A/N: God, I have no idea why I do this to myself. I have enough trouble updating 'Sweet Baby' regularly; the last thing I need is another project. But yet, even still, here we are. I've been toying with this idea for awhile now and I had some free time today so I just sat down and wrote it all out.

So, here's the basics: this is set ten-ish years in the future. Everyone's favorite interns (and attendings) have gone their seperate ways. Mere and Derek are still in Seattle, Addie and Alex are in California, Izzie and Mark are in New York, Cristina and Burke are in...I don't know yet. Same goes for Callie and George. Anyways, the death of someone close to them all brings the group back to Seattle and then...stuff happens. That's pretty much all I can give you in terms of a summary. Just read it. I can't promise it will be good, but I can promise that it will be very interesting...or possibly painfully dull. We'll see.

Anyways, I dedicate this story to Lilly (LW107), my lovely McStizzie mentor. I probably wouldn't have gone through with it if not for her acting all excited and enthusiastic (even if she was just humouring me).

Disclaimer: I absolutely own Grey's Anatomy. The show is mine, one hundred percent.

-Chapter One: Daughters-

Four-year-old Ella Sloan sat quietly on her parents bed, staring intensely at the snoring lump, her father, under the blankets. She had been waiting for him to wake up for what felt like hours (in reality, it had only been ten minutes), and her patience was wearing thin. He had promised to take her to the library so she could get her very own library card, and she could hardly contain her excitement. Her mother had warned her not to wake her daddy up, because he had worked very late the night before, but she just couldn't stop herself.

"Daddy?" she whispered, slowly pulling away the covers.

She didn't get a reply.

"Daaaaaaadddddy?" She was a bit louder this time.

"Hmm?" Mark muttered, grasping for the blankets that were being slowly pulled away from him.

"Can you be awake now?"

"No, sweetie."

"Please? Please?! Puh-leeze!?" She began gently nudging him towards the edge of the bed.

"Oh my god" Mark groaned. It was far too early for this. "Cool it, Mai -- wait, which one are you again?"

Ella giggled. "My name is Elisabeth Adeline Stevens-Sloan."

"Well, Elisabeth Adeline Stevens-Sloan, you need to go downstairs and play or something. I'll be down later."

Ella's face crumpled. "But you said we would go to the liberry today."

"And we will. Eventually. After daddy gets a bit more sleep."

"You said we'd go when the sun woke up. And guess what, dad?"

"What, Ella?"

"The sun has been awake for five million hours," she exclaimed, once again pulling the comforter away from her father.

"Five million hours, huh?"

"Yup," she nodded. "That's a very long time."

"It certainly is," Mark agreed with a sigh. He had been defeated.

"Alright, I'm awake."

He sat up and slowly swung his legs off the side of the bed. Then, in one swift move, he scooped Ella into his arms and jumped up. She laughed wildly as he ran out of the room and down the stairs.

When the giggling pair entered the kitchen, they were met with a disapproving glare.

"Josie just fell asleep," Izzie said with a heavy sigh. "I can't even begin to tell you how much trouble you'll be in if she wakes up because you're running all over the house."

"Why is Josie napping at ten in the morning?" Mark asked, bending down slightly as Ella jumped from his arms.

"Because she's sick, Mark. She spent the entire night throwing up."

His eyes grew wide. "Is it serious? Do you think we should take her to the hospital?"

"No," Izzie laughed. "It's just a bug. Lulu and Maisie had it last week and it passed in a few days. She'll be fine. However, she definitely needs to stay home tonight. Do you think you can take the girls?"

"Take the girls...?"

"To their recital."

"Their recital," he echoed. It wasn't ringing a bell.

"Their dance recital. That they've been practicing for since May. The one that you promised you'd come to."

Mark frowned. How did he not remember this?

"You are coming, aren't you?"

"It slipped my mind," he admitted. "But I'll be there."

"Mark!" She kept her voice low so the girls couldn't hear. "They've really been looking forward to this. I cannot tell them that you're not coming. It's going to break their hearts."

"Well, then don't tell them that. I'm coming."

"Mark, I swear to God --"

"I'm coming, Izzie. I'll be there."

"Do you promise?"

"I promise."

"Seriously?"

Mark took his wife's face in his hands and gave her a quick peck on the forehead. "Seriously."

