AN: Don't worry, I was already planning a Hannah POV-hence the next chapter. Thanks for all the amazing reviews and keep em' coming!
P.S.- I did this in like an hour so it might not be edited that well but I felt like I should probably give you another chapter because you've been so patient---enjoy!
"Mom? Can I go see Dad at work?"
The question was innocent enough, a request that a mother should have no hesitation in granting.
If not, then it was a question that Hannah could easily argue about to get her way in the end. In a way, she did want to visit him. She hadn't seen him in over two months, and his absence in New York had started to sting. But, despite the connection she wanted to renew with her father, there was also another, more secretive reason. A reason, she was sure, her mother would not approve of. It was because she, like every other child of separated parents, had a curious, overwhelming need to meet her dad's new girlfriend. At first it was just an idea, a dream. Just an imaginary scenario that she would think about every once and awhile.
But, as she'd thought about it more, a plan had formed. A plan that involved questions, endless questions that were not as innocent as the one she'd just asked her mother. Questions that would clear up the mysterious last few months and help figure out just exactly happened between her parents that caused one of them to move all the way across the country.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Addison asked hesitantly-she still wasn't sure if she wanted to stay.
"Actually, I was thinking you could drop me off. I haven't spent a lot of time with him, you know, with everything…"The red-head winced and Hannah knew she'd hit a nerve, "Listen, if you don't think it's a good idea-"
"No, I think it's a great idea. You deserve some time with him. You'll call when you need me to come pick you up?"
"I'll call."
"Good."
Addison turned back to the fight with the toaster that she was currently losing.
"Uh, Mom?"
"Yeah sweets?"
"Can we go?"
"Oh, yeah. Of course. Sorry, I didn't think you meant now-"
"I did."
"Right."
--
Meredith was better, really. Ask anyone and they'd tell you that she was smiling again; that she had made a complete turnaround in the shock-worthy time frame of less than 24 hours. Albeit, her smile was looking a little fake, like she had duct-taped the corners of her lips up to her cheeks in the hopes of looking half-way normal but hey, at least she wasn't sobbing in the bathroom anymore.
"So what lecture did Bailey give you yesterday?" Water started to waterfall out of the faucet next to her and a shadow crept up her scrubs.
Christina.
"Nothing, surprisingly. She told me to pull myself together and get back to work."
"I wish she was my mother."
The blonde grunted, smiling another one of her weak, half-smiles and tying her scrub cap below her ponytail.
"So do you think I should beg Derek to take me back or should I keep being a depressed alcoholic who's gradually spiraling into a deep black pit of angst and self-pity?"
"Definitely the angst and self-pity. Then you can write a book about it later and sell millions of copies to women just as desperate and depressed as you are right now."
Christina pressed her thumb into a red button, letting the doors slide open for her.
"Okay, was that sarcasm? I can't tell anymore."
Christina threw a look over her shoulder to Meredith, who was wiping her hands on a towel provided by one of the nurses.
"Meredith, how long have you known me?"
"Uh…a couple months?"
"Exactly. You should know that I never use sarcasm as a mechanism to mask the truth."
Silence.
"So that was sarcasm?"
"Can we get to work?" Burke cut in, glaring at his two interns.
"Yes, Dr. Burke," they chanted obediently.
Neither noticed the blonde mini-Meredith who was swinging her legs underneath the gallery bench patiently, leaning over in fascination to watch the surgery unfold, her eyes lighting with something similar to admiration.
--
Hannah's mind was reeling.
Her parents had always told her that watching them work was boring, that she should find things to do with her classmates. But that was…
She couldn't even describe it. It was like she knew, in that moment, that that was what she wanted to do. She wanted to tell an intern to get her a scalpel, she wanted to change into scrubs everyday for work; she wanted to save someone's life.
"God, that was amazing," she gushed to the interns two hours later as they brushed through the doors laughing.
Emotions flashed; shock, confusion, more shock.
"You're…"
"Your boyfriend's daughter. Yes."
She wasn't usually this bold, but something was pushing her, driving her, forcing her to confront the blonde who broke up her parents.
"Um…" Meredith clutched at Christina's scrub shirt.
"I just want to talk. No yelling, no screaming, just a simple talk."
"O-o-okay…what's your name again?"
"Hannah. Did you know he was married?"
She sighed, letting her fingers fall limply to her side. Christina stayed, something glinting in her eyes.
"No," she said, barely audible, "I found out when you both showed up."
"So that was why you threw up in the bushes."
A strangled laugh.
"That was why I threw up in the bushes."
Hannah glanced down the hall warily.
"Are you a slut?"
She would be so grounded if her dad was here.
Christina laughed, "Kid, you'd be so dead if I called Shepherd right now."
Grounded, dead; same thing.
"I mean, not slutty, but you know…did you meet in a bar? Cause, I mean, my parents were having problems but a girlfriend? You're only what- sixteen years older than me? That's kind of young for my dad. Not too young but, you know…"
"Was that all?" Meredith cut in, throwing a concerned look to Christina who was staring not-so-subtly at the girl.
"I guess."
"Then I have one question for you. But I really, really need something to eat so…"
"Locker room?"
"Vending machines."
"Will you get me something, too?"
Meredith looked uneasy.
"It's just that I haven't eaten for awhile and I'm really hungry…otherwise I wouldn't ask but-"
"Something healthy," the older blonde offered, "I don't want to… overstep…or anything…"
"Agreed."
Meredith and Christina took off, letting Hannah trail behind to study patients' charts and look into rooms.
"She's you," Christina breathed as soon as Hannah was out of earshot, "It's like you got sucked into that machine on Honey I Shrunk the Kids and now you're…you're….mini."
Meredith laughed nervously.
"You've seen Honey I Shrunk the Kids?"
"Focus, Meredith- She. Is. You."
"She is not me."
She glanced back at the girl, who was grinning at a temp frantically trying to keep up with a doctor.
"You can't tell me you haven't noticed the similarities," Christina argued, "You're identical. You're both blonde, you ramble, you both love McDreamy…"
"So we're blonde and we ramble-"
"And you love McDreamy."
"Whatever. So what if we're alike? What does that even mean?"
"I'm just saying."
"Yeah? Well what did you think I was going to ask her about?"
Christina looked confused.
"You mean you…"
"I had a kid, okay? It was a while ago, I was young, I gave her up and now…"
"You mean you…"
"Yes, okay? There is a slight, nearly-non-existent, less-than-one-percent chance she's mine."
"This is bad, Mer, this is bad."
"Yeah, I know. But she might not be mine, right?"
Christina shook her head, looking more than a little skeptical.
"If you're trying to convince me that you have a kid that same age who's not Hannah then it would be my professional duty to force you to take a DNA test."
Meredith frowned, turning back again to watch Hannah.
"I'm screwed," Meredith moaned.
"You're screwed," Christina agreed.