I am posting the full story for the enjoyment of the viewers…Some content, characters names, and chapter names have been changed. Grammatical errors have been fixed; however, I am not a professional. I will be adding my own personal touches. All writers are good! We just all have our own elements of flare. Furthermore, all original materials and rights still are owned by LiaLuvPink19. Please, be patient. It could be very porny and full of suss. You have been warned. Welcome and hang on tight! Thank you! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Mother and Daughter

Meredith Grey was tired, and it was nowhere near time to go to bed. No, she had just woken up. So right now, she wasn't in the best of moods as the new Jonas Brothers CD filled her apartment. She hated them. She hated every little teen queen or hunk that she saw plastered on the walls of the bedroom next to her. Actually, that wasn't true, Meredith secretly enjoyed that little teen queen who doubled as a tv star. Miley, was it?

As she walked out of the laundry room, she stumbled on a left roller blade, causing her to curse before sliding her cable knit sweater over her body, cursing again as she realized it wasn't clean yet. Crap. "Dawsyn, move your damn skates!"

Nothing. It was those three boys and their noise filling the small apartment so that nobody could communicate from far away. Meredith quickly walked down the hall to her bedroom, reaching in her closet to get a red blouse that flowed perfectly with her jeans. She left her room, leaning over to get a pink hairbrush that wasn't supposed to be on the floor. "Dawsyn!"

"What?" The young girl yelled back from her room, as she bounced around to the music.

"I could lose my mind." Meredith groaned, before opening the door to the young girls room, walking over to the iPod dock to unplug it. "You realize we have to leave in ten minutes, right?"

"I'm ready." Dawsyn sighed dramatically.

"Seriously?" Meredith groaned.

"You're the one who's late."

"How am I late?" Meredith replied, putting her hand on her hip.

"You were supposed to be ready...ten minutes ago." Dawsyn told her, as she looked at the clock.

"Have you had your breakfast?"

"No..."

"That means you haven't brushed your teeth, right?"

"Maybe." Dawsyn said, smiling up at her mom.

"Brush your teeth, grab a pop tart and meet me in the car." Meredith groaned, turning away from her eleven-year-old.

"Can you put my music back on?"

"Get ready for school." Meredith replied, reaching for the ipod.

"Going." Dawsyn called as she ran past Meredith into the bathroom to brush her teeth.

"And if you don't pick up your rollerblades they're going in the trash!"

"I'll do it!"

"I hear that a lot!" Meredith shouted, walking into the kitchen and opening the refrigerator and reaching for the box of leftover pizza.

"You're so dramatic." Dawsyn told her mother as she came into the kitchen.

"Dawsyn..." Meredith replied, leaning against the counter, taking a bite of the pizza.

"Mommy..."

"Grab your pop tart."

"Fine." Dawsyn rolled her eyes, reaching up and grabbing the box off the counter and pulling her breakfast out.

"Did you get your permission slip for the trip to Seattle Grace tomorrow?"

"It's in my backpack."

"Okay." Meredith sighed, taking another bite. "Did you get your math homework?"

"Also in my backpack." Dawsyn replied.

"Are we forgetting anything else?"

"No."

"Are we sure?" Meredith replied, reaching for a bottle of water. "Because I can't leave work again to bring you new pencils."

"Lunch money." Dawsyn said quickly, taking a bite of her poptart.

"Oh..." Meredith frowned, walking over to her purse. "Is five dollars, okay?"

"I guess." She sighed.

"Here...let's go." Meredith sighed, handing the money to Dawsyn before walking towards the door. "I have two quarters in the cup holder in the car. You can use them to buy milk or chips or something."

"My backpack's upstairs."

"Go get it!"

"I'm going."

"Dawsyn...we're going to be late." Meredith shouted, walking to the door. She never meant to yell, but she got stressed and a temper wasn't lacking in the house of these two Grey women.

"I'm coming!" Dawsyn groaned, finally coming back down the stairs with her backpack.

"Are you done, or would you like to make me more late?"