"Good," she replied with a smile, then returning her attention to a pan of cupcakes that needed frosting. "So, Lulu has a birthday party today at eleven, and I was thinking that it would save me some time if you could take her to the library with you and Ella and then drop her off on your way home. Oh, and you're going to have to take Emmie with you, because I need to run to the store and buy milk and diapers and you know how awful she is at the supermarket. I really don't have time for --"

"Wait, Izz," he caught her arm as she fluttered around the kitchen and pulled her close to him.

"What?" She asked impatiently, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

"I feel like we haven't...talked in days." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"I'm busy, Mark," Izzie warned. "and I demand that you unhand me, unless you would like to frost six dozen cupcakes for the school bake sale."

Mark considered this for a moment and then set her free. "Fair enough."

"That's what I thought."

"Sorry I got in so late," he said, grabbing the newspaper from the counter and took a seat at the kitchen table next to his two-year-old daughter, Emmie, who was slyly picking the marshmellows out of a box of Lucky Charms. "Emergency surgery."

"No big deal," Izzie placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

"This kid got mauled by a dog. It made off with half her face, I swear."

Maisie, who was sitting across the table coloring a picture, covered her ears and let out a slightly dramatic gag. The almost six-year-old had seen more surgical procedures than most interns, but yet she still found blood and guts utterly repulsive.

Mark laughed and playfully swatted Maisie with the newspaper. "Took us hours to make her look anything close to normal again."

"Uh huh," Izzie replied absently. "Em, please get your fingers out of the cereal box."

"Nope," the toddler answered casually, digging her chubby fingers deeper into the box.

"Emmeline, please."

Emmie stuck out a defiant tongue in response.

Izzie sighed. She had always considered Lulu her most difficult child, but Emmie was certainly a serious contender for the title. She was stubborn and insolent, constantly challenging anyone who dared to act as though they had authority over her. Izzie could hardly fault her for this, of course, considering that neither she nor Mark were incredibly agreeable people either; the poor girl was obviously destined to have a strong-willed streak. But even still, that didn't make her outbursts and acts of disobedience any less troubling.

"Alright then, I guess we're not going to the park after lunch." she shrugged.

"No!" Emmie cried, immediately recoiling her hand and pushing the box of cereal across the table.

"Thank you," Izzie hoisted the little girl out of her chair and sent her on her way. "Go put your shoes on. Then find Lulu and tell her that she needs to get ready to go."

"Where is Lulu?" Mark asked. He hadn't seen or heard from her at all that morning, which was never a good sign. She was quite a troublemaker and when she was extremely quiet, it usually meant that she was in the middle of doing something awful.

"I don't know," Izzie replied. "Maisie, do you know where she's at?"

Maisie stared down at the picture was she coloring, avoiding her parents' gaze. "Um, no?"

Izzie folded her arms. "Margaret, where is your sister?"

Maisie and Lulu were incredibly close (they were more like best friends than sisters) and they told each other every thing. Whenever Lulu was up to something, Maisie always knew beforehand.

"I'm not supposed to say," Maisie replied quietly.

"Spill it, Maisie," Mark demanded.

"Well, see, last night?" She began, hesistant. "She thought that maybe it would be kind of fun to paint the wall with nail polish?"

Both Mark and Izzie's jaws dropped.

"But she tried and it didn't look so good. So now she's tryin' to get it off? With nail polish remover? But she's running out of cotton balls. And it smells really bad."

"Oh my god," Izzie exhaled sharply, running her hand through her hair. "Maisie, go stop her. Right now. And then tell her to get herself down here right this instant."

Maisie obeyed quickly, jumping out of her chair and scurrying out of the kitchen.

"How did you ever talk me into having five kids?" Izzie sighed, plopping herself on Mark's lap and laying her head on his shoulder.

Mark laughed. "Seriously? This was so your idea."

A/N: Sorry the ending is so abrupt. I just couldn't come up with a smoother fade out (ahh, the scriptwriter in me) and I'm too impatient to wait for inspiration to strike.

I'm also sorry that Mark is totally out of character. I don't understand the man. Not one bit. But I really wanted to try my hand at McStizzie because they're cute. Probably a bad idea, but whatever.

Anywho, the way this is going to work out, in case you're wondering: I'm writing a chapter for everyone, just to establish what's going on in their lives. Then they'll all end up in Seattle. Okay? Everyone on the same page? Good.

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