This chapter leaves Melanie for Hannah's subplot. I can't say much more without major spoilers but she finds the answers she's been looking for much to the surprise of several characters. Please leave a review for inspiration and as always thank you for reading. -Jen
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or quotes from Grey's Anatomy, nor do I own the lyrics Kellie Pickler's song I Wonder.
Chapter 18- I Wonder
'Cause I look in the mirror
And all I see are your brown eyes staring back at me
They're the only thing you ever gave to me at all
Hannah had just found out that Kathleen had woken up. Melanie had called her excitedly. Not much was said between the two friends, because Mel just wanted to get back to her mom. Hannah didn't think about her own birth mother too often, but the past few months of searching made her wonder if it was all in vain. Could it be possible that Stevens, whoever she was, had died after the bone marrow transplant. Putting aside her thoughts she laid on the hard bed in the on-call room hoping for a few hours rest before her shift began, but no sooner than she shut her eyes it felt like she had go change into a fresh set of scrubs and get back to work.
Rounds seemed to drag on without Melanie to blurt out the answers. She had been given the week off to deal with her mother. Those remaining had their thoughts with her. Even Clark, who Melanie spoke to as little as possible, was still concerned about his colleague. They spent far too much time together for it to not affect them when one was going through such an ordeal. Despite this they all went about their normal routines.
It was around noon when Hannah's cell buzzed. Without looking at the caller ID, she answered, "Hannah Klein, how may I help you?"
"Dr. Klein, it's Steve Delow," the voice on the phone responded.
Hannah recognized the voice of the private investigator she had hired in her search. "Yes, Mr. Delow. Did you find anything new?"
"I hit the jackpot," he replied. "I think I found everything you need to confront your mother. I can bring the brief to the hospital anytime today."
She could hardly believe it. "I'll be going on a lunch break in about half an hour. The lobby as usual?"
"I'll see you soon," he answered before hanging up the phone.
Hannah worked diligently for the next thirty minutes praying that she wouldn't get pulled in on an emergency code, but they went by uneventfully. She soon found herself face-to-face with the investigator. "Mr. Delow, it's good to see you again."
"You too Dr. Klein," he replied handing her the envelope. She shifted through the papers inside as he explained, though it needed little explanation. "I found out her first name, Isobel. She changed her name about seventeen years ago to-."
"Karev," Hannah interrupted finding the wedding announcement inside. "Thank you."
"I can find out what she's doing now if you want," he offered.
Hannah shook her head, "That won't be necessary."
"I also found your original birth certificate for further proof," he said. "You have everything you need if you want to find her."
She looked at him, "Thank you. I really appreciate it."
"Of course," he responded. "It's been a pleasure." The two parted ways.
Hannah went to find Erin, no need to bother Mel now. She finally found her on the second floor. "I have the answer."
"I didn't have a question," Erin replied.
"My birth mother," Hannah said. "It's Dr. Karev."
Erin's eyes opened wide. "The she-Karev?"
"No, Mel's dad," Hannah snarked. "Of course the female Karev."
"Are you sure?" Erin asked.
Hannah took out the birth certificate, "It's all here. Now I don't know what to do."
"What do you think you should do?" Erin responded. "She must have had her reasons."
"Do you think it's wrong for me to want to know?" Hannah questioned.
Erin thought carefully, "No. Just try not to attack her when you do it." Erin's pager went off. "I have to go. She doesn't have anything on the board today, just so you know."
Hannah didn't act upon her urge to go find the female Dr. Karev. There was too much work to do at the moment with Melanie's absence. She finally got off of her shift at 9:30, only 3 hours late, and went to Joe's. After the day she had she could use a drink. When she arrived she could see that another blonde doctor had had the same idea. Taking the barstool next to her, Hannah decided to start the conversation. "Good evening Dr. Karev," she said.
"Rough day, Dr. Klein?" Izzie asked. "I know Mel's off."
"Yeah," Hannah responded. She received her usual drink and took a sip, contemplating her next move. "Can I talk to you about something kind of personal?"
Izzie thought for a moment and remembered how Mel had told her that Klein was a complete transplant to Seattle. "Sure, but call me Izzie if you do."
"Izzie," Hannah started, relishing how the name rolled off her tongue. "This may seem insanely personal, but I'm adopted." Izzie didn't say anything, so Hannah continued. "I've been looking for my birth mother for years and today I finally found all the information I need."
"That's great," Izzie said reluctantly, wondering for a moment if her first child ever looked for her. She had never regretted giving up her daughter, but had always wished she could see how she had grown up, especially after she had given up some of her bone marrow.
"I don't know what to do," Hannah replied. "I know she has this whole other life without me. She's married and has kids and some high powered career, I'm sure. I don't want to take that away from her, but I want to know where I come from. I owe her my life, in more ways than one. If it weren't for her I would have died when I was eleven. What would you do?"
"I don't know what I'd do in your shoes," Izzie said, treading carefully. "But I do know if I gave up my baby, I'd be honored if she spent the time you did to try and find me."
Hannah let the response mull over her head briefly before putting the birth certificate on the bar in front of them. Before Izzie could look down, Hannah spoke up, "Your maiden name is Stevens and your middle name is Katherine." Izzie stared at Hannah in confusion and realized their eyes were identical. "I'm your daughter."
