A/N: Hey, it's Kait here with the latest chapter. I know I said I would try to get this up faster than last time, but obviously that didn't happen. So yeah, I'm sorry about that. Forgive me, please! I hope this chapter will suffice! Hope everyone had a great holiday; I know I did. I hope you guys like this chapter. Izzie doesn't finish her story, but I promise she will in the future chapters. This one's kind of a filler chapter, because I think that Izzie needs an emotional break before she can talk more about Denny. Anyhow...if you read, you know the drill-REVIEW! I'll be eternally grateful.
-Kaitlin

After a long night of tossing, turning, crying over Denny, and barely any sleep, I woke up and began to make breakfast. Hannah was still asleep, but George and Meredith joined me in the kitchen. They both sat down on stools and poured themselves some coffee.

"Good morning, guys," I said.

"G'morning," George said, burning his tongue as he sipped his steaming coffee. He shot up off of the stool and said, "Damn!" He ran to the freezer, grabbed an ice cube, and placed it in his mouth. When he saw that Meredith and I were staring at him with confused looks on our faces, he did a double take and left the room.

Meredith laughed and I smirked. "Poor George. He just can't win, can he?" Meredith said.

"I guess not," I told her. I looked down to the pancake batter I was mixing. "Look, Mer. About last night…"

"Let's not have this conversation, okay? Don't worry about it," she said quickly.

"Okay, I won't bother you about it. But, it's just…you've been so helpful with Denny and Hannah, and I just want you to know that I'm here if you need me, okay? I mean, I bought Addison over here, anyways. Granted, I didn't know she'd bring Derek, but…"

"Thanks, Iz. It's not your fault and you don't need to apologize, but thanks," she said, smiling up at me.

I smiled back as I poured the batter on the skillet. At the same moment, Hannah came in the room, dragging George behind her by the hand.

"Look who I found hiding from you," Hannah said.

Meredith and I laughed. "You were hiding? Seriously?" I asked.

George hung his head in shame. "I wasn't hiding hiding, I was just staying away from you," he said, speaking to Meredith.

She laughed. "Why?"

"Because you're mean without your coffee."

Meredith stopped laughing. "Excellent point. No offense taken."

I laughed at the two of them.

"It's okay, George. I won't laugh at you," Hannah said.

George smiled and followed Hannah to the table. "See? Someone here likes me."

Hannah smiled. Meredith and I winked at each other and walked on over to the table.

"So, what're you guys doing today?" George asked. The three of us had the day off.

"Well, we we're going to get Hannah registered for school and then I don't know what we're going to do," I said.

"You promised you would finish telling me about—" Hannah said before I cut her off.

"I told you I don't break my promises," I said sternly, so not wanting to discuss Denny during breakfast. It was hard enough to get to sleep last night after what we had talked about. It was almost as if having Hannah here kept my mind off of all that I had lost, but now that she wants to know all about him, it's like I have to deal with two very big, very stressful dilemmas at once. And trust me—it's not fun, or easy, at all. But I get through it because I have to.

There was an awkward silence throughout the table. George broke it.

"So, what school are you enrolling at?"

Hannah shrugged her shoulders and looked to me for the answer.

"Probably Madison Middle School. Let's just hope they have room for her, though," I told George.

Meredith looked confused. "So she's going to go to school for about a month, then take her finals on information she's never studied?"

"We have finals? Back home we didn't have finals in middle school. Only in high school," Hannah said, sounding worried.

"No, 6th graders don't have finals. I didn't, at least. I think they start in 7th grade," I told her.

She sighed, relieved that she didn't have to take the tests.

"So, we'll go there first and then figure out what to do next, okay?" I asked.

"Mmm-hmm," she said, chewing her pancake.

"Hey, why don't we meet up for lunch? I'm not doing anything today, are you, Mer?" George asked.

"Nope. I can do lunch."

"Okay, I'll call you when we're done at the school and we'll meet up somewhere," I said.

