Title: All in the Family
Author: Half-Human
Summary: Beverly receives a mysterious message. What will she do when the truth about her blood-line is revealed and she learns that her family is in danger? TNG/Grey's Anatomy crossover.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, unfortunately. I don't own TNG or Grey's Anatomy. Lovely shows though!
A/N: Ok, so SORRY for the long wait. Tayababy, I decided to just post it. This is a short chapter, I just wanted to post something for now. Please R/R--I'd really appreciate it :P
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"So this is Seattle?" Deanna asked looking around and admiring the various buildings.
"Yes, and we somehow need to get in there," Crusher pointed toward a building, "and make contact with Doctor Montgomery," Beverly answered.
"Ok, so you must fill me in Beverly. I do like these clothes. What year did you say it was?"
"2007, and we have to find Montgomery and somehow prevent her from meeting with Woods." Beverly pulled at B-4. Although the android had effectively acquired all of Data's memories, he had made it a point to become an individual of his own. Beverly quickly looked him over and made sure that he looked "normal."
"Ideas anyone?" Beverly asked.
"According to records," B-4 began, "and to the current time, Dr. Montgomery is recently divorced. The said woman was once called Dr. Addison Shepherd and was married to the neurosurgeon Dr. Derek Shepherd for approximately 11.4634213-"
"That's enough," Beverly interrupted.
"Years," B-4 finished.
"A divorce," Deanna said, narrowing her eyes in concentration. "Beverly, a divorce, no matter what time it occurs in can be an overwhelming experience. Given that Montgomery was married for approximately 11 years, I'd say she might still be dealing with emotional problems."
"Making her vulnerable and susceptible to the advances of a young stranger."
"Precisely," Deanna responded.
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Addison looked at her watch as she waited for the elevator to arrive. She had to head to the NICU and treat her newest preemie. Unfortunately, the infant had been born with severe cognitive impairments and a consult with a certain neurosurgeon was required. As she walked up to her home away from home she hesitated before entering. He was already there. Derek Shepherd was busy, reading the file on little Ashton Pierce.
"Morning," Addison began, when she finally managed to quell the butterflies in her stomach.
"Morning Addie, how are you today?" he said, smiling at her. She hated him being so happy. It ailed her to see him overly joyous when she was still in pain and still hurting in a manner that couldn't be healed with the intake of pills or excessive alcohol. She had been dealing with her pain and her needs with the occasional visit to Mark's hotel suite, but she knew there was nothing there. The sex was sex, nothing more.
"I'm fine," she lied, stepping toward the incubator to see how Pierce was holding up. "Ashton parents want to know when they can bring him home. How long do you think the tests will take?" she asked, watching the sleeping infant.
"Well, given the number of tests and how careful we have to be, I'd say he'll be home in—"
"Doctor Montgomery?" someone interrupted.
"Yes Karev?" she asked, looking at the other man who she recently developed a pseudo relationship with. Luckily it had ended right before it got serious.
"We just got a woman who's already experienced false labor twice. She's wants some advice and is considering a c-section. The other doctors are occupied at the moment and I didn't see your name on the board." Alex looked toward Addison and her ex. He hoped he hadn't interrupted anything. "I thought you'd be able to see her."
"Well, yes I'm available. I'll be there in a few minutes. Exam room three?"
"Yeah, that's the one. I'll start the paper work," Alex answered as he walked out the door. Addison's gaze remained on his retreating form as her thoughts wandered back to the kiss they shared and to the recent awkward moments between them. She cocked her head sideways, deep in thought as she realized how caught-between-men she really was.
"Addison, Addison!" Addison snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Derek. He looked concerned, but no more than usual.
"Sorry," she said, looking into his eyes, trying to convey to him that she was in deep. While other may cut their hair, change their wardrobe, buy a puppy, or sell their home, Addison dealt with divorce in a different manner. She sought comfort, albeit ephemeral physical comfort, but that's what she wanted. She knew very well that sleeping around wasn't the way to solve her problems, but hell-- she knew no other way to ease her longing. Derek nodded at her.
"Its fine," he answered, "So as for a date on Ashton's trip home, I'd say…"
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"Beverly, are you sure this will work?" Deanna asked worriedly. She gently placed her hands over the protruding prosthetic belly Beverly had carefully attached against her abdomen using advanced derma-synthetic compounds. The two women were sitting in an examination room, awaiting their encounter with Addison Montgomery. Initially Beverly had no idea how to make first contact with the famed obstetrician, but once Deanna learned of Addison's profession and started talking about the plans she and Will had about having children, Beverly knew what she had to do.
