Hello everyone,

First I wanted to tell you how happy I am that you guys like my story. The thing, I have to drive 1 hour to school every day so I have a lot of time to write.

Thanks to the guests who are leaving reviews. Hope you'll like this chapter.

Kisses.

PS: Like in the show, Derek is married to Addison and Mark is first still in love with her too. But because I am not a huge Addison fan, she will be out of sight soon.


Chapter 4

Derek was currently standing in Webber's office battling with Mark after he stole him the craniodiaphyseal dysplasia case away.

"That is not the point!" Shepherd said.

"The point is that the kid wants his face fixed," Sloan handled.

"No, you want to get published!" the neurosurgeon said pointing an accusing finger on Mark.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing your Chief of Surgery does too," he replied before turning to Webber sitting at his desk. "The press loves a before-after shot, Richard."

"Call me Dr. Webber," he rebuffed him. "Derek, out of friendship to you, I would very much love to say no to this...jackass. But as Chief..."

"Please don't say it," Derek interrupted.

"Dr. Sloan, if you can get the parents to sign a consent form you'll have it," the Chief decided.

"Looks like round two goes to the jackass," Sloan smirked.

Derek looked like he wanted to say something but a knock on the door make them all hushed.

"Come in," Richard said.

A nurse appeared in the opening.

"Dr. Shepherd, your sister collapsed a few minutes ago," she said.

"Oh my god, Helena !" both Derk and Mark exclaimed.

"She is under artificial breathing for now."

"Are we finished Chief?" Derek said. turning to Webber with an annoyed voice.

Richard nodded. The dark haired one quickly flew through the door jostling the nurse out of the way. Mark run him afterward. Both stopped as they spotted Addison walking toward them on the bridge. Derek thew both a cold glance before turning back to the stairs. Addison also turned around and started walking in the direction she was heading from.

"You're not even a little bit happy to see me?" Mark asked following her.

"Go home. Whatever it is you came here to do, just drop it!" the red-haired said loudly bringing the attention of the walking past employees.

"Hey, we all made mistakes, Addison. All three of us. Somehow I lost my best friend and the woman I loved."

"Please...don't say that," Addison replied.

"He doesn't know how we felt. He doesn't know you stayed with me after he left. How can you expect to work out of a marriage if you can't even be honest with him?"

"Why are you here?" she asked desperately.

"For one reason. To bring you home."


In that time, Derek had reached his sister's room. Her roommate had been taking down to the OR so her room was completely quiet. She was lying on her bed, dressed in the usual hospital gown. She looked peaceful, Derek thought. But something was ruining the picture. On her arms, Derek catches a glance at the multitude of small scars and bruises that covered it. This couldn't have been the result of her pretended fall in the stairs. He sadly had seen that many times before. It was much more the result of a destroying relationship with an aggressive boyfriend or husband. Everything became clear in Derek's mind. That was the reason why Helena felt uncomfortable with talking about Ryan earlier. He was the one who inflicted her that pain. He really had to talk to her about it. Precisely at that moment, Meredith walked into the room.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know you were here," she apologizes. "I'm coming back later."

She was about to turn back but Derek holds her back.

"No please."

She came back, changed Helena's perfusion and sat down on a chair.

"Did she told you what she went through?" Derek asked, decided to find out what happened to his baby sister.

Meredith nodded.

"It's horrible, how can somebody do that to the person he supposedly loves," she said without watching out.

"So this bastard really beat her?"

The woman stood up.

"Wait, she didn't tell you anything?!"

"She didn't have to, I figured it out by myself," Derek replied. "I mean, have you seen her. The main part of her body is covered by stars and bruises, she has an enormous wound on her forehead and a cut on the lip. I'm not a specialist but I'm able to recognize an abused woman when I see one!"

He let himself fall on a chair and took his head in his hands.

"I mean she's my little sister, I see her again for the first time in nearly 5 years and I learn that she is being mistreated by her boyfriend, a man I always knew was not a good man. It was part of his fault that she left. My sisters didn't accept him so Helena moved him with him but we didn't keep contact."

Meredith sat down next to him and laid her hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, don't blame yourself for that, you are not responsible for what happens to her," Meredith tried to assure him.

"Yes I am, I should have prevented her from him. I swear if he ever crossed my way again, I won't be able to restrain myself."