"Okay," George and Meredith said as they stood up, taking their dishes to the sink. Hannah and I did the same, and we both went and got ready to leave. When we finished getting ready, we came downstairs to find Meredith and George watching a show on television.

"Hey, can I borrow someone's car?" I asked. I felt horrible always asking them for favors like this, but I couldn't afford to buy a new car right now. Although, having my own would make things ten times easier.

"Yeah," George said, throwing me his keys, his eyes staying glued on the screen. His aim was completely off and he ended up throwing them to Hannah instead.

"Does this mean I get to drive?" she exclaimed.

I laughed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

She smiled. "Yeah, but I don't think I would be able to see over the steering wheel."

"Yeah, you probably couldn't. So let's leave the driving up to me, okay?"

She smiled. "'Kay."

We drove over to the middle school and got Hannah enrolled. She was handed her schedule and was told that homeroom began at 8:30 the following morning. She got out at 2:50 in the afternoon and her bus, number 430, dropped her off at 3:15. The faculty seemed pleasant and I didn't foresee any problems at Madison. Hannah seemed excited, too, and couldn't wait to begin school, even though it was only for a month. Apparently she loved school and was great at making friends quickly because of her outgoing personality. She sounds just like me at her age.

I called home and told George and Meredith to meet us at Belltown Pizza. They said they'd be there in twenty minutes, and they were true to their word.

"So, Hannah, are you excited for school tomorrow?" Meredith asked.

Hannah's eyes lit up. "Yeah! I can't wait!"

"You have a favorite class?" George wondered.

She nodded. "Science. Back home we did biology this year and it was so cool! But then we started learning about electricity and weather and I got bored."

I laughed. "Our little doctor in training, hmm?"

George and Meredith laughed and Hannah smiled.

We finished up the pizza, and as we were paying the bill, each of our pagers went off.

Hannah looked confused, but excited at the prospect of going to the hospital again.

"Guys, it's 911. We've got to go," We threw cash down on the table and hurried over to the hospital. When we walked into the locker room, Dr. Bailey was already there.

"Took you long enough," she said.

"Sorry, we were having lunch across town. What's going on?" I asked. "And what should I do with Hannah? Actually, what should I do with myself? It's not like I'll be much help, anyways."

"Izzie, we need all the help we can get. Go see the chief with Hannah and then get your ass down here A.S.A.P., got it?"

I nodded and changed into my scrubs. "C'mon, Han. We've got to hurry," I told her.

She followed me, dodging the fellow interns who were all in a frenzy due to the trauma that was arriving soon.

We rushed up to the Chief's office, intruding on a meeting between him and his wife.

"Chief, Adele, I am so sorry to interrupt, but we've got a situation we need to sort out."

He looked to Adele for approval of me to come inside. Without looking at me, she said, "Come in, Dr. Stevens." She mumbled, "It's not like he was listening to me anyways."

"Hello, Izzie, Hannah. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I got paged—a 911—but I was off-duty and had Hannah with me. Any idea where I should bring her, Sir?"

"You can bring her to the day care," he said.

"Richard, that's for babies!" Adele said. "Izzie, let me take her. I know just the thing we can do."

"Really, Adele? Thank you so much," I said.

"Hannah, this is Adele, the Chief's wife. You're going to go with her, okay? Sorry I had to cut our day short."

"It's okay, Izzie. I'll be fine. Just remember that I have to get to bed early since I have school tomorrow, so don't take forever, okay?"

I smiled. "Got it."

"Thanks again, Adele," I said.

"No problem, Izzie," she said as they walked out of the room.

The Chief and I just stood there. No one spoke and there was an awkward silence between us.

"Izzie, why are you still standing here?" he asked.

"Well, Chief, I'm confused."

"How so?"

"I mean…I'm on probation. It's not like I can do anything except watch—"

"And learn. You can learn."

"True, I can learn. But won't I just be in the way? I mean, these are serious cases, I'm guessing, if you're paging '911s' to everyone. So if they need immediate medical attention, I'll just be standing there, taking up room that the other doctors need. Plus, it's my day off, and if I can't help out downstairs, what's the point of even being here?"

