Hello! So I have tried to message some of the people who had reviewed to this story thousands of years ago. And because it has been exactly this long since I have updated that story, let alone used that account, I COULDN'T REMEMBER THE PASSWORD (or email).
Which is why I have this account! I didn't just copy and paste the old story, so this is the revised one!
For all of you who haven't read the old one, don't! It'll spoil this one and this story is written with very deep knowledge and understanding of such very useful things (HAHA NOT USEFUL!) like the attachment rule etc
This is for Emily, because she couldn't read this as an email the first few times (yes, too old for technology, you crazy kids!)
So, dear readers, I hope someone still reads ADDEK or GA fan fiction
As usual, not much changes with a new account, I still do not own ANYTHING (not the show, not the song lyrics, not anything besides many many many Shakespeare books).
Enjoooooyyy (and please review, pretty please!)
Daddy's Little Girl
Daddy Daddy don't leave
I'll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can't you see how much I need you
Daddy Daddy don't leave
Mommy's saying things she don't mean
She don't know what she's talking about
Somebody hear me out
Chapter One – This is Goodbye
Addison turned around, looking at the life she was leaving behind. Their giant brownstone in the heart of New York City just held way too many memories of a past life she was trying to escape so badly. Tears were welling up in her eyes as she watched her six-year-old daughter cradle her bunny rabbit, Peter, just a little closer. She looked so much like her father and reminded Addison of just how much she missed her late husband. It had not even been a year ago that she had lost the love of her life, the man she had planned on spending every single moment of joy and of sadness with. At first she had tried to play it down, for her daughter's sake, because she was not the only one who had lost the most important person in her life. Grace had adored her father so much, he was her superhero, her confidant, she had always believed in him so much more than he ever had himself. In his last months of sickness Grace had always begged him not to leave, that she would always clean her room, do her homework and be a perfect daughter. Christopher's heart had been broken, she was the most wonderful daughter he could have ever hoped for and he never failed to tell her that. But now that he was gone this house and this city seemed to be haunted, everywhere Addison went, every corner she turned, she saw Christopher. He was everywhere, in the Park where he had always taken her on dates and the later played with his daughter on the swings, in the hospital where they had both worked, in the deli cart that had his favourite coffee. It was time for her to move on, for both of them, as a matter of fact. She had decided this hastily and had been questioning her decision ever since she had quit her job, rented their house to complete strangers and was about to move across the country just in the hope that there wouldn't be so many painful memories.
"Mommy, are you alright?" Grace looked at her mother, her little head tilted just a little to the side, much like Christopher had used to look at his wife in wonderment, or amazement, one could never really be sure with him. With teary eyes, Addison turned around and watched her daughter, whom she had selfishly included in her not so elaborate plans about their future. Grace was explaining to her bunny, that mommy just needed a little time to let everything go. This came, of course, from her Addison's mother, who had been a New York City therapist for decades. She had told Grace, much to Addison's dismay, all about death and the process of grief. To Addison this did not seem like an appropriate way to talk to a child about the death of their father, but finding herself in exactly this situation where she didn't even know how to deal with her heart being ripped out and being buried alongside Christopher, she was even grateful for her mother's help.
"I'm fine, honey." She smiled at her daughter and wrapped her arms around her. Ever since Grace had been born Addison had turned from a career driven surgeon into a woman completely obsessed with how amazing her child was. Never had she thought that she would ever be one of those women, the ones completely wrapped up with their oh-so-amazing kids and how great they were and all the things they could do and blablabla. "But we really have to get going, are you and Peter ready to leave?" Grace simply nodded her head and hugged her mother and Peter just a little tighter. How much of a change that had to be for Grace hadn't entered Addison's mind at first, it was not only about her, not only she was leaving everything behind, but now she was taking a little six-year-old girl away from her friends, most of her family, the environment she had gotten used to. And for what? So that she could start to feel better? Addison had told herself that it would be better for the both of them , getting away, finally healing, but right about now she wasn't so sure whether she had made the right decision or not.
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Addison and her daughter were sitting in terminal four, waiting for their plane to ready for boarding. "Is it true that it rains all the time in Seattle? Because Meghan told me, that the only weather there is in Seattle is rain, all the time, it never stops, she said that she had looked it up on the internet." Grace did not look amused at all because rain always meant sitting inside. Her father had always told her that they couldn't go out to the park when it was raining and her mother had always avoided going for a walk with her, because something about her hair. It was then that Grace had told herself that she would never, ever care about her hair, but this probably was the same thing her mother used to think. At least that's what Grace assumed, after all, her father had shown her photos of her mother in middle school and her hair did not look like she had exactly cared about it then. He had told her that it was just what girls grew up to be like and that she should just watch her aunt Savvy when it rained. And she had. It was hilarious, because no one was ever more upset about messed up hair, or a messed up anything, for that matter.
