AN: Sorry that I haven't updated for a long time…it is called life and I somehow got sucked in. I hope to get a spark for writing again, so we will see how it goes. See disclaimer in Chapter 1.


There were very few things that surprised Miranda Bailey. After this past year with her interns, she thought herself invincible to bombshells. Inside she knew there could quite possibly be a chance to shock her, but Miranda tried to put up a front of nonchalance to everyone on staff. Despite her greatest attempts, there was no way that Bailey could hide herself this time.

"Daughter??" She coughed a little bit. "You have a daughter."

Mark cowered, "I have a daughter."

"But….how….uhhh…hmm…who would want to reproduce with you?"

Miranda knew she had said the wrong thing as soon as she looked at Mark's face. Apparently she hit a little too close to home. Mark got up from his desk and began to pace.

He started to mumble to himself. "This was a bad idea. I knew it was a bad idea. Why the hell would I listen to Derek?"

"Dr. Sloan, I'm sorry; I should not have said anything. That was unprofessional and rude of me."

"No, it's okay Miranda. I know that it is hard to picture me as a father. It's not the first time that's happened." Mark flashed back to Addison.

"I would be willing to perform the surgery. We can work it into my schedule at the clinic."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Miranda. That means a lot."

"Of course. Now, if you do not need anything else, I need to get back to the clinic. I left Stevens in charge, which could turn into a disaster."

Bailey got up from the chair. Mark stopped her before she could walk out.

"Actually, there are two more things. One. I figure this is understood, but what I just told you can not leave this room. Two. I want Dr. Stevens to be your intern for the case."

"Dr. Stevens? Why do you want Izzie?"

"I trust her. If she finds out, I trust her not to tell anyone."

Bailey looked at Mark suspiciously, "Are you sure that is the only reason why you want her to be your intern?"

Mark smirked, "Dr. Bailey, don't you think if we were having a 'thing' everyone would already know in this hospital."

Bailey knew she had been defeated at her attempt to be nosy. "Unfortunately, I cannot disagree with you Dr. Sloan."

Miranda made her way back to the clinic. She noticed that Izzie was on the computer and seemed to be deep in thought. She tiptoed up behind her.

"Stevens, what are you doing?"
Izzie was so freaked that she managed to fall off the chair. Everyone in the clinic turned and stared at her. Izzie was bright red. Fortunately she did not hear anyone laugh, only a cough from Dr. Bailey.

"Get up off the floor Stevens."

Izzie stood up and brushed her pants off. She looked at Dr. Bailey as though she had been busted.

"So what exactly have you been doing while I was gone?"

"I was just checking through our records. I had a few questions, but I found the answers."

"I don't believe you Stevens, but I am going to let it go. You can go back to Dr. Sloan now."

Bailey turned her attention towards the files of patients in the clinic.

"Hey Dr. Bailey, did Sloan seem okay to you?"

"Fine, why?"

"Just curious. I don't want to go back to him if he is in a mood or anything."

"Go Stevens."

Izzie backtracked out of the clinic and up the stairs, trying to make it to Sloan's office quickly. She passed by the pediatrics floor without giving it any notice, but then she backed up. Hannah's parents were in the waiting area. I should go talk to them, Izzie thought to herself. No. No. That's a bad idea. Izzie couldn't move from the spot in the stairwell. She grabbed the handle hesitantly and walked through the doorway. There was no turning back now.


The couple screamed "terrified parents", Izzie thought to herself as she hesitantly stepped into the waiting area. Would they want to talk to her, or even look at her? Izzie sucked it up as she managed to stand in front of the whispering pair. As she cleared her throat, they looked up in confusion and fear.

"Are you one of our daughter's doctors?"

Hannah's mom. She was practically perfect in so many ways--great hair, nice clothes, and a loving husband. She was everything that Izzie hoped her daughter would have in a mother. Izzie contemplated running away at that moment, but it seemed that her feet did not want to move.

"I am a doctor, but I am not your daughter's doctor. I am an intern here."

It was clear that Hannah's father was not in the mood for doctor's wasting their time.

"Well…." He squinted at her name tag, "Dr. Stevens is it? What exactly can we help you with?"
Izzie liked Mom. She feared that Dad was going to be a whole other story.

"12 years ago I got pregnant. I was sixteen, living in a trailer park and dreaming of getting out of that place. I had a baby girl and a loving couple was willing to adopt her. They told me her name was Hannah…." Izzie played with the pockets of her scrubs. When she looked up she saw the realization dawn on Hannah's mom, "I am your daughter's birth mother."

Silence fell upon the trio in the waiting room. At the reception desk, a certain doctor with his own secret discovered another one.

"Well…what do we have here?" he whispered.

His feet began to shuffle in the direction of the couches. He silently stepped behind his favorite blonde intern.

"Dr. Stevens. Just the woman I was looking for."

Izzie turned around hastily. It was coming, she knew it. Yup, there it goes. Izzie sprinted to the bathroom.

There goes her lunch, Mark thought to himself.