When she came back to herself, Helena kept her eyes shut. Her head was still spinning but much less then it was before. She slowly opened her eyes. The room was shrouded in darkness. Chuck must've been transported in the OR by now.

"You're awake," a voice raised from the open door.

Addison was leaning against the door frame. Helena tried to sit up but the red-haired gently pushed her back against the pillows.

"No, no, no, you really need to rest for now," she said. "You hit your head pretty hard. How did that happen by the way? Derek said you fell in the stairs."

"Yes I did," Helena said. "Is that unlikely?"

She sounded slightly annoyed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to upset you," Addison said sitting down on the side of the bed.

"How are you, Addison?" Helena asked. "I mean, how are you really? I don't want the version you serve everybody."

"You know about Meredith don't you?" Addison sighed.

"And I know about Mark," Helena smiled feebly. "He's here to get you back, you know?"

"Yeah, I know. But I don't know what I really want," the older woman said."I mean, I know that Derek never really forgive me for sleeping with Mark. And there is this intern. I'm sure he still feels something for her. But I also feel like it'll be a failure if I give up our relation."

"What does your heart say? How do you feel about Mark? Do you love him?" Helena asked her friend taking a sip of her glass of water.

"I don't know," Addison said shaking her head desperately. "You must think I'm stupid."

"No not at all," the dark-haired easy her. "In contrary, you are in a complicated situation and Iafterwardunderstand..."

But she was interrupted by the loud beeping of Addison's pager. The obstetric surgeon quickly glanced at it before standing up.

"I'm sorry honey, I've got to go," she said with a sad smile on her face. "I've got a 42 weeks pregnant woman who is finally going to deliver her baby."

"Poor woman," Helena smiled. "Having something in my womb during 9 months nonstop, I think would have turn crazy."

"Don't say that, giving birth is one of the most beautiful things on earth," Addison said with stars in her eyes heading to the door.

"That's why you do this job!" the younger Shepherd spoke to her.

The ginger nodded and walked smiling out of the room, bumping into Meredith who was getting in. They walked past each other without saying anything.

"I wanted to check on you," the intern said. "How are you feeling?"

Helena falls back into her pillows.

"I'm slowly getting fed up with people asking me this question again and again," she mumbled. "But to give you a concrete answer, I'm feeling much better, my head's still hurting a bit but its much better than before. Do you know when I can get out of here?"

"As your doctor, I would recommend you not to leave until tomorrow so that we can check on you if something happens. But as a normal person who completely understands that being a patient sucks, I will just say that you can leave as soon as you wish as long as you sign me a discharge.

"Sure," Helena said starting to sit up.

"There is one tiny little thing I have to tell you," Meredith said looking uncomfortable.

"Tell me," the dark-haired encouraged her.

"I...accidently might have told Derek...about what happens to you."

"What!?"

"I'm so sorry, I've thought you may have already told him."

The intern seemed really desolated. Helena was felt angry, but not against Meredith, against herself. She should have told her brother first.


Later, more at the end of the day, Helena was packing her stuff to leave the hospital when Mark and Derek came into her room both dressed in their dark blue gowns.

"Wow!" the girl exclaimed. "Both of you in the same room without one hitting on the other. That's a big improvement since this morning!"

She smiled brightly and even the warning look her brother was sending her didn't turn her down.

"What do you think you are doing?" Derek said pointing on her bag.

"I'm leaving the hospital," Helena said putting on her shoes and her jacket.

"Against medical advice?" he continued.

"Yeah, I'm perfectly fine and don't you worry, I've signed a discharge."

The neurosurgeon sighed deeply.

"Whatever, what are you two doing here?"

"We wanted to give you the opportunity to watch the amazing intervention on the craniodiaphyseal dysplasia case," Mark explained before Derek could even open the mouth.

"Case that Mark stole to me by the way," he then replied.

Helena grinned widely.

"Sure I want to see it!"

After having taken all her stuff, the three headed to the OR section. There, they split up, Mark and Derek getting scrubbed in and Helena joining the upper watching gallery. In the in the restricted room were standing a few doctors including a small woman standing near the glass with a newborn child in the baby carrier, watching down to the people getting the operating room ready. The younger Shepherd remember hearing Meredith talking about a resident who just had given birth to her baby. What was her name again? Ah yes, Bailey.

