CHAPTER 2
Previously….
Summary of Chapter 1: Izzie and George worked on a way to get into the locked room upstairs. The one next to Meredith's bedroom. No one had ever been allowed in there, but George needed a place to stay.
As the room was showered in light, the contents of the top secret room were revealed.
"What the…?" is all both could say.
George and Izzie slowly wandered the room, making sure to not miss anything.
"Well I was right, it is a bedroom, "Izzie said.
"Yeah, but who's?" George questioned.
"I don't know, maybe it was Meredith's room as a kid."
"Remember when we first moved in Iz? She said that your room had been hers growing up. Plus, everything looks new. Nothing looks 20 years old. It's not even dusty."
"I don't know what to tell you George. Maybe Meredith cleans the room when she's here alone."
"Yeah because that's not weird," he replied.
Izzie didn't say anything. She was too engrossed in the framed photos throughout the room. "George, check this out!"
George hurried over to see what Izzie was talking about. She handed him a framed photo. "Well that's definitely not Meredith. Who are these people?"
The picture was of two girls. One of which was a baby, probably a year old or around there. She was sitting on the other girl's lap. The older one looked maybe 19 or 20, but he was just guessing. Neither one was Meredith, however both girls looked alike. They had blue eyes and darker hair than Meredith's.
"I don't know George, but this is really strange."
As they carefully walked around the large room they took note of their surroundings. This bedroom was bigger than each of their rooms, including the master bedroom. The entire room screamed "girl" and looked very much like a little princess' room. There was no wall paper, instead the walls were painted a subtle shade of pink and enhanced by white molding. The item that first caught both their eyes was a twin bed, a very girly twin bed. It was a four poster canopy, white iron bed. There was an intricate swirl design made with the white iron at the foot of the bed. The head of the bed looked similar, but it was taller. On top of each of the four posters was white iron that looped up, down, and up again (think of a wave). The four iron "waves" coming from each corner of the bed connected above the bed in the middle. This served as the top of the canopy. On the head of the bed and sides, there was sheer white material with small flowers and branches embroidered on it. It could be pulled along the iron to enclose the sides of the bed for privacy. White wood night tables were on each side of the bed. A white iron lamp with clear crystals hanging from the pink lamp shade sat on one table. A book and a picture of the little girl sat on the other one.
The actual bedding was adorable. The bed cover was white with little pink embroidered polka dots. The sides of the cover had layered ruffles with pink scalloped edges sweeping the floor. It was absolutely gorgeous. Matching curtains hung on the room's two windows. The sheets on the bed were white with little dancing fairies holding wands. They had pink dresses and yellow wings. Pillows of all different sizes and shapes were arranged neatly on the bed. There were three bigger pillows in the back. One had white ruffles, one with pink ruffles; the third, matching the pink polka dotted bed cover. Next were the pillows one sleeps on; they matched the sheets. Three small squared pillows in front of all the others were the last of them. Two were smaller versions of the large white and pink ruffled pillows. The most beautiful pillow in Izzie's opinion was the third small square one; it was covered in all different shades of pink beads. Each of the four corners of the pillow had beaded tassels hanging down. It was beautiful. Perfectly laid at the foot of the bed was the softest pink throw that either one of them had ever felt. If it wasn't for the possibility Meredith would find out, Izzie briefly thought about "borrowing" it. No one lived in the room, so she wouldn't be hurting anyone. Izzie couldn't help but be jealous that she never had anything close to this as a child or as an adult.
In one of the corners of the room they spotted what looked to be a fake pink suede bean bag chair. Hanging from the ceiling above the bean bag was a sheer white circular net with the same material hanging down and surrounding the bean bag. Izzie was pretty sure it was called a princess net. Once Izzie saw the chair, she ran over and plopped down in it. "Wow is this thing soft and comfortable. I might stay here forever," she thought. It was then that she noticed white embroidered letters on it. M-I-L-E-Y.
"I know whose room this is!" shouted Izzie.
"Whose?"
"Miley's"
"Who is Miley?"
"Well obviously one of the girls in the photo George. I'm assuming it's the younger one since there are other photos of her in here."
"You should be a detective!" George mocked.
Against one of the walls was a white bookcase that held books, dolls, stuffed animals, figurines, and some of the framed photos they'd already discussed. Next to the bookcase was a white wooden chest filled with Barbie's, toys, puzzles, games, markers, crayons, etc. There was a large, circular, solid pink (matching the bedding) throw rug with a child's size white wood table and four chairs. A beautiful ceramic tea set was neatly arranged on the table ready for a tea party. A beautiful doll sat in each of two chairs.
Against the final wall sat a beautiful white wood armoire and next to it a closet. Izzie peaked inside, completely baffled at what she saw. "George look at this!"