"Yes, it should work," Beverly began. "Given their technology and the drugs they use, I think we will be ok. I've given you something that will counteract any injections they may give you, although I am not too confident in coming up with benign drugs to give you that will emulate the results we want them to find. If they attempt to use any imaging devices, B-4 has programmed the machine within the prosthetic to act according to a set of triggers; ultra-sounds, MRIs, cat scans and so forth."
"Does it look like an infant?" Deanna asked in regards to the machine inside of the prosthetic. Beverly smiled.
"Yes, generally. I made sure B-4 made it look remotely like a human baby, just in case the machine's sensor's malfunction." Deanna nodded. "And don't worry, if they inject you with anything, I have my equipment here, and I can easily use a hypo spray to-
"Hello," Alex Karev interrupted, walking in and looking down at his papers.
"Hello, I'm Beverly Howard," Beverly extended her hand. Deanna looked at her, still unsure whether it was a good idea for Beverly to use her real name. "And this is my sister, Deanna Howard." Alex shook Deanna's hand and began to ask her more questions about her pregnancy. Deanna answered each one with ease; Beverly had prepped her earlier while B-4 worked on the prosthetic and technical details.
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"Doctor Karev?" A tall redhead stepped into the room. Alex turned and smiled.
"This is Doctor Montgomery, she will treat you today," Karev said, gesturing toward Addison. Beverly just stared, intrigued. The woman strode in with confidence, and Beverly swore her mother had her eyes. The resemblance, although faint, sent chills through her.
"Good morning," Addison said as she stepped toward Beverly and Deanna. "What do we have Karev?"
"Deanna Howard, 40, experiencing false labor, due date in two weeks. Wishes to know if she can have a c-section." Addison nodded.
"40?" She asked, noting the old age. Beverly looked at Deanna; it was the youngest age they thought Deanna could pass for. In reality, the two would be considered senior citizens, but technology had helped humans live longer and they looked considerably younger by 21st century standards.
"Yes," Deanna answered.
"Given your age, I'd say you should definitely schedule a c-section," Addison said as she stepped toward Deanna and slipped her hand under her blouse. "Lets see here," she said, as she examined her patient's belly.
Deanna suddenly cringed and gasped, and Addison froze. "Did that hurt?" She asked worriedly.
"Know, know it didn't," she said, looking into Addison's eyes. "I just…have a migraine and it hurt." Deanna looked near tears and Addison placed her hand on her forehead.
"Are you sure you're ok? Have you been experiencing migraines often?" Deanna looked toward Beverly. She wasn't prepared for this; she hadn't expected to be so greatly affected by Addison's emotions. Beverly didn't say anything.
"No, it doesn't occur frequently," she answered. Addison nodded, still concerned. "Ok, I'm going to have a nurse come in here and take some blood, if you don't mind." Addison removed her hand from under Deanna's shirt and turned to her intern. "Where were you previously treated?" she asked.
"My gynecologist owned a private practice. I was advised to come here."
"Ok," Addison said, flipping through the record that Beverly had put together nearly two hours before. "Well…once I get the test results" she said, looking at a papers in her hand, "and all is ok, I think we can schedule a date." She smiled at her newest patient and then turned to Beverly. Stopping momentarily she stared at the redhead. Beverly became slightly unnerved and swallowed nervously. Did she see a similarity between them? Why was she staring? Did the plan work or not?
"She will be ok," Addison finally said, smiling, breaking the silence and alleviating Beverly's tension. The older redhead watched as Montgomery and her intern exited the small room.
"It worked," Deanna announced flatly, staring at the door, her eyes still reflecting the pain she had felt earlier. She narrowed her eyes and her brow crinkled she hung her head.
"Deanna? Are you OK? What happened earli—"
"She looks like she can own the world, doesn't she?" Deanna asked lifting her head. Beverly frowned. "Her demeanor, her look, the way she strides in here with strode in here with such confidence…Looks like she has everything under control, everyone where she wants them." Deanna looked to Beverly and allowed a tear to slip down her cheek. "Beverly, she's in so much pain."
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A/N: ok, I understand this was short, but I just wanted to post something b/c I haven't posted something in so long. Hope you enjoyed. Please R/R!
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