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A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this...lets just let it roll. Just review it, tell me if it is good or bad or whatever.

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Meredith Grey stared out the window of the Lufthansa Airlines flight, watching as Paris turned into specks below her.

She looked around the first class section of her AirFrance flight and sighed. She never thought she would be going back to Seattle Grace. For five years she had been working at the Hertford British Hospital in Paris as an attending, a very well-known hospital. She had done her residence in London, she had been tired of America.

After Christina's failed wedding and her break-up with Derek Shepherd in front of a huge crowd, she and Christina had both packed their bags and headed in separate directions. Now that Christina was returning to Seattle, she felt the same way.

She looked at the seat next to her towards her sleeping daughter. She was now ten years old, and looking more like the perfect combination of Derek and herself each day.

"Bonjour," the flight attendant came to her seat, "Est-ce que vous voulez un boisson?"

"Oui," Meredith responded in her crisp French accent, "Je voudrais un verre de vin, et elle voudrait un coca."

Meredith was afraid to go back to Seattle. She knew that Derek needed to know she had a daughter who was fluent in English and French, but she knew she had changed. It was as if she had taken over Addison's role. Meredith looked quite European. She refused to step out of the house without the perfectly paired outfit of haute-couture.

She sighed, she didn't want to go back to America. She didn't want to live in a world of people wearing touristy white tennis shoes and clogging the streets. She just wanted life to go back to how it was in Paris.

But life didn't always work how she wanted. She didn't want to go back to Seattle and watch Preston Burke be lowered into the soil, but she knew it was the right thing to do. She was really supporting Christina, who still loved him regardless of what he did. Derek, the new chief, had offered her an important spot on the surgical team and she couldn't really deny it.

"Well," she sighed looking at her daughter, "We're going to America." Leaning her big chair back, Meredith closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

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She had refused to sell her mother's house to anyone but Izzy and George, as long as they kept paying rent. Now the two happened to be married, still living in it. She admittingly hadn't really kept in touch besides the occasional e-mail to the two, and now she was going to be staying with them and their twin sons, Edward and John.

Walking up to the door, Meredith looked at her daughter Maria, "Remember...the boys are like, eight or something. They probably look really American to you and they'll probably be immature or something. Just be nice."

Maria just laughed. Meredith was proud of how she had raised her daughter. She was wearing leggings, a tunic, and ballet flats, along with a matching necklace and headband. She was nice to everyone she met and her immaturity had left her when she was quite young. Meredith always spilled her heart to her young daughter when times were rough, and it seemed to one of those times.

"Mom, don't freak out on me again. I'll be nice, don't worry. I just want to meet dad," she admitted, "You speak of him pretty highly."

Meredith sighed, "It's time to do this thing isn't it?"

"Duh," her daughter smiled...everytime she smiled Meredith's heart crumbled, it was exactly like Dereks.

Meredith slowly rang the doorbell once and waited. After a few moments, the door slowly opened to reveal Izzy, looking quite motherlike, but wonderful.

Izzy only paused for a moment, taking in her friend who was clad in skinny jeans and a Chanel blouse along with flats.

"Oh my gosh, Mer!" Izzy suddenly thrust her arms out and threw herself at her old friend.

"Hey Izzy," Meredith smiled, slowly letting go of the hug, "This is my daughter...Maria."

"She is gorgeous," Izzy smiled, "You look a lot like your mother."

"GEORGE!" she yelled into the house, "Mer's here!"

In a matter of seconds, George appeared at the door, bearing an eight-year old with blonde hair in his arms. Setting his kid on the ground, he leaned in and hugged Meredith.

"You look good," he looked at her, "Who is this one?" He motioned towards Maria, who stood confidently next to Meredith.

"This is my daughter, Maria," Meredith announced.

"Hi," Maria smiled, sticking out her hand. George seemed pretty impressed.

Opening the door wider, Izzy motioned for the two to come inside.

"This is Edward," George noted, pointing towards the same blonde boy who ran inside the door and flew up the stairs.

Walking into the living room, Izzy began asking Meredith a lot of questions, "Is Paris amazing?"

"I really love it," Meredith answered, "But I knew that it was time for a change."

"Yeah, we really miss you," George smiled, calling for his boys up the stairs.

"You and Maria can share your old room, we felt weird giving it to our sons," Izzy told her, motioning towards the stairs.

"I'm going to shower," Meredith announced, "I really need to find Christina. And I guess Derek..."

Meredith began up the stairs, leaving Maria with Izzy and George.

"You know," Izzy called up the stairs, "He asks about you a lot."

Meredith stopped, turned around and faced her friend, "I'm not here to get him back, I'm here to introduce him to his daughter."

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After ten years, Seattle Grace Hospital still looked almost the same, besides the new wing that was added on. She knew that Derek would be in his office here, and she just wanted to get it over with.

Seattle Grace still even smelled the same. She looked down at her outfit, she was wearing a long white tunic with a belt and matching pumps. She ran her fingers through her hair and headed towards the chief's office.

The door was different, well, it was the same door but the plaque had been replaced and Derek's name had been put on it.

Her heart was beating quickly in her stomach, she was more nervous than she had been in a long time.

"Just do it," Maria looked at her, flipping her hair back, "Pull the band-aid off fast."

Meredith gulped and slowly opened the door. She froze the second she met his eyes. He was still as dreamy as ever. She couldn't move, her eyes were fixated on him.

"H...hi," she managed to choke out. She looked over at Maria, who was in awe.

"Meredith," he breathed, "Oh my...how are you?" He immediately stood up and moved over to give her a hug.

"I'm..." Meredith was interrupted by her daughter,

"Hi dad."

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