Title: Retracing Steps

Author: MissMouseMD

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: Don't own nothing.

A/N: Well, I would have updated this morning, but there was some weird glitch (AGAIN!) and I couldn't upload any documents. Sorry about the wait, PLEASE REVIEW!


Cry

He races to her house.

Knocks on the door.

No response.

Frantic, he opens it.

He stops.

She's there.

On the couch.

Hugging her knees to her chest.

Rocking back and forth.

Tears streaming down her face.

He runs over.

Picks her up.

And holds her.

Just holds her.

He plants a kiss on her forehead.

She buries her face in his chest.

Like a little child.

Afraid of the world outside.

He whispers to her.

"It's okay. It's okay. Shh."

Over and over again.

Her tears are soaking through his shirt.

He doesn't care.

They sit like that for a long time.

Until, finally, she raises her head.

"My father's dead."

"I'm sorry."

She looks so sad.

So broken.

He pulls her to him, again.

And holds her until she falls asleep.

The phone rings.

He practically dives across the room.

Before she wakes up.

"Hello?"

It's Adrienne's day care.

"Yes, I'll be right over."

At first, they won't let him have her.

Meredith didn't mention anything about him.

He explains that it's a family emergency.

In the end, they let him have her.

Because she recognizes him.

And lets him pick her up.

He watches her through the rearview mirror as he drives.

She's an adorable little girl.

Wispy blonde hair.

And big blue eyes.

And a very solemn expression.

Looking at her face, it's easy to forget she's only two.

He feels an ache in his heart.

He wishes that she was his.

His and Meredith's.

When Meredith wakes up, she has a headache.

The kind you get from crying too hard.

She sits up in bed.

It's noon.

She can't remember the last time she slept until noon.

Usually Adrienne wakes her up.

Adrienne.

She never picked her up from day care.

Panicked, she jumps out of bed and races down the stairs.

Stops dead in her tracks.

There, on her living room couch, is Adrienne.

Fast asleep.

In Derek's lap.


A/N: I'll try to write fast, I promise. But today's my birthday! So I probably won't have time until tomorrow.