I don't own any of the characters from DQMW, I'm only borrowing them.

A/N : This idea came to me, and I'm going to try it out. This is a little AR. Even though the names of the characters and their personalities are similar, their jobs and relationships may differ. Let me know what you think.

Full Summary: After loosing her husband on 9/11, Michaela becomes a single parent. She moves back to Boston to try and get her life back on track. With a teenage daughter who is not happy about the move, Michaela throws herself into her work. Little does she know that happiness is not far away.

Chapter 1

August 2012

It had been almost 11 years since he'd died. She felt like she'd been stuck. The days blended together. Happiness had eluded her. She went about her daily routine of work and taking care of Katie. Katie…she was a teenager now. She didn't need as much care as she once had. Michaela was slowly watching the mother/ daughter bond loosen. Katie was only 3 when David died. She barely remembered him. Michaela had done her best in providing memories for her. Pictures of what her dad looked like, stories about how they met.

As she rolled over to slap the alarm clock she shoved the covers back and sat on the edge of the bed. Time to get up and face the day. She and Katie had been back in Boston for a week now. Michaela had transferred from Long Island Memorial to Boston Memorial. She needed a change. She was hoping that moving back near her parents would help. Katie was to start school at St. Vincent's today and Michaela was starting her new job as Head of Pediatric Surgery. She groaned as she stood and made her way down the hall towards Katie's room. The door was closed and she could hear Katie's alarm buzzing.

"Katie, you need to get up", she knocked gently on the door.

"Go away", Katie groaned.

"You don't want to be late for school today. It's your first day.", Michaela sighed.

Katie was not happy about the move. She'd left all her friends behind. Private Catholic school was not her idea of a "good" move. She'd begged her mom to let her stay behind. You're not living in New York with the rest of the family in Boston Michaela had told her.

Michaela opened Katie's door, "get up or I'm pulling the covers off", she warned.

"Mom, get out of my room", Katie screeched. "I'm up, leave me alone".

Michaela sighed, "breakfast in 10, you better hurry".

She closed Katie's door and made her way back to her room to grab a shower.

Katie slowly pulled herself out of bed and made her way over to her closet. It wasn't like getting dressed would take very long now since her mom had decided to put her in catholic school. She had a uniform, which she hated, to wear everyday. The blue and green plaid skirt did nothing for her fair skin. The white blouse was plain and stiff. She had a navy sweater she could wear when the weather was cooler, but for now she was fighting with her knee socks.

"Who ever heard of wearing knee socks in the summer time?", she grumbled to herself. She pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail, brushed on some pale pink lip gloss, and headed out to the kitchen.

As she stalked over to the breakfast bar, she threw her backpack onto the barstool beside her. Michaela placed a plate of toast and eggs in front of her, "eat up, you'll need the energy".

Katie pushed her food around with her fork while Michaela grabbed a juice out of the fridge, "I'm not hungry mom. Why do I have to dress like this? I hate this!", she pulled at her skirt and shifted in her chair.

"St. Vincent's is the best school in the city. It's where I went to school. You'll get a great education and get into a good college."

"What if I don't want to go to college?", Katie whined.

"I'm not talking about this again", Michaela scolded. "You're going to school, you're going to behave, and you're going to stop this incessant whining."

"Fine, I'll go, but I don't have to like it", Katie stuffed a piece of toast in her mouth, grabbed her backpack, and stormed out the door.

Michaela leaned her head on her hand and sighed, "why was this so hard. Katie had everything she could want. Except a dad in her life." Michaela knew that David's absence had made life harder for both of them. She was trying, she really was. Katie was growing up and pushing the boundaries. She knew that she needed to keep a lid on the teen angst or she wouldn't survive adolescence. After dressing in a navy suit, pulling her hair up in a French twist, and grabbing her keys she made her way to the hospital. On her drive, her mind began to drift back to that awful day. It seemed that whenever she was alone and had time for her brain to slow down, the memories came flooding back.

September 11, 2001

"I gotta go babe, I'm gonna miss my flight", David leaned in to give her one last kiss. He was on his way to DC for a medical conference.

"Just one more", she laughed as she pulled on his tie.

"I gotta tell Katie bye too", he chuckled. "I don't want her mad at me while I'm gone."

As he leaned in to kiss her again she deepened it. "Michaela, I gotta go, really now. I don't want to have to race to the airport."

"Fine, I wish we could go with you", she sighed.

