My Never
Chapter 2
AN: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Love you all! Okay, so obviously this story is told partially in flashbacks. The flashbacks start at the beginning of the story (when Addison first left) and work their way to the present, for the most part, although it does skip around a little. Just pay attention to the dates and years and you should be fine. Also, there are little things that may be a bit confusing until upcoming flashbacks explain them. Everything will be revealed, eventually, don't worry.
Disclaimer: Grey's does not belong to me :(
Mark ~ Seattle Grace ~ present
As she walked down the hall towards him, Mark was fully able to appreciate how much she looked like Addison. Truth be told, he looked like all three of them, but most like Addison. Almost an exactly copy, except for the bouncing midnight black ringlets. There was never any doubt whose child she was, although she couldn't have been older than three. He still hadn't gotten over the initial shock when she looked up and saw him. And Mark looked into the same pale blue eyes he'd been looking into for over thirty years.
The exact shade of her eyes made it inescapably apparent. That was Derek's child, coming toward him. Derek and Addison's child. Mark found himself involuntarily looking for Addison, but there was no hint of brightest red that alerted him to her presence.
The child, Addison's child, walked straight up to him. She bared all her perfect white teeth in a charming smile. "Do you know where my mommy is?"
"Devony!" the woman at the head of the parade called. She ran up quickly and grabbed Devony's hand.
"Where's mommy?" the child prompted.
"I'm sorry," Mark said. "I don't know where Addis-mommy is."
"You're acquainted with Addison Montgomery?" the woman said sharply, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm-"
"But you're not aware that she was reported missing two weeks ago." It was not a question, but it didn't matter, because Mark had frozen.
"Addie isn't missing," he said unthinkingly.
"I'll take that as a no. Dr. Montgomery left her child, Devony, in the care of Savannah-"
"Savvy and Weiss, of course. Sorry," Mark said quickly when she glared at him.
"Yes, Savannah and Weiss. She had a medical conference in LA. However, she never reached the conference, and she never returned for Devony. Savannah eventually filed a missing persons report. That's all we know, they have no new leads. Addison, however, left custody of her child to the father. I'm Janice Swanson from social services."
"Derek doesn't know about Devony. I didn't know about her until just now."
"You know Derek Shepherd too?"
"Yes, I-"
"Do you know where we might find him? If he doesn't know about the child, we need to resolve the custody situation, and also notify him that his ex-wife is officially a missing person."
"He's in surgery right now," Mark said, "but he should be coming out soon. I'll take you to the OR. You can wait for him outside."
Just then, as Janice started to walk, Devony yanked her hand away and ran off through the hospital.
"She's quite a handful."
"I can see that."
~ Derek ~
The soft light suffusing the OR matched the calm inside of Derek. He belonged here, and he was in control. It was his happy place when things were going wrong. And right then, things were going wrong.
Things were going wrong, specifically, with Meredith. They were simply not at the same place in life. Previously, he believed that they envisioned their life together exactly the same. Dating for a while, moving in together, getting engaged, then married, and eventually having some kids. He found out quickly that Meredith was not ready for all that. He also realized that maybe she didn't even want all of it.
The truth was, he had imagined his life with her would be exactly like the first several years of his marriage. Only this time, he was determined not to let work come between them. Or other sad, hidden memories either.
Derek fumbled with the ties of his scrub cap, trying not to remember how Addison had always been there to help him with it. He glanced outside and froze in shock. There was a crowd outside, waiting for someone. And since he was the only one inside, he could only assume they were waiting for him.
"Can I help you?" Derek asked, stepping out of the scrub room. He noticed Mark standing next to the sharp faced lady who addressed him. He looked like he'd seen a ghost. And in a way he had.
"Are you Derek Shepherd?" the woman asked aggressively.
"Yes," Derek answered, confused.
"I'm Janice Swanson, from social services. We're here about the custody of your child, Devony."
~ Izzie ~
Izzie yawned and rubbed her eyes vigorously. She had been on call all night, and in addition to that one of her patients had coded six times. She had gotten no sleep in-between trying to keep him alive against fate itself and an action packed night in the pit.
She stumbled into the supply closet only to find someone already there. The diminutive black head was bobbing up and down, and a tiny arm was reaching for the breathing tubes.
"Hey, there, sweetie. What are you doing with that?"
The girl whirled around, one of the tubes clutched in her fist. She gave Izzie an innocent smile, as if she knew she was in trouble and it could get her out.
"Trying to be like mommy. She saves people with these." Izzie estimated her age to be about three. She was a lot smaller than most three year olds, but she spoke like she was four or five.
"Oh, so your mommy is a doctor? I am too. Maybe I can help you find her – what's your name?" Izzie asked. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen the child somewhere before.
"Devony Sadiyah Montgomery Shepherd," the girl announced proudly and Izzie nearly gasped. Her resemblance to her old mentor was unmistakable know that she knew. This was Addison's child. Hearing the name Shepherd, Izzie took in the child's perfect black ringlets for the first time.
Devony noticed Izzie staring at her and met her eyes for the first time. They were the exact sky blue of a man she worked with everyday. A man who was with one of her best friends. A man, Izzie was sure, that had no idea he had a child.
Devony climbed carefully down from the stool. Izzie noted that she wore designer clothes, further proof (as if she needed any more) that this was Addison's daughter. She was just thinking about what she should do when the doorknob turned and Devony was gone.
Addison ~ Mt. Sinai Hospital, New York ~ 3 years, 11 months ago
"Hi, Mari, I'm Dr. Montgomery," Addison said to the girl waiting on a bed in the ER. Her friend, Kat, stood beside her, glancing around them anxiously. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I – I," the girl stuttered, staring at her knees. "I think I'm pregnant," she whispered.
"Okay," said Addison reassuringly. "I'm going to ask you some questions and then we can do a pregnancy test if you still think you're pregnant. Alright?" Mari nodded.
"When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?" Addison asked.
"Um, wow," the girl said. "I'm not really sure . . ."
"I know this is confusing. Just try to remember the first day of your last period. For instance, mine . . ." Addison froze. Her lips moved soundlessly. That couldn't be right, could it? Panicked, she tried desperately to remember.
Her last period had been back in Seattle, over two months ago.
"Dr. Montgomery?" Mari pressed. "Are you okay?"
"I – I – I" Addison struggled. "I think I need to throw up," she said, and sprinted out of the ER. The two girls stared after her. Addison barely made it to the toilet in time.
"Looks like you're not the only one 'in trouble.'" Kat said to Mari, raising her eyebrows.
