Hesitantly, Izzie rang the Shepherd's doorbell. She was surprised to find Derek Shepherd opening the door.

"Dr Stevens, come in." Derek turned his head around. "Girls! Your guest is here!"

"Please, Dr Shepherd, it's Izzie."

"Then it's Derek. Now are you going to stand there and freeze on my doorstep?"

The intern smiled, still a bit shy as she entered. Going to your boss's house felt a bit like going to the house of a teacher.

"Daddy! You're supposed to leave." A little whiny voice came from the living room.

The man sighed as he closed the door behind him. "They told me that they get rid of you at fifteen, not at five."

Izzie grinned. He took her coat.

"They're in the living room, I'll show you." And with that, Izzie found herself slightly checking out Derek Shepherd's ass as she followed him into the living room, which looked as if it came right out of a design catalogue. Addison and Lucy were sitting on the middle of the three blue sofas, dressed in pink flowery pyjamas and sipping hot chocolate. On the table there was an entire array of pink foods.

Addison got up as soon as they entered. "Hey Izzie, just make yourself comfortable." She motioned to the couch. Izzie sat down.

"Hi Lucy."

"Hi."

Izzie was glad to find someone equally shy.

"I'm Izzie." She whispered to the girl.

"I know. My mommy told me." The little girl whispered back. "Do you like Disney movies?"

"Of course I do, especially the princess stories." The little girl couldn't believe her ears and forgot all of her earlier shyness.

Addison and Derek had moved to the hallway. "Don't get too drunk." Addison told her husband as she gave him a kiss.

"Don't give our daughter too much sugar."

Addison rolled her eyes. "Give my love to Mark." She told her husband while giving him his coat.

Moving back into the living room, they found their daughter and Izzie in a vivid conversation concerning Disney princes.

"Munchkin, I'm going now, do I get a kiss?"

"No!" The girl yelled from the sofa, laughing.

Derek sighed, went over to the sofa and picked his daughter up in the air. "Daddy! No!!" The girl giggled.

Derek placed a wet kiss on his daughter's face, before returning her on her original spot.

"Be nice to your mother and Izzie, okay?"

"Yes Daddy. I love you."

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"So Addie tells me you're dating Dr Torres."

"You shouldn't believe everything your wife says."

"I'll rephrase. Addie tells me you're sleeping with Dr. Torres."

Mark smirked. "You're getting it."

"You're sleeping with Callie?" The bartender suddenly interrupted their conversation.

"Joe, seriously, keep your voice down. And don't put it on your blog, or tell Debbie." The bartender pouted, which caused Derek to frown.

"You're McDreamy, aren't you? I've been wondering when you'd show up."

"You can call me Derek."

"Well, first drink's on the house then, for the new attending." Joe couldn't help but agree with the interns and their McName for the new attending.

"Scotch, two , straight up." Mark ordered.

Derek sniggered. "You remembered my drink." He said mockingly.

Mark rolled his eyes. "Well, I have missed you very much."

Derek let out a fake crying sound.

Mark had missed him, though he wouldn't admit it, he had never really made any real friends in Seattle.

"There's something I've been wondering though." There were more things that Mark wanted to know…

"Shoot." Derek told his friend while taking a sip from his drink.

"Why did you e-mail me Lucy's birth announcement?"

Derek shrugged. "Mom told me to and well, I thought you'd like to know, we were kind of expecting you to come back after a while and…" Derek paused, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to tell him without Addison.

"And what?"

"Well, we wanted you to be her godfather."

Mark looked up from his drink; this was not something he had expected. "But you hated me."

"We were going to ask you when we got back to New York, but by then I was so pissed at you, I wouldn't. And then you left."

Joe, who had been listening to the conversation, rolled his eyes. "You sound like something out of a romantic drama."

Mark sighed. "We do, don't we?"

"I blame it on my sisters." Derek said in his defence. Mark laughed.