"Me too, but I know you have that big surgery today.", he smiled as he turned his back to her and walked towards Katie's room.

After telling her goodbye he gave a final wave and left the apartment. If Michaela had known that that was the last time she would see him alive, she would have never let him go.

August 2012

She leaned her head against the steering wheel and let a few tears fall before pulling herself together and getting out of the car. She was here to start over. New job, new apartment, new life she told herself. She had friends that she hadn't seen in years and old schoolmates who would become colleagues in a matter of minutes.

She walked into the hospital and grabbed an elevator to the 10th floor. Once arriving she found the Chief of Surgery, Dr. Green, who introduced her to the staff. Her office was a small corner office that had a beautiful view of the city. Dr. Green had told her that he kept her schedule clear for the day, so she could settle in and learn her way around. The other doctors were very welcoming and Michaela knew she had made the right choice by coming here. After thanking Dr. Green, she closed the door to her office and began setting things up to her liking.

She had a large desk in one corner that she moved so it would face the window. She had several file cabinets that she placed along one wall, and a futon that she'd had delivered from her old office that she placed along another wall. Boxes littered the floor where she's been unpacking. She was busy placing pictures on the walls and her desk when she heard a soft knock on the door.

"William", she exclaimed as she rushed forward and offered him a hug.

"I can't believe you're really here", he laughed.

"Yep, I'm here, at least for now", she smiled.

William had grown up around the corner from Michaela and gone to school with her. They'd graduated medical school together with the hopes of opening a practice. When Michaela had met David and announced that she was moving to New York, William and she had parted ways. They'd kept in touch over the years, but she hadn't seen him in forever.

"Want to grab a cup of coffee in a little while?", he asked.

"Sure, I'll meet you in say, an hour? I just want to finish unpacking first.", she gestured with her hand at the mess that surrounded her.

"Alright, an hour. I'll come by here and meet you. It's so nice to see you here again.", he smiled as he closed her office door and walked away.

Michaela sat down on the futon and drug a box over in front of her. She pulled out several photos of Katie and smiled at them. The last photo in the box brought a choked sob though. It was a picture of David holding her only moments after her birth. He was smiling down at the tiny infant.

September 11, 2001

Michaela was frantically running around the emergency room at Long Island Memorial as nurses and rescue worker shouted orders. The towers had been struck by a plane and victims were being rushed in in droves. She was trying to understand what had happened, listen to the news on TV, and concentrate on treating people as best as she could. Katie was at daycare at the moment, so she didn't need to fret about her, but David. David was on a plane. Oh god, what if David was on one of the planes. Her breathing became erratic and her knees felt weak. Just as she was making her way to the bathroom her cell phone started ringing.

"Hello", her voice trembled.

"Michaela?", his voice was strangled.

"David?", she sobbed.

"Michaela, I love you! He choked out. My plane's been taken over. I love you!", his voice was barely over a whisper.

"David, I love you too!", she cried.

"I'm not gonna make it", he sobbed. "I love you so much! Tell Katie I love her!", he begged.

She could tell he was struggling not to panic as he spoke.

"Don't leave me", she cried. "David, you can't leave me!"

"Michaela, I'm so sorry", he sobbed.

Just then the line went dead. Michaela slumped to the floor in the hall crying uncontrollably. She had pulled her knees to her chest and buried her face in her hands. "David", she cried. "How am I supposed to do this without you?"

August 2012

She huffed and pulled herself off the futon and placed the picture on her desk. Looking down at it in it's place of reverence she whispered, "I miss you David, I wish you could see her now. She turning into a beautiful young woman."

Just then William leaned in, "you ready for that coffee?"

"Yes", she sighed. "Coffee is just what I need."

As the two walked out of her office, she turned the lights off and shut the door. They headed toward the elevators to head down stairs.

"There's a little espresso shop on the corner that has way better coffee that the cafeteria does", he motioned towards the door.

"Sounds great", she laughed as they walked out together.

Yes, life was going to get better. It had to.

So this is what I have to far. I wanted to do a story that had Katie as a teen, and Michaela facing some of the challenges that raising a teen can bring. I'm sorry if including the events of 9/11 offended anyone. That was a day that effected all of us, and I wanted Michaela's strength to shine. I will post as often as I can, but I'm currently working on two stories at the same time. When I finish Happily Ever After, I will be able to dedicate more time to this one. Please let me know what you think…Thanks!