Sasha wakes up in Addison's bed, looking around the room to see the redhead looking over paperwork, "What are you doing?"

"Reading this book you have from Herman. When are you on her service next?" Addison looks to her, glasses on the bridge of her nose and one of Mark's button-up shirts on, unbuttoned and open showing off her assets in a black lace bra and panty matching set.

"Uh, um, gaw," Sasha blinks, looking over Addison.

"I swear, the longer your pregnant, the more you act like Mark," Addison smirks, taking her glasses off and moving to the bed, shrugging the shirt off.

"I'm not sorry cause you look damn hot," Sasha says, sitting up on her knees to match Addison and kissing her.

Addison shrugs, enjoying as Sasha kisses down her neck, "I know."

¤¤¤¤

The interns follow their resident through the halls as Izzie asks Cristina, "How's Burke."

Sasha flicks through Herman's textbook, "She doesn't know."

"He just had surgery yesterday, and you don't know how he's doing?" Alex asks, judging.

"They're not speaking," Meredith explains.

"I though they made up."

Sasha shrugs, "They did, sort of, but Burke's still not talking to her. Well, they aren't speaking to each other. Is it just a guy thing where they don't see how they're in the wrong? First Derek, then George, then Derek again, now Burke."

Cristina looks to Meredith, asking, "Did you ask Derek about Burke's hand?"

Meredith shakes her head, "I don't want to get in the middle of it. Derek and I are sorta happy. Could we just keep it that way for a while?"

"You know, you could always swallow your pride and just ask him yourself," Izzie suggests.

"Fat chance of that happening," Sasha shrugs, "I'm still waiting on her to apologize for cutting the heads off all my dolls."

"What about you? Why don't you ask Derek how Burke's hand is doing?" Cristina turns to her sister, ignoring her comment.

"You see, I would, but then I'd have to speak to Derek. I'd rather let Izzie operate on my heart."

"Georgie!" Is shouted when they enter Mr. O'Malley's room, where a bunch of people are wearing party hats and blowing party horns as well as shouting, "Everyone! Quiet down!" Mr. O'Malley tries to get their attention.

Mrs. O'Malley greets them, "Morning, everybody."

The Chief enters behind them, "Good morning. Uh, who's presenting?"

"Oh, can Georgie do it? He's real good," Mr. O'Malley requests.

This results in more cheers, "Come on, Georgie. Yeah!"

George looks around before starting, "Um...Harold O'Malley, 63, status: post-aortic valve replacement. Morning chest x-ray showed no atelectasis after aggressive CPT for the last two days," Sasha smiles at the proud, beaming look on Mr. O'Malley's face as he looks at his son, "Um, scheduled for a transhiatal esophagectomy tomorrow morning at nine," It's silent for a second, "That's it."

The group starts cheering again before Bailey calms them down, "Um, for the next few minutes, I think it would be best if the extended family could wait out in the waiting area," She's met with some groans.

"Give them a few minutes, guys, then you can come back," Harold smiles at them before they all move out, leaving George's mom and brothers.

"How are you feeling Mr. O'Malley?" Bailey asks.

Mrs. O'Malley responds for him, "He's feeling great. Better than ever, he said. Which is why we had everybody come out today, because we figured after today, he maybe won't be feeling so great for a while."

"Uh, after the surgery, uh, then when do we start chemo and stuff?" He asks Webber.

"That protocol depends on what we find when we open you up, Harold."

He questions, "What do you mean, what you find?"

Bailey looks at her interns before nodding, "Uh, Grey."

Meredith explains, "There's only so much they can tell from labs and scans, so they really need to get a good look inside to see if the cancer has spread."

"If it's spread, that changes how much chemo he needs?" Mrs. O'Malley asks, trying to understand.

Webber nods, "That changes a lot of things."

"Like what?"

"I'll let the oncologist explain that to you later today, Harold. And Dr. Grey will be taking you through a final battery of preoperative tests before we go. So, um-" Webber decides,

Bailey picks up, "So, um, it would be best if the party went home."

