As stated in my other fanfictions, I also found and will be add my own personal touches as well. Moreover, I will be fixing grammar, changing names, among other things. All original materials and rights still are owned by mrsmcdreamy29

Chapter 1: Moving to Seattle

Dr. Meredith Elizabeth Grey cursed for the fiftieth time in four hours. Nothing was going her way this morning or last night for that matter. It hadn't been going her way for two weeks if she really thought about it. Stupid parents, stupid new job, stupid small ass one night stand. She sighed as she dismounted off of her Harley-Davidson XL 1200N Nightster. She slipped her helmet off and shook out her blond and pink hair allowing it to fall down her back in long winding curls. She secured her helmet on her bike…her baby…and stood before the Bain of her existence…Seattle Grace Hospital. The source of her problems…it was because of her stupid parents that she had the stupid new job and the stupid small ass one-night stand. Okay, in all fairness they didn't technically pick out her one-night stand…ugh, how creepy would that shit be? But still, they were to blame for everything else.

Richard and Ellis Grey-Webber. Her parents. Her mother was THE Ellis Grey…the surgical goddess…. the inventor of the Grey Method. She married Meredith's father, if you could call a man who didn't acknowledge your existence a father, before Meredith was born and then divorced him five years later after a torrid love affair with her fellow resident and colleague Richard Webber. Richard was her father, the man who had taken a scared and uprooted five-year-old and made her feel secure and loved beyond measure. He was her daddy and she would do anything for him…obviously. Which is why she was in this rainy ass city living in a masculine decorated, though clean, house that she had lived in for her first five years and starting the before mentioned stupid new job.

Richard Webber had traded in scrubs for a business suit when he had started buying hospitals instead of working for them. He owned Webber Consolidations which had bought such hospitals as Cedar Sinai, Mount Sinai, Massachusetts General and now Seattle Grace. She worked for him as a Neurosurgery fellow at Mass Gen, where her mother was Chief of Surgery. Luckily her mother and she had a good relationship because she spent a lot of time with her. Having a good relationship with your parents could suck too. She could still remember the conversation two weeks ago.

She had arrived at Sunday brunch nursing a hangover as per usual. Why they couldn't make this later in the day she would never know. It was like they knew she had a headache the size of the East Coast and couldn't wait to torture her. She knew that they were not stupid, but she also knew they didn't know to what extent she misbehaved. She was always the good girl in front of them. Hence her proper appearance. She smoothed down her blond hair and sundress and entered their massive house, her low heels echoing on the ceramic tile. She bypassed the housekeeper Rosita, giving her a quick hug and a hello.

"Where are the parentals?" She asked.

"In the dining room." Rosita said grinning. She quickly handed Meredith two Aleve and a glass of water. Meredith smiled gratefully and swallowed them before going to greet her parents.

"Hello Mom, Daddy." She said, hugging them both and falling gracefully into her chair. They had a wonderful meal of pancakes, eggs, bacon, ham and juice and coffee.

She sat back after she finished and looked at them shrewdly.

"Okay, what is it?"

"What is what?" Her mom asked innocently. Meredith snorted. Ellis Grey-Webber innocent? Not hardly. She looked at her mom, disbelievingly. Ellis looked at Richard.

Her dad cleared his throat.

"Meredith I just acquired a new hospital and I need to have it overseen now instead of three months from now as I had hoped. I can't go tend to it myself due to the unfortunate lawsuits I am facing with Mount Sinai."

Meredith nodded. She knew all too well the problems that her father had found himself in with a doctor at the New York Hospital who had taken it upon himself to Kevorkian a few patients four months ago. Seven families were now suing the doctor and the hospital. It had really stressed her dad out and she was worried about his health.

"Okay…" She said, still not getting what that had to do with her.

"I want you to go get things started."

Meredith's mouth flew open. She bolted out of her chair.

"Seriously? No! Hell no! I have a job here, I have friends here, I have…a…great bartender here." She ranted.

"Meredith, you are twenty-seven years old and you are a brilliant surgeon, but I had always hoped that you would take over for me when I retired. You know what the job entails, you have worked with me before while you were in medical school." Richard said.

"That was seven years ago. I am a surgeon, I cut people, I don't do paperwork unless it is notes on a patient I cut on." She said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Meredith I wouldn't ask if I didn't really need you there." He said.

"What about Peter?" Peter Connolly was her dad's right-hand man.

"I need him for the other two hospitals, he is stretched thin as it is."

Meredith looked at Ellis.

"Mom?" She asked, pleading with her.

"There is no other way Meredith. This was too good of an opportunity to pass up. We had to buy it now. And they need someone there to have the transition run smoothly." She said, apology in her eyes.

Meredith fought the urge to stomp her foot.

"How long would I have to be there?" She asked.

Richard breathed a sigh of relief.

"Three months…maybe four tops. Then you can come back here and resume your life as it was." He said.

"I have to be able to cut Daddy. That is my only condition. I will find someone to help me with the paperwork and the meetings when I get there." She said.

"Done. Whatever you need to do, do it. I am counting on you Mer. Please don't let me down." He said.

Meredith nodded.

"You can live in the house I have there." Ellis told her.

