A Fight to Remember

Are You The Doctor?

A/N Welcome to the adventure! I wrote this a few years ago and decided to post it here. With this new storyline in current Grey's with Meredith pursuing a cure for Alzheimer's, I thought this might be applicable now.

This is sort of a future fic, about fifteen to twenty years from season 11. ***Derek is not dead in this fic!*** But something did happen to him. You'll just have find out!

The first few chapters of this story are going to begin from the point of view of the kids, Bailey, Ellis, and Zola at certain points in their lives. There will be appearances of other GA Characters  and/or their children - but I will not be diving too heavily into their personal lives so use your imagination. Please note that I wrote this a few years ago, so most characters/pairings are based on Season 11.

This first chapter is set when Bailey is 25 and an intern.

Enjoy!

They say that one should make a name for oneself... It's hard to do that when your name was already made. Seriously. Living up to the legend of your parents accomplishments is hard. I am screwed, and I haven't even started.

January 2038

Bailey

"Crap," I muttered as I rolled over in bed. There was a familiar dull ache in my head and I wondered how much alcohol I consumed the night before. My hand touched something warm and smooth. I blinked, light flooded and burned my pupils, when they adjusted I was looking at the back of a woman's head, long wavy brunette hair spilled on the pillow. "Ahh!" I bolted up in my sheets

"Ahh!" The girl screamed awake, grabbing the blanket to cover herself. We both looked at each other, and I recognized her brilliant emerald eyes.

"Rebecca?" I asked.

"Bailey?" she asked.

"Crap." We both said at the same time.

"You have to go," I said. I handed her her bra, which had been buried in the sheets.

Rebecca scoffed and rolled her eyes. She looked around taking in the cramped and cluttered space, "A trailer?" Rebecca glanced at me,"This...is embarassing on so many levels." She got up, clutching a sheet to her body as she anxiously rooted around for her clothes."You live here?"

I reached on the floor for my jeans. "It was my dad's" I stammered. Nothing nicer than a 30 year-old trailer to impress the girls. Way to go Shepherd, I chided myself.

"Odd... a little moldy," She wrinkled her nose.

I hoisted my jeans up and zipped the fly, sorting through the clothes on the floor to find my lucky blue shirt. "Well, uh you know, we don't have to do the thing... uh exchange details..." I threw my shirt on. I didn't really feel she had to know anything more about me. I was terrible with commitment. .

Rebecca still sat on the bed, her clothes in a pile in front of her. She stared at me with those gorgeous eyes,"Whatever," she said, biting her lip.

I tilted my head at her and smiled. The way the light from the back window caught her skin and made her hair shine was something I didn't want to forget. I smoothed out my shirt and tucked it in. "You can take a shower if you want, I gotta go to my sister's, pick up some stuff... it's my first day, don't wanna be late..." I rambled as I threw on my socks and deodorant.

"So... What does this mean?"

I coughed, it must be the dust or mold or whatever. "Um, well it was- you were...great." I felt my face flush. It was great. Too much scotch probably.