"You look familiar," a man said to Owen as he stepped into the exam room.

Owen looked at the chart, Max McRae, "Mr. McRae I'm doctor Owen Hunt, I'm a trauma surgeon. What brings you in today?"

"I got caught between my daughter's horse and the stable wall before it kicked me in the stomach," Mr. McRae replied, "Owen Hunt. I knew an Owen Hunt years ago. You're evelyn's son."

"You're Nicole's father," Owen replied.

"How is she," Mr. McRae asked.

"You walked out when she was five months old you don't get to know," Owen hissed, "she's 18 now."

"She's not that old," Mr. McRae said, "I want to see her."

"No," Owen replied, "she's taking midterms today."

"Mid terms," Mr. McRae said, "what is she studying?"

"None of your business," Owen snapped, "you chose not to be her father the minute you turned your back on her and mom. You didn't even have the decency to pay child support."

"Hunt," Richard beckoned, "I'll send Bailey for this."

"Yes sir," Owen replied and followed Richard.

"Who is that," Richard asked.

"Nicole's biological father. He left before she was six months old," Owen said, "Nikki doesn't know him. She doesn't even have a photo."

"You're the only male role model your sister has had," Richard observed.

"I am," Owen said, "Nikki and I talk most days now. Riggs was around at times because he was engaged to Meghan when Meghan disappeared."

"How is she doing," Richard asked, genuinely concerned.

"She really likes her classes at UW," Owen said, "dancing is hard physically and mentally. I think we'll see her switch her focus."

"What would she switch to," Richard asked, "she was pretty determined to dance."

"She's mentioned majoring in math," Owen said, "she loves numbers."

"Medicine after," Richard asked.

"Not likely," Owen said, "she hates anatomy and biology. I think its poor teaching and trying not to be like me. She doesn't want to be compared so she purposely does her own thing that is very opposite to what I do."

"College as a math major won't be easy," Richard said.

"She really likes math," Owen said, "she said numbers just make sense."

"How's recovery going," Richard asked.

"No complaints for the abdominal injuries that she's told me," Owen said, "she's followed up with Bailey a couple times and Riggs has followed up to make sure there was no damage to her heart from the arrest in her first surgery and 6 months out it looks good. Teddy and Riggs aren't worried. It's still rehabbing her left leg. She's been dancing six weeks and still calls Teddy or I in tears after every class from the pain."

"Do we need someone here to call it," Richard asked.

"Maybe Torres or you," Owen said, "it's not working but she won't admit it. She could hardly put weight on it last night."

"I'll have Torres bring her in for an appointment," Richard said.

"No need," Owen replied, "she's coming after her chem lab today. Follow up with Torres and physio. I promised ice cream."

"She needs her brother," Richard said.

"She does," Owen replied, "our mom is older and doesn't always understand being 18 now. Teddy and I are closer in age so we mentor her as much as she wants us to. She's talking to Teddy about boys and me about school. I should call my mom and tell her Nikki's sperm donor is here."

"Owen what's wrong," Evelyn answered her phone.

"Max McRae is in this hospital," Owen growled, "Nikki has a follow up with Torres at 3:30 she asked me to go to."

"I'll come," Evelyn said.

"I can keep Nikki safe from him," Owen said, "there's no reason they need to meet."

"It's her biological father," Evelyn said, "she stopped questioning years ago but she should have the choice."

"He was never her father," Owen hissed, "I was there more for her at 17 then Max was her whole life."

"I know this makes you angry Owen," Evelyn said, "you can't let him make you mad. Owen don't go there. Walk away."

"Another surgeon is dealing with Max," Owen confirmed.

"Good," Evelyn said.

At 3:30 Owen met Nikki to walk her to physio wanting the few minutes to catch up.

"Why do you have the Owl look on your face," Nikki asked.

"I don't," Owen countered.

"You do," Nikki said, "what's bugging you?"

"Your biological father is here," Owen said, "he recognized me. Luckily you were just an infant he won't know you."

"Does he want to see me," Nikki asked looking panicked.

"He asked but it's your choice," Owen replied, "we can go together, you can wait for mom, ask Teddy to go with you or do nothing. You don't have to do anything other then see Torres and physio if you want to just go home or get our ice cream after it's your choice."

"Can I see what he looks like with out having to talk," Nikki asked.

"Let me figure that out while your in physio," Owen said, "you know you look like mom and you have the same red hair as Meg."

