Hello!

First I'd like to apologize because of how absent I have been lately from updating this story. I hit a serious writers block, then got really sick and then got hit with a mountain of work for classes. This will be a short chapter but I hope to get the next one up by this weekend. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

It had been a few days since her surgery and Emma had been up and moving perfectly. By day 3 of recovery she was playing football in the halls of the Peds floor with kids who had been bedridden in the hospital for months. She was laughing and smiling 24/7 and back to being her pre-seattle self. The only thing she hadn't done in the past few days of post-op was talk to Meredith, which was changing today. Amelia talked to Meredith and luckily for Emma, Meredith was up to the opportunity just as much as she was. Emma knew this was the right thing and what her father would want, she needed to finally make amends.

Addison had been non-stop checking on her daughter for the past hour as they sat in the room waiting for Meredith to arrive. The redhead had already fluffed pillows 3 times, asked Emma if she needed anything 7 times and continued to tap anxiously on the chair. Emma couldn't take it anymore, it was driving her crazy.

"Mom!" Emma shook Addison from her thoughts. "Why don't you go check on your patients or go call Henry, I'm sure he misses his mom a lot and wants to talk to you." Emma suggested just to get her mother out of her hair.

"I want to be here, I mean this is big, this is something I've been trying to get you to do for months. Are you sure you want me to leave?" Addison questioned, you could sense the tone of hurt in her voice.

"Yes. Mom listen, I know this is big but I am a big girl and I need to start handling my own problems on my own. I need to do this on my own. So go do something to keep your mind off of things. Go do something for you for once, I mean you've spent the last few years having everything revolve around me and Henry. You deserve to have alone time."

Addison stared at her daughter not knowing what to say. For a long time it was just the two of them and this was just the start of Emma needing to conquer on her own. With a nod Addison stood up, giving her daughter a kiss on the forehead. "Okay. You do this on your own. But if it gets to be too much have a nurse page me and I will be here within minutes."

"I'll be fine mom, now go." Emma reassured her mother as Addison made her way out the door into the hallway going off to call her husband and son in a private place. Emma went back to fiddling with her phone until a knock on the door caught her attention.

"Mind if I come in?" Meredith asked getting a large welcoming yes from the girl. Meredith walked into the room shutting the door behind her making her way towards the bedside staring at the girls vitals.

"Well it looks like you're doing pretty damn great for a kid who just had another heart surgery." Meredith smiled trying to create small talk. Both were nervous.

"Dad used to always say that whoevers old person heart I got when I was born made me quite the fighter." Emma joked, sensing Meredith's shift in smile at the mention of Derek. "I'm guessing you heard about my 20 minute flatline in the OR."

"You've been the talk of the hospital since that whole charade. You scared a lot of people, some who didn't even know who you were. I mean I had a resident freaking out just sitting there watching in the OR. A woman who had never even met you heart was sinking watching every moment of that." Meredith pointed out causing Emma to smile a bit. As far as Emma thought the only people she had ever affected were the ones that worked on her and the ones she bugged the living daylight out of. Emma was never aware about how much she was talked about or brought up in conversation. She thought she was the kid of some McDreamy and Ruler of all Evil. She didn't know her cases were actually talked about because of their uniqueness and because of the amazing doctors that had been created from opening her up, not just because of who or what she came from.

"While I was practically dead for 20 minutes something happened." Emma confessed, "I saw him, I woke up in a field on the bay by the bridge. There was a ferry boat in the water and nobody was there but me. And I started screaming and finally I heard a voice. Dad was there Meredith. It was like I was being reunited with my dead father." Emma paused taking a moment from her voice breaking as she tried to fight back her emotions.

" Emma you don't have to go into this." Meredith spoke up. Emma rejected the opinion and continued though.

"I wanted to stay with him. I thought hey, if i was dead I could be with him and I would stop being mad at the fact that I didn't have a dad anymore. But, he said I had to stay and I had make amends and I have to stop being angry at you. Just like Amy was mad at you, I was mad at you. He called Post-it. And once upon a time I thought post-it was the most powerful thing ever. So I forgive you. I'm letting go and forgiving."

Meredith stood there in silence. She didn't know what to say. A week ago Emma had been running away from her and now she was in a room listening to Emma do something a lot of middle-aged humans couldn't do.

"I don't know what to say" was all Meredith could let out.

"And you don't have to say anything." Emma spoke, " I just knew I had to make things right before I go a lifetime not knowing who the hell my siblings are and being angry at everyone."

The two sat in silence with the room only being filled with the noises of Emma's machines and the craziness on the outside of the room. Meredith found this to be her chance to explain her actions. "I left because you did. Everything was a reminder."

Emma could only nod in understanding. When her favorite man in the world died and she nearly lost her father the first time is when Emma moved back in with her mother after staying in seattle for school for a few years. Everything about the hospital was a reminder of everything, so she couldn't fight meredith on it because she did the same thing. She couldn't hold back anymore and the grown women herself needed to confess.

"You were a reminder, the hospital, for god sakes even the damn house was a reminder. I was angry and I took it out on you which wasn't fair. You were a 15 year old girl who had just lost her father and spent a lifetime with the heart of a 83 year old. You didn't deserve that Emma and I'm sorry."

As always, thanks for reading and let me know what you think.