Disclaimer: Just to let you know, I still don't own Grey's yet, or any of the characters.

Now, I am having a Derek point of view for the Bryan smack down, then it comes back to Lyss, for little drabbles on the next week in Lyss's life. You know the pain, torture, tiredness, cause then something else big happens that makes Lyss break down. Hope you, enjoy, I promise Bryan get what he deserves. He he!!!!

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Derek tried to control his anger. He had dropped Lyss of here once before so he knew where he was going. 101,103, 105, that's it, Bryan's house. As he noticed, there were cars in the driveway it made him happy to know his parents would be here to see it. Derek got out of the stalked angrily up to the house. As he rang the doorbell, his hands balled into fists when Bryan answered it.

"What the hell are you doing here Mr. Shepherd, news flash, I broke up with the whore a week ago," he said nonchalantly and tried to close the door. Derek's eyes flared. "By the way, were you looking for her here, cause the bitch hasn't shown up in school, oh wait, you probably sent her to a convent."

"Get your parents," Derek muttered.

"What?"

"YOU HEARD ME I SAID GET YOUR PARENTS!" he said.

"Fine, god." A minute later his parents were at the door, but Bryan was absent.

"Get your son, he needs to be here for this."

"Bryan! Get your ass in here now!" his father called into the room. Bryan grudgingly came to the door.

"Now what is this about Mr. Shepherd?" Bryan's mother asked.

"Did you have any clue that your son got my thirteen year old daughter pregnant?"

"Shit, you weren't supposed to tell them."

"Bryan Jacob......" his parents yelled simultaneously.

"Also, did you know he called my daughter a whore and a bitch, once to her face and now to mine."

"We..." his father began.

"Why deny the truth?"

"Bryan, that's no way to talk, haven't we taught you better," his mother scolded/

"Well, he is clueless to know it was her idea."

"It was not, I am sure of it."

"Everything she did was spite of you."

"Shut up, we worked it out."

"Sure, after you sent her to the convent, right like you care about her."

"She is not at a convent, she doesn't have the baby anymore."

"You made her abort it right."

"Well, you can talk it out, we will be inside, Bryan we are talking to you about this later," his mother said quickly and went inside.

"Use any physical force necessary, he is useless, we won't hold it against you," his father growled and slammed the door. For a brief second Der felt sorry for the kid but he got over it.

"No she lost it."

"She would have been a horrible mother anyway, how could that baby stand living with a bunch of screw ups."

"She lost it because......"

"Your family's a bunch of screw ups, starting with you."

"She lost it because....."

"You should die in a hole."

"She lost it because she has cancer you ungrateful son of a bitch."

"Good I hope she dies." Derek lost it, he had heard enough of his trashing, it was his daughter, his family she was talking about. His knuckles balled into a fist and met Bryan's nose. It was followed by a quick spurt of blood. Bryan returned fire hitting Derek's eye, as Bryan raised his fist again Derek thought it had gone far enough. He caught his fist and twisted his wrist around. With a hard push he sent Bryan flying into the door with a loud bang.

Not bothering to see the damage, he walked away angrily. When he heard Bryan's parents come out he added. "I expect an apology from him for both my daughter and I by the end of this week." He got into his car and drove back home. Derek could see his eye swelling, Mere would make a fuss but he didn't care. Bryan got what he deserved. Derek walked into the house and observed it was quiet. Meredith and Jacob weren't home from the hospital yet.

Derek walked over to the couch and was surprised to see Lyss and Kelsey curled up together sleeping. Even his daughter's who had many fight when they were little made amends because of Lyss's disease. He smiled and looked down at them, the tears that were brimming stung his eye and he looked down to his swollen knuckle. He grimaced as he flexed it. He didn't care, it was worth it. He had to avenge his daughter's despair and disease.

When Mere walked in her eyes immediately went to his hand and eye.

"Derek Shepherd, what the hell did you do?" she exclaimed.

"I went over to Bryan's house, and had a little chat."

"Jacob, go get your father some ice."

"Yes Mom," Jacob said and returned shortly with a bag. Meredith took it from him and told him to go upstairs. Meredith sat down beside Derek at the kitchen table and put the ice to his hand and gently to his eye.

"What were you thinking you silly, silly man," she laughed until he winced at her touch. "Well you deserve it."

"I had to get him back Mere," Derek contradicted.

"I know he caused Lyss pain, but this isn't helping."

"It helped me be at peace, to know my daughter's safe."

"I'm sure it did, I just hope you don't have to pay for what you did."

