Chapter 3:

I walked into the door of my house; my dad was passed out, most likely literally, cold. My mom was wiping down the counters. I was surprised she was home. She is usually at the hospital working at these hours. She had her dark blue scrubs on and spoke loudly, indicating that my dad had been sleeping for quite a while.

"I have work in 30 minutes. Do you mind finishing the counters for me?"

"Yeah, I got it." She was surgeon, so I understood the crazy hours and cut her slack. I never really needed a job to get gas money like usual teens.

My parents usually never acted like parents. They were very loose and free spirited. I didn't mind the lack of attention, from what I hear it's not that bad. We like space but we were a pretty happy family.

There were hardly any rules at my house. I couldn't have more than one glass of wine at dinner. My mom basically sat me down to give me the sex-talk when I was 13 and chickened out. She just handed me a handful of condoms and said "You know what stupid is. Try not to be, ok sweetie?"

I chuckled and nodded. Then, since I was only in middle school and surrounded by hormonal sluts, sold all of them at school for $2.50 each. My dad high-fived me.

My dad was caring. He always used to ask me questions like "Are you still a virgin?" "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Are your grades good?" and so on. I just laughed, nodded, and responded with "of course, daddy."

My mom was pretty but her face had been weighed down with stress that made their mark in lines across her forehead and under her eyes. She had black hair, a clear olive complexion, and dull brown eyes; I inherited only the hair from her. She was medium height, not short and a little too short to be considered tall. I guess I got that from her too.

My dad had blazing, sunset orange hair. He worked at the same hospital as mom. I got the big, serine blue eyes and the pale white skin that my dad has. My dad and I were always closer than my mom and I. He told me that she didn't want to have kids when they were just married. My mom just told me she was tired of having abortions and stuck with me.

I basically had the house to myself all the time with two surgeons as parents.

I liked it here in Seattle. It was nice and my mom got a good offer at of at Grey-Sloan Memorial Hospital when she was younger. She is now the Chief of the Cardiothoracic Department now. My dad has been Chief of Surgery for as long as I can remember.

She was the head surgeon on Felix's case. Dad was second-hand surgeon.

"Don't forget to wake your dad up in about an hour. That means at 9:30 he needs to be out the door," My mother spoke, with an annoyed voice.

I rolled my eyes and spat, "Yes mom."

She always treated me like a child. I was smart, she didn't ever admit it. I had all A's since I could remember. I was naturally smart and tutored in anything I had under a 96 GPA in. Because with Cristina Hunt, proud is not even understandable unless something is perfect.

My dad woke up about 15 minutes later while I grabbed something to eat.

"Elaine, I heard you went jogging for an hour and a half?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"How did you even know that! You were asleep!" I threw my hands up in confusion.

"You know there's a thing called "on-call" and I've learned how to sleep and be completely aware of my surroundings because of it." He smiled a bit at the corners of his mouth, matter-of-factly.

I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and filled it up with ice.

"You know Bailey is coming to visit from college next week. You two should do something. It's been too long." He said as I poured water into my glass from the fridge.

Bailey was Felix's older brother and only by about two years. He just started Pre Med at UCLA this fall. We talked a lot before Felix's death. Felix always hated it.

"Yeah, I'll call him and we'll probably do something." That was most likely not going to happen. Bailey and I never kept in touch after Felix's funeral.

"Alright, sweetie," He brushed a soft kiss on my forehead, "I'm going to head to the hospital. I'll see you tomorrow. Get to bed on time, no funny business. Cristina and I are both working night shifts. I'll be home around 5 tomorrow afternoon, your mother about 2 pm. Don't skip sch-"

"Dad, really, when have I ever?" I gave him a half smile, almost offended.

He let out a small sigh and looked at me with sad, droopy eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

I had my hands on the back of his white dress shirt that was semi-wrinkled after his cat nap, forcibly pushing him out of the door, "Go to work daddy."

He let out a chuckled and I popped up on my tip toes to lay a small kiss on his scratchy cheek.

The door shut and I thought of the first place Felix would come to when I needed him.

The back door.

We moved into a big two story house when I was 4 years old and have been here ever since. The back door was located next to the kitchen and was a sliding glass with a white linen curtain cascading from the rail above it. I jerked back the curtain to reveal Felix standing with is arms crossed and his weight remaining on one foot. He looked at me with a serious expression that startled me.

I slid it back and he stepped inside.

The first thing he did warmed my heart like he reached in a cupped it in his hands.

He took a deep breath in, closing his eyes and soaking it all up.

"I missed it here," He spoke with passion in his voice.

Well we missed it when you never visited because you are dead, I spoke to myself with a knot forming in the middle of my throat.

I am so crazy for going along with this, I shook my head.

Authors Note:

Okay, so here is where Grey's Anatomy finally comes in! Sorry it took so long. I'm not much of a writer so comments and suggestions are always encouraged and accepted. Thanks for reading! Follow me gracenlyon and favorite my story! Thank you so so so much :)