"Why isn't your hair as red," Nikki asked.

"It's shorter so it doesn't look as red," Owen replied, "if I let it grow it would be."

"Is it weird that I want to see my dad," Nikki asked, "I know he's never really been my dad but I want to know what he looks like."

"Me, mom, Teddy, Nathan who do you want to go with you," Owen asked.

"You and Teddy," Nikki said, "I don't think it's fair to mom."

"Teddy and I will be there," Owen said.

"I should go to get my X-rays done," Nikki said, "I know how to get there."

"I have time," Owen said.

They walked to X-ray chatting happily about Allison and Nikki's classes. They waited for the X-ray and Nikki grudgingly let them take it and manipulate her joints to full extension with tears in her eyes.

Evelyn joined them in callies office.

"Nikki I don't like the inflammation in the ankle," Callie scolded.

"It hurts," Nikki admitted.

"How much are you dancing," Callie asked.

"Two hours four days a week," Nikki said, "I used to do 4 to 6 hours a day 6 days a week."

"Nikki, looking at the X-ray and the range of motion it's not safe for you to dance like that," Callie said, "I'm pulling the plug on this. Nikki you're not dancing. I'll give you the forms to take to the ballet company. This injury is too severe."

"I have to dance," Nikki sobbed, "I have to do it for Corrina and Sydney. I have to for the three of us."

"Nikki if you keep dancing on this ankle you'll risk your ability to walk," Callie said.

"There has to be something you can do," Nikki begged.

"There's not," Callie apologize, "I wish we were having a different meeting. I'm really sorry Nikki."

Nikki collapsed on the exam table in gulping sobs.

"I know darling," Evelyn soothed, sitting on one side of her.

"The pain and swelling can stop now squirt," Owen said, "you're not going to be limping after every class."

"I don't know what else to do," Nikki balwed.

"We'll help you figure it out," Evelyn said, "not today, maybe not even this week but we will help you. I know you feel like everything is falling appart. We'll take this weekend stay home, wallow, eat all the ice cream and pizza you want."

Nathan slipped in to join them.

"Torre's part didn't go well," Nathan asked.

Owen shook his head sadly.

"I have good news," Nathan said, "on my end everything looks great squirt. I'm releasing you from my care."

"Doesn't fix that I can't dance," Nikki sobbed.

"I know it doesn't," Nathan agreed.

"I want to dance," Nikki cried.

"I'm sorry," Nathan said.

"There's nothing we can do to release the tendon to give you full extension without risking snapping it," Callie said, "we can't do it. It's not safe. You can walk and run."

"But I want to dance," Nikki roared.

"I know," Owen said, "I want you to. I'll join you and mom with the pouting weekend. You can scream, cry, yell at us or hit me as much as you want if it makes you feel better."

"What can I do," Nikki asked, "I'm not good at anything sles."

"You'll figure it out," Evelyn said, "you'll go try things and do different things until you find what you're passionate about."

"Not medicine," Nikki said.

"Not that," Owen agreed, "you've said you don't like it before."

"We should give Dr. Torres her office back and you to physio," Evelyn said.

"I don't want to," Nikki whined, "there's no point."

"You still need to get as much mobility as possible," Callie said, "we could look again in three months and see if the tendon is releasing with less stress on it but no dancing."

"What can I do," Nikki whined.

"Swim, yoga, pilates," Callie suggested, "walk, ride your bike."

"Physio before you're late," Evelyn said, "I'll walk with you."

"I don't want to," Nikki complained.

"Not a choice," Evelyn said, "either you walk on your own or your brother will carry you kicking and screaming."

"I'm going," Nikki pouted, getting off the exam table, "on my own."

"Still up for ice cream," Owen asked.

"Sure," Nikki mumbelled.

"See you in an hour," Owen said.

Evelyn turned to Owen, "we need you and Teddy home this weekend. She's going to lose it. They just took her whole vision of her future away."

"They did," Owen agreed, "I think I can soften the blow a little."

"How," Evelyn asked.

"She asked me to help her look into majoring in math," Owen said, "I had just printed all the information last night."

"Distract with school," Evelyn asked, "why would she go to you?"

"She wanted my help mom," Owen said, "she called me. She didn't ask Teddy or for Teddy she wanted me."

"In two years from hiding and hating you to asking for your help. Owen, you've really stepped up to connect with and help Nikki," Evelyn said, "I know it wasn't easy for you and you had to flex a lot for her. I'm proud of you. You're a different man since you came home."