"Geez. Relax."

"You've been hanging out with Christina too much." Meredith opened the door, pointing. "You… car...now."

"Cristina's cool." Dawsyn said matter-of-factly, as she headed out the door.

"Yes and when you were taking shots of Gatorade...I knew I should be concerned."

"It was just Gatorade."

"That's what Christina said." Meredith unlocked the car doors.

"She's smart." Dawsyn shrugged, standing in front of the door to the front seat.

"I...get in the car." Meredith finally giggled.

"Do you have to work late tonight?" Dawsyn asked as she climbed into the car.

"Only until six...I picked up an extra shift." Meredith sighed, getting into the driver's seat.

"Does that mean we're having take-out?"

"Yeah...it does."

"I'm sick of take-out."

"I know...but you complain more when I cook." Meredith sighed, turning on the radio. "And I don't feel like cleaning up after a frozen pizza."

"Why can't you cook?" Dawsyn asked, looking over at her mom.

"Well...I...busy...very busy and single Mom thing." Meredith shrugged, settling on a station. "And you hate everything I attempt to cook so I stopped."

"You suck at cooking."

"Oh, thanks Dawsyn." Meredith rolled her eyes, pulling out of their parking spot as a song by Bon Jovi began to play.

"No problem." Dawsyn smiled.

"I love this song Dawsyn." Meredith replied.

"Ew. Why?"

"It's Bon Jovi!"

"Bon Who?" Dawsyn frowned.

"Bon Jovi."

"I'm changing it." Dawsyn said, as she pressed the CD button, and Miley Cyrus began to play.

"Dawsyn!"

"What? Bon Jojo sucks."

"Bon Jovi and no they don't." Meredith frowned, taking out the Miley Cyrus CD. "I was listening to Bon Jovi."

"You're supposed to listen to what I want."

"I don't have to do that."

"You're my mother. I'm supposed to be your priority."

"You are." Meredith groaned, pulling the CD out of Dawsyn's hand.

"You're stressed." Dawsyn sighed. "I think you need to get laid."

"I'm not...what did you just say?" Meredith's face turned to a look of horror as they stopped at a light, looking at her daughter. "What the hell did you just say Dawsyn?"

"You need to get laid." Dawsyn repeated, shrugging her shoulders.

"Okay...you don't even know what that means."

"Maybe not...But Cristina said it helps."

"Don't say that...and no I don't need to. What the hell else did Christina say?" Meredith replied, turning the radio back to Bon Jovi. "Did she say anything else?"

"Maybe..." Dawsyn grinned.

"Oh God..."

"It's not a big deal."

'What did she say?"

"She told me I couldn't tell you."

"Dawsyn...what did she say?" Meredith said, honking her horn at the Volvo in front of her.

"That an...orgasm...cures everything." Dawsyn replied.

"Oh My God...Oh my God." Meredith groaned, her head hitting the headrest.

"What is that anyway?"

"It's nothing...I'm just going to murder Christina."

"Why won't you tell me?" Dawsyn smiled.

"Because it's bad and wrong and..."

"And we're at school."

"Yes...school." Meredith said, realieved at their quick destination. "Thank the Good Lord for five-minute car rides."

"You really should get laid...or get that orgasm thing..." Dawsyn sighed, as she grabbed her backpack off the floor of the car.

"Oh...could you just not say that stuff at school...or ever again?" Meredith asked, handing her the two quarters.

"It's not that bad."

"You don't even know what it is."

"I'll ask someone."

'No!" Meredith pointed.

"I'm going to school." Dawsyn smiled.

"Dawsyn Ella Grey...I swear."

"Bye Mommy."

"Dawsyn...no mention of orgasms or getting laid please." Meredith felt her heart rate going. "And I'm going to be late for work if I don't go now...so just promise me..."

"Fine. Whatever."

"Dawsyn..."

"I won't tell anyone."

"That's all I ask."

"Have a good day at work, Mommy."

"Have a good day at school Dawsyn...oh and don't forget I'll pick you up at six."