A/N: Sorry for not updating in a long time but here it is… Just a few things I want to correct… Meredith's 40 NOT 41…Please give a crap about what I wrote in the first chapter, just do so and it will be great… And I just want to update you on how I made the characters' ages, so here I comes… As I said Meredith: 40, Christina 41, Izzie 42, George 40, Derek 50, Addison 49 and Mark 50… So let the fun begin!

Chapter 6 - Damaged

As Izzie Stevens made her way though the hallway her pager went off. Looking down on it she sighed. It was quite amazing really that she had stayed at Seattle Grace this long time really, because there's always something to do. Though when she was a first year resident that was what she wanted. A lot to do. Thrilling surgeries, not to say bloody trauma cases. A busy, chaotic day in the pit with loads of bloody traumas was like Christmas in hers and her friends' eyes. Now those kinds of things meant a headache. It's funny really how you can go from a not-taken-serious-intern to a respected neo-natal surgeon. That's progress, but isn't that what life is all about? Making progress...

"So George what is it?" she said as she entered the exam room she had been paged to. She looked around in the room and found it empty except for George. "Where's the patient?"

"Ehm, there is no patient..." he said as he sat down on the bed.

"Well I can see that, and as there is not patient, I've got some stuff to do... So if you don't mind..." Izzie said and turned around to go.

"We have kids..." George said, and Izzie stopped.

"Yeah we do..." she said as she entered again and sat down on the other side of the bed. "A lot of people have kids... What is it George? Do you feel guilty for not being home that much?" she asked. As surgeons their time was limited. There was no way to get around the lack of time. Her kids always asked her why mummy couldn't stay home with them. Why they had to go to day care so early sometimes that the sun wasn't even up. Laura and Lily were 5 years old, so they hadn't started to question her yet. Izzie knew it would become worse as they'd get older. "George?"

George looked down. It wasn't what he meant to say, but of course he felt guilty. When Jack was born he was in his seventh and final year of residency, so he wasn't home that much then because he had to work. Though when Jenna was born three years ago, he took time. Not that he could make up for the lost time with Jack. He took time if not for his own and Jenna's sake, but for Olivia's. He and Olivia somehow found the way back each other, or more likely George found his was back to Olivia. Four years ago they had gotten married. A small ceremony with their families and closest friends, though everybody weren't there...

"You said a lot of people have kids..."

The person he was going to bring up they didn't talk a lot about, mainly because they hadn't seen each other in many years and they didn't know her anymore. Every now and then they could spot an article in the monthly Doctor's Magazine about her doing some amazing surgery or whatever. But even if they didn't know her anymore, it didn't mean that they didn't miss her or wondered over how it would have been if she wouldn't have left. They knew practically everything about her work as a top neurosurgeon in New York, but they didn't know anything what so ever about their friend, about her life. They just knew that she was a god damn good surgeon.

"George say what you wanna say!" Izzie said impatiently. "You've been trying to say something for a minute now. Spill it!"

"Do you think Meredith has kids?" he said and the blond looked strangely at him.

"George... Ehm... I... I suppose she could have..." Izzie finally said.

They hadn't actually talked about Meredith in a long time. Though it didn't go one day without her crossing their minds. Izzie and George lived in her house for Christ's sake. Meredith left letters to them before she moved, telling them that the house was theirs. She also wrote that she didn't want them to go after, because they'd just convince her to not move. They all thought it was a rather weak just leaving a letter as an only goodbye, but as she had stated in the end of the letter:

After all, I'm the damaged one...

"Why do you wonder?" Izzie asked.

"It's just that I met a girl who reminded me of her." George said as he thought of the girl he had met 20 minutes earlier. "She said a lot of stuff she shouldn't know, and she called me Georgie." he sighed.

Izzie let out a little laugh. "Kids say a lot of stuff and half of it is just random guessing, and small girls may think Georgie is funnier than George. I mean take Laura and Lily; for them you're 'Uncle Georgie!'."

George rolled his eyes. "Izzie, she's fifteen."

"Then it's really not Meredith's daughter." Izzie said and smiled. "Take it easy George. If this girl would be Meredith's daughter, whom I highly doubt, she would have flown across the country alone and Derek would be her father..." she gave out a laugh again.

"She smiled as soon as she read my name on my coat..."

"Everybody smiles at you, because your hair's so funny!" Izzie ran a hand through his hair, but George angrily pulled it away.

"Izzie! She and her friend were looking for the Surgical Wing, she just happened to know that Meredith's a woman-"

"It's a woman's name George..." Izzie reminded and nodded.

"Yes I know, but I only referred to Meredith as 'dr Grey'. She asked me if Derek was working today and most important of all she called Addison the wife of her father..." George exclaimed stood up. "I mean, either she's psyche patient on the run with a veeery wild imagination or she's actually Meredith's daughter!"

"George you do get what you're saying? Right? Cause that means Meredith was pregnant when she left." Izzie looked strangely at George. "Would she really do such a thing, to Derek?"

"He abandoned her, he messed her up and most important of all; he chose Addison." George sighed as they walked out in the hallway. "He pretty much did it to himself."