Addison laughed at her daughter's expression, she looked so much like her father. "No, sweetheart, it really doesn't rain all the time, sometimes, but it rains a lot in England as well and you did like it there." She was really hoping that she was making a good point, but a good point to her and a good point to a six-year-old really were two very different things. "And you shouldn't believe everything you read on the internet." She added.
"But you always look things up on the internet." There was no way in denying this and Addison knew it. The internet had replaced books in the last years and she had grown more and more accustomed to just googling something instead of looking it up in a book.
"I know, but sometimes you just have to see for yourself." Grace nodded, her mother was right, she was always right. Her father had always told her that. She missed her dad but for some reason it didn't feel like he was really gone to her. 'Maybe no one ever goes' her other grandmother had told her. Unlike Addison's mother Eleanor looked at the world differently. Ever since her beloved son had passed away before her and her husband she believed that no soul ever leaves the earth and its loved ones. It helped her and calmed her so she always felt like Christopher was still with her. Grace liked the idea of her dad always being there, she felt like she could still always talk to him even though one of her classmates had told her that once someone is dead, they're forever gone and no one will ever see them again. But Grace didn't believe him, he was a meany.
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"Auntie Adele!" Grace squealed and ran over to Richard and Adele Webber, Addison's old mentor and his wife. Squealing and running after an almost six hour flight, something Addison could only dream of. She slowly walked towards their own little welcome committee. It had been Richard and (mostly) Adele who had urged her to take the step into a new future for her and Grace. The couple had moved to Seattle about 15 years ago because Richard had been offered the position as chief of surgery, which held even more prestige in Seattle Grace Hospital than it did in New York City, or at least that was Richard's official reason for leaving and she had never wanted to question her old mentor even though Christopher had always said that there had to be more than this behind Richard's sudden move.
"Darling, you look like h-e-l-l." Adele spelled, because for some reason she did not want to say the word 'hell' in front of a young and still impressionable child.
"You know I can spell, right?" Grace did look a little offended because she wasn't that little anymore! Adele looked absolutely mortified, mostly because she had said the word 'hell' in front of Grace. "Mommy says that all the time. At least I overheard her saying it." Grace shrugged her shoulders and hugged Richard again, who had already picked her up. He had missed her and Addison, they had grown quite close in the years he was her mentor right after college. He had been struck with her talent and her empathy then and still was now. She had always been able to talk to her patients in a way not a lot of doctors could. Even in stressful situations and times when she wasn't sure of herself, she could make her patients feel better, feel like someone was listening and that someone understood their problems.
"Don't listen to Adele, you look great." Richard smiled at her. He knew with Christopher's death Addison's perfect little world she had built for herself had broken down. And he was sure that leaving New York had been the only thing to do. Not running away, but rather a new beginning, which would not have been possible with all the memories weighing her down in times of need and desperation.
"I remember why I liked you." Addison laughed and hugged him; it felt good to have someone here. Without Richard and Adele she would never have had the courage to take this step. To take any step, as a matter of fact. The day of Christopher's funeral she had been so numb she couldn't even get up. It felt like she wasn't really there, like this wasn't true and she was only dreaming. If it hadn't been for her friends there would have been no way she would have been no way she would have survived. And Grace. Grace had been the reason Addison even got out of bed in the morning, and she still was. She was the only thing worth living for.
"Uncle Richard, is it true that it always rains in Seattle?" Grace put a very dramatic stress on the word 'always' just to add emphasis to how long always would feel.
"That's not true. We have a lot of sunshine, get a ton of snow and it really doesn't rain all that often." It was a fib and Richard knew it. They were walking towards the parking lot and came by a large window front: the first impression of Seattle. And, you can already guess it, it was raining.
"It's raining!" Grace looked at her uncle Richard in shock because he had actually not told her the truth. Her expression made the three adults laugh, leaving her even less amused than she already was. "You said that it doesn't rain all the time!"
"It really doesn't, sweetheart, but at the moment, yes, it is raining. But I can assure you that we will have the sunshine back in no time." Of course he couldn't really assure her of that because it really did rain all the time.
Daddy Daddy don't leave
I'll do anything to keep you
Right here with me
Can't you see how much I need you
Daddy Daddy don't leave
Mommy's saying things she don't mean
She don't know what she's talking about
Somebody hear me out
Alrighty roooo! Is anyone still reading this, or has anyone started for that matter? Yes? Then YOU need to let me know! Give a little shout-out to a poor English/German student from Germany to make gloomy days a little more magical ;)