"Thanks," Owen mumbelled.

"You're a good man," Evelyn praised.

"Thanks mom," Owen said hugging Evelyn.

"Hunt," Richard called, "I need you to consult on Max McRae."

"Coming," Owen said.

"Owen you're not 17 anymore," Evelyn said, "you can do this."

"Mr. McRae," Owen greeted entering the room.

"Get him out of here," Mr. McRae snapped.

"Dr. Hunt is our chief of trauma surgery," Richard said.

"Trauma surgery," Mr. McRae snaped, "he's a good for nothing bastard who couldn't even protect his little sisters. He shouldn't even be a doctor."

"That was 18 almost 19 years ago," Owen snapped.

"Hunt," RIchard warned, "look at the chart."

"He's not surgical," Owen said.

"Why the hell are you here," Mr. McRae bullied.

"Max I am not the 16 year old kid you could push around," Owen said, "you turned your back on my mom and sister. They are just fine without you."

"You bloody bastard," Mr. McRae shouted, "why are you here?"

"I am the chief of trauma surgery," Owen replied, "all trauma patients are my responsibility. Your abdominal injuries are not surgical but you are showing cardiac factors. Dr. Altman will be in to see you tomorrow. If you'll excuse me I need to pick up my daughter from daycare."

"You're a fucking father," Mr. McRae sneared, "you wouldn't even hold your baby sister. You didn't touch Nicole unless we made you."

"Sir," RIchard warned, "you have not seen the current relationship between Dr. Hunt and his sister."

"I am not having this conversation now," Owen said, "I am late to get my daughter."

Owen walked out of the room with Richard on his heels.

"Hunt," RIchard asked, "are you okay?"

"Not here sir," Owen replied, "I really have to get Allison then take her home for a bit before Teddy gets off."

"What was he saying about Nikki," Richard asked.

"I wasn't thrilled when Nikki was born," Owen replied, "but that doesn't change how I feel about her now. Nikki is going through a hard time, she won't dance again and right now I need to take Allison home before Teddy is off then spend some time after dinner with Nikki."

"Go be with your daughter Hunt," RIchard said.

"Call me if you need me," Owen said.

"We will," Richard replied.

Owen caught up with Teddy outside the OR.

"I know I'm late," Owen said.

"You've had a hard day," Teddy said looking at him.

"Torres pulled the plug," Owen said, "Nikki won't dance. Her father is in the hospital and needs a cardio consult."

"Are you taking Allison home," Teddy asked, "I have another couple hours."

"I am," Owen said, "we'll get dinner started. Any requests?"

"Pasta," Teddy said.

"Okay," Owen replied.

"Thank you," Teddy smiled, giving him a quick hug and kiss.

Teddy walked into Mr. McRae's room, "I'm dr Altman the chief of cardio surgery."

"How well do you know Owen Hunt," Mr. McRae asked.

Teddy replied, "we've worked together for 7 or 8 years."

"What do you know about his sisters," Mr. McRae pressed.

"I know both of them well," Teddy answered, "I do need to do your exam and then order some tests. Dr. Yang will be in to do your tests and I will see you tomorrow."

"Dr. Altman," Mr. McRae asked, "if you know Owen's sisters can you tell me about Nicole."

"With confidentiality I can't," Teddy said.

"Nicole is my daughter," mr McRae snapped, "you have to tell me."

"She's 18," Teddy said, "without her written consent I can not discuss her."

"That son of a bitch told you not to say anything didn't he," Mr McRae snapped.

"I will not violate HIPPA by discussing Nicole," Teddy said, "it is illegal."

"Just do your tests then and get out," Mr. McRae snapped.

"I will order the tests and send my resident to do them," Teddy stated, "I will have all of your results and schedule you for surgery tomorrow."

"Surgery," Mr McRae gasped.

"Yes," Teddy declared, "your preliminary scans show you need stents and a pacemaker. I will look at all the results in the morning and have you in surgery by the end of the week. I will see you tomorrow Mr McRae."

Teddy walked towards the nurses station and saw Nikki.

"Hey squirt," Teddy said making sure to use the nickname Nikki barely tolerated, "how are you holding up?"

"That was a tough day," Nikki admitted, "why are you making that face."

"Come here," Teddy commanded, grabbing Nikki by the elbow and pulling her into the attendings lounge.