"Well after I told his parents about the pregnancy, they really didn't care about him. If he wasn't such an asshole, I would actually feel sorry for the kid."

"Derek, oh never mind, what's done is done. By the way, where is Lyss?"

"Mere look on the couch," Derek told her and smiled. She did as he told her and she looked on the couch. Her face broke out into a smile at the adorable scene, tears dampened her face. She turned around as Derek came up next to her ice still on his eye.

"They made up," she whispered.

"Finally."

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Oh my god the pain. The pain was evident in every breath she took, every step she took. It wouldn't stop not matter how much she rested. The chemo, it was unbearable, the chemicals shot off into her body killing everything in sight, not caring if they destroyed the cancer or not. Her immune system felt shot along with her ability to stay awake for more then a half an hour.

You can't forget the nausea, that was the worst part. The reason she had to get up almost every hour. The medicine she took was called anti-nausea. Ha! Anti-nausea my ass, it doesn't work. All it did was make her fall asleep and make her less prone to eat. As if the constant headaches, tiredness, dizziness, and everything else wasn't bad enough.

The week had felt like months. It was only her first week of treatment, and Lyss couldn't handle it. Watching her family try to live their lives while hers was falling apart. She knew theirs was too, but they didn't have cancer, they had a choice.

They didn't have to go through three hours of chemo to prevent yourself from dying. Not to mention, the chemo could possibly just be lengthening her expiration date. They didn't have to lay in bed all the time because they didn't have energy to keep herself up and moving. Although her mom and dad looked on the verge of a breaking point, they didn't have to lean their head over a toilet bowl every hour. She just felt like she was in a bubble. Her family was living in a bubble. Everyone else could live out their lives as Lyss was slowly dying.

She was jealous, jealous everyone else in the world could live, while she waited to die. She hated how she had to sit and wacth while her world fell apart around her.

When she looked at her parents, all she could see was sadness. Their faces had permanent circles underneath their eyes. It was like the life was drained out of them. Her siblings were silently moving around her, as if they could run away from it all. It scared her, she wished she could go back, to when she was healthy. To when she had the energy to do the things she loved.

Field hockey, dancing, singing, acting. The things she used to define herself with.

When she laid in bed or on the couch or in her parents arms she would cry. She wanted to become normal again, not the girl with cancer. In one short week, cancer had ruined her life. She couldn't remember anything, except her new routine.

On the third day get up, drive to the hospital, sit there for three hours while chemicals were pumped into her body, go home, fall asleep. The next day, wake up, go downstairs, sit on the couch, fall asleep, get up and random hours to throw up, go upstairs, fall asleep. Next day, wake up, go downstairs, attempt to eat breakfast, throw up, sleep on the couch, throw up at random points of the day, attempt to eat dinner, throw up, go upstairs, go to sleep. The final day, get up, go downstairs, eat breakfast, be able to hold it for an hour, throw up, sit on the couch, talk with her mom or dad, fall asleep, eat lunch, fall asleep, throw up, eat dinner, throw up, go upstairs, fall asleep. Then she started the cycle over again.

She fell into the routine so easily. Everyone would just sit around and watch her, no one had a life. If it wasn't for needing money, she doesn't even think her parents would leave her. Lyss was painfully aware of the shape she was in. She was ghostly pale, no muscle mass, and as skinny as a stick. If she tried playing field hockey, she wouldn't have been able to hold the stick. If she tried to dance, Lyss probably couldn't have even managed a simple plie.

What everyone noticed was her losing the ability to talk. She used so much energy to do the little daily things she did that talking was too difficult. Not that Lyss could remember anything. She couldn't remember anything. Lyss knew people visited her. Like teachers, friends, and family, but she couldn't remember faces, and who, and what they did.

She felt useless, like a load, and what was the most saddening was that Lyss knew, and had no power to change, was that this was only the beginning. She hasn't even been to the hospital yet for anything other then chemo. She had yet to become anemic, isolated, and the cancer was still undetermined, meaning it could be chemo-resistant. She shuddered at the thought.

Lyss didn't know much of anything, but she did know one thing. If it was chemo-resistant and maybe even it it wasn't, this could be the beginning of the end.

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Something big isn't life threatening, well she has cancer, that's life threatening, but this is something that is big for her. It sends Lyss into a short emotional breakdown and she feels the cancer finally became real. It even goes so far as to yelling at Noah. Sorry this chapter didn't have much Lyss in it, I wanted to show the whole thing with Bryan.

Please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!