"Wait…where is this hospital?" She asked.

"Seattle."

Meredith blinked.

"Seattle? The rain capital of the world? Where my sperm donor lives? Seriously?" She ranted.

"It is just for a little while Mer." Richard said.

Meredith sighed.

"Fine. But you two so owe me one." She said.

"We know dear." They said simultaneously, exchanging affectionate looks.

Meredith had decided right then that if she had to do this, she would dress and act as she wanted to away from the prying eyes of her parents. She had inserted her pink clip-in hair extensions and paid a pretty penny to have her bike transported to her. It was time to shake things up a bit.

As far as her one-night stand went…if this was the quality of men in Seattle, she would need to get out her Mr. Rabbit aka The Love Bunny. Eight-hour battery span resembled a cucumber and had a thing for her clit that had her moaning in eight seconds and cumming in twenty. Dude last night looked promising…she now knew she should grab them first to test out the package before wasting her time. She got him home and things had gotten hot and heavy and she swore to the Lord above the guy wasn't bigger than five fucking inches. He had looked at her and obviously mistaken the disgust on her face for lust and had asked her… "Do you want some of this bad boy?" She had looked at him and responded, "No, you have spanked your bad boy for so long, he got shell shock, now get the fuck out." Daniel, or as she liked to call him 'runs with short stick' had ran away crying for some reason. Oh well. What did he think she could do with that? Her finger was longer.

She felt a raindrop hit her face, drawing her out of her thoughts.

"Ugh." She said, quickly rushing into the hospital, leather and water did not mix so well.

Dr. Derek Christopher Shepherd locked the door to his 2009 Lexus and walked towards the hospital. He met up with Dr. Mark Sloan on the way there.

"Hey man." Mark greeted him.

"Hey. You look happy this morning." Derek said.

"Yep got laid last night…twice." Mark gloated.

Derek shook his head.

"Have fun with your STDs. That thing is going to rot off." Derek said.

"You're just jealous. You are arguing over apartments, trying to find a place that has a big enough closet for Addison's clothes while I am banging any pussy that moves." Mark said.

'We are just having a difference of opinion, that is all." He defended.

"You want a house out in the wilderness, and she wants a high rise penthouse apartment…that is a difference of personalities not opinions. Man, you aren't going to do anything stupid like marry her are you?"

"I don't know…I have been with Addie for over a year. I am thirty-six years old. I want to get married and have children. My lease on the house I am in is up next month, so we are just going to move in with each other after we agree on a place and see how it goes from there."

"Do you honestly think Addie is going to ruin her figure giving you a kid? You would have better luck finding a surrogate right now and doing it that way. Don't make a mistake that you can't fix easily Derek." Mark warned. "Besides I know the sex can't be that good. She looks like she would be a cold fish."

"Mark, knock it off. I already have Mom on my case, I don't need you starting in on me too."

Carolyn Shepherd hated Addison Montgomery. She felt that Addison was too privileged to deign herself worthy to hang around with the Shepherds. Addison rarely made family functions and had taken to buying Derek's clothes and dressing him in the way she thought he should be dressed. Carolyn hated that. In her opinion, Derek didn't need to change any.

'Fine, whatever man, I just think she is all wrong for you." Mark said.

"And who, in your opinion, would be right for me?" Derek asked.

Mark had stopped dead on the sidewalk and Derek barreled into him.

"Hey! What the hell?" Derek protested.

"Ho…lee…Fuck." Mark whistled.

Derek followed Mark's gaze and his own settled on a petite woman about five seven, a hundred pounds soaking wet, wearing a black helmet with pink flames, tight dark blue jeans, a black leather jacket and three inch high heeled boots. She was standing next to a motorcycle.

"Nice bike." Derek said.

Mark turned and looked at him, mouth agape.

"Nice bike? Dude Addison has castrated you."

They both looked back at the girl who had taken off her helmet and shook out her luscious hair.

"She has pink hair Mark." He said.

"I know, hot huh?" Mark said.

"Stop your drooling, she is probably jailbait. We don't want to be late for the meeting with the new owners, let's go."

Derek dragged Mark to the hospital entrance.

"I don't get you, you haven't even seen her face, what if she is a 'dog'." Derek said using his fingers to imitate quotation marks, throwing Mark's rating system back in his face. Woman were not objects, and he hated Mark treating them like they were. He had four sisters and he would kill someone if they treated them like Mark treated women.

Mark winked at him.

"I don't have to fuck her face."

"I am a lesser man for having known you." Derek said shaking his head.

"Keep telling yourself that…" Mark grinned. "You will thank me one day when you want a quick fuck because Addison isn't putting out."

"I don't want your leftovers; I am capable of finding my own women thank you very much. Not that I would ever cheat on Addie."

"Yeah sure you won't…after all you have done so well for yourself in the past."

Derek thought back. Mark had a point; he did tend to stick with straight-laced career driven women. There was nothing wrong with that. Having a stable person in your life. Granted the sex wasn't adventurous but that was okay. He liked Addison, she wanted the same things out of life that he did, and he had a feeling one day she would be Addison Shepherd.

"That is a matter of opinion." He said finally, walking away from Mark and effectively ending the conversation…for now.

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