Meredith was left with Peyton in her room trying to get information from her but Peyton was being less than cooperative and kept tying and retying her long curly dark hair into a bun.
Meredith was trying though, "blood type?"
Peyton only snorted, "Do a blood test Dr. Grey, and I'm sure you can figure that out"
"Last name?"
"Date of birth"
"Parents names?"
With this question, Peyton shifted herself on the bed so she was no longer facing Meredith.
"At least tell me your race/ethnicity?" Meredith begged, "Please I need to have something to give Owen"
Owen was watching from the door, "Are you giving Dr. Grey a hard time Peyton?
He looked at the chart, and then took it from Meredith.
"Let me see that… God it's been a while since I've had to do this"
"Last name …Peyton Doe, you call yourself right?"
Peyton turned back so that she was facing Owen "you remembered?"
He gave her a quick smile and continue filling out the chart
"April 4th right... 1993?" "Right …you're sixteen"
"Parents names? You never told me"
"Race and Ethnicity? Half Italian and half…what was it, Chippewa Indian? "
"Cherokee," she said before she could stop herself
"Right" he smiled
She turned to Dr. Grey, "Hey, sorry for giving you a hard time, but could you give Owen and I a minute?"
"Sure", Meredith said as she walked out of the room
As soon as she left Owen, ran over to Peyton and gave her a tight hug, "Where the hell you been kid? I've been scouring the streets of Seattle for you."
"There's your mistake she said hugging him back, I've been a California girl for a while, like my tan?"
"Yeah, Owen replied, "it goes well with your broken ribs, head trauma and internal bleeding"
She sighed "shut up Owen, it's none of your business"
"Actually it is my business since you're in my hospital, in my trauma wing and I'm your doctor" Owen said his frown deepening
"Same old Owen, always worrying, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself."
He looked doubtful
"Hey Owen?"
He raised his eyebrows
"Where are James and Nate and the other guys? Maybe you could call them? It's been a while since I've seen them, are they on leave with you?"
Owen ignored the questions and moved to sit on the bed
"I missed you kid"
"I missed you Owen, you were gone a long time" "Why didn't you come back for me, I know you couldn't have left Iraq but if you were back…Why? Did you forget about me?"
Owen pulled away and held her by her shoulders
"How could I? How could I forget?
He didn't see Meredith Grey at the window witnessing a 35 year old man hugging a 16 year old girl and she ran to tell Cristina.
