A/N: This is basically a filler chapter, since I'm doing a big time jump. I don't own Grey's anatomy.
I am dedicating this chapter to Evenlight, due to the fact that they have reviewed almost every chapter, and have really kept me inspired to write this story. And to everyone else who has reviewed.
The thing is, is that I have no idea if you like this story, I only have 7 reviews! So please, please, please, please review or else I'm going to have to hold my writing hostage until I get more.
Chapter 4
Sam's POV
Since my dad had taken me in 3 weeks ago, we both had been working hard to get to know each other. Dad made sure he was free during lunch so we could talk, and he was always home at 7:00p.m so we could eat dinner together. I could tell he cared, and felt guilty for being gone most of my life. He was trying to make up for lost time.
And I love him for that. I had been dreaming, my whole of a loving father who gave hugs and not beatings. I finally had that.
Once I had been released from the hospital, Dad had asked me to move in with him and Meredith, his wife. I agreed. Meredith was still kind of awkward around me and how to issue discipline, but she was getting a handle on the whole mother thing.
Dad had originally put me in the room next to his and Meredith's and right near Alex's room. Jackson and April lived across the hall from us, and Lexie lived in the attic. Oddly enough, I kind of fell in love with the attic, and Lexie was more than willing to trade with me. I mean I didn't like that I moved farther away from Alex, but the room just drew me. I personally love the isolation of it, and there was one window that showed a great view of the Seattle skyline. The room itself was small, and bare except for a queen bed, and a nightstand with a lamp.
I hadn't gained enough courage to go back… there. I missed the stuffed dog that mom had given me when I was little. It's fur was a soft faded cream color, and it had one black spot over its eye. Which is why I named it Patches. Make fun of me all you want, but I slept with it every night. It made me feel close to my mom. And when I was little, it was the only connection I had to my Dad since he won it for her on the first date.
I wished I had Patches more then ever, since I was living with my Dad. Every time I thought of going back though, I start to panic. My body shakes and my bruises ache. I just couldn't bring myself to go.
I felt stupid for feeling that way, but Alex assured me it was okay. I didn't know why but I had a feeling that he knew how I felt. That he's felt the same pain I have. And that made me feel that much closer to him.
Derek's POV
You know, I thought that stepping up to be a father would be hard, but it wasn't.
Sam is a great kid and I'm glad she's my daughter. She's so smart, and I'm not just saying that. If she's bored she'll read my medical journals, and she understands them. At night, she wants to talk to me about my surgeries.
Everyone at the hospital had taken a special liking to Sam. Even Christina, which is saying something. Many of the residents and attending allowed her to go on rounds with them. (Of course asking the patients permission first.)
Sam would watch as stitches were stitched and IV's were put into place. She memorized all the moves and instructions for different procedures. Whether it be on how to prep for surgery, or how to operate the CT machine. Just like Lexie, she had a photographic memory, so all the info stayed with her permanently. Now she knows more than most of the interns. I can tell she is going to make an amazing surgeon.
I had missed 17 years of my daughters life, and I was making up for it.