"George I don't know… I mean… I don't think…" Izzie started as they walked through the hall. "Shouldn't we know if Meredith has a daughter?" Come to think of it she probably didn't even know they had kids. "We haven't talked to her in 15 years, she probably doesn't know about our kids." Izzie felt a tear in the corner of her eye. "George, how could we let this happen? Why didn't we go after her? How could we just let her go?"

"Now you sound like we did 15 years ago… She didn't want us to go after her…"

"But why didn't we go to New York, afterwards?"

"Though that; I don't know…" George said as the walked up to the nurses' station.

"Well, anyhow we have to talk to Christina..." Izzie looked around. "Wonder where she is?"

"I'm here! Here!" a voice said, and Christina plopped up from underneath the desk. "What do you wanna talk about?"

Izzie and George looked at each other and then dragged Christina with them into an empty storage closet.

"Okay, so what are we doing?" she asked and looked oddly at her friends, as Izzie found the light switch.

"Have you seen two like fifteen year old girls around here somewhere?" George asked.

"No... Though, I have seen one... Like my height, deep blue eyes, mousy blonde kind of a hair, with a "Down Under" t-shirt, really cool..." Christina said giving a perfect description of the girl she had seen 5 minutes earlier. "Why do you ask?"

"Christina, what do you get of that; your height, deep blue eyes and mousy blond hair?" Izzie said as she sat down on a carbon box.

"Ehm, a perfectly normal teenaged girl..."

Both Izzie and George sighed. "You were in the top of your class right?"

"I was the top..." she shook her head. "What does my grade have to do with that girl?"

"What does her looks tell you?" Izzie continued.

"Ehm... That the boys probably like her..." Christina sighed. "I don't know. Seriously, I've got other things to do than discussing some girl's hair and eyes, height, and her status with the boys!"

"She's not just some girl..." George exclaimed as she grabbed the door knob.

"Take it easy George." Izzie hushed him. "We're not sure yet..."

"Sure what? She's probably just a visitor or something... I heard her ask for Shepherd 5 minutes ago so..." she looked strangely at her friends who swore. "What!?"

"Christina! Don't you get it!?" George asked raising his hands in the air.

"No, not really..."

"That's Meredith's daughter!"

Christina looked questionly at her friends, and she scoffed. "Hhmeesnm... You're kidding right? Meredith, daughter... When would she have time for a daughter, she's a top neurosurgeon, remember?"

"You have time, you have kids." Izzie reminded.

"It's not I'm a top surgeon as big as her, I'm just married to one..." Christina said and sighed. She and Burke, married two years after Meredith had left. Christina sent her an invitation, but she didn't answer it.

Since then Christina hadn't been very keen on trying to remember her best friend. She left, Meredith left her best friend. She didn't know anything about them anymore.

Even so, Christina really missed her, though she didn't want to admit it. She really missed her during her last year of residency, when she found out she was pregnant.

The age of 9 made Taylor the oldest of the Burke-Yang kids. Then followed Hunter 7 and Megan 5.

If Christina looked back on the day she entered Seattle Grace Hospital, never would she have thought she'd get married to the best cardiothoracic surgeon in the whole country, have three kids with him, and certainly not be left by her best friend.

Never would she have thought that that would hurt her so much, but it did. "Well Meredith's probably like her mother now, without time for kids..." Christina mumbled.

"What are you saying?" George said with a slight horror in his voice. "Christina..."

"Oh, since when are we being nice to Meredith...? It's not like she's here is it? She left remember?" Christina said with a bit of anger cross her face. "Frankly I don't care if she has kids or if she's married, but I seriously doubt that she do as she can not have no feelings in her body 'cause she left us!" she almost shouted, and the little closet framed her voice, making it sound even deeper than it already was. "I seriously doubt that she's Meredith's daughter, because the Meredith back then would have told us if she was pregnant..."

"You're right..." Izzie said and then looked at George. "Meredith would have told us, that girl can't be her daughter."

"Izzie!" he exclaimed, hearing his friend, that three seconds ago was positive to the thought of Zadie being Meredith's daughter, actually doubting. "Izzie! She... she has to... I mean, look at her!"

"No George... This is just another of your pathetic tries for making Meredith not seem like one of the biggest jackasses on earth..." he looked down as those words left Christina's lips. "Unfortunately for us our two best friends were jackasses. Alex left and Meredith left. They didn't move on the same day but maybe if they had it had made it easier for us!"

"Do you know what you're saying!? Then Laura and Lily wouldn't exist..." George couldn't believe what she was saying.

"Maybe they would, they'd just have a better father who wouldn't have left them and it would have saved Izzie a hell of a lot more tears..."

Both George and Christina could see Izzie wasn't taking their discussion so good. Even after three years and some understanding between her and Alex, her wounds weren't wholly healed.

"We're sorry!" both George and Christina exclaimed and looked at Izzie who stood up from the carbon box.

"I didn't mean that Lily and Laura... I'm sorry..." Christina started.

"I know..." Izzie smiled. "You've become mushy..."

Christina gave her a glare.

"Ok, you haven't..." Izzie gave her a hug, and Christina actually didn't express pain or discomfort. "Look, we do great without Meredith... She left, but we do great..."

Christina nodded. "Yeah... Right George?"

"… yeah…" he said looking down. Truth told he didn't do great without Meredith…

A/N: So what did you think? Good? Bad? Please don't kill me for doing such a thing with Alex, but maybe there will be a happy end… Well anyway please review!