AN: So people are kind of confused, so this will hopefully clear up some of it…
Meredith's upset that Derek has a daughter, not because she knows it's hers.
It is most definitely Meredith's kid.
you will find out later who the father is so…keep reading!!! Lol.
I may incorporate Ellis…mhmm, good idea. But I'm not quite sure where yet…
I think doppelganger is an English word…it was in alias!!!
Addison and Derek are married because that's how it happens on the show. This is like, the same thing but with other, more complicated things happening, and not an exact timeline.
Are all the questions answered? If the answer's yes or no, review!!
Her hair clung to her face, dark and tangled as she leaned against the tree outside the hospital where she had thrown up during her first week of internship. It was raining, silver sheets pounding on her back, her arms, her face. She bent over, trying to gulp back the overpowering feeling of dizziness.
Derek; father. Derek; husband.
Her eyes welled with infuriatingly authentic tears, but she was far to proud to let them fall. They hung there, glistening and making her blind to the rain, and the tree, and to Derek, who was pulling on her arm and begging her to listen in a strained, desperate voice. The girl was watching wide-eyed from a few feet away, the red-head's hand placed lightly on her shoulder in a protective grip.
"I didn't tell you because-"
"No. You don't get to explain right now," she snapped, shrugging off his touch, "I get to stalk away in an act of defiance and you get to watch me walk away."
He surprised her by nodding weakly, stepping back and letting her pull her coat tighter and brush past his wife and daughter who he had failed to mention for the first three months of their relationship. The only three months of their relationship, she decided forcefully while throwing her car into gear and tearing out of the Seattle Grace parking lot, one hand gripping the head rest of the passenger seat so tightly that her knuckles were turning white.
She pulled out her phone, which has been vibrating incessantly for five minutes straight. She was sprawled on the couch, unable to move much because of her swollen ankles and aching back. She glanced at the caller ID, wincing at the New York number; she already knew who it was. After all, she only knew one person from New York.
"What do you want?" Her voice was sharp, carrying months of hurt in the low octaves of her words.
"Meredith," he breathed, like a sigh.
"What do you want?" she repeated, unconsciously tugging at the edge of her maternity dress and willing him silently to hang up.
"I just…I needed-look, I found a place for the baby."
"You found a place. What does that even mean? You don't talk to me for the rest of the school year and then you leave, not even having the courage to break up with me, and then you expect me to take your advice? Are you on crack?"
She sounded more confident than she felt; in reality she was sinking further and further into herself, mentally curling into the fetal position.
"Meredith, you can't take care of this baby by yourself. You need someone else, and I found a really great couple."
"Why should I trust you? And where the hell do you get off telling me what I should do with my life? You left me.You chose to give up on us, not me. You decided that you couldn't handle it."
He sighed, sounding exhausted and frustrated.
"Look, there's a couple a few years ahead of me and they just got married. They're ready to have a baby, but they can't. Will you think about it? They're good friends of mine."
"So you think you can just call whenever and decide the rest of my life just because they're 'your friends'?"
"Yes-no…god, Meredith I'm just giving you an option. You don't have to make a decision now, but will you think about it?"
"Do you realize that this is the first time you've spoken to me in eight months?"
He hesitated, before omitting a small 'yes'.
"Just making sure," she said before pressing end and letting out a long breath of relief. Her first telephone confrontation with her ex boyfriend and she had gotten through without bursting into tears.
It was a miracle.
Back at the house, George was waiting with a mug of steaming coffee, which he silently handed to her as soon as she slammed the door and began shrugging off her coat.
"Izzie called," he said, once she'd drained the mug and gone to the kitchen to get another, "She told me about the scene in the lobby."
"She saw?"
"Half the staff saw," he answered softly, "are you okay?"
"Do I look like I'm okay?"
She didn't.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and stained with unshed tears and her hair was still clinging desperately to her face.
"No."
"Then I'm not okay."
She rinsed out the mug, setting it carefully on the drying rack and heaving another long, drawn-out sigh before falling into one of their bar stools.
"I wish I could go back," she muttered, "I wish I could pick up someone else at Joe's, someone who isn't McDreamy and isn't married and doesn't have a daughter."
"Yeah," George mused, "Yeah, I wish you could do that too."
"He didn't tell me," she said, mentally cursing at the break in her voice, "he didn't tell me and now they're here and…"
"I know."
She shot him a strange look, like she was just seeing him for the first time. She let out a small shutter of emotion and smiled weakly, stubbornly trying to make everything okay. Then, almost as if she hadn't said anything, her demeanor changed and she stood up quickly, nearly knocking over the display of fruit Izzie had set up the night before.
"I'm just going to go…," she murmured, "I'm just going to…I need sleep, you know. With work tomorrow and everything."
"You should call in sick," he suggested, "you shouldn't have to deal with him right now."
"No. I have to go, otherwise he'll think I'm staying home for him. He'll think he actually meant something to me and right now I don't want him to think I actually care."
He nodded, reluctantly letting her climb the stairs at a labored, tortured pace. He sighed, knowing that the next few weeks would be spent pulling all-nighters for sobbing roommates and sleeping with a pillow placed tightly over his ears to block out the sounds from her one night stands. Knowing that, despite his comforting words and gestures, she would never know that he loved her.