Click… clack… click…

The click of her stiletto heels echoed through the empty corridors. This was nothing like the Seattle Grace she remembered of her childhood, filled with people rushing and learning, then again, the hospital was no longer Seattle Grace. She had last visited in her last year of Med School, before the hospital had become Seattle Grace Mercy West and then later Grey-Sloan Memorial. She hadn't bothered even trying to get matched there for her residency, not after the way she had been treated on her last visit. She couldn't blame her stepmother for it, the pair got along as well as they could given their situation, but her father, she could blame him. He had invited her there to spend his time ignoring her. She didn't deserve that.

That was when she decided to drop her fathers name and use her mothers, and hence, Dr Faith Craig started her residency at Chicago Presbyterian far enough away from her father's influence that she was content, and far enough away that no one really knew who he was or how he was related to her. Her father had still influenced her, much to her discontent, with her becoming a general surgeon much like him, though she didn't let anyone know that it was him who had influenced, nor that he was her father, she was still far too angry for that, even if she was a legacy surgeon.

The two remained out of contact until Covid struck, Faith reached out to her father in a sudden realisation that people wouldn't be around forever. The pair spoke most days, building on their relationship, but Faith still held a lot of anger to her father. He hadn't cared when her mother had taken her out of the country to raise her, the only contact he had made was birthdays, Christmases and when she had spent two weeks with him each summer as part of their custody agreement. He had never really seemed to care about her, seeing as her more of an inconvenience.

And yet, here she was walking the halls of 'his hospital'. When he had called and told her the residency program had been shut down and everyone was quitting, she had been conflicted. On one hand, she had a life, a boyfriend and friends, in Chicago, a job she loved and a home she felt comfortable in, on the other hand, the hospital was her father's legacy, and he was asking for her help, he needed her. She had never felt like he wanted her around and he actually asked her for something. She had been up for Chief in her own hospital and her father thought that Meredith Grey wasn't quite up to the job of Chief with her wanted to take over, to save the hospital. She had the approval of the Fox Foundation, so the job was hers, the catch? She had to tell Meredith she was taking over, taking control.

That brought her to now, trying to remember where the Chiefs office was. She was getting a little turned around, until she spotted her. And then, she spotted her sister. Half sister, but sister none the less. Not that her sister knew who she was, her father had made that clear as well, he had been ashamed to tell his other daughter about his oldest. She hated this. She wanted to run the other way. Then it hit her, she didn't have to tell them who she really was, she didn't owe it to them to tell them who she was. All she had to tell them was what she was there to do.

Approaching the blonde, Faith stuck out her hand. "Doctor Grey, I'm Doctor Craig. The Fox Foundation has sent me to fill in as Chief. They were under the impression it wasn't something you wanted to continue with, so they sent me to relieve you." She was blunt, to the point, but it suited her. She wasn't exactly here to make friends. She was there to save her fathers legacy. "Obviously, I'd like you to stay on as Chief of General, just until the hospital gets back on its feet."

The younger woman looked taken aback. "I've barely been in charge for a week, and they already want rid of me?" A shake of her head. "Fine. But you have me for a maximum of 6 months, and I need a few days off to start with." Faith understood her demands, had been warned of the sacrifices Meredith had made to stay, so she nodded her agreement, finally turning to the other woman in the corridor.

"And you must be Doctor Pierce. Richard speaks so highly of you..." She forced a smile to her face, despite the pre-existing loathing that she held for the woman. It wasn't Maggie's fault, not really. Richard hadn't had anything to do with her, hell, he hadn't even known about her. At least she had seen their father when she was growing up, no matter how strained their relationship had been. Adele certainly hadn't helped that, but she had tried her best to forgive the older woman. She hadn't asked to be put into this situation, but she had tried to make Richard step up and be a good father.

In that moment, Faith doubted her deception. She could have a sister, have a second chance at a family, she and Maggie probably had a lot in common. She mulled it over, completely zoned out as Maggie spoke to her. She couldn't do it. She was there as a favour to her father, a favour that had ruined her life. Her phone had blown up when Liam had realised that she was gone, and what had she done? Blocked his number. She didn't have the answers he wanted, why she hadn't told him she was leaving, why she hadn't asked him to come with her. If she couldn't hold together her relationship with Liam, how could she build a friendship with her sister? She couldn't. She couldn't tell her who she really was.

"So, first call of business." She started, cutting Maggie off mid-sentence. "I need both of you to make calls, surgeons you've worked with over the years. We have vacancies in peds, trauma, plastics… You name it, there's a vacancy. We need teachers to get this program back. I can make some calls, but I need both of your helps with it."