"He has a point there. They were always outnumbering us."

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"Do you have a prince?" Lucy asked Izzie before stuffing a pink donut entirely in her mouth. Addison sighed as she watched her little girl try to chew and swallow the thing in one or two bites.

"Lucy, would you please take smaller bites."

The girl nodded as she came to realize that it wasn't a very pleasant feeling and then returned her full attention back on Izzie, who was contemplating what she was going to say.

"I think I do, yes."

Lucy frowned and once she had managed to swallow the greater part of her donut (Addison had made her spit out half of it in a tissue, so she wouldn't suffocate), questioned this statement. "If you have a prince, you know."

Izzie smiled. "You have a point there young lady."

"So? What's his name? Is he handsome? Does he have a white stallion?"

The two women grinned at the little girl's fire of questions.

"His name is Alex, I think he's very handsome and I don't think he has a horse."

"Karev, huh?"

Izzie nodded.

"Are you going to marry him?"

"I don't know, he hasn't been my prince for that long."

The little girl tilted her head a little bit and looked very serious. "Do you want to marry him?"

"Maybe."

Addison softly shook her head at her daughter's comments and decided she had pried enough (though she secretly always found it quite interesting). "Luce, that's enough with the questions. Besides, it's time for you to go to bed." The credits were rolling over the screen.

The girl attempted a pout, but the frown on her mother's face made her give up quite fast. Lucy stood up and ran towards the stairs.

"Don't dare to come down if you haven't brushed your teeth!" Addison yelled after her.

"She's wonderful." Izzie told Addison as soon as the girl had appeared out of sight. "Talkative, but very cute."

Addison grinned at Izzie's comment. "Yeah, she must like you, she's normally rather shy. But well, you like Disney movies, so that couldn't go wrong."

They heard Lucy coming down the stairs. Izzie giggled and Addison rolled her eyes.

"Your teeth aren't brushed yet, Lucy, and you know the tooth fairy won't take rotten teeth!" Addison yelled.

The little feet ran back upstairs.

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"Hey, Alex, where's Izzie?" George wondered why his best friend had been absent all day, he wasn't used to that.

"She went to visit an old friend." Alex answered nonchalantly, while taking a sip from his drink.

"She's been acting weird all day." Meredith agreed with George, something was going on and Alex knew more about it.

"She's fine, just tired."

"Hey, is that McDreamy and McSteamy at the bar?" Cristina changed the subject.

The interns turned around.

"Yeah, and McHot isn't with them." Alex noted.

"She probably stayed home with the kid." Meredith took a sip from her margarita.

"She doesn't strike me as a woman who stays home while her husband goes out." George looked at the two men. Sometimes he wondered why he wasn't a bit more like them and a little less like himself. They probably never had any trouble getting women.

"I heard they used to be best friend in New York."

"They do look like they've known each other forever."

"Do you think they know anyone who doesn't look like they came out of a fashion magazine?" Christina sometimes wondered how it was possible that all those doctors were so hot. Since when did beauty and brains go together?

"It makes our job interesting, Cristina, imagine us having to look at ugly people during 48 hour shifts."

"I'll bet you 20 dollars that they were both in the football team and that McHot was a cheerleader." Meredith dared her friends. None of them had been popular in High School, well, not in the teenage movie manner anyway.

"50 says at least one of them was in the school band." Alex raised the bet.

"I'm guessing Shepherd." Cristina loved a good bet, always had.

"McHot wasn't a cheerleader, more like class president and mathlete." George piped in.

"You're on, O'Malley."

"So eum, who's going over there to find out?"

"Rock paper scissors."

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"And then the princess and the surgeon took of in the pink Volkswagon van."

"I love you mommy."

"I love you too munchkin."

"Goodnight Izzie."

"Goodnight Lucy."

Addison gave her daughter a last kiss on her forehead, put out the light, plugged in the night light, and closed the door.