"Look, Izzie, it's not like I can completely forget what happened with Denny Duquette. That was a big slip-up, and I'm not going to sacrifice a patient's life just because you fear that you're going to be in the way. Go find Dr. Montgomery and be her intern for the day. I doubt there were any pregnant women in the accident. It was a small jet that crashed, and there were more fatalities than there were survivors. Plus, if the other interns have to work extra hours, you're going to do the same," he said.

I looked down. "Yes, Sir." I stood up to go find Addison.

When I got to the door, the Chief stopped me.

"However," he said, "if Dr. Montgomery has any surgeries scheduled, you'll be allowed to scrub in. You don't touch anything, you don't voice your opinion, but you'll be there. And that sure as hell beats watching from the gallery."

My eyes lit up. "Thank you so much, Chief! You don't know how much this means to me, that you're starting to trust—"

"Dr. Stevens, get to it," he said.

"Right, right," I said as I walked out the door. "Thank you!" I exclaimed as I ran down the hallway to find Dr. Montgomery. "You won't regret this!"

I found Addison in the NICU, tending to her newest patient.

"Dr. Montgomery?"

She looked up, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. "Oh, hi, Dr. Stevens. What're you doing here? Aren't there trauma patients downstairs?"

I nodded. "Yeah, but Chief told me to stick with you for the rest of the day and that if you have any surgeries, I can scrub in. I can't do anything, but I can scrub in instead of watching from the gallery."

"Okay," she said. "Well, this is Sara," she said, looking down at the adorable baby in the incubator.

Sara. Perfect.

I looked down at the little girl, her beautiful blue eyes staring back up at me. I put my finger in the incubator to stroke her cheek, and she grabbed onto it, unwilling to let go.

"She's got a strong grip already," I said.

"Yeah," Addison smiled, "she's a fighter."

I picked up Sara's chart and read up on her. "She's got HLHS?" I asked.

"Unfortunately, she does."

"Are you going to do a Norwood or cardiac transplantation?" I asked, the last few words of my question getting quieter and quieter. All my thoughts of Denny came rushing back, the thoughts I tried to hide today for Hannah's sake. But I had to be strong…for everyone.

"I'm still waiting for the parents' decision. She was just born about an hour ago, so they've still got some time to decide. She's a candidate for the Norwood Procedure, so I know I'd like for them to point towards that option, but it's not up to me."

I nodded. "Poor little girl," I said, her tiny hand holding my finger. "She just got here; look at all the problems she has already."

Addison looked down. "She's done nothing wrong, done nothing to deserve this, but it's happened. It's done. And there's no going back, now, is there?"

I looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Sara, Dr. Stevens, the baby we've been talking about for the past ten minutes," she said, putting her guard up.

"Addison—"

"Dr. Montgomery," she corrected.

"Dr. Montgomery, don't take this the wrong way, but I'm pretty positive you're not talking about Sara. You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but I'm here if you want to talk," I told her. I've said that a lot today, haven't I?

"I'm not going to tell you. I'm so not going to tell you, and you know why? Because you're a gossip, Izzie. You're a gossip. And if I tell you, by the end of the day the whole hospital will know and that's so not how I'd want them to find out," she said, her moodiness rubbing me the wrong way.

"Look, Dr. Montgomery, I don't know what I ever did to you. We were civil yesterday night. And I know that you're going through a lot these days, with the divorce, having Hannah here, and losing your sister and brother-in-law and all, but you have no right, no right, to talk to me like that. I'm a different person now, and I've learned where gossip has gotten me. And trust me, it's not somewhere pleasant. So if you want to talk to me like that—fine. Do it. But I'm not going to listen because—"

"I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant and I don't know who the father is!"

A/N: Oh, the drama! Addison's pregnant, but is the father Derek or Mark? How will Meredith react when she hears the news? Better yet, how will everyone react? And how will Izzie prove to her superiors that she's ready to become a full-fledged doctor again? Stay tuned! Review, please!