boys stupid?"

"Because yesterday I drew a picture and I signed my name under it and Jason said I wrote my name wrong 'cause he has a sister and she writes it different. And then I went to Miss Ann and she told me I was not writing my name wrong, just different. So boys are stupid."

"Have you ever considered that maybe not all boys are stupid?" Mark tried.

The girl shook her head. "All boys are stupid."

Mark gave up and sighed. He set her down when they stepped into the elevator. "Can I press the button?"

"Fourth floor, Lucy."

"Fourth floor." The girl repeated as she pressed the button, which she could only reach by standing on her toes.

For the first time in a long while, a nurse actually smiled at Mark Sloan again. He smirked, it was beyond his control. Hanging out with his almost-goddaughter was proving not only fun, but useful.

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"Hey Rory, babe I need you to wake up now."

Lorelai looked at her daughter, supposedly all grown up, but she looked so fragile.

"Your dad just sent me a message that he was on his way."

Tears were streaming down her face. "God, Rory, I'm talking to you like you're in a coma and Derek said you were going to wake up soon."

Lorelai felt her daughter's hands move, but only slightly. Her eyes didn't move though.

"I thought I'd lost you when I saw the news. Emily called me. I was at the Inn. God if Addison hadn't called, I'd still be worrying and you're not dead."

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"Is that Mark Sloan.."

"running around with the Shepherd kid." Cristina finished Callie's sentence.

"And he actually seems to enjoying himself." Callie really couldn't believe her eyes.

"Maybe McSteamy isn't the manwhore we thought him to be."

Callie sighed. "If only."

"I hear he's not sleeping around anymore, he's apparently screwing one woman exclusively."

Callie felt herself blush. "Really?"

"Yeah, I read it on Joe's blog, but he wouldn't say who it was. Said he was surprised though." Cristina eyed the resident suspiciously.

"What?"

"You're sleeping with him, aren't you."

"I'm.." Callie sighed, Cristina wasn't even her friend, well, they got along, but still. "Yeah, it's me, but if you tell anyone, I'll break your legs."

"What about Meredith?" Cristina took her threat seriously, if anyone could break her legs, it was Callie Torres, but this was too big news, she had to be able to talk to someone about this.

"Is Grey someone?"

"But she's my person."

"Okay, you can tell her, but only her. I don't want the whole hospital knowing. And if they do, I know where to find you."

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A/N: So this chapter's not finished yet, but since it's already longer than my usual chapters, I'll post it already… This chapter had a lot of McSteamy, 'cause I really like him, 'cause he's McSteamy…

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