Through My Eyes Into Theirs

My third GA fic (taking a break from my other fics for a few days). Yay me. Thanks for my friend, nixiebu, for beta-ing this one :D

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone.


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Ethan Lucas Rafferty Grey-Sloan--------

I remember the day I asked my Mom why my name was so long. She said Dad wanted it to be like that. I rolled my eyes at her. I never understood why she even let him name me. I was born the 1st day of May, Mom said it rained so hard that day she thought she was gonna have to give birth in the living room. But Dad drove through the rain from the hospital just to bring Mom to the hospital. I came out red and crying, as Dad described, he also said he got too caught up in the moment and asked Mom to marry him. Mom, high from the epidural, said yes. Neither of them had the decency to right a wrong so they got married a few months later in a private ceremony.

And now...

Now I'm 12 years old. 12 years old and waiting for a flight I'm about to go into to see my Dad in New York. They separated 2 months ago and Dad moved back to New York. I was surprised they even lasted 12 years of marriage. I always thought they tried to hold it together for me... But Mom told me that she did learn to love Dad. But Dad... I don't think he ever knew what love was. But we were happy, nonetheless, until that day Dad told Mom he was leaving. He never told her why. He just left...

The flight attendant tapped me in the shoulder and I took of the earphones and looked at her. She said I could board the plane now. I nod and pick up my bag to follow her. It's not the first time I've travelled alone. I hand the flight attendant my ticket and she lets me through. As usual, Dad buys me a first class ticket. He says I deserve nothing but the best. I take my seat and close the window, not having the energy to look outside like most excited 12 year olds would.

The plane lands in New York a few hours later. I searched the crowd for my Dad's face but I knew he'd be late as usual. I sit down on one of the benches. It was half an hour later when he showed. He didn't look like his usual self. He looked tired and pale.

"Dad," I finally ask him on our way back to his house. "Are you alright?"

He forced out a smile as he looked at me for a second. "Yeah, I'm alright, buddy. I think not having your Mom to take care of me's starting to rub in."

I start to wonder what he meant by that. Mom did take care of us but I never realized that Dad would ever admit that he needed Mom around.

"By the way," he smiled sadly this time. "I'm coming with you back to Seattle on Sunday."

"Does Mom know about this?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "No. She doesn't know."

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"MOM!" I run up the stairs to look for her. I found her inside her room, on the bed. I kiss her on the cheek.

"What are you doing back? I was supposed to pick you up tonight."

"Dad's here."


Dad appears in the doorway and gives a small wave. "Hi."

"Mark. What are you doing here?" Mom gets off of the bed and stands up.

"Mer, can I talk with you for a second?"

I watch as Mom leaves the room to follow Dad and then I go to my room to unpack.

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It was probably half an hour later before I finally went downstairs to look for my parents. I stopped in my tracks as I entered the kitchen. I stood there quietly as I watched my Dad crying and my Mom comforting him.

"Mom? Dad?"

Mom let go of Dad and wiped away her own tears before turning to me. "Sweetie."

"Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Dad turned his face away from me, hiding his tears.

I looked at my Mom. "Mom?"


Dad looked at her and shook his head. "No, Mer, don't tell him."

"He'll find out eventually, Mark."

Dad looked at me for a second and shook his head still. "Now's not the time, Mer. Luke, go back to your room."


"Luke, just go, please."

"Fine," I sigh and head back up the stairs, trying to think about what could be the problem.

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Meredith Grey-Sloan--------

It wasn't long before I start crying again. Mark took my hands into his and made me look at him.

"Mer, stop crying."

I look at him and see tears also falling down his cheeks. "You should be the one to stop, Mark. It's bad for y-you..."

He nodded and wiped away his tears.

"W-when's your operation?"

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Mark Sloan--------

I shouldn't have told her. I, in fact, left her 2 months ago to leave her out of this mess I was about to go in.

"The end of the week, I'm going back tomorrow."

"Burke's coming with you to operate?"

"They told me he was the best."

She looked at me for a few seconds before she started crying once again.


"I'll file a leave," she stood up.

"Mer, no," I reach out and make her sit down again. "You're not coming with me on this."


I saw the hurt and the anger in her eyes and it made me regret telling her once again.

"I do not want to put you through this, Mer. That's why I left in the first place."

"That's why you left me?" she cried. "You left me because you found out you had a heart condition and you didn't want me to be a part of it?"

"I didn't want you to waste your life taking care of me if the time comes," I told her.

"I already spent 12 years of my life with you, Mark. What makes you think I want to spend it doing something else?"

"I-if they don't find me a donor," I took a deep breathe. "Then the LVAD would only buy me a few months, Mer. A few months..."

"Let me be with you those few months, Mark. And then let me be there for the rest of your life, cos' they're gonna find you a donor, I just know it."

"Can't you understand, Mer? I left you cos' I didn't want you to get hurt if something happens to me..."

She shook my hand off of hers and looked at me angrilly.

"You think I care if I would get hurt? I love you, Mark, you know that! I'm your wife! I want to be there for you... I NEED to be there for you..."

I look at her sadly and I knew I owed her the truth and I knew that I owed her this.

"I-I didn't want you to know at first, Mer. I couldn't bear to know the thought that there could be a chance I could die and leave you. I wanted to spare you the pain, Mer. Cos... God," I looked at her, really looked at her. "I love you, Mer. I know it's a little late to be saying this... But I love you..."

She looked at me and then she gave me a small smile as she reached for my hand and held it in hers. She squeezed my hand, let it go, and held my face between her hands. She placed a chaste kiss on my lips and I knew right then and there that no matter what happens, we were going to be alright.

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So, I'm addicted to Mer/Mark. So what? Ha.

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