Meredith and Mark went back outside, only after the had finished sorting through the paintings. Mark had been a great help to her. He had really put the work into perspective. Showing her what paintings she really could sell, or put in the gallery, and what ones were really too important to her to lose.

Walking hand in hand, much to everyones surprise, who had watched Mark go off in a huff, they returned to where Aunt Lisa was still sitting with Katie, but now joined by Addie, Pete and Uncle Greg. It seemed as though Wilson was having a very big conversation with Derek about a trial that had been proposed to him by Meredith. Of course Uncle Jimmy would be on Meredith's side.

"Now these are the paintings that we have chosen that we are willing to give the gallery." Meredith told Auntie Lisa. "The others in this folio, at the moment are not available. Of course that decision will be under review once i start painting again." Meredith said with a smile.

"Your going to paint again?" Asked Katie with a big grin.

Meredith nodded, and Mark put his arm around her pulling her close. "Yeah, i think i will do a fair bit, especially now that you have reminded me just how much i miss it."

Uncle Greg shook his head. "So your going to go back to being covered in paint from head to toe?" he asked with a smirk.

Aunt Lisa elbowed him.

"Yer" Meredith giggled. "But it's not as if the paint is toxic, plus just think of the time i will have with fewer hours at the hospital and maternity leave kicking in."

"So we are sending down your easel?" Aunt Lisa asked.

Meredith nodded.

"I'd think you would look hot covered in paint." Mark whispered causing Meredith to giggle and turn to kiss him.

"Ok, so those are the works?" Pete asked, looking at the paintings meredith had tabbed.

"Yer" Meredith sighed.

Katie yanked the folio out of Petes hands and began to look to see which ones Meredith and Mark had chosen.

"Mer" Katie sighed when she stopped on the last one she had chosen. It was the view of dusk from the summer house steps. "Are you sure you want to get rid of this?" she asked, flashing the painting to the others.

Meredith nodded. "Yeah why?" she asked.

"Well you painted that the last summer we had before.. before... before mom got diagnosed with Alzheimers." Katie said.

Meredith could see that Katie had an obvious emotional attachment to the picture. "It was one of the last one's you painted before you got cut off from us."

Meredith looked at Mark, he could see the sadness in her eyes.

Mark lowered his head and kissed her softly. "You can always choose another." he told her, knowing exactly what she was thinking.

"How about you have that one then, and you can pick one to put forward in it's place." Meredith suggested.

Katie looked up in shock. "You sure Mer?" she asked. Tears were pooling in her eyes.

"Katie, sweetie your my little sister. I'm sure. It's your memory too." she told her as she moved to her and put her arm around her.

Katie leaned back into Meredith's touch.

Derek and Wilson and a few of the other Shepherds made their way over to see what was going on. They slowly gathered to watch as Katie flicked through the folio of artwork.

They ohh'd and ahh'd at the different paintings until Katie came to a stop. "What about this one?" she asked.

Meredith shook her head , "No" she said firmly, "anything else but that one."

Katie looked at her shocked. As did everyone else mind you.

"Choose another Katie, That one is not going." she said before she turned away from the group.

Mark looked at her with worry, and Katie turned to Lisa, both of their faces riddled with concern.

"That's one of the only ones i dont know the story to." she told them.

That fact intrigued Mark, and left him wanting to know more.

He turned and walked to where Meredith was sitting by the pool. He sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her. "Are you going to tell me?" he asked her quietly.

She leant into his shoulder. She could hear the whispers of everybody else.

"That painting... that painting represents everything my mother was to me." she told him. "She wasn't present when i went to sleep, she never tucked me in. But she was there when she thought that i was asleep. Pulling up the blankets and making sure i was warm. Loving me, in the only way that she knew how." she told him.

Mark sighed and held her close. "Why doesn't katie know?" He asked her as he kissed her softly on the head.

"Because she was never like that with her." Meredith sighed and remained in Mark's arms. She knew it woudn't be long before they would be offered another painting, another memory that she would have to consider loosing.

The thought made her shiver, causing Mark to pull her closer to him once more.