"Teddy what is it," Nikki asked as the door closed.

"Your father is here," Teddy replied, "I just walked out of his room. You are not to come down the cardio hallway to look for me and Nate after physio until I tell you. Owen and your mom don't want you near your dad alone. We don't know if he'll recognize you or not."

"I was 5 months old when he left," Nikki said, "I was just a baby."

"I know," Teddy said, "and I know your day was hard."

"Teddy I can't dance," Nikki sobbed, "what do I do?"

"This weekend you stay home and cry about it, do your homework," Teddy said, "on Monday you get up and go to school. You keep talking to that Jeff guy that you need to tell me more about."

"After the next week," Nikki asked, "I don't know who I am if I can't dance. It's like Dr. Torres took away half of me."

"Then you try different things," Teddy said, "this semester focus on school you like that."

"I've talked to Owen about majoring in math," Nikki said, "but I don't know it sounds really dorky. No guy will date a math major."

"You're talking to a surgeon Nikki," Teddy said, "I was a huge nerd in school, so was Owen."

"But math," Nikki said, "what do I even do with it when I'm done."

"Try different things," Teddy suggested, "at 18 I didn't know I wanted to be a doctor, I just like anatomy classes and biology. I was 19 when I decided on medicine and 21 before I applied to med school. I didn't settle on surgery until my last year of med school. You have time. You're replanning now, take your time and find something you love."

"Will mom or Owen be disappointed that I don't want medicine," Nikki asked.

"No," Teddy replied.

"I've let them down by not dancing," Nikki said.

"No you haven't," Teddy promised, "you didn't choose this. You have choices squirt. You are smart and kind. You can choose anything you want. Favourite subjects at school?"

"Math, physics and french," Nikki replied.

"Math and physics," Teddy said, "engineering maybe?"

"What type," Nikki asked.

"Try it," Teddy said, "and french I'm surprised by that."

"It was interesting," Nikki replied, "the patterns and the rules. The language sounds beautiful."

"Take a intro french class," Teddy replied, "use summer semester to take a french class."

"I need a summer job a real one not your nanny," Nikki said, "I need a resume and references."

"I can be your reference," Teddy said, "you nanny my daughter and I'm not married to Owen yet. They'll never connect our last names."

"I hate my last name," Nikki grumbelled.

"The right guy you'll change it," Teddy said.

"Why didn't mom give me the same last name as my siblings," Nikki asked.

"You have your dads last name like they do," Teddy said.

"No guy will ever be interested in me look what happened with Jason," Nikki said.

"That was a year ago," Teddy said, "Allison is one this weekend."

"I know she's so big," Nikki replied.

"She's grown fast," Teddy smiled, "but this Jeff in your class sounds promising. What do you have with him?"

"Calc 2 and english," Nikki replied, "he's really nice Teddy. I want you to meet him but I'm not ready for Owen to be the big brother yet."

"I can be just as scary and protective," Teddy replied, "but tell me about him."

Teddy knew getting Nikki to talk about the cute boy at school would at least for a while get her to think about something other then not dancing.

"He's really nice," Nikki said, "we have coffee after class all the time and walk around campus. He wanted me to go for dinner tomorrow but I don't know. He texted just before I met you and I haven't replied."

"Go," Teddy said, "it's a date."

"I'm not datable," Nikki replied, "Jason made that clear."

"Jason was an ass," Teddy replied, "it's dinner. Go. If it's terrible, call us and we'll come get you."

"What do I wear," Nikki asked.

"A dress," Teddy suggested.

"My scars," Nikki replied, "my leg is still a mess of them. I don't want him to see that."

"Jeans and a shirt then," Teddy replied, "you have that green top from when we went shopping last weekend."

"I guess," Nikki agreed, "hair down?"

"What do you do at school," Teddy asked.

"Ponytail and glasses," Nikki admitted, "I haven't really felt like wearing my contacts since the accident. I like my glasses."

"They suit you," Teddy agreed, "but it's a date, contacts and hair down and straightened."

"I like him," Nikki said, "he's nice and normal."

"Go have fun tomorrow then tell me all about it," Teddy said.

"I will," Nikki replied, "I should go do home work so I can meet Owen later. And tell him and mom I don't want to meet my sperm donor. He didn't care for 18 years, why open that up now."

"It's your choice," Teddy replied, "go get your homework done. I'll see you later."