"That was officially the weirdest bed time story I've ever heard." Izzie confessed as they walked down the stairs and sat down in the couch again.

Addison grinned. "It's Derek, he invents these ridiculous stories and then she won't hear anything else."

"I wish my dad had told me stories like that."

"Yeah, me too."

"My mother wasn't sure who my father was and she raised me alone. I just didn't want to do that to Sarah."

"You didn't know who the father was?"

"Yeah, I did, but when I told him I was pregnant, he told me he knew someone who'd perform abortions for free."

Addison widened her eyes, stories like that always reminded her that how lucky she really was. "And you were only 16?"

Izzie nodded. "Yeah, just a kid."

"One of my best friends in High School had a baby at 16 too. When her daughter was born, I went to see her at the hospital and I held that baby in my arms and secretly I was a bit jealous. And then she dropped out of school and fled the private school and the whole world we lived in." Addison paused. "Maybe that's why I was jealous. When you're 16, you don't appreciate the amazing opportunity of private education."

Izzie looked at the woman sitting next to her. "You really grew up in a place I only knew from the books."

"God, I wish Lucy would stay small forever. Teenagers suck."

Izzie grinned. "Yeah. So, where did you go to private school?"

"Hartford, Connecticut."

"What's it like?"

"Well, my dad's a judge, my mom's a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution and spent her time organising cotillions. I was a mathlete, wore braces and glasses and refused to put on make-up to annoy my mother."

Izzie frowned. "You don't look like that girl anymore, now do you?"

Addison shrugged. "You don't look like you're from a trailer park. I would've guessed you were a prom queen or something."

"No, I didn't even go to my prom."

"I sold the tickets at my prom."

"So, I hear you and Karev are an item."

Izzie felt herself starting to blush. "It's kinda new."

"You're blushing. That means you like him."

"When he kisses me, I just…"

"It's like the world around you doesn't exist."

"Yeah, exactly."

"Make sure you keep this one, then."

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"Dr Shepherd, Dr Sloan, can I ask you a question?" The two doctors stared at the intern.

"Does it involve threesomes Grey?" Derek snorted at Mark's answer.

Meredith sighed, why did she have the insane idea to do this bet anyway.

"Don't listen to him, Grey, he's an idiot. What do you need to know?"

"Well, me and my friends, the other interns, we have no lives,…" Meredith paused and the attendings laughed.

"and so we like to live through the lives of others. And we betted on what kind of people you and Dr Montgomery-Shepherd were in High School." The attendings stared at her, with grins on their faces.

"Well." Sloan started. "I was a very handsome quarterback with a preference for cheerleaders and Derek here, well, he played the tuba in the school band."

"I also had an afro." Shepherd added, causing Meredith to snort. "That's not funny Grey."

"Yeah, it was, even back then, but not as funny as when your sisters braided it." Mark told her.

"Whatever, Mr-I wear-my-uniform-blazer-inside-out."

"I was cool." Mark defended himself.

Meredith studied the attendings, they weren't just old friends, they'd known each other forever.

"And Addie, well, we only met her in High School, but from what we've heard, she was a mathlete." Derek answered the last part of her question.

"Ok then." Meredith really was a bit embarrassed, uncomfortable talking to the attendings and ready to walk back to her friends, when Mark Sloan stopped her.

"Hey, it's only fair that you tell us who you were in High School."

"She was a goth rebelling against her mother."

Mark and Meredith frowned at Derek.

"How did you know that?" Meredith was stumped.

"I met your mother in my intern year." Derek explained. "She scared the hell out of me." He added, seeing her expression change.

Meredith smiled. "Yeah, she tended to do that." And with that she turned around and went back to her friends.

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A/N: So really, not much is happening, but we get some background info on the characters…a lot of things we already knew, but hey. I have no clue what the next chapter is going to be about. We're going to be back in the hospital, that's for sure. Hope you enjoyed it anyways…

R&R people!