"Miss Shepherd?" a voice said behind her. "What are you doing here?"

She turned around. Richard Webber, the Chief of Surgery of the hospital was standing right behind her with crossed arms.

"Dr. Webber, with all respect, I didn't mean to intrude," she apologizes. "My brother told me to come up here to watch the intervention."

"You can stay," the men said gently smiling at her. "So tell me, are you also in the medical field like the rest of your siblings?"

Helena shook her head.

"I used to," she said. "I broke up my internship after three years."

"May I ask why?"

"There was that patient, a young pregnant woman who came to the hospital after she had a car accident. She came under my care and during to the intervention who was meant to save her life, the child dies. The woman survived without any consequences. After that, my attending from that time decided that it would be a good training if I'll go announce her baby's death to the mother. I was an intern, I had nothing to say against it. It was the most difficult thing I had to do in my entire life and after the experience, I took the decision to stop my medical studies."

"Don't you ever regret?" the Chief asked.

"Sometimes I do actually, I miss that rush, that excitement you feel when you enter the OR."

During her explanation, her eyes get filled with tears that she held back when she noticed. Weber remained quiet for a few minutes when she finished. Helena put her attention back on the OR. Derek and Mark were getting dressed by the bloc assistants. As he saw her standing there the plastic surgeon winked at her. She looked at her brother. Before starting he smiled at everybody and stated:

"It's a beautiful evening to save lives, people. Let's have some fun!"

And he started cutting off the patient's brain. Helena always admired her brother. Having the aptitude for being a neurosurgeon was something really rare. When she was studying she often had thought about the specialty that she would had to choose in surgery. But she'd never really known. Bailey was standing directly in front of the glass, describing to her baby what Derek was doing as if he could understand it.

"And now Dr. Shepherd is opening the skull cap," she said. "That's what he's doing. Yes, he is."

Helena concentrated on her brother.

"Basin," he said taking the peace of the skull between the clamp. "This is done."

But suddenly, the machine started to beep furiously.

"Oh, son of a bitch!" he exclaimed. "Give me a sponge. Hang another unit of blood."

"There's too much blood," Bailey said toward Weber standing next to her.

"Pressure infuser."

"There is no carotid," Alex said taking his pulse.

"We've got v-fib."

"Get ready to bag him. He's losing a lot of blood."

"Paddles! Get the paddles! Quickly!"

"Charge to 100!"

"Charging."

"Clear!"

It was getting worse. Bailey left the room with her baby, shaking her head.

"Still no pulse."

"Charge to 200!"

"Charging...Clear!"

"Nothing!"

"He's death…."

"Time of death 21.34," Derek announced.


About half an hour later Meredith was sitting alone at the desk at Joe's bar.

"This seat is taken?" Mark asked.

"I guess not," the girl replied.

"Double scotch, single malt," he ordered. "You look sad."

"I just saw my father for the first time in 20 years."

"How did that go?" he asked taking a gulp of his drink.

"Could have gone better. What are you still doing here?" she asked.

"I'm hoping Addison shows up," Marked answered.

"You're still in love with her, aren't you?"

"I don't know. Are you still in love with him?"

"She won't show, you know."

"No?"

"He's not the kind of guy you leave if you can help it."

"What if you're wrong? What if just this once...life comes down on the side of the dirty mistresses?"

Meredith smiled at him.

"You're right."

He drank another gulp.

"I don't want to get drunk today," the girl said. "I'll better go home now."

Mark nodded silently. Without any more words, Meredith stood up and left. The plastic surgeon remained at the bar, staring at this empty glass.

"Another one?" Joe asked.

He nodded. Drinking was the only thing he needed right now.

"You know that alcohol doesn't solve anything," a voice said behind him. "The only thing that you can win with drinking is a big headache tomorrow."

"Helena, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Meredith asked me to met her here so that we can drive home together," she said sitting on the chair at his left.

"You just missed her," Mark said. "She left like 5 minutes ago."

" Well then, all that is left for me to do is to find a hotel for that night," she said ordering a whiskey.

"Come to mine," the surgeon said. "The prices are outrageous but we can share my room."

"Like in the old days?" Helena asked laughing.

"Exactly."