Alright! I got a few reviews for Chap 1, which was great! Thank you to everyone who's been so supportive! I don't own any of the characters in this story. So, enjoy Chap 2, and I'll try to have Chap 3 soon!

"Kerry, I know this is awful, but, can I take the day off?"

"WHAT? Dr. Corday, I know it's Thanksgiving and all, but this is a busy hospital at the holidays especially, and don't think you're the first person to ask! I've been nice today, Abby, Gallant AND Frank ALL have the day off! Ever since Robert died, we have had a shortage of surgeons!! WHAT could be SO important?"

"Yes, well, that's just it," Elizabeth did her best to make it sound as if she was crying. "Ever since Robert's death, it's been a very emotional time for me!"

Kerry was silent on the other end.

"Listen, Elizabeth. I know you two were close. So that's why I'm going to be nice and let you take the day off this once. JUST this once. I want you back here at 6 am tomorrow, understood?"

"Yes, Kerry, thank you!" Elizabeth said as she hung up.

"Dr. Corday's really been taking Roberts death hard. Now she wants the day off!" Kerry said.

"Well at least somebody is," Sam said. "I know I'm not."

"Robert, I lied to Kerry for you're sake, I hope you appreciate this."

"I do, Lizzie. Hey, did Mark ever have a short stage? Because these pants really do not fit. Do you have any from his childhood, perhaps?"

Elizabeth smiled. "No, I'm afraid not. I'll try to get to the store some time today, but those will have to make do for right now."

"But, Lizzie," Robert emerged from the guest room, his new bedroom. The T-shirt sleeves were at his elbows and the pant legs were trailing on the floor. "This is ridiculous." Elizabeth couldn't help but giggle. Robert shot her a look. "You think this is FUNNY?"

Just then, Ella came out of her room. She stared at Robert.

"Ella, sweetheart, this is Robert, mummy's friend. You've met Robert, haven't you?"

"You said he was dead."

"No, No! A different Robert. Not this Robert. Um, this Robert is going to be living with us for awhile. Is that OK, sweetie?"

"Hi."

Robert smiled at the little girl.
"Hello, Ella."

Ella just stared at him. "Mommy, can I have some juice?"

"Um, yes, here you are, darling."

Ella sat far away from Robert.

"What, do I smell or something?" he asked.

"Mommy, is that daddy?"

Elizabeth paused. "Um, no, this is just a friend of mine."

The door bell rang. Robert hid behind the door. It was Jerry.

"Hi, Dr. Corday. Dr. Weaver told me you were having some "personal issues" that you need to sort out. She didn't make me come though. Nope, this was my idea."

"Oh, yeah right!" Robert said under his breath. Elizabeth opened the door a little more. Robert grunted in pain.

"Do you want to talk?"

"Oh, Jerry, you're very sweet, but I was really just in the middle of something."
"Oh Dr. Corday, Dr. Weaver thinks-and I think that it would be best. That's why Weaver asked me to take an hour off. I mean, I asked Weaver. So, can I come in?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment.

"You know, Jerry, I think that's very nice of you, but I was just in the middle of.. of.. of.. CLEANING! I was just in the middle of cleaning." Elizabeth faked a smile as she ran a towel over a counter top.

"Is he gonna live with us just like Robert?" Ella asked. Jerry stared.

"Robert?"

"Oh, yes. Well, that's a…different Robert. Yes, Ella's Uncle Robert. He's staying with us. So, I can't really talk right now. Good-bye." Jerry caught the door before she closed it.

"Dr. Corday, Weaver wants-I want to let you know that if you ever want to talk, we'll all be there for you." Elizabeth smiled.

"Thank-you, Jerry, that's a very nice offer." Elizabeth shut the door.

"Hey Lizzie, you aware that two spiders are having sex on your windowsill? I just noticed that now."

"SEX!" Ella said. Elizabeth stared at her, horrified. "SEX! SEX! SEX!"

"ROBERT!" Elizabeth cried. "Darling, don't say that word."

"SEX! But Uncle Robert said it! SEX! SEX! SEX!"

"Nooo.." Elizabeth put a hand on her forehead. "Not for another five years yet!"

"SEX!!! Mommy, where do babies come from?"

Elizabeth groaned and popped an Aspirin into her mouth.

"Not ready for this.." she said.

"Ella," Robert said. "We're gonna say a new word now, OK? Lets say a new word. How about, electroencephalogram?"

Ella was silent.

"There ya go." Robert said. Elizabeth half smiled.'

"Electaanstawgum?" Ella guessed. Elizabeth laughed.

So, I hope you liked it! More is on the way!

-Son Kat