Once he reached the closet, a look of confusion spread over his face. Eyebrows furrowed, he rambled, "Huh. Why are there only two child's dresses, a few pairs of teeny "elf" shoes, and a TON of hangers in here? I mean the rest of the room is filled with toys, games, and books. So, why are there basically no clothes? A wardrobe seems to be the only thing missing from here, well except a child. I mean if I was a kid with all this," he motioned with his hands, "I'd take the toys. Screw the clothes."
"This just keeps getting weirder."
White wood shelves of all lengths were scattered on all four walls. Pictures, fairy figurines, and knick knacks were neatly placed on them. One of the framed pictures was of Meredith and the other two girls having a tea party. This photo appeared to be more recent than the first one they looked at. The youngest, whom they assumed was Miley, looked to be about 3 years old; the "Jane Doe" appeared to be in her early twenties.
"Detective Izzie" had another idea. Grabbing the frame, she carefully removed the photo and flipped it over. "Look George there's a date. Kinda messy, definitely doctor handwriting. Can you tell what it says?"
Eyes squinted and nose crinkled, he tried to make out the date. "I'm pretty sure it says April 14, 2007."
"That was only about a year ago."
He put the frame and photo back together, placed it in its spot on the shelf and continued snooping.
Looking up, he noticed five small delicate fairies sporadically hanging from the ceiling. Each one was wearing a different color dress and in a different position. A small white steel chandelier draped with pink and clear crystals hung from the center of the ceiling.
It was the most inviting and stunning bedroom either had seen. Especially for a child. Everything was in its place. It was the cleanest kid's bedroom either had seen. Perfect was an understatement it was so amazing. Miley was obviously very loved.
"I never had a room like this. I mean not even remotely close to it," Izzie pouted.
"Yeah, me neither. Of course, I wouldn't have wanted a pink and white room. More manly because, well I'm a man," George babbled.
"I know what you mean George," she laughed. "It's a girl's dream to have a room this awesome!"
"Are you jealous of a three year old?" George smirked.
"No! Of course not. That would be ridiculous," Izzie lied.
All of a sudden they heard a car pulling into the driveway. Their eyes widened as both realized Meredith was home. She would be so angry if she knew they'd broken into the room. Panicked, they started scurrying about making sure everything was exactly how it had been when they entered. Satisfied, they ran out the door and headed to the stairs.
"Did you lock the door, you crook?" George questioned.
"Fuck. I forgot!" Izzie said running back with the altered bobby pin and locking the door. Once she was sure it was locked, they ran downstairs and jumped on the couch seconds before Meredith walked in.
"Hey guys? What's up?" Meredith asked.
Out of breath from running and sitting abnormally straight while pretending to read an upside down magazine, both started talking over the other.
"You know? Nothing much. Just sitting here looking through this magazine together," Izzie lied.
"Just bored. We haven't been doing anything we weren't supposed to do," George rambled at the same time. "You look nice today. Is that a new outfit?" he nervously asked after being elbowed by Izzie. She would win the gold medal in elbowing if it was an Olympic sport, George thought.
"Um, what's going on you two? Have you been drinking? Did you have sex again? Or did you break something? You're being creepy. Seriously, what's wrong with you two?" Meredith suspiciously questioned.
"Nothing. We didn't do anything. We were just about to go upstairs and, um do something. Uh…right George?" Izzie nervously said standing up.
"Yeah exactly upstairs. We have something to do," he followed with the magazine.
"Whatever you say, but if you're going to continue with that magazine, you might want to read it right side up," Meredith snickered. She knew they were up to something; she might as well make them more nervous if they weren't going to tell her what was up.
"Oh right. We knew that. It's just a game we play sometimes. You know, trying to read upside down?" George quickly stuttered as they were on the last few stairs.
"We'll be in my room, see you later"
"Ok, you weirdos," Meredith muttered. "Oh by the way, I've gotta go somewhere in a bit and more than likely, I won't be home till late," she yelled from downstairs, hoping she caught them before they were out of earshot.
"Where you going?"
"Just out George. I have something I've got to do."
"You meeting a guy? McDreamy?" Izzie questioned.
"No. We broke up a couple weeks ago. Remember? Plus he's dating Rose. Does it really matter where I'll be?" Meredith snapped.
"Ok then, none of our business. See you later then," Izzie said, kind of hurt that Meredith didn't trust them enough to say what she would be doing. Everyone knew she didn't trust Derek, but what was she doing that she couldn't tell them?
Meredith was alone downstairs. Knowing George and Izzie were upstairs, she went to the kitchen and made herself dinner in the blender. Her special shake. Sitting at the table drinking it, she sighed, so tired already of living two lives. She had gotten so used to her normal busy life as a surgeon the last 3 years, that she was having a hard time adjusting to her old way of living. She was scared. Of course she would never admit it to anyone, but how could she not be terrified after what had occurred 4 years ago. Meredith knew it was a possibility that something similar could happen again. Either to her or someone she loved. Being Meredith Grey, resident at Seattle Grace Hospital, as long as possible was everyone's best bet at safety.
Finishing her shake, she ran to the car, made sure she had what she needed, and headed out to her other life.