¤¤¤¤

They move on to Burke's room where Derek arrives after chatting with Cristina, "Good morning, everyone. Who's presenting? Morning."

Alex takes the chart, "Preston Burke, post-op day one from I and D of a compressive hematoma to the brachial plexus. He is afebrile, and vital signs were stable overnight. Incisions are clean with no signs of infection. Last morphine was given at two this morning."

"Ask about the hand," Cristina says.

"You ask," Meredith prompts.

"No, it's just one question," Cristina argues before whispering, "Be a friend."

Bailey turns back to the two interns, "Dr. Yang, something you want to share with the rest of us?"

Burke raises his eyebrows at her, as if challenging her which Cristina doesn't argue, "No, ma'am. Sorry."

"Look good, Preston. Take it easy on the nurses," Derek jokes on his way out of the room.

Burke nods, "I'll do my best."

¤¤¤¤

At Callie's patient's room, a young girl walks out of the bathroom, bent at almost a 90 degree angle.

Her mother asks, "You okay, honey?"

"Can you just help me..." She points to the bed.

"Scoliosis?" Meredith whisper guesses.

Cristina joins in, "Looks like a birth defect."

Alex mumbles, "Looks like hell."

The patient turns to the interns who are all looking at her, "What are you all staring at? Really, if you're expecting me to be the brave and heartwarming differently-abled girl, that isn't gonna happen, so go ahead and do your thing."

Bailey unhooks the back of the patient's gown to reveal the twisted up spine, "Williams."

"Heather Douglas, 17, past medical history of vater syndrome, which is a genetic condition that affects the vertebrae, anus, trachea, esophagus and renal system."

Heather turns to Sasha as much as she could, "Wow. Give this girl a medal. She memorized the whole acronym. Which I assure you is a hell of a lot easier than living with it."

Sasha doesn't bat an eye at the attitude, knowing this is how teenage girls, especially those in pain, act, "Heather is in today for a lithotripsy to remove kidney stones and a thoracoplasty to alleviate pressure on her lungs."

Callie looks up from the chart, "Can I ask- I-I know I'm just supposed to be here to remove a few ribs, but I'm wondering if you've ever tried anything more radical to treat the spinal curvature?"

"Let's see," Heather starts, "If by more radical, you mean having a steel rod inserted into my spine, then yeah, we've tried," Her mother helps her lay back on the bed, "The rod just bent."

"Removing the kidney stones may seem minor, but it will really improve your quality of life," Izzie speaks up from behind Sasha.

Both Heather and Sasha turn to scoff at the intern before Heather argues, "Really? So this surgery is gonna get me laid?"

"Heather, stop it," Her mom warns.

"Mom, I'm sorry, but she's talking about improving my quality of life, and I don't think doctors should make promises they can't keep."

¤¤¤¤

Meredith presents, "Laura Grey-Thompson, born four days ago with jejunal atresia. Corrected surgically," The door opens and Thatcher walks in which causes Meredith to cut herself off, "Uh, post-op course-"

"Oh, I'm-I'm sorry. Am I interrupting? Her mom and grandma ha-have the flu, and they asked me to get an update."

"Oh, she's doing very well, Mr. Grey," Addison tells him as Sasha watches Meredith's face as she stares at her dead-beat dad, "We'll be out of here in just a minute."

Thatcher looks at Meredith for a second before excusing himself when Bailey asks, "Dr. Grey, you were saying?"

Seeing Meredith struggle to refocus, Sasha grabs the chart, "Laura Grey-Thompson, had some dilation of the bowels on x-ray this morning. We need to do a barium enema to make sure there's no intestinal stricture."

¤¤¤¤

Bailey starts assignments, "Dr. Grey, I'd like you to stick with Mr. O'Malley this week. Yang, pit. Karev, Sloan. Stevens and Williams, prep Heather Douglas for surgery. O'Malley."

"Yes."

"You're taking the rest of this week off?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Bailey tells him as Izzie, Sasha and George continue to follow her, "May as well take today, too, spend some time with your family."

George starts taking his white-coat off, "Thank you. Uh, Dr. Bailey, as things progress with my dad, uh...you know, sometimes we-with families- we coddle them, sugarcoat things. It would help me if you were straight with me as things progress."

She nods, "Okay."

As he walks away, Sasha approaches their resident, "Dr. Bailey, I can prep Heather Douglass on my own. I don't need Stevens there, especially as she's to prep her only."

"Uh, I know I'm only supposed to prep her, but could I scrub in? I mean, a vater patient isn't something you see very often."

"Normally, I'd advise Stevens to only think of her patients in terms of surgeries, but this is a 17 year old girl who is only treated as unique because of her case. Stevens going on and on about how unique her case is will only make things worse."

"I agree, Dr. Williams," Bailey nods, hitting the elevator button.

Izzie whines, "But I'm ready."

Bailey shakes her head, "Your psychiatrist has not given you an all clear."

She tries to argue, "He's...I have done everything he has asked me to do, everything, except deposit my inheritance check, which- "

Sasha turns to the blonde, "You still haven't deposited a nearly $9 million check? Dr. Bailey, I can't work with an idiot."

"It-it's...he is being unreasonable. That check has nothing to do with any-"

"What's unreasonable is that you're losing thousands of dollars a day in interest. That's unreasonable. You clearly are not reasonable yet, which, I think, is the point your psychiatrist is trying to make," Bailey allows the elevator doors to close.

Sasha shrugs, "She's not wrong. You're the one wasting a medical degree and not depositing a $9 million check."

¤¤¤¤

Mark sighs, crossing his arms as he gets into the elevator next to Sasha, "May I ask what's made you so grumpy?"

"No."

"Really?" Sasha looks over to her baby daddy, surprised to see him glaring at the doors in front of them, "Whoa. What happened?"

His jaw ticks, "Addison."

Sasha furrows her eyebrows, head tilting, "Is this about how I spent the night with her last night or-"

"No. Not this week."

"I-I don't understand-" The elevators open and he walks out without another word, "Mark!"

¤¤¤¤

Rounding on Heather, Sasha sees that Izzie had already gotten most of the prep done, "Are we still pissed at the world or can I hand you this music played and not get it chucked at my head?"

Heather snorts, laying on her side, "Depends on what music you've got."

Sasha pulls out an IPod, "I've downloaded as much music as possible on there. Make a playlist with the music you like and title it your name or something. That'll be your playlist only that no one else listens to."

"Really? You can do that?" Heather asks, looking at the device before looking back to Sasha.

"Yup. Figured it help with the bitchy patients."

Heather rolls her eyes, "I'm not bitchy."

"Every teenage girl is bitchy. There's nothing wrong with that. But do be warned, I bitch back."

"Good. It's boring when everyone lies back and takes it."

¤¤¤¤

The next day, Sasha walks in late with Mark, sopping wet from the rain as Alex holds a drink out to each of them as Mark coughs, "Bone dry cappuccino and a lemon ginger tea."

"At least something's dry around here," Mark comments as he takes the drink, "Does it ever stop raining in this hellhole?"

"Not really?" The interns say together, shaking their heads.

Mark sighs, "Great. Good to know," He takes a sip before gulping, "What the hell is this, Karev, vanilla? Are you trying to poison me or are you just trying to make my day a little bit worse?"

Addison speaks up from the desk, "Mark."

Alex has an excuse, "Coffee cart must have screwed up."

Mark ignores Addison "You know, if you can't handle coffee, you can't handle plastics. Maybe you oughta head back to the gynie squad where life was all squishy and pink," Mark hands the coffee back before kissing Sasha's temple and walking away.

Addison stands up, "Squishy and pink though it may be, I have an amazing surgery today, Karev, if you want in."

"Yeah," He nods before walking away.

"Do you want to tell me what's got Mark so uptight this week?" Sasha asks the redhead.

"I aborted his baby and this was supposed to be the week it was born," Addison reveals.

Sasha nods, "Oh. That explains the extra protectiveness around the belly area and me in general."

"Yeah. Sorry about that."

She shakes her head, laughing slightly, "Don't be. I'm usually the one being protective and over cautious for the person I care about. It's...really nice being on the other side of that for once. But if Mark keeps up this pissed off attitude for very much longer, I'm gonna punch him a lot harder than Derek did and a hell of a lot lower."

¤¤¤¤

Sasha stands next to Izzie as Derek consults on Heather, "Heather, I've looked at your case history, and I know you've been through a lot of very painful and very unsuccessful surgeries, but if you're up for it, I think I could significantly help with the spinal curvature."

"By help, you mean what, exactly?" Heather asks.

"I mean, I think I can get you standing up straight."

"Are you messing with me?" Heather asks, "Cause it's not nice to mock crippled kids."

Derek moves over to the x-ray on the wall, "You see this-this curved part here? I'd remove it."

Sasha sits up straighter, looking at the scan as Heather's mother questions, "You-you want to remove a portion of my daughter's spine?"

He nods, "Mm-hmm. And I would replace it with a titanium mesh cage that would fill in the space between the vertebra."

"I've seen case studies," Callie adds, jumping in as she asked for the consult, "There have been quite a few successes."

"And-and the ones that aren't successful?" Her mom asks.

Callie sighs, "They result in paralysis or death."

Sasha speaks up, "But Dr. Shepherd is the best neurosurgeon there is."

"She's 17."

Heather whispers to her, "Mom, I know you still think death is the worst thing that can happen to a person. Death is not the worse thing. I'm in."

Sasha smiles, watching as Heather ignores them and puts in earbuds attached to the IPod Sasha let her use.

¤¤¤¤

Seeing Mark looking over a chart, Sasha wraps her arms around his waist from behind and lays her head against his back, "Addison told me about this week."

He sighs, dropping his head down and resting a hand on hers on his stomach, "Yeah?"

"I know it won't replace anything, but this baby and I aren't going anywhere. You are kinda stuck with us."

"Thanks, doll," Mark turns around, pulling her into an actual hug and kissing the top of her head.

¤¤¤¤

The next day, Meredith finds Sasha putting on her white-coat, "Do I really snore that bad?"

"You find out that Derek leaves the room at night?"

"You knew?" Meredith questions her.

"Of course. He slept on the couch, woke up 20 minutes early, climbed back into bed with us and stared at us until we woke up," Sasha shrugs.

Meredith splutters, "We-well, did it bother you? Did you ever leave the bed?"

Sasha shakes her head, closing the locker, "No. I grew use to it. When I moved out, it was actually kind of hard to fall asleep without the sound of snoring."

She nods, crossing her arms, "Do-do you miss us? Me?"

Thinking for a moment, Sasha looks at Meredith and nods, "Sometimes. We were together for five years. We built a life together. Everything around me is changing as I prepare for this baby and I miss the days where we basically slept in the library and studied. We were good together until we weren't good for each other."

"Until I wasn't good for you," Meredith corrects, "You were always too good for me."

¤¤¤¤

Sasha sits with her feet up on the table as she snacks on some fruit before looking up at the person who slams their tray down, "What was that for, Alex? Mark piss you off?"

He looks around, and seeing no one, confides in her, "Addison and I almost kissed."

Sitting up straight, Sasha pushes her food away, "You and Addison almost kissed? Wha-when?"

"In the NICU. We were talking about Sloan and babies and hoping for their lives when it just...almost happened," Alex explains, snappidly eating a carrot.

She can't help it, but she starts laughing uncontrollably.

"Okay, you can stop laughing now."

"Alex. We may both get to say, at some point in the future, that we've both slept with Addison Montgomery. Because trust me. You want a taste of her and she tastes good," Sasha gives him a sly wink as she sits back in her chair.

¤¤¤¤

AN: This the first part of a two-parter couple of episodes. I'll get the next one posted sometime tonight!

I feel like there was so much and also nothing happening in this chapter.

QoC: who do you think Sasha will support in the fight for Chief?

Thank you for all of the votes and reads and comments!!!