Family Resemblance

Author's Note—I had the urge to write something a little David-centric this afternoon. I'm not too pleased about what's happening on the show these days.

Disclaimer—I own nothing. Sadly, this includes David.

Her face is that of a stranger.

Nights and days have melded into one and the sky remains murky and gray, rolling clouds filling us all with a lingering sense of foreboding.

I look for it when I peer into her face. But it hides, elusive.

I bury myself in work, meeting patients, performing surgery, filling out piles of paperwork. But eventually it dries up, my desk clears, and the rain throws itself against my window, shaking it, desperate to be let in.

It's not in her calculating blue eyes, wide-open and moist. Eyes that beg me to betray people that I care for. Eyes that beg me to betray myself.

I've erased my voicemail, crumpled up the notes that my secretary has left on my desk. Bianca, wanting lunch. Greenlee, wanting—something. I don't want to see them. I don't think I can. I'm not sure if I'm able to see anything anymore.

I can't find it in her hair, either, falling around her shoulders like spun gold, catching the fluorescent lighting in the halls in such a way that it shimmers. It makes her look like a princess, and I have to remind myself that she's not royalty, that she hasn't earned and doesn't deserve any special treatment. Especially not now.

Her tight-lipped smiles, her pale alabaster skin. It's all foreign and unfamiliar to me. Just like her.

Krystal says she'll take her away. But I won't let that happen. Not before I find a connection between us.

I remember how it felt to have a child, someone who was a part of you, who needed you. A sweet little thing that loved you and couldn't understand all the shitty things you had done throughout your life, and even if they did, they wouldn't care. I had that for too short a time.

I want it back.

So I look, fruitlessly, for something to grasp on to. A tenuous emotional bond, a touch of family resemblance. Anything.

And I'll keep their disgusting secret, no matter whom it hurts.

Because